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this mess was yours (now your mess is mine) - Part 2

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Reader x Carmy Berzatto (The Bear FX)

Rating: Explicit (4.8k)

Tags: Smut, Set two(ish) years before the present aka the New York years, Porn with a little plot, Fluff, Friends with Benefits, Virgin!Carmy (my beloved), P in V Sex, Rough Sex (at Reader's request), Oral Sex (M receiving), Fingering, Period Sex, Both Carmy and Reader have a bit of a praise kink

Summary:

It had become a habit for both of you, being able to come home to someone who asked about your day and then fucked you senseless. It was unpredictable and messy but that was part of the appeal. You didn't see yourself quitting any time soon.

"Hey," Carmy greeted you.

You had knocked frantically on his door until he opened. Maybe it was unhinged behavior on your part, considering it was almost midnight but you were too riled up to care.

"Hey," you replied, walking inside and closing the door behind you. You pushed him against the wall with one hand, the other holding a couple of books. You kissed him hard, shoving your tongue inside his mouth, grinding your entire body against his.

"Fuck," Carmy brought you closer by the waist.

"Brought you some books," you waved them in front of his face and threw them on the couch carelessly, using both hands now to pin Carmy's wrists above his head.

"You don't need to keep giving me books, you know? I feel like you're paying me," Carmy joked breathily, following your lead, pliant under your touch. Perhaps you had taken him by surprise or he actually liked you taking charge, either way you were having fun.

"Oh, but it's okay when you bring me black truffle gnocchi?" you retorted.

He was keeping you well fed and well fucked.

"Those are leftovers. It's different," he argued.

"Well, I get a discount. Don't be difficult, Carm, just take them," you buried your face in the crook of his neck, kissing the moles and freckles he had on his skin. You exhaled and he shivered. "We're friends, right?"

"Sure," he panted.

"Friends can give each other presents," you rationalized. One of your hands let go of his wrist to tug at his hair. He moaned low.

"I just-" Carmy turned to look at you, suddenly very serious. "I can't do more than this, whatever this is. I don't want to fuck you over."

You hadn't put a name on it - friends with benefits was the closest thing you could come up with. It had become a habit for both of you, being able to come home to someone who asked about your day and then fucked you senseless. It was unpredictable and messy but that was part of the appeal. You didn't see yourself quitting any time soon.

"I can't do more than this, either," you replied honestly. You soothed his sides under his t-shirt. "It's all good, Carmy."

"I just-" his brows furrowed in worry.

"Hey. We're friends, it's just sex, nothing more," you cupped his face, caressing his jaw. "Are we good?"

He exhaled and nodded, his curls tickling your forehead.

"We're good," he smiled and kissed you, mouth open, cock half hard inside his trousers.

"Now can you please fuck me against the wall?" you asked.

Carmy gave you a wicked smile. "Yes, ma'am."

He grabbed your waist and manhandled you, your back to the wall. He kissed your neck and tugged your jeans down in swift succession. You kicked off your underwear and pulled down his trousers, just enough to free his cock.

"No foreplay," you said, caressing the head of his cock. "I want it to hurt a little."

"I got you," he panted, taking out a condom from his back pocket and quickly opening it with his teeth. Your visits were so frequent that he could open the wrapper with one hand and hold your throat with the other with ease now.

"You want it to hurt a little?" he repeated back at you, eyes dark.

"I need to get out of my head," you didn't want to explain, didn't want to talk about it at all. You wanted this man to fuck your brains out so that it was quiet inside your head and you could have a dreamless sleep. "Go as hard as you want. I'll tell you if it's too much."

"I-" Carmy hesitated.

"I've heard you screaming at God knows who on the phone, Carm. Don't act like you're some kind of saint and you don't have a shit ton of pent up anger in there," maybe it was a low blow but it got you what you wanted.

Carmy lifted you roughly, hands under your thighs, holding you tight enough to bruise.

"Never said I was a saint," he rasped, his cock poking at your entrance. "Never said I wasn't angry."

"Then show me," you wrapped your arms around his neck.

"Fine."

He entered you in one blunt thrust, your head bumping against the wall, your pussy throbbing and burning against his invasion.

