#Carla Rosón x you

[bumblesimagines]

You never cared this much before. Why now?"

"I thought rivalry was our thing. Now it's turned into something... else?"

- Carla Rosón

You never cared this much before. Why now?"

"I thought rivalry was our thing. Now it's turned into something... else?"

pronouns: they/them, gender neutral

Cayetana hadn't been at all what you were expecting. Despite the photos she posted on her social media and all the boasting about her lavish vacations, one drink made her loosen up and ramble about her interests in fashion. You could barely keep up with her chatter, being rendered to confused nods and hums of acknowledgement.

Too enveloped in her own little world, she seemed to barely notice how she leaned against your side while scrolling through her phone and showing you different pictures. Your lips tugged into a small smile at her excitement but before you could even begin to try to make sense of her incoherent words, a purse dropped amongst the cups on the table and your head rose to look up at the other blonde.

"Move."

"Uhm.." Cayetana's gaze flickered between you and the infamous ice queen, slowly dragging herself away your side and standing up. A sling of nervous babbles left her but she quickly clamped her mouth shut and turned away, slipping into the crowd of clubgoers.

"Carlita," You cooed and leaned back in the booth, propping your arm up and raising a brow at her. "That was rude."

"You don't care whether or not I hurt her feelings. Stop acting like you give a shit about anyone but yourself." Carla said, smoothing the back of her dress as she lowered herself down beside you.

You whistled lowly and chuckled "Damn, what's got you in a mood today? Was it little Caye? Lu's not replacing you with her, though I wouldn't blame her if she did. She's pretty cute, huh? Real sweet and nice."

"Stop flirting with her."

"You're in no position to make demands, Carlita." Satisfaction pierced through you when she whirled her head to look at you with a scowl. You gazed back at her and smirked. "You never cared this much before. Why now?"

"Things changed." Carla looked forward again, crossing her arms across her stomach and pursing her pink-tinted lips. "I thought rivalry was our thing. Fighting, getting ahead of each other. Now it's turned into something... else?"

You shifted slightly in your seat and exhaled softly. You hadn't spoken to Carla since a party Lu had graciously hosted. One too many drinks had led you to a night with foggy memories where the only thing you remembered was waking up in bed with an all too familiar face. Even with the occasional flirting, things between you and Carla had always remained strictly off romantic or sexual grounds. For the sake of your brother, Polo, and his relationship with her.

"Nothing has to change. We forget anything happened and we don't mention it to Polo." Your eyes found him in the crowd with ease. He danced with Guzman and Ander, looking as content and gleeful as always.

"It doesn't matter now. Polo and I broke up-"

"Because he killed someone and you helped him make a false alibi because you didn't want to get arrested." Your jaw clenched and with your mood ruined for the night, you picked up your jacket and stood up. She watched you, an emotion other than smugness or cruelty finally showing in her hazel eyes. Hurt. "You've been playing a part since you were born, Carla. Continuing to pretend won't hurt you."

[gorgeys]

stay tuned bc carla smut is on the way!!

[byesexualsatan]

OTPS/SHIP LIST

i feel like you get to know people better when you know what they ship so... here’s a list of my past & current ships ?? im bored, can u tell?

also if u know me, ignore this ty 

MILEVEN aka LITERAL KIDS PLS😭

mike wheeler and eleven/jane hopper from stranger things

otp in late 2017

personal hcs: they’re queer/bi. 

eleven def uses they/them pronouns

tbh i prefer byler and elmax now

background ships i like: joyce/hopper, jonathan/nancy... steve being bi and robin being the iconic lesbian that she is

DAMONA aka simonte

... simona and dante from the argentinian series simona

LMAO this one is from when i thought i was straight

otp in 2018

uhh bi dante and pan simona bc why not

literally forgot they existed until now

please don’t bully me

i truly thought i was straight

background ships: marisiena, junior/ailín

i was one of THE FOUNDERS of this ship istg... i was THERE when we were deciding the ship name (i voted for simonte but damona won smh)

SIMBAR aka bi awakening 

simón and ambar from the disney tv show soy luna 

yeah... sorry

otp in mid 2018

they’re gay!!! 

bi she/they punk ambar yesyesyes

totally forgot about them but they’re sexc af

so glad they were endgame

background ships: idk but luna is pan 

STEVEBUCKY aka stucky aka the end of the line

so... steve rogers (captain america) and bucky barnes (the winter soldier) 

otp in late 2018/early 2019? 

personal hcs: trans steve, bi bucky 

favourite fanfic trope: found family, high school smau

fuck endgame, all my homies hate endgame

background ships i like: thorbruce, scotthope, nat/sharon

im with u til the end of the line, pal :c

PERALTIAGO aka jamy 

jake peralta and amy santiago from brooklyn nine nine

started shipping them in 2018/2019 (i have no idea)

personal hcs: bi jake

favourite fanfic trope: casefics, pretend marriage 

(THEY’RE FUCKING MARRIED WITH CHILD NOW,,, BUT IN THOSE FICS IT WASN’T REAL YET)

background ships i like: gina and rosa, holt and kevin

PETERMJ aka spideychelle

peter parker (spider-man) and michelle mj jones !!1! from the mcu

otp in 2019

personal hcs: they’re both bi, mj is demisexual too

he/they & she/they solidarity

... trans/demiboy peter and demigirl mj🥺 

fav fanfic trope: school trip to stark tower, meeting the parents/avengers, smau 

obviously let’s ignore infinity war and endgame

background ships i like: ironstrange, pepperony, shuri/any woman

THORBRUCE aka gammahammer aka gays in space

thor odinson and bruce banner (hulk) from the mcu

started shipping them in 2019

personal hcs: thor also likes women

they both use they/them and neopronouns too 

fav fanfic trope: university au, smau, no civil war, no infinity war

this one is from my stan twitter era

background ships: stucky, tony/strange, nat/sharon, scotthope

CARMUEL aka spanish sexiest couple

carla rosón and samuel garcía from élite

otp in late 2019

...they’re bi. bc yes. and he/they samuel. 

she/vers carla sounds very sexc to me

i ‘shipped’ them in s1 simply bc they were both very hot and when it became canon in s2 i SCREAMED

deserved so much better.

INEFFABLE HUSBANDS aka i almost forgot about this one, sorry

crowley and aziraphale from good omens

uhh started shipping them in 2019/2020 ?

bi genderfluid crowley, non-binary aziraphale

idk they’re being anyways

fav trope: raising children!! confusing ppl bc crowley is sometimes a snake!!

background ships: uhh anathema & newton ig?

