🔥 | bearblr promptober #7: orgasm control, carmen berzatto.
okay i had enough self control to finally do a dom carmy fic because literally ALL of them so far have been subby tehehehe
i’ll be so honest i haven’t had time to be writing new ones to pump out…i fear when i run out of the ones i’ve already done……..
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“carmy, carmy, carmy..”
it was a repetitive whine, a high octave in your throat. he wasn’t relenting, tongue flattened against your bare pussy, moulded to the shape of every ridge and fold.
“shh, you can do it.” he soothes, face sticky with you, the words only adding to the heat in your core as he whispers them against your cunt.
it’s been like this for the better part of an hour, with carmy vehemently eating you out. he kept you right on that edge, refusing to add any fingers, let alone his cock, which you ached for. it felt simultaneously like too much and not enough all at the same time.
his lips suck at your clit in a rhythmic motion, pulsing, only getting faster and faster until you’re right on that edge. your hand clenches in his curls, fingers grasping for something to hold onto, something to ground yourself.
the whining only gets worse when he pulls back, resting his face on your thigh, kissing the soft skin there. it leaves behind a mixture of slick and spit, all in imprints of carmy’s lips.
“i know, i know,” he continues to soothe, “one more for me, okay? please? love having you like this, my good girl.”
whatever comes out is garbled, so strung tight that it’s painful, your head thrown back against the cushions and eyes squeezed shut.
“look at me, okay? please?” he pleads with you.
and you do, eyes watering as they glance down at carmy, looking so sweet and perfect against your thigh. a pout pulls at your lips, but you’re unable to resist, moving your hand to find his own.
“good girl.” carmy kisses your knuckles, knowing that you’re a little too far gone to get anything coherent out.
he dips back down, leaving sloppy, open mouthed kisses over your pussy. “perfect. such a good listener.” he whispers, practically lost in his own world, tongue already finding your dripping entrance.
it doesn’t take very long to find that edge again, either. and as promised, carmy lets you have it, because he knows that you’ve been good, that you’d do anything for him.
even wait over an hour to cum, which was an achievement in itself.
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