"Fuck," you cried out. It was half a whine, half a sob, from deep in your belly. You braced yourself, holding his muscular shoulders tighter.

He drew back, almost all the way out of your pussy, then back inside with force, leaving you breathless. His hips snapped against yours over and over; his empty apartment echoed the rhythmic clapping of your skin. Carmy was ruthless, giving you what you had asked for and more.

Your heart was racing inside your chest, trying to keep up with all that was happening - the ache inside you that was quickly turning into pleasure. Your mouth hung open, wanton whines leaving your lips.

"Happy?" he challenged you, maybe thinking you would ask him to stop or reject him in some way. You didn't.

"Yes," you managed to say, dragging out the 's', and crossing your ankles behind him, bringing him even closer.

All you could think of was Carmy and how good he was making you feel, how his hands would leave imprints on your hips, and how you were probably the only person that had allowed him to lose control like this.

"Give it to me," you insisted.

"You're so fucked up," he said. It wasn't a jab, if anything there was admiration in the way that he said it, that you could take it so well.

His movements got quicker and messier. He hid his face in your neck, drowning ragged growls into your skin. You could feel him hit the depths of you. His thrusts angled upwards as he got closer to his release, hitting your G spot over and over.

"Fucking-" was all you got to say before you became a moaning mess, Carmy holding on just enough that you could ride your orgasm in his last desperate thrusts.

"Shit. Shit. Oh, my God," he groaned hard.

You could hear him far away, your body felt limp and heavy as he carried you to his bed; your skin felt tingly and hot.

"Hey, talk to me," Carmy demanded, some left over gruffness coloring his tone.

"'m fine," you mumbled, "just fucked stupid."

"Good. Okay, that's good," he said, letting out a relieved sigh, smiling.

"Can I sleep over?" you asked, eyelids heavy. His bed was comfortable and the bedsheets smelled like him.

"Like I would let you go anywhere like this," he rolled his eyes and manhandled you to lie under the blankets.

"So bossy," you said appreciatively, half asleep. "Like it. I like that you're a little fucked up."

"Yeah?" Carmy seemed taken aback by it, grinning incredulously.

"Mhmm," you wrapped an arm around his waist, nuzzling his neck.

You knew what it was like to pretend all day, to be a watered down version of yourself. It was exhausting.

You closed your eyes as Carmy kissed the top of your head.

Carmy surprised you as you were opening your door in the middle of the afternoon, your keys still dangling between your fingers. It was his free day, you remembered.

"Hey, you busy? I need a little help with something," he asked, peeking out his door, a nervous energy about him.

"I'm not busy," you replied flirtatiously.

"Oh! Uh, it's not a sex thing," he looked a little guilty now.

"Oh, okay. Sure, I'll help, I'm a good neighbor," you smiled brightly, hiding your disappointment that this wasn't a "help me, my boner won't go away" situation but more of a "help me, I need someone to hold a ladder while I change the lightbulb" situation.

You followed him inside his apartment and into the bathroom. He stood in front of you and removed his shirt.

"Carm, I'm getting mixed signals here," you said, your eyes lingering on the trail of hair on his lower stomach.

He chuckled. "It isn't a sex thing. I promise."

"I wouldn't mind," you said coyly.

He laughed openly now and turned around.

Right on his shoulder blade, there was a freshly done tattoo, the skin around it an angry shade of red, the ink crisp and dark, all covered in plastic and tape. It was a bird - a sparrow, falling mid-flight, an arrow through its chest.

"I didn't think it through," Carmy said. You could see the blush on his skin in his reflection on the mirror.

"You shouldn't regret it. It's beautiful," you said, your fingers hovering over it. "Just a little sad."

"I meant the placement," he explained. "Can't reach it by myself."

"Oh... You need help cleaning it," you realized.

"And putting lotion on it. It will get flaky and fucking gross in the following days so it's fine if you don't want to help me then," he was giving you an out.

It looked like it pained Carmy to ask, and it suddenly made sense why all his tattoos were within arm's reach.

"It's okay," you said simply, leaning over the sink to wash your hands, then turning to look at him. "Tell me what to do."

He exhaled with relief and walked you through it - removing the tape and the plastic, washing the skin gently, letting it dry, applying lotion...