WOLFSTAR aka the one true way (and... puppies, too??)

sirius black and remus lupin from the harry potter saga

otp since 2020 (thank u, @aretheygayvideos​)

personal hcs: he/they gay sirius, he/they bi remus 

also love nonbinary remus and genderqueer sirius

fav fanfic trope: getting together !!!! FLUFF!!!!

background ships i like: jegulus, regulus/barty jr, dorlene, jily

VILLANEVE aka murdering wlw

villanelle and eve polastri from killing eve

s.s.t in 2020

she/they bisexual villanelle and pansexual eve

fav fanfic trope: flower/coffee shop :)

ty tumblr for spaming my dashboard when s3 came out bc that forced me to watch it to understand all the posts

sandra oh is the love of my life

ANDERPERRY aka this one is for the depressed dark academia folk

neil perry and todd anderson from dead poets society 

started shipping them in 2020

personal hcs: nonbinary neil, trans todd, both gay/androsexual

demiboy/nonbinary todd has a special place in my heart

fav fanfic trope: ALIVE!NEIL, roommates

background ships i like: charlie/knox, meeks/pitts

ZUKKA aka my favourite blue/red gays

sokka and zuko from avatar the last airbender < 3

started shipping them in 2020

personal hcs: gay zuko, genderfluid and bisexual sokka

sokka has adhd !! zuko is autistic !

favourite fanfic trope: fake dating

background ships i like: suki/yue*, ty lee/azula/mai, kataang

* please go check out s4pphos’ ig edit of them 

CASMUND aka royal pirate gays !!

caspian x and edmund pevensie from the chronicles of narnia

started shipping them in dec. 2020

personal hcs: bi caspian, mlm edmund 

love bisexual and nonbinary edmund too bc 👉projecting👈

fav fanfic trope: just. the plot of the movies but gay.

background ships: the dawn treader (ha-ha, get it? bc ship? im so funny)

tbh i don’t REALLY ship them that hard i just hate caspian/susan lmao

(susan is a lesbian)

BELLARKE aka m/f sexual tension™

bellamy blake and clarke griffin from the 100

started shipping them in 2021

personal hcs: she/they/xe bi clarke, he/ze omni bellamy

favourite fanfic trope: single parent bellamy, modern au (college, roommates)

i saw 2 seasons with my mom and then moved so,,, fuck i gotta finish it

EXTRAS

the “i don’t really ship them but if they’re together it’s better”

ty lee and mai

john watson and sherlock holmes

suki and yue

regulus black and james potter

azula and katara

regulus black and barty crouch jr

bugs bunny and daffy duck

emma and mr knightley

carol danvers and maria rambeau 

valkyrie and carol danvers

natasha romanoff and sharon carter

sam wilson and bucky barnes !!! (post endgame)

charlie “nuwanda” dalton and knox overstreet

dorcas meadowes and marlene mckinnon

azula, ty lee and mai

klaus hargreeves and dave

paul coates and alec hardy

cassie and maddy

jules and rue 

rue and lexi

fleabag and the hot priest

. . . more to add, probably

[but-where-is-your-heart]

Thanks for tagging me @cupcakeb​ & @farygray​ :)

Top ten six ships of all time (I could only think of six & they're in no particular order, or more accurately Carmuel on #1 and the rest kinda shares the price)

Carla Rosón & Samuel Garcia - Elité (what a suprise lol)

Sara Howard & John Moore - The Alienist

Teresa Lisbon & Patrick Jane - The Mentalist

Jess & Nick - New Girl

Kelly & Jorkie - Black Mirror (3 x 04, "San Junipero")

Love Quinn & Joe Goldberg - You (they're my ultimate crackship because seriously wtf, but hey they kinda found each other)

I'm tagging no one because I'm pretty late to this and think everyone has done it already? If not & you want to do this feel nominated by me <3

[elite-polos]

30 Days of Élite Fic ♛ Day 10: Truth Pairing: Polo x Carla Rating: T Notes: Kind of a missing scene thing/alternate event from S2 I guess?

“Tell them the truth, Polo. You know it’s the right thing to do. Just tell them the truth.” 

Carla’s words ring in his ears. Polo has been struggling with this for too long. It’s been a matter of months since it happened, but to him it feels like an eternity. He can’t even remember what it was like to live without the burden of this enormous secret bearing down on him. He can’t even remember it enough to know if that’s what he wants. 

If he stays quiet, he’s safe. He’s safe from going to jail, from someone exacting revenge on him, from the judging glares of everyone he knows. But he’ll always live with the thought in the back of his mind that he can’t seem to escape: he’s living a lie. A lie that turns into more and more lies every day. 

For the past few months, he’s been driving himself crazy going back and forth between the two sides, but he keeps ending up back where he is. He just can’t make himself say the words out loud. I killed Marina. 

He can’t say them out loud to anyone besides Carla. 

Which is how he ended up here, standing outside her house, throwing pebbles up at her window to try and get her to let him in. He’d tried calling her and texting her before he finally got the impulse to just go to her house. After ringing the doorbell eight times, he’d come around to the back yard. 

He needs to talk to her. He knows she’s in there, doing whatever she can to ignore him, but he’s not going to give in. 

At a time like this, Carla is the only person Polo has. She knows that just as well as he does. 

After just six pebbles, Carla’s head pops up in the window, just like Polo knew it would. She cracks open the window enough to talk out of it. 

“What do you want?” she says, sounding unequivocally tired of his shit. 

“I need to talk to you,” Polo calls up to her. “About...you know.” 

“Polo, I already told you everything I have to say about that.” Carla moves to close the window, but Polo stops her. 

“Wait! Carla, please.” 

Something about the desperation in Polo’s voice makes Carla stop. She’s never really been the empathetic sort, never particularly moved by other people’s emotions. But hearing him plead, hearing his voice crack...it stirs something different within him, and she doesn’t know why. 

Polo notices that she’s not quite shutting him out entirely, so he seizes his opportunity. “I just...do you really think it’s the best thing for me to do? To tell them?” 

Carla swallows. “Polo, shh,” she chides him. “You’re yelling, anyone could hear you.” 

“Isn’t that what you want?” he asks. “For this to finally not be a secret anymore?” Polo looks up at her, like a prince at the foot of a tower, except instead he’s waiting for the princess to rescue him. The irony is anything but unusual for the two of them. 

“It’s the right thing to do,” Carla says, but even as the words leave her mouth, she’s not entirely convinced of them. It’s what Samuel has been saying to her, over and over again, so much that it’s been drilled into her mind. Truth equals right. Lie equals wrong. 

“So I should do it,” Polo rearticulates. “I should go to the police station tomorrow morning and turn myself in, and that’s that?” He feels his palms start to sweat at just the thought. He had been hoping that he could come here tonight and convince Carla that she was wrong. If he and Carla are on the same page, then he’ll know he’s doing the right thing. With Carla, everything will be okay. 

Carla wavers as she thinks of how to answer. She’s more uncertain than she’s comfortable with. This isn’t the Carla Rosón she’s been raised to be. Carla Rosón is confident, she’s decisive, she’s assertive. Now, it seems, everything has been turned on its head. Make up your mind, Carla, make up your mind, she implores herself. 

“Because I’ll do it,” Polo continues. “You think I don’t want to stop living like this? I do. More than anything, I want this hell to end. I just need to know that’s really what you want. I’m lost without you, Carla. Just show me which way to go.”

