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bitbugbites-re · 7 months

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𝙻𝚊𝚙 𝙿𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 | 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰

Headcanons on how different RE men would give you their lap as a pillow (and vice versa!)

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characters: Albert Wesker, Carlos Oliveira, Chris Redfield, Ethan Winters, Leon S. Kennedy

gender: gn! reader

cw: FLUFF, (slight) NSFW // lap pillow // ktober

a/n: there are THREE vers. of leon in this post because they give that boy WAY too many damn personalities (re3r, re4r, re6)

𝕬𝖑𝖇𝖊𝖗𝖙 𝖂𝖊𝖘𝖐𝖊𝖗 (any rendition)

Giving you his lap:

Doesn't typically invite you to lay on his lap, you usually are the one to just wiggle your way onto him

Once he picks up on you liking it though, he'd probably offer when you were sad or upset about something

The dude has got rock-hard thighs because of his genetic mutations

It starts to get uncomfy pretty quick, so you gotta grab a pillow for yourself to place under your head (never back down, never WHAT?!)

Sometimes he grabs the pillow for you absent-mindedly because he knows you're gonna ask/get up for it

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Usually never leads to anything nsfw, especially so if he's working while you're on his lap

I really only ever see it leading to nsfw stuff in the event that you approach him with the intention of seducing him (in which case it'll be you servicing him -- only sometimes it'll lead to full-on sex, as long as you're forward about wanting it)

Using your lap:

He doesn't automatically lay on your lap -- you're the one who offers it to him and he usually turns it down

It's not that he doesn't like it, he just isn't someone who is too big on physical touch

he also feels embarrassed laying in such a position

When he does lay on your lap, it's usually because you put him there against his will (typically when he's sad)

he secretly likes it

You like to stare into his eyes since they're such a unique color. he claims to hate it (he doesn't, he's just prideful and won't admit he likes cheesy lovey-dovey things)

Gets mad at you if you mess up his hair (doesn't physically stop you though, just grumbles and complains about it half-heartedly)

Can't fall asleep no matter how comfortable your legs are. he's just very particular in the way he falls asleep (and everything else, too)

If he doesn't have anything else to do, he'll usually just lay there and wait for you to fall asleep. If you do, he'll get up and carry you to the bedroom, covering you up before going back to work

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Doesn't usually lead to anything nsfw in this scenario either

You gotta lay it on thick if you want him. he's a smart man and he can pick up on social cues -- he just isn't the type to have a high enough sex drive that causes him to jump at every opportunity available

𝕮𝖆𝖗𝖑𝖔𝖘 𝕺𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖎𝖗𝖆 (re3r)

Giving you his lap:

Will both offer and/or just randomly place you on his lap 24/7

If you get on his lap first without him saying anything, he gets really excited. The "my-cat-fell-asleep-on-me" kind of excited

He's got substantially thick legs. Can be pretty comfortable to lay on when his legs are relaxed -- although sometimes he tenses his legs unconsciously and you have to ask him to unflex them

Has a little bit of trouble staying still for a prolonged period of time. He'll start out pretty still, but if you're having a conversation or he gets too into it, he'll make a lot of movements with his arms and/or upper body

Constantly in awe of you. Trying to look at your face, trying to pet your hair or rub your legs, etc. Just can't get enough of you.

He likes talking to you as you lay on him, too. Not very silent unless you fall asleep on him, in which case, he often glances down to look at your face. Will take pictures of you if you're okay with it, too.

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Leads to nsfw things pretty often. In this scenario, you're the one to initiate it most of the time since you're the one by his package

Gets an almost immediate boner every time. Dude's got a high sex-drive and it doesn't take much from you to work him up

If you do end up playing with him in some way, he'll either want to pay you back or have full-on sex

Using your lap:

Literally just throws himself down on you. Most of the time you don't even have to ask if he wants to use your lap. He just does

Makes you pet his hair. Rub his facial scruff. Touch his arms. Dude is needy af

If you're eating something while he's on your lap, he'll just let you feed him. Seriously, you just stick stuff in his mouth and he eats it without saying anything

If your legs start to fall asleep and you ask him to get off, he'll just swap positions with you and put you on his lap instead

Will make you take selfies together while he's on your lap. Then proceeds to send them to his friends (usually Tyrell) as a way to brag about how he has a cool partner

Falls asleep on you really easily and snores loud as FUCK

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Will start to get extra touchy if he wants to initiate sex. He'll reach up and cup your face, wrap his arms around your midriff and snuggle his head into you, etc.

Starts by giving you oral and it's usually the gentle, slow, loving kind.

If it leads to normal sex, it's probably going to take place on the same surface where he was lying on your lap (i.e. -- couch, bed, floor, etc.)