There was something weirdly intimate about the whole process. Your hands were on Carmy, careful, admiring the artwork and the muscles underneath, checking in the mirror to confirm you weren't hurting him.

"All good?" you asked softly.

"Yeah. Thank you," he turned to kiss you, a quick peck on the lips.

You watched him put his shirt back on, a small wince as he arranged the fabric.

You caressed his cheek. "Is it bad? The pain."

He shrugged. "I kind of dig it."

You shook your head fondly.

"How often do you need to do this?" you asked, walking towards the door.

"Ideally? Three times a day," he said. "Realistically? When I'm home from work and before I leave."

Carmy walked you to your apartment - it was only a few feet but it felt a little corny still, like a twelve minute long, weird ass date. You smiled.

"Let me know, okay?" you said in a jokingly stern tone. "I don't want your tattoo to get fucked up because you're too stubborn to ask for help."

He looked down and you knew you had hit a nerve.

"Promise."

It was nice, having a routine with Carmy, knowing that you would see him everyday, that he would knock on your door looking sheepish and that you would take care of him a little. Sometimes you rubbed the leftover lotion over his shoulders and the rest of his back, almost always you made out while you waited for his skin to dry, your hands and eyes feasting on his naked torso. Maybe it wasn't sex but it was the next best thing. It was sensual, soft, delicious.

"There," you said softly, running your fingers over the soft skin. It had peeled and looked awful for a few days but now it was pale and smooth once more.

Carmy turned and grabbed you by the waist.

"Thank you," he drawled.

"You're welcome," you said, swaying in his embrace.

Your hands traced the lines of muscle along his bare waist while you kissed his neck and shoulders.

"Fuck," Carmy exhaled into your hair.

"Can I suck your cock, Carmy?" you mumbled.

"Shit. You can do anything you want to me," he replied needily, his eyes going wide as you lowered to your knees in front of him. "Fuck. You're actually doing it."

You palmed him over his jeans. "I've been thinking about it for days."

"You have?"

"Wanting to be the first one to make you feel this good... Wondering how these," you caressed the muscles on his stomach, lingering on the V you liked so much, "would move if I sucked you off like you deserve."

"Holy shit," he was breathing heavily, getting turned on from your lazy touch and dirty talk.

You unbuttoned his jeans, dragging them and his underwear down his thighs. His cock was already half hard, and you caressed the length of it.

"Fuck," Carmy leaned against the sink, bracing himself, gasping for air.

"Tell me when it's good?" you echoed his words back at him, looking up.

He nodded. You took him in your mouth.

The noise that followed was something between a moan and a whine, deep from Carmy's chest, vibrating all the way down to his cock. This was going to be fun.

You grabbed on to his ass, taking him as deep as you could, watching him close his eyes and arch his neck. Your tongue caressed the underside of him, tasting salt, while you bobbed your head back and forth, forcing his moans to go quicker and longer.

"Oh, fuck. I've never- Jesus Christ!" he was a mess, mumbling nonsense, white-knuckling the edge of the sink. "Never felt so good. Fuck!"

Just as you felt his muscles begin to tense, you let him go with a pop. He whined in desperation.

You gave him a mischievous smile. "Can you help me with something?"

"Anything. Anything."

You gathered your hair on one side. "Can you hold this for me? It keeps getting in my face," you asked innocently, looking at him through your eyelashes.

"You're going to fucking kill me," he managed, one of his hands closing around your hair, resting on the nape of your neck.

"Thanks," you said.

You kissed the trail of hair on his stomach, licked the veins and freckles by his hip, and then mouthed up his length until you could lick his tip and take him again inside your mouth. He shook with pleasure and his cock poked the back of your throat. You choked, a string of saliva falling from the corner of your mouth.

"Shit, fuck, I'm sorry," he panted. "It just feels so good..."

You soothed the back of his legs. 'It's fine, it's fine.' His eagerness was making you wet - the needy sounds he was letting out. His grip on your hair tightened and you hollowed your cheeks around his cock, bobbing your head, keeping a steady rhythm.

"Close, 'm close," he managed, the veins of his neck pulsing and his face sweaty.

"Mhmm," you hummed against his cock.