Carla balls up a fist, digging her perfectly manicured nails into her palm. She’s willing herself not to be moved by Polo’s pleas. Not to react to his face looking up at her, so full of the emotion that she never learned to show like he does. She closes her eyes, as if she could block him out that way. 

“Carla…,” he says, in one last attempt to get through to her. He must think she’s so cold-hearted, perched up there in her bedroom window, not even caring enough to open the door and let him inside. But that couldn’t be further from the truth. 

She doesn’t want to let him in because she knows she still cares about him. And if she lets him close to her, she won’t be able to deny it anymore. 

There are so few people in the world that Carla cares for. But once she starts caring for someone, she can’t just let them go that easily. She doesn’t want to allow anyone to burrow themselves that deeply inside of her. The only person Carla should be looking out for is herself. 

But Polo already has. 

She looks down at him, the physical embodiment of despair. They’ve both grown up, but somehow he’s the same boy she fell in love with when they were twelve years old. Does she want to be the one responsible for ruining his life? 

Carla takes a deep breath and, almost imperceptibly, lets a small smile curve her lips. Then she closes the window and pulls the blinds shut. 

Polo can make up his own mind. She doesn’t want to be a part of this anymore. 

Polo knows what she wants to say, even without her having to say it. He lets out half a sigh of relief. He’s not going to say anything. He’s going to keep living his life. To hell with the truth. 

[bumblesimagines]

“maybe i don’t wanna be just friends with you.”

- Carla

“maybe i don’t wanna be just friends with you.”

pronoun: male, he/him/his

"I can't believe him sometimes." Lucrecia sighed dramatically as she swirled a glass of champagne, carefully watching the way (Y/N) engaged with Cayetana. She laughed along with whatever he said, hands touching on his arms and neck with a coy smile. It made Carla's blood boil.

They weren't serious. They couldn't be. For the sake of Polo, her ex and his brother. Their relationship had been simple at one point. A light-hearted rivalry filled with banter and teasing, even after Polo stained his hands with the blood of Marina. Then, it changed due to one too many drinks and poor decision making. (Y/N) wanted things to be normal, Carla needed things to change.

Lucrecia suddenly laughed and slapped her hand over her maroon-colored lips, eyes crinkling with amusement. "I just realized she looks like you, Carla." She giggled and Carla's jaw clenched.

"I thought she was your friend, Lu. Or are you only using her for status like you always do?" Carla spat and the amusement vanished off Lucrecia's face. The blonde turned on her heel and tossed her purse aside on the booth, steely eyes turning back to the two by the bar.

"Carla?" Lucrecia called questioningly but she ignored her, striding down the stairs and crossing through the dancefloor. Cayetana smiled widely at (Y/N) and she laughed, hand moving to rest on his forearm. Her eyes moved to look at Carla and immediately widened, retracting her hand faster than lightning. Carla only had to arch a brow for Cayetana to bid him goodbye and go the other way.

"Carlita," (Y/N) sighed and leaned back against the bar, turning to look at her in mild annoyance. She took Cayetana's spot and eyed the drink she'd ordered.

"We need to talk."

"We had this conversation already. Polo fucked up big time and it's taken a toll on him. He drinks more, acts more reckless. If he finds out I slept with his ex, who know what'll do to him. You and I are friends and that's that."

"Maybe I don’t wanna be just friends with you. Maybe I want you to stop revolving your life around what Polo wants. He's not a baby anymore, (Y/N)."

"You're right, he's not a baby. He's a murderer who hasn't been caught and forgive me if I don't want him to lose his shit again and hurt someone else. Marina lost her life 'cause she chose to sleep with a thief and 'cause Polo loves you so much he wanted to make you happy."

Carla's throat tightened, gaze turning to search for Polo's figure among the crowd. "I didn't ask him to get the watch back." She murmured.

"It doesn't matter, Carla. He did it for you regardless. I'm thankful you... you helped him. But if you want anything more than friendship, I'm not sticking around."

[bumblesimagines]

❝  please,  stay for dinner?  i enjoy your company.  ❞

- Carla

❝  please,  stay for dinner?  i enjoy your company.  ❞

Pronouns: They/Them, Gender Neutral (tho written w an male y/n in mind)

There'd been something about the Spanish girl that had caught your eye the moment she entered your line of sight. Perhaps it was her expensive clothes or her neatly done hair or the foreign aspect about her. Or quite possibly the fact she'd come from a rich high school in Spain known for having two murders two years in a row, both of which she'd be interrogated for.

Carla Rosón Caleruega. The girl that had climbed up the ranks of King's College and created a name for herself. The Ice Queen. Wealthy, pretty, and with a talent for spitting venom, Carla had piqued your curiosity from the first day of school.

So, when you'd been assigned to work with her on an assignment, you'd taken the chance to chip away at her cold exterior and see if she truly was just another self-absorbed mean girl who just so happened to be connected to two murders.

Carla had been hesitant on working outside of the school library, but after a few days, you'd garnered enough trust to be invited to the penthouse she'd taken up residence in. Bought by her parents, of course. Though the topic of her parents only brought a frown to her pretty face.

"You live here? All by yourself?" You asked, setting your backpack down on the floor by the white couch. Coming from a wealthy family, penthouses were far from surprising to you. But living alone in an unknown country with no one familiar to keep you sane?

"It's nice. I like the privacy." Carla responded, a hint of an accent coating her voice. She slipped her coat from her shoulders and draped it over the armrest. She smoothed out the back of her short skirt and sat down on the cushion, manicured hands reaching into her bag and shuffling through it.

"You've never struck me as a lone wolf." You told her, taking note of the way her hazel eyes flickered away from you and her fingers curled around each other. She'd likely been a girl with many friends back in Spain. "Guess you can't judge a book by its cover."

"Guess not." She murmured, sliding down from the cushion and onto the floor. Slipping out her laptop and a spiral notebook, she set them down on the coffee table and patted the spot beside her. You took the invitation and settled down beside her, watching the laptop come to life. She took out her pen and clicked it, her eyes staring at it for a moment before she turned to look at you.

"Please, stay for dinner? I enjoy your company."

"Of course." You grinned. More time to learn about her and her mysterious past.

[bumblesimagines]

❛  i know now that we needed to spend some time apart so we can grow stronger together.  ❜

❛  do you really think we can make it work this time?  ❜

- Carla Rosón

❛  do you really think we can make it work this time?  ❜

❛  i know now that we needed to spend some time apart so we can grow stronger together.  ❜

"Are you stupid or what?"

"Hey!" Whirling around on the couch, Rebeka brought her hand down on your arm, scowling up at you. "You're supposed to be tutoring me, not making fun of me."

"It's my job as your older brother to humble you every chance I get." You grinned, pinching the top of her ear between your fingers. Rebeka groaned, shoving your hand away and turning back to the textbooks scattered across the coffee table. You snickered, glancing toward the door when the doorbell rang.