𝕮𝖍𝖗𝖎𝖘 𝕽𝖊𝖉𝖋𝖎𝖊𝖑𝖉 (re: death island)

Giving you his lap:

Occasionally offers his lap to you. Doesn't do it too much because he's not always thinking about it

Most of the time his offers are either because you're sad or because you're watching something together

His thighs are a mix between hard and soft. He's pretty muscular, so at first you'd be expecting more of a solid feeling, but it's not as bad as you'd have guessed. It's a just-right type of deal. (could be due to the fact that he's getting older...)

Isn't super touchy. He'll rest his arm along your body, maybe, but other than that he doesn't do anything too extra. The two of you kinda just enjoy the idle comfort from one another

Very chill kind of lover. Wouldn't get mad if you started getting a bit squirmy or tried readjusting your head's position every 3 seconds

If you have a bowl of popcorn, he's reaching in a grabbing handfuls for himself -- doesn't notice he's eating most of your snack either. (he'll apologize and get up to make another bowl for the both of you, though. And then he'll eat most of that, too)

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I don't see him initiating anything out of the blue, or even if he's turned on in this scenario. I do think though that if he got a boner, he'd kinda just awkwardly wait for it to go down. In that case, you'd be the initiator, offering to help him out

Would be fine stopping after reaching his orgasm. Might offer to play with you using his hands. He'd be open to sex if you suggested it.

Using your lap:

Never lays in your lap on his own. Often turns you down when you offer him to lay in your lap

I feel like he likes being in more dominant positions, if that makes sense? He likes being the big-spoon, while you're the little spoon

In the rare occurrence that you do get him on your lap, it's just kinda awkward. He just lies there with his arms crossed

Tries to get comfortable, but can't. He's a big guy, so it's a little tricky for him

Tries his best to stay on your lap if that's what you want, but eventually gives up. Offers for you to either lay on his lap or lay against his chest instead

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Not much, if any nsfw things result from this scenario

Maybe if you started running your hands along his arms or touching on his chest, something would happen. He'd probably make a flirty joke about you feeling him up, and then things would go on from there

𝕰𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖓 𝖂𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘 (re7, re8)

Giving you his lap:

Offers his lap whenever he's trying to be romantic or considerate of you. Really only offers because he thinks you like it

Not to say that he doesn't like it -- he'll take any kind of touch from you -- he just doesn't have any kind of preference. Touch is touch

He's got soft thighs. He's not built, but he's not in bad shape either -- he's got a very average build, so his legs are pretty comfortable to lay on.

A lot of the time, he plans to ask you if you want to lay on his lap beforehand. He'll make snacks and lay them out on the coffee table, or he'll light some candles in the bedroom -- it all feels very loving and soft

He likes to place his arm under yours and hold your hand while you watch something. He does the circular thumb movement, too

If you have a baby together, and it starts to cry, he'll grab a pillow and put it down under your head before going to check on the child

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Honestly, you're the one jumping him most of the time, and it's not because he doesn't take initiative -- it's because the way he cares for you turns you on

Usually starts once you lean up to kiss him...and keep kissing him

If you're in the living room, he takes you to the bedroom to have sex. It's the kind that's very gentle, slow, and passionate

He gives great aftercare, too. Cleans you both up, and carries you to the shower if you want to take one

Using your lap:

He'll lay in your lap if you suggest it to him, although he doesn't do it on his own very much.

Thinks it's cute when you ask him, and he cracks jokes as he goes to lie down

Makes sure to be very still. Tries not to readjust his head too much, thinking he might annoy you with it

Usually keeps his arms crossed when his head's on your lap. Again, tries not to move too frequently

If you have a kid, they'll try to take your other leg, and Ethan thinks it's funny that you've got two people on your lap

Your kid will request that you pet their head, and Ethan will follow along teasingly. You end up running your hands through both of their hair

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If he starts rubbing your knee or the area above it, you know he's trying to start something up

You often say something along the lines of, "I know what you're trying to do," and he laughs and admits it

He'll lean up and kiss you, and then the two of you will take things to the bedroom. Again, you have very gentle, slow sex -- plus good aftercare

𝕷𝖊𝖔𝖓 𝕾. 𝕶𝖊𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖉𝖞 (re2r)

Giving you his lap:

Will offer you his lap sometimes -- he can be a little absent-minded, so it's pretty much an occasional thing unless he notices you frequently putting yourself in his lap

He's a little shy about you laying on his legs, but he likes it a lot

He's got really comfortable thighs to lay on. They've got a slight bit of muscle to them, but not too much

He's a little awkward when it comes to knowing what to do with his hands. He'll pet your head, but he does so with a strange rhythm -- or accidentally yank a little bit of your hair. He then apologizes profusely and pulls his hand away. If you want him to keep touching you in some way, you have to guide his arm/hand down and place it where you want it

The first few times you lay on his lap, he's pretty stiff. As your relationship continues, however, he gets used to it