One of your hands caressed the muscles of his stomach, so tense that they seemed to be vibrating, while the other moved to fondle his balls gently.

"Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck," he blurted out while tugging at your hair, letting out a long exhale, cumming inside your mouth.

"Mhmm, mhmm," you encouraged him, your mouth still on him, eyes up to see him completely undone. He looked beautiful.

You swallowed and swallowed, salt covering your tongue and dripping down the corner of your mouth, tears messing up your mascara.

Carmy used the hold he had on your hair to pull you away from his cock. He was panting and speechless - something proud purred inside your chest.

Carmy dropped to his knees and cupped your face. He kissed you, sloppy, lust-drunk, soothing your mouth with his tongue, licking the edge of your lips. You realized he was cleaning his mess - you moaned into his mouth.

"Carm," you carded your fingers through his sweaty curls. You realized there were tears in the corners of his eyes too.

"Fuck. That was everything," he mumbled against your skin. "Thank you."

"Anytime," you meant it - it made you happy to see how blissed out and relaxed he looked.

"Y'don't need to swallow next time though," he rubbed his finger on your chin, still sticky from his cum.

"What if I want to?"

He shivered.

"Jesus..." he shook his head, smirking. If you had known he liked dirty talk so much you would have started way earlier. "The fucking mouth on you..."

"You didn't seem to have a problem with it just now," you said, mischievous.

He shut you up with a hungry kiss.

You wrapped yourself tighter in your comforter, balling up into a cocoon on the couch. Your favorite movie was on, lulling you to sleep...

Someone knocked on your door.

"Fuck off!" you bellowed.

"It's Carmy," he replied softly.

Gathering what little strength you had, you walked to the door and opened it.

"Hi, Carm," he looked frazzled but still gorgeous. "Uh, nothing's happening today. I feel like absolute shit, didn't even go to work."

You said everything quickly, trying to get it over and done with as soon as possible, not in the mood for a conversation.

"What happened?" his eyes were full of worry.

"I'm on my period. I'll be fine, don't worry about it," you dismissed it easily. "Point is, sex is off the table, so I'll see you when I see you."

"Okay," he nodded and walked quickly to his apartment, not even saying goodbye. You knew this was the agreement - sex and nothing more - but it still stung more than you would have expected that he actually didn't give a shit.

You shut the door, ready to go back to your cocoon when he knocked again.

"What?" you said dryly.

"I left for only two minutes, what the fuck?" he complained.

You opened the door, not managing to contain a groan of exasperation.

"Carmy, I swear to God..."

He was standing on your doorstep with a gallon of milk and a handful of groceries.

"I'll shut the fuck up but will please you let me inside your kitchen?" Carmy insisted.

You moved to the side and watched him make a beeline to the stove, which left you confused as fuck. When you realized that he was actually not going to speak to you, you settled back on the couch. Maybe his stove wasn't working and he needed to cook something? You didn't really mind as long as he left you in peace.

The bang of pots and pans was kept to a minimum, so much so that you started getting sleepy once again. You had almost forgotten about Carmy altogether when he sat on the cushion by your head, caressing your hair and your arm gently.

"Did you take something for the pain?" he asked.

"A metric shit ton of ibuprofen," you sighed. "It fixed my back thing before the cramps."

He chuckled softly.

Your back thing was a weird muscular pain that you could actually trace to one particularly vigorous handjob you had given Carmy a week ago. He had kissed it better while he fucked you from behind a day later - not that it had done much for your pain but it had made you come hard, so you had no complaints.

"You really don't need to be here, Carm," you mumbled, even though his gentle touch felt so nice and comforting. "I'll be fine. The first day is especially hellish is all."

He sighed and got up. "I'll pour you some hot chocolate and I'll leave you alone."

You perked up. "What?"

He handed you a mug - it was thick, French style, hot chocolate.

"Carmy, what-?"

He arched an eyebrow. "What did you think I was doing in the kitchen?"

"I don't know, your dinner?"

"Give me some fucking credit," he said without bite.

You took a sip from the chocolate, it was a little too hot and it warmed you up from the inside. You hummed softly.

"Sugar loved this when she had cramps," he said absently, drinking from his own mug.