Pushing yourself off the couch, you left the livingroom and headed down the hallway, approaching the security panel mounted beside the door. Pressing a button, it switched to the camera next to the gate out front. You blinked, feeling your mouth dry as you stared at the person waiting by the gate. Carla glanced in the direction of the camera and you almost contemplated pretending not to be home.

"Who is it?" Rebeka called.

"Uhm, a delivery person. I'm gonna go sign the papers." You responded, pulling the door open.

"Delivery? Wha-" You shut the door and made your way down the driveway, approaching the tall black gate. An exaggeration in your opinion but your mother had always been one for the extravagant. You opened the door beside the gate and met her gaze.

Carla still looked the same, perhaps a bit older and with darker hair. But her icy stare, fashion, and demanding presence remained. The blonde stared at you for a moment, pink colored lips parting as she inhaled.

"What brings you back? Was London not up to your standards?" You questioned, head tilting and arms crossing. Carla pressed her lips together, swinging her purse over her shoulder and mimicking your posture by crossing her arms as well. She took slow steps forward, heels clicking on the pavement.

"I came home to see my mother until school begins again. I was in the area so..." She shrugged her shoulders. "I wanted to see how you were doing."

"How'd you get this address?"

"Samuel." She responded, smirking when your brows furrowed. "I told him we were back together and that I wanted to surprise you."

"I always knew you were a stalker." You couldn't help but tease. Carla looked away, too prideful to acknowledge she had sought you out unexpectedly. You stepped closer to the young woman, lifting a hand to toy with the ends of her long hair.

"You can go now that you've seen me." You pointed out softly. Carla inhaled, eyes shutting briefly.

"I wanted to talk about us." She admitted quietly and you hummed, letting her take your hand in hers. Carla gave it a small squeeze, meeting your eyes.

"I care about you, (Y/N). Going to London and being away from you... I know now that we needed to spend some time apart so we can grow stronger together."

Snorting softly, you leaned forward and pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "You missed me that much, huh?" You grinned, feeling Carla smack your arm as she huffed and rolled her eyes.

"I can still book a ticket back-"

"No, no, no need for that." You laughed, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and resting your forehead against hers. "Do you really think we can make it work this time?"

Carla smiled and nodded, raising her hands to cup your face. "Obviously." She replied, pressing her lips against yours.

[gorgeys]

Do you still make fanfics? If you do please do Carla smut

PORNSTAR ★ carla roson

Carla Roson x fem!reader

Part 2 of So Naive

You still don't understand that you belong to Carla, she intends to prove it to you and Guzman...

Warnings: SMUT - top!Carla, bottom!reader, semi-public sex, dub-con, shoving, grabbing, hair-pulling, hickeys, biting, brat taming??, pet names, mentions of murder/mutilation, degradation/praise, choking, finger sucking, non-con pictures/filming, begging, fingering

Word Count: 4750

Note: i'm so sorry this took so long! i lost motivation for writing for a while but i'm temporarily back!

also i literally changed tenses in the middle of writing but i was too lazy to fix it and the ending is a little rushed bc i didn't want it to get any longer than it already was, hope you enjoy!!

Carla checks her phone as she enters Guzman’s house.  She’s definitely late.  Too late as she notices the last text from you was sent over an hour ago when you had arrived at the party.  In one hour you could have been anywhere doing anything.  She hates the thought of it.

The horiffic image of you and him had been replaying in her mind all day.  His hands all over your body, his lips against your skin, the way you would sound for him.  It was like a constant nightmare that she couldn’t put to bed.  She was hoping you could help silence her thoughts.

She headed for the kitchen to pour herself a drink, craving a light buzz.  She only downed half of it when she noticed Samuel approaching her.

She turned her back toward him, hoping he would get the hint, but he quickly tapped on her shoulder.  Carla obnoxiously rolled her eyes before turning around to greet him.

It was more than obvious he had developed a hearty crush on her since Marina.  He always ran his hands in his hair, trying to perfect it before he went to approach her.  He’d be too smiley while talking to her, and he’d take a step too close which always resulted in Carla escaping the situation as quickly as possible.  She couldn't understand how Samuel never noticed her grimaces or eyerolls or the hundreds of signs she sent him to give it up.  Carla hated everything about it.

But you seemed to love it.  You’d always tease her about him, calling Samuel her boyfriend and pushing her to go talk to him.  She was pretty sure this whole thing had even started because of you, that you had mentioned to Samuel that Carla was interested in him in the first place.  You always loved a little white lie.

For some reason you just loved to be a nuisance.  You loved to watch Carla squirm when you flirted with the guys.  You loved watching her become so irritated and red, grinding her teeth so hard she could start a fire.  You loved flustering her in the middle of class by sending her some dirty pictures, watching her eyes go wide as she quickly hid her phone in her skirt.  She’d always give you the craziest look, wondering if your antics would ever end.  And you loved forcing her onto Samuel, watching her struggle to get away from him just to spend another moment with you.  Of course, you never let her, always ditching her with the pretty boy and leaving her wanting more.

You were such a brat.  Everyone knew it.  Your parents were unbelievably rich, valued much higher than the regular Las Encinas family, so you always got want you want.  Of course you used that to your advantage more times than not.  It became your entire reputation.

Carla was your perfect match.  Everyone was always willing to give her everything she wanted, from her father to her ex-boyfriend.  Everyone but you.  Carla hated it sometimes, but all those other times, she loved taking what she wanted from you.

“Hi, Carla,” Samuel said with a big, dorky smile.

“Hi, Samu,” she dryly said, placing her drink on the counter.  “Have you seen Y/N?”

“Yeah, I just saw her out there,” Samuel said, pointing to the the door he had just entered through.  “But-”

“Thanks,” she quickly said, giving him a grateful pat on the shoulder before walking past him in that direction.  She paid no mind to how he called after her as she walked through the doorframe.

Her eyes scanned the large living room where most of the students had gathered to talk and drink.  It was quite crowded and she almost didn’t see you.  Almost.

But there you were sitting in one of those fancy leather chairs, a drink in one hand.  But you weren’t alone, not even close.  Carla could already feel her face burn up, her neutral expression turning completely sour.

You were sitting in Guzman’s lap so comfortably.  You were perched on one of his legs, facing the side.  Your own legs were over his and hanging over his lap.  Your free arm was draped loosely over his shoulder, your nails digging into the soft skin of his neck.  His hands were all over you, one arm wrapped tightly around your waist, the other reaching to squeeze your thigh.

Maybe Carla wasn’t the murderer but in a few seconds she thought she’d become one.

She wanted to pull all of his teeth out just to wipe away his smug smile.  You leaned in toward his face as you spoke, tightening your grip on his neck, and when he laughed, Carla felt he was already gloating his victory.

She wanted to slice all his fingers off when his hand began to travel downward from your waist to palm your ass.  She nearly groaned when she noticed the skirt you were wearing.  She knew that one very well.  She knew it was the shortest one you owned from the amount of times her hand had wandered beneath it.  You were basically sitting on him with your bare ass out.