"Sugar?" you asked, a green thing of jealousy snarling inside your chest, unchecked and unwarranted.

"My sister."

"You have a sister?" you straightened up in your seat to look at him properly.

He nodded, not really giving room for more questions.

He placed his hand on your knee, caressing lightly. You leaned into his side and exhaled.

"Sorry for being mean earlier," you said and he shook his head gently. "And thank you. You didn't need to do any of this."

"I wanted to," he replied.

You turned and kissed him, soft and lazy, not trying to go anywhere, just thanking him.

"How was your day?" you asked softly, fixing his messy hair a little.

"One of the new chefs got fired after two hours, which is some kind of record," he said pensively.

If you ever saw his boss out on the street, you were kicking him in the balls.

"He can't keep doing that shit, can he?"

"It's his place. He can do whatever the fuck he wants, as long as the food is excellent. And it is," Carmy said somewhat sadly. "Did you do anything interesting today?"

"Other than just lying here all day feeling like a raccoon was clawing at my insides and thighs?" you said playfully.

"Your thighs?" he arched his eyebrows.

You shrugged. "It happens when it's really bad."

"Can I-?" he motioned to shift you on the couch, you nodded, and he placed your legs over his lap.

He started kneading on the flesh of your legs over your sweatpants, massaging gently. You hummed contentedly.

All of a sudden, you remembered a number of moments during sex when he seemed to favor your thighs, kissing them, biting them, holding them tight. He'd never said anything really but he liked them, it was obvious - especially now, his thumbs pressing on the insides, the fatty and stretch-lined part of them, with devotion.

Without realizing, you had started getting aroused, heart racing and your thoughts wandering free - thoughts of him nestled between your thighs, thoughts of them aching for entirely different reasons.

"Carm?"

"Hmm?"

You could feel your cheeks burning from the question you hadn't worded yet.

"Would it be super messed up if I asked you to fuck me?" you stumbled with your words.

"Now?" Carmy turned to see you, not stopping his attentions.

"If you want. It's just that- This feels nice and- I don't know. Orgasms are supposed to help with cramps," you added, feeling a little lame.

He smiled. "You really don't need to convince me to fuck you," his hands started pressing into your upper thighs.

"I'll understand if you don't want to," you put your hands over his, caressing lightly.

He didn't reply, instead he leaned to kiss you again, slow and tender. You smiled into the kiss.

"It's going to be messy," you warned him.

"Sex is messy," he echoed your words back to you.

"Okay, give me a few minutes, yeah?" you said, going in the bathroom, tidying up a little, and changing your underwear. You emerged with a towel in your hands to find Carmy sitting on your bed, wearing only his boxer briefs. "You're dangerous."

He huffed, bringing you to stand between his legs.

"You’re dangerous," he emphasized, ogling you now that you were wearing only your underwear and a sweatshirt. He held you close, breathing you in as he peeled off your sweatshirt, burying his face between your breasts.

"So warm, so soft," he mumbled against your skin, giving you goosebumps.

"Carmy," you hummed and leaned into his touch, caressing his curls.

You felt lightheaded and dizzy as you settled on the bed, your head on the pillow, the soft towel underneath you, and Carmy hovering above you - kissing your body.

"Slow?" he asked, tracing a line from your bellybutton to your collarbone with his nose.

"Mhmm," you agreed, overwhelmed with how gentle and thoughtful he was being.

He took off your underwear and nudged your legs open. You were feeling a little self conscious.

He placed his hand over your mound.

"You've done this before?" he asked.

Sometimes, he could read you so well.

"Never on my period, no," you admitted. "Boyfriends didn't like the idea."

"I'm gonna take care of you," he drawled, kissing the side of your face and sliding one finger between your folds.

You hummed, caressing his arms and shoulders, marveling at how strong they looked in the lowlight of your room.

His fingers moved slowly, wandering around, caressing, pressing just enough on your clit to get you warm and ready.

"Please," you whined.

"Shhhh," he soothed, inserting one finger.

"Shit!" You arched into his touch, every nerve ending awake.

"You okay?" he checked in.

"I think I'm a little sensitive," you managed. When you saw Carmy's concerned face you added: "It's good. I can feel you, every little thing you do to me."

He curled his finger a bit, his gaze fixed on you to watch you roll your eyes with pleasure.

"Fuck," he swallowed.

"Yeah," you giggled. "I think I want more."

He pushed a second finger inside you, caressing your walls, watching you become a mess underneath him. He had you writhing and moaning with just his fingers, dangling near the edge of your release in just a few minutes.

"So close, I'm so close," you moaned.

He didn't make you beg for it. He seemed entranced - his fingers moving steadily, just staring as you lost control.

"Insane," Carmy mumbled as he kissed you.

"Mmm?" you questioned, barely out of your orgasm, only vaguely aware of him wiping his fingers on the towel and putting a condom on. Your hands reached out for his face.

"You're so responsive, it's insane," he rasped. "Can't wait to be inside you."

"I need it. I need your cock inside me," you whined and opened your legs wider.

He lowered to kiss you, hungry. Then he grabbed your wrists and pinned them to the sides of your head.

"Don't move a fucking finger," he whispered. "I'm going to take care of you, make you feel so fucking good."

You nodded eagerly.

Carmy entered you slowly, making sure you felt every inch of him as he stretched you out and filled you completely. You arched your body against his, urging him to get closer even as his cock went almost all the way out.

A lewd, wet sound filled the room as he thrust back inside you, then the slap of skin on skin, then two moans almost in unison. He kept that torturous rhythm steady, eyes fixed on you, his movements were slow and calculated - he was letting your lust simmer to a boil, driving you crazy. You couldn't speak, breathy moans the only sound you could utter - that and his name.

"Carmy..."

"Yes, I'm here," he reassured you, a bead of sweat falling from his face. "You're being such a good girl for me."

You whined at that, your pussy gripping hard around him. You glanced down, taking in the sight of his tight abdomen, his trail of hair, and his cock disappearing inside you.

"Oh, fuck," you managed. "Think I'm coming again."

"Yeah?"

You nodded eagerly, biting your lip to silence your cries of pleasure. He thumbed at the place where your bodies met, pressing your clit as he kept that steady pace. You saw white for a moment, fluttering against his cock, even more wetness gathering between your legs.

"Shit," you exhaled, every feeling of aftershock mixing with the pleasure of being deliciously fucked still. Carmy's face was contorted in complete concentration, eyebrows furrowed and breathing hard.

"Can you do one more?" he asked.

"Yes," you said eagerly. "Yes, please, come with me."

He growled.

His pace accelerated, his hips arched, the head of his cock hit your G spot.

"Holy fuck!" you cursed, grabbing at your pillowcase to stop from moving your hands. "Carmy."

"Right here," he reassured you still, face red. "Y're being such a good girl," he praised.

You beamed, arching your back, guiding him to fuck you deeper and harder, following his movements with wide eyes. He groaned, his cock slipping out of you by accident.

"Put it back in, put it back, please," you begged.

He rushed to recover, quickly going back to the same hungry movements.

"Your boyfriends are fucking idiots," he mumbled into your neck, feral and possessive. "Didn't get to have you like this."

You pussy squeezed around his cock as it twitched inside you. You were both so close. He panted into your mouth.

"Ready?"

"Yes, please, yes," you whined.

You came together, meeting each thrust with a tilt of your hips, your moans followed by grunts. He collapsed on top of you, heavy, sweaty and perfect. You licked a line of salt from the side of his neck.

"Was it true?" he said, his gravelly voice rumbling against your chest.

"What was?" your hands caressed his back and his ass, fingers tracing curved shapes.

"That orgasms fix cramps."

"Mhmm," you giggled. "Read it somewhere. And the pain's much better now actually. Thanks."

"Anytime," he replied, tired. "I'll get up in a second."

"No rush," you said, carding your hands through his curls. "Wanna shower together?" you offered.

"Definitely."

You sighed, completely satisfied.

Later, when your fingers were lathering shampoo on his scalp, then carefully covering every strand with the scent of your coconut conditioner, a thought would interrupt your bliss. Maybe this was too sweet and domestic for friends with benefits. Maybe they way he fucked you was a lot like making love. Maybe. But you were too tired and too happy to care.

[Part 3]

@vyctorya

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