And then, for the finale, she would make sure to cut his dick off.  She saw the way he adjusted in the seat, slightly moving his hips up into your body.  It would have been a miracle if he didn’t have the largest hard-on known to man.  But the part that really made her swell with rage was that you could feel it and you weren’t doing anything about it.  You were sitting on his dick like you were his girl.  She hated to think about what could have happened if she hadn’t arrived at that exact time.

You raised your glass to your lips to take a long sip of expensive liquor.  It was the perfect opportunity for Guzman to turn his head and find Carla standing stiffly in the doorway.  He almost laughed out loud. The feeling of you sitting in his lap and her jealous glare was so triumphant.  His smile doubled in size and doubled in arrogance.

Her eyes narrowed at him, a silent promise that he wouldn’t get the last laugh.  If Carla’s blood was boiling before, it was on fire now.

But then, noticing Guzman’s attention had been stolen, you turned as well, instantly finding Carla’s eyes.  You could feel her wrath even from across the room and you only fed off it.  You were drunk off the feeling of power knowing you had La Marquesa tucked snuggly in your back pocket.  It felt so good that you couldn’t help yourself.

Instead of being a simple tease like usual, you gave her a ladylike wave.  And then you sent her a polite, friendly smile.  It was innocent to the naked eye.

But friendly?  She couldn’t bear you.  You looked so fake and well-mannered.  Two things you definitely weren’t.  Especially when you were alone with her.

Carla couldn’t stand you acting like she was just one of your bitchy friends, like there was nothing more between you.  No, she was everything for you.  She owned you in every which way and she was determined for not only Guzman to see, but for you to accept it as well.

You and Guzman both directed your attention back onto one another although you were very aware of a seething Carla charging toward you.  But only when she was at arms length did Guzman see her.  He didn’t have enough time to react before she reached out and violently grabbed you by the arm.

“What the fuck, Carla?” Guzman shouted, outrage painting his face.

She was squeezing so tightly you could already feel the bruises forming, but you refused to go without a fight.  You tugged your arm back and gave her a condescending glare.

She was done with your bullshit.  She pulled your arm, twisting it in such a way that you spilled your drink all over the white rug.

“Carla!”  You scolded. Her aggression surprised you a little.  She always kept it classy in public, not a hair out of place. It seemed you had pushed her over the edge this time and you were enjoying it a little too much.

Carla didn’t speak but gave you the coldest look you had ever received from her hazel eyes.  She looked ready to kill and you silently wondered if you would be Las Encinas’ next victim.  You didn’t really mind as long as she fucked you first.

Deciding you had been difficult enough, you allowed her to take the glass from your hand and place it on the table.  With another tug of your arm you were letting go of Guzman and sliding off his lap.  He protested but you didn’t acknowledge him.  He had finished his duty of keeping you warm until Carla rescued you.

In a blur you were weaving through the crowd, wobbling on your heels at the pace Carla was dragging you at, and then climbing the stairs.  Carla opened the first door on your right and pushed you inside.  You immediately recognized it as Guzman’s room.

You stumbled into the large room from the force of Carla’s shove, eventually losing your footing and falling onto the soft carpet.  On all fours, you peeked over your shoulder to see Carla slam the door behind her.

But she didn’t move toward you.  She just watched you, one hand still on the door knob and the other moving to sit on her hip.  Now that you were alone, the look in her eyes was a bit less violent but still intense.  She looked hungrier than ever.

“God, you look so much better on your knees,” she said, her eyes shamelessly devouring you.  “Looking up at me.”  Her lips twitched upward, reminiscent of a smile.  These were the moments she enjoyed the most.

You pushed your hands off the ground and sat back on your knees.  You gathered your hair on your far shoulder, giving Carla a better view of your long neck and devilish eyes.

“But I leave you for one second and you’re out there riding his dick in front of everyone like his little slut,” Carla hissed.  She clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth a couple times and shook her head disapprovingly, scolding you like a child.

You mocked her attempts to chastise you with a condescending laugh.

“Don’t be jealous that his dick is bigger than yours,” you said, looking over your shoulder to show your shit-eating grin.

She didn’t seem to take your comment lightly as her jaw noticeably clenched and her grip on the door knob tightened.

“I would watch what you say, princesa,” she said, tilting her head.  Even if she was the Marchioness’ daughter, she had always called you royalty.  The title fit you too well.  “Things will only get worse for you later.”

She took a confident stride toward you, enjoying the way your smile slowly diminished.  Images flashed behind your eyes of what “later” could possibly be.

The feeling in your stomach was so strange.  You hated being dominated by anyone, but for some reason, when it was Carla, you felt an uncontrollable pulse between your legs.  You were practically begging her to shut you up.

“I don’t care how big his dick is.  I know he can’t fuck you how you like it,” she said, taking another teasingly slow step.

“That’s not what I was saying last night,” you said, that aggravating smirk returning.  “Actually, it was right here, on his bed.  You should have seen it, Carla.  I was just begging for him to go faster, deeper.”

You imitated yourself, letting your head fall back and rolling your eyes into the back of your skull.  You balled your fists at your sides, gripping onto imaginary sheets.

Carla’s next two strides were quick and put her right behind you.  She dug her nails into your scalp and fisted at your hair, violently pulling your head back even further so you were looking directly up at her looming figure.  You released an involuntary moan at the sudden pain, stretching your hands out behind you to brace yourself.

“I fucking warned you,” she said, her other hand cupping your chin to angle your face even further back.  Your mouth slightly hung open at the sight of her.   “But that mouth of yours gets you into all kinds of trouble.”

“And this mouth,” you started, voice strained by the way your neck was bending backward, “took his whole fucking dick,” you said with a sadistic smile.  "Every inch."

That was the final nail in the coffin, her expression morphing into one of red hot rage

Your hand instinctively flew to the back of your head and a shriek left your lips when she pulled you up by your hair.  She dragged you once more, this time to the bed, and tossed you toward it face first.

You quickly turned onto your back, leaning back on your elbows while Carla stood over you.  She placed her hand on your bare midriff, the skin between your top and waistband, before she climbed onto you, straddling you with her thighs.

Both of her hands quickly moved to wrap around your throat, instantly crushing your windpipe and causing you to drop flat on your back. Her slender fingers felt comfortable there as you wheezed pathetically for air, her nails digging into the skin for good measure.

“Not so tough now, are we?”  She hunched over you, ass up, as she brought her face so close to yours.  She grinned like a maniac.  If someone had walked in right then, they would have thought Carla was trying to kill you.

“You know he showed me all those fucking pictures you sent him,” Carla said, steadying the pressure on your neck.  “The pictures meant for me.  And in that fucking red set.” She scoffed at you, shaking her head.  “You wanna be his cam girl?  His pornstar?”

You threw your head back as your eyes began to roll into your head for real this time.  Pain never felt so good as you felt yourself pooling under your skirt.

“Fine.  Then I’ll treat you like it,” she said, one of her hands leaving your throat to grope your tit through your shirt.  She moved her face downward, leaving a trail of warm breath against your neck, eventually finding your collar bone.  She looked up at your twisted expression as she roughly bit down on your skin, earning a strangled noise from your throat.  She smiled into your flesh before sucking on the spot mercilessly.

It was like torture as she made it a routine, moving her lips downward each time she bit and sucked your skin raw.  You felt the blood rushing to where her teeth gnawed your skin, forming pigmented bruises.  She never tired of hearing the shaky breath you released each time.

When her lips had chased your skin all the way down to the neckline of your top, she was quick to grab the hem with both hands. She pulled the top over your head with your cooperation, leaving you braless and bare beneath her.  She exhaled a long, satisfied sigh.

“All for me, huh?”  Her eyes shifted from your face to your chest and back up again.  Still trying to catch your breath, you couldn’t give her a response.  She sinfully laughed, basking in the sound of muffled music and your relentless heaving, before her lips wrapped around your nipple.

You groaned low when her teeth grazed the sensitive skin, your hands molding into the back of her thighs.  Her other hand mimicked her mouth on your unattended nipple. You knew she always loved twisting, yanking, and rubbing your tits until you squealed and squirmed.

Eventually her mouth moved onto the smooth skin of your breast, marking you up yet again. You rolled your eyes, wondering where this sudden obsession had come from.  She always liked to keep you clean and free of noticeable hickeys.  You didn’t mind the change but you were beginning to grow impatient with the foreplay.  She had given so much attention to your top half you just wished she would give something to your bottom half.

“My god, Carla, could you be any slower? At least he fucked me in the end,” you said in a raspier voice, pulling on the skin of Carla’s thighs.

Carla rolled her eyes back at you, momentarily detaching her mouth from your chest.

“So fucking loud,” she mumbled, speaking more to herself than you.

She wasted no time stripping her hand from your tit and pushing two fingers past your lips and into your mouth.  She was content when her fingers slid in with ease and pushed down your throat.  You didn’t mind sucking on her like a popsicle as she pulled them out and then pushed them a little deeper.  Her lips quirked upward as she absorbed the sight before her.  Each time her fingers disappeared into your head she could feel the spot between her legs heating up.

“Good girl,” she said, gently holding your cheek with her other hand.  She leaned down to give your chin an appreciative kiss.  “Bet he couldn’t go that deep,” she said following a particularly rough thrust.  She chuckled lowly, not breaking eye contact.

She returned to your tits only for a few more seconds before pulling her head back to view the entire, perfect sight of you.  The hickeys were already beginning to darken on your skin leaving you perfectly bruised and battered.  That plus you bobbing on her fingers was a beautiful scene.  One that had to be shared.

She pulled her hand from your mouth tantalizingly slow, allowing the saliva to create sticky strings between your lips and her fingers.  She eyed them curiously, slowing her movements to prolong the strings before they broke.  Then she carelessly rubbed her fingers across your chest and down the valley of your breasts, leaving a visible trail of spit in her wake.

“What a pretty slut,” she said, her eyes devouring you like a piece of meat, enjoying the slightly tired look in your eyes.  She made you feel unusually small.  “I wonder what Guzman would think.”

Without missing a beat, Carla reaches for her back pocket and pulls out her phone.

“Carla,” you whined like a child, turning your head to the side, and burying your cheek into the sheets.  You were never camera shy but this moment of vulnerability was different.  If you had known this was her intention all along then maybe you wouldn’t have let her fuck you up so badly.  No one was ever meant to see you like this.  No one but her.

“Come on, you didn’t have a problem sending him those pictures.  What’s a few more?” she said while petting your cheek.  She held the phone above you, just out of reach, where she could capture the entirety of your bare top half.

She hums in satisfaction watching your sweaty body under the lens.  Your hair is cinematically sprawled across the sheets while the saliva coating your lips, chin, and chest shines under the dim lighting.  Your neck is slightly red from Carla’s ironclad grip and your chest is adorned with darker shades from the excellent work of Carla’s teeth and lips.

“He’s gonna cream his pants when he sees this,” she says, sucking her lips into her mouth.  She was getting a little too anxious looking at you.  “Smile, cariño,” she says, her own grin decorating her face.  She grabs your chin and forces you to look up at her and the camera.  Your eyes are barely open but it doesn’t matter.

She snaps the picture before you can even react.

“Gorgeous,” she says, letting her free hand trail gently down your neck.  She intentionally presses her fingers into a particularly sensitive spot, eliciting a groan from your lips.  “I’m sure he’ll love it.”

“Carla,” you whine once more, throwing your head back in frustration and further imprinting your nails into her thighs.  You hated how much she was ruining your plans.  Guzman was just meant to be a distraction while Carla was supposed to make you cum all over her fingers.  Instead, Carla was slutting you out to Guzman and you were nowhere near cumming.

“Shut up.  You did this to yourself,” she said, her hand gliding past your chest and scratching your stomach.  “You should have never sent him those pictures.”

Both of her hands move to the waistband of your skirt while still clutching the phone.  She’s harsh in the way she rips the skirt down your thighs, creating some friction between the clothing and your skin. She slightly adjusts herself and bends your knees to fully remove it, leaving you in just a pair of lace panties.

She presses her palm against your clothed pussy and only laughs in yet another mockery of your state.

“Good god, you’re just dying to be fucked dumb, huh?” she says, beginning to palm the wetness that seeped through your panties.  She situates herself in between your legs, allowing you to push your knees further outward, helping to aid the aching feeling inside you.  Her sly smile widens, glad to have broken your hard exterior.  “Already spreading your legs?  You’re too easy.”

Her fingers push your panties aside and dip into your soaking pussy.  She refuses to give your clit any attention as she swipes her fingers against your slit.  A throaty sigh pushes its way past your lips, your hands finding solace cupping your tits.

“D’you want me to take this off for you?” she says, tugging at the waistband of your panties.

You hum in agreement, looking up at her through your eyelashes.

“Then ask nicely,” she demands, her eyes straying from your pussy to stare at you expectantly.

You can’t help but groan irritatedly.  She knows how much it hurts your ego to ask nicely for anything, let alone this.  She thrives off making you feel the worst before making you feel your best.  You push away your pride in hopes of feeling that sweet release.

“Please, Carla,” you plead rather dully, breaking eye contact in a forced attempt to get what you want.

“I think you can do better.  Look at me and tell me what you want,” she says, leaning her face down toward yours, forcing you to meet her eyes.  She brushes her thumb against your clit for some encouragement.  It seems to work as you let go of any last bit of dignity and look straight into her.

“Please, Carla, just fuck me.  Take it off and fuck me with your fingers.”

The hidden desperation in your voice clicks something into place.  You swear you see her eyes light up as she instantly obeys, removing your panties in a flash, leaving you completely naked beneath her.  She moans loudly at the sight of your bare pussy, pushing her hair back so she has the perfect view.  You spread your legs a little further, enticing her to reach out and feel you.

She does, now pressing her thumb roughly into your clit, and reveling in the starved noise you make.  She watches the muscles in your face tense as she rubs consistent circles against your clit, enjoying each element of your expression.  All the sucking and biting and teasing had already made you a swollen, soaked mess.  It only made toying with you even more fun.

Carla gradually sped up her slow movements, earning increasingly louder squelches from your pussy and increasingly louder moans from your wet lips.  She could feel her own panties dampening from your distraught noises.

“You even sound like a pornstar.  Fucking whore,” she says, as your hips slightly buck up in pleasure.  “You want me inside of you?”

“Please, please, Carla,” you beg, every sign of the brat you once embodied having faded into oblivion the second she laid fingers on your pussy.  “Fuck, I need you inside of me so bad,” you say in one breath, practically moaning your words.

“Fine,” she says, slowing the rotations on your clit.  You watch her rub your pussy with one hand and hold the phone above you with the other.  She points it directly at your entrance.  “Be a good girl for the camera, okay?”

She doesn’t wait for your response as she slowly begins pushing her finger into your hole.  You can only assume she’s recording as your back arches off the mattress, feeling her slender finger dig so deep inside of you.  The pleasure is almost instant when your pussy consumes her entire finger and you release a guttural moan.

“You say he fucked you but you’re still so god damn tight,” she says, her eyes darting between your pussy and the phone screen, making sure she’s capturing the perfect angle.  Her exaggerated laugh rubs salt in Guzman’s wound. “Hold your legs up, baby.  I want to see all of you,” she says.  You immediately obey, grabbing under both your thighs and pulling your knees up to your chest.  “That’s better.”

Another moan leaves your lips, feeling the stretch more intensely with your legs spread even wider.  She takes it as a sign to pull her finger halfway out and then push it back in, slightly deeper.  She does it agonizingly slow, building a steady wave of pleasure.  She repeats herself, once, twice, three times, pushing in and out of you at a deliberate pace, leaving you a whining mess.  You lose count as you grow impatient, wishing she’d thrust into you like a mad man as she had done many times before.

“Please, Carla, faster,” you beg, opening your eyes to look down at her.  She moves the camera up your body, capturing your raised legs, bouncy tits, and blissed out expression.

“Sorry, what was that?” she teases, smirking behind the phone, forcing you to be louder for the video.  Her attempts to soothe you with her thumb on your clit are futile.

“Faster, fuck me faster, please,” you whine, throwing your head back, hopefully out of view of the camera.

She doesn’t necessarily oblige but she does add a second finger when she pushes into your pussy again.  You moan louder at the slight stretch, your insides twisting into a tight knot.  She curls her fingers delightfully at the end of the thrust, only making the feeling even stronger.

She puts the camera directly over your face.

“Open your eyes, cariño,” she says.  You listen, looking up at the camera, hoping she’ll reward you for following her command.  “Who’s fucking you so good?”

When you don’t respond immediately, she prompts you by driving into you a little harder.

“You,” you instantly moan out, your hips chasing her hand.  You fight the urge to shut your eyes

“Who?”

“You, Carla,” you moan when she curls her fingers sharply, staring into the lens.  When you notice her pick up speed with her thrusts, you begin repeating her name like a prayer, hoping it’s the key word.

“Who makes you feel good inside?”

“Who makes you squirt all over the sheets?”

“Who do you belong to?”

The answer is always “Carla.”

She’s still not fucking you nearly hard enough but it’s faster than how she started.  You feel your pussy throb and her fingers hit the right spot each time.  Your tits are slightly shaking as she increases speed while your spine forms a permanent arch.  You allow yourself to be as loud as possible in hopes of pleasing her, in hopes that she’ll let you cum.  All the while she captures each godly move of your body and her fingers.

But eventually, after what feels like a lifetime, she ends the video.  She throws her phone across the room and smiles down at you.

“The only thing that will be as good as fucking you is seeing his face when he opens this video,” she says, her hands leaving your pussy to cup your face.  She leans down and attacks your lips with a devastatingly smooth and wet kiss, her starved lips moving intensely against yours  You can barely reciprocate with the delicate state that you're in.

You almost start to complain about the emptiness of your pussy, but she suddenly ducks down, hooking her arms under your thighs and burying her face between your legs.

“If I were you, I’d start praying.  Pray to God that I’ll let you cum.”

why am i lowkey feeling guzman and carla threesome??

@hauntedfictionland @mjl877 @underratedax @androgynouscloudenemy @justyourwritter69 @blondetxxz @nessyishere

[gorgeys]

finally the long awaited carla smut will be coming in the next 24 hrs 👀

btw it's 4.7k words

[gorgeys]

So Naive (Carla Roson x Reader)

Carla overhears Guzman talking about you and has to remind him of his place…

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Carla Roson x Fem!reader

Part 2

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Carla walked into class, heading for a seat in the back when she overheard Guzman talking to Ander.

“You’re not gonna believe who I was with last night,” Guzman said, wearing a cocky smile and confidently leaning back in his chair.

“Who?” Ander asked, clearly a bit distracted by his phone.

“Y/N,” he bragged, crossing his arms over his chest and putting his feet up on the desk.  Ander immediately stopped scrolling, turning his head toward Guzman.  He searched his face for any sign of a lie, but could only find an immense pride.

Carla also paused mid stride beside Guzman’s desk.  His eyes had an arrogant glow, a medal of honor he now possessed for cracking Y/N’s vain and snobby shell.

Y/N was known to be lusted after by everyone, but rejected every advance.  Everytime someone approached her she always led them on, made them believe they had a chance, before embarrassing them with a snarky act or remark.  She took pride in feeling bigger and better than those she surrounded herself with.  Carla had seen it many times.  

Y/N knew how expensive she was so she wasn’t going to let anyone handle her carelessly.

“Did you guys…” Ander trailed off.  Guzman quickly understood what he was implying.

“3 times,” he gloated, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible as he held up his last three fingers.

“No fucking way,” Ander exclaimed in disbelief.

“Yes fucking way,” Guzman laughed a conceited laugh, his mind replaying the images of the previous night.  Carla didn’t realize the sound could irritate her so much.  But she didn’t show it.  She simply chuckled along with him.

Upon her laughter, both Guzman and Ander snapped their heads toward her.  Neither had noticed her before and didn’t know how long she had been eavesdropping on their conversation.

“3 times?” she questioned with a mocking grin.  Ander stared at her blankly while Guzman’s pride faltered for a moment.  He knew Carla and Y/N were casual friends.

Carla stepped toward the desk, planting her hands on the cool surface as she leaned uncomfortably close to Guzman.  Her hair hung around her face, shielding her patronizing expression from onlookers.

“That’s it?” she asked, her minty breath taunting him.

When he was at a loss for words, Carla snickered once more at his dumb expression.  He had never seen the blonde’s eyes look so possessive and dark.

“Yeah, you’re full of shit,” Carla spat, beginning to turn away and take the seat behind him.  But she didn’t get far before he called her back

“I have proof,” he said, grabbing her by the arm.  His tight grip and locked jaw showed how offended he truly was by Carla’s comments.  She stopped, skeptically looking down at him.  “She sent me pictures.”

“What?  Nudes?”  Carla chuckled under her breath.  It was so unrealistic that it was laughable.  Why would Y/N even think about entertaining him?

“Almost,” he said.  Carla would have instantly called his bluff but his look seemed a bit too stern.  This didn’t seem like a joke to him.  She was somewhat inclined to believe him.

“Almost?” Carla furrowed her eyebrows while displaying a sardonic smile.  “What does that even mean?” she asked, shaking Guzman’s hand off of her.

Without a word, Guzman pulled his phone out of his pocket.  Carla leaned over his shoulder as he opened up his text conversation with Y/N.  Ander couldn’t restrain himself and leaned over to get a peek as well.

Sure enough, there were two pictures Y/N had sent, back to back.  Guzman clicked on the first one and Carla couldn’t hold back a small smirk.  Even if they were in Guzman’s hands, the sight of Y/N was too good not to enjoy.

There was that familiar shiny skin under the glow of red LED lights, only covered by a red lace lingerie set that perfectly complimented her skin tone.  She had taken a mirror selfie, her top half facing the camera while her bottom half was slightly turned, showing off just a little bit of her ass. 

The shot ended around her shins, showing off her gorgeously long legs and cut off at her neck as to ensure she was unidentifiable in case the photo fell into the wrong hands.  But Carla would’ve recognized that body anywhere, not to mention the silky hair that fell past her shoulders.  Just looking at it, Carla felt as if she could smell coconut conditioner that made her hair so lush.

Even though Carla had memorized every single sculpted curve, the raw beauty of Y/N always stole the breath from her lungs.

Guzman swiped to the next picture and Carla’s eyebrows instantly shot up in surprise, her smirk growing into a shit-eating grin.  That pose was probably her favorite.  Y/N was lying on her stomach over her cream bedsheets, the same red lace barely covering her.  She held the phone a little over her shoulder, allowing her to get some sideboob action, but mostly her arched back and ass.  The lack of face left Carla to imagine her puffy lips and sinful look in her eyes.  It felt like an addictive high every time she even imagined Y/N in such a state.

“So she sent you that one?” Carla said, nodding at the picture, obviously unimpressed.

“What?” Guzman asked, clearly confused by Carla’s knowing smile.

“It’s old.  She sent me that one ages ago,” she said, pulling her phone out of the waistband of her skirt.

“No, but she was-”

“It’s cute that you think she’d do that just for you,” Carla giggled.  “So naive,” she said shaking her head.  Her finger scrolled through her photo gallery until she found the folder titled Y/N.

“Don’t be jealous, Carla,” Guzman lamented, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms over his chest once more.  “Like hell she’d send them to y-”

“Holy shit,” Ander mumbled under his breath as Carla showed the boys one of the more recent photos Y/N had sent her.  Watching both pairs of eyes pop out of their heads like cartoon characters was the best feeling Carla could ask for.

It was a mirror selfie of Y/N topless.  Although her free arm was draped over her chest, covering her nipples and pushing her breasts up, it didn’t leave much up for imagination.  Her face was painted in reds and pinks as she had taken the photo before she left to attend an elegant fundraiser her parents were hosting.  Her hair was still slightly wet from her shower, making it slightly curlier than usual as it covered her ears and the corners of her eyes.  She enchantingly stared into her own reflection, lips slightly parted.

It was taken in an effort to tease Carla, who she would see at the fundraiser, and ended with the two of them pushed up against a wall in the bathroom.  Y/N knew the curves of her bare shoulders leading to her breasts and her hips drove Carla crazy.  That’s why most of the photos of Y/N in Carla’s phone were quite indecent and couldn’t be exposed, especially not to Guzman and Ander.

Guzman was simply speechless.  He looked up at Carla before reverting his eyes to the last time he’d ever get see Y/N even close to naked.

Carla felt the boys had enough time to ogle once Y/N made her entrance just before the bell rang.  She stuffed her phone back into her waistband as Y/N spotted her, instantly making a beeline for.  Y/N walked past Guzman without a glance, even though she could feel his pressing stare.

“Hey, baby,” Carla greeted her, using the nickname since they were being watched so intently, although it was usually reserved for when they were alone.

“Hey, Carla,” Y/N replied.  Carla wrapped her arm comfortably around Y/N’s waist while Y/N leaned into Carla.  Y/N brushed the blonde’s hair behind her ear to leave a chaste kiss in the spot where her jaw met her ear lobe.

The two walked to their seats behind Guzman and Ander as the teacher began her lecture.  Guzman peered back at Carla, his shock morphing into anger.  All he received was an insultingly cold smile that made his blood turn to ice.

Carla wasn’t concerned with him for much longer as she had already deemed herself superior.  She had enough time to gloat and now it was time to get down to business.

Carla leaned over to Y/N.  She violently tugged her closer by the collar of her blazer, allowing her lips to barely graze against Y/N’s ear.  A shallow breath escaped Y/N’s lips.

“Guzman told me about last night.  You’re gonna pay for it tonight.”

Kinda tempted to make a pt. 2…

[bumblesimagines]

Imagine:

Being best friends with Carla

Request: Yes or No

Carla laughed along to your story as you two entered her place. She gave you a wide smile, closing the door behind you two.

"When will you propose, (Y/N)?"

"Papa!" Carla shot her father a look as he walked over, greeting her with a forehead kiss and you with a hug.

"I mean, you two would make the perfect couple." He said, sending you both a wink before walking away. You watched him leave and cocked a brow, looking at Carla.

"Sorry, he wants us to get together so we can be the bosses of both the wine business and your father's tech business." Carla said, shaking her head. You chuckled and shrugged.

"Carla, we've been friends since we were babies. I know how much he's wanted us together. I don't get it though, he was happy to set you and Polo up together." You said. Carla glanced at you, heading upstairs. You quickly followed.

"Yeah, I know." Carla mumbled, entering her bedroom.

"It won't be surprising if he makes us get married." Carla said, tossing her purse to the side and shrugging off her jacket. She collapsed on her bed, watching you put your bag down and take off your jacket. You went around and collapsed beside her. Carla laughed softly.

"God, today was so.. Tiring. Having to stop Guzman and Samuel from killing Polo was much harder than I expected." You said. Carla nodded, staring at the ceiling.

"The court day is coming up. You already know what you're gonna say?" You asked. Carla swallowed and shook her head.

"No.. I have a lot on my mind." Carla said.

"Wanna talk about it?" You asked. She wished she could spill everything but she didn't wanna involve you and get you hurt.

"It's just.. Everything is a mess." Carla said with a frown. You gently ran your fingers through her blonde locks.

"Want a massage?" You asked. Carla smiled and nodded, sitting up.

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