Will quietly fall asleep after a while and you won't even know it until you try saying something, noticing that he isn't responding

Occasionally mumbles stupid stuff in his sleep. Sometimes you can hold a conversation with him and he won't even remember it

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You're the one who initiates it most of the time. He'll get a boner and you'll tease him -- he'll flirtatiously tease back, and you'll end up servicing him where you're sitting

If you're in the living room he worries about staining the couch, but will let you continue if you tell him to not worry about it

Passionate, fairly vanilla sex. He doesn't really like being too rough with you because he worries he might be hurting you

Decent aftercare -- he cleans you up first, and once you're both cleaned up, he asks if you want to go back to lying on his lap

Using your lap:

Only occasionally he will put himself on your lap of his own volition. Usually, you're the one to ask him if he wants to use your legs as a pillow, and agree

Very rarely turns you down, if at all. It makes him really happy when you offer your lap up to him

Tells you almost every time how comfortable your thighs feel.

He likes it a lot when you touch him. Leon likes you petting his hair, rubbing his arm, but his favorite out of every option is when you take his hand and hold it. It feels like a very tender moment to him

Likes to talk to you while he's on you. Whether it be about the show you're watching, his day, your day -- he's talking

Sometimes he will spell things out on your leg using his finger and make you guess what it says. It's usually something random like "cactus," or "pizza"

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The two of you will tease and flirt with one another, and that's what leads to things heating up. He'll sit up and start to kiss you, and that's typically the cue that the two of you will be having sex

Sometimes he starts with oral in this kind of scenario, sometimes it just leads straight to a little bit of foreplay then sex

Again, very vanilla, but loving and caring sex. He gives good aftercare here, too

𝕷𝖊𝖔𝖓 𝕾. 𝕶𝖊𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖉𝖞 (re4r)

Giving you his lap:

Knows when you could use his lap, and offers it accordingly. He has a good sense of what you need, and when -- even when you're not upset

Feels very comforted when you accept, and likes the feeling of your weight on him

He has really nice legs, and they're fairly soft. They aren't as cushiony as when he was younger (re2r), but still comfortable to lie on

No longer awkward with his hands, knows exactly what to do with them. He's got very smooth, rhythmic movements as well

Doesn't fall asleep with you in his lap as much as he used to, but it'll happen occasionally. He tries his best to stay awake, wanting to spend time with you -- even though it's hard for him because he doesn't get as much sleep anymore and he gets really relaxed with you around him

If you feel him up, he'll laugh and tease you about it. He thinks it's funny when you poke into the fatty-muscled part of his arms and legs

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Using him as a lap pillow leads to nsfw things quite a lot. Sometimes it's started by you touching him up, sometimes it's started by back-and-forth teasing, sometimes it's started by him asking for a kiss

The sex has gotten a little less vanilla over time -- nothing too crazy, but the two of you have definitely explored many more positions, kinks, etc. as time went on

He's got a routine down for aftercare as well -- the two of you know what the other likes, meaning that you're both left feeling pretty satisfied after the deed is done

Using your lap:

Doesn't really put himself on your lap randomly anymore. Over time, he's realized he prefers having you on his legs instead -- but he's not against laying on your thighs

If he does put himself on you, it's usually for good-times sake

He still compliments you on how soft your legs are

Leon falls asleep much more on your lap than when you're on his. Sometimes it knocks him out right away -- he just can't help it

Loves when you move his bangs out of his eyes, especially if the two of you are watching something

He now automatically takes your hand in his, holding it. He doesn't let it go, either, even if he falls asleep in your lap. There's no getting it back until the two of you separate

Doesn't make conversation as much as he used too -- as he got more comfortable over time, he didn't always feel the need to fill in the silent gaps. He does make quite a few quippy one-liners if you're watching something, though

Leon still plays the word-drawing game with his finger on your body, except now he chooses harder words like "potassium," or "armadillo" (though, sometimes, he misspells them and the two of you laugh about it)

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His new cue for initiating sex is by squeezing and playing with your leg -- although flirting and teasing still leads to sex between the two of you a lot, also.

The sex ranges from slow and gentle, to fast and passionate. It just depends on what kind of mood the two of you are in

Again, the two of you have a pretty good aftercare routine going, and you're usually very cuddly with one another once you've both finished

𝕷𝖊𝖔𝖓 𝕾. 𝕶𝖊𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖉𝖞 (re6)

Giving you his lap:

Even years later, he's still really good at predicting when you want to use his lap. He offers it at all the right times

Thinks it's cute that the two of you have this years-long tradition going on. He jokes that someday, you'll be in the retirement home together trying to get onto his lap haphazardly

His legs got a lot more hard as time went on. You joke around, telling him that he's hard as a brick now -- but you secretly still enjoy resting on his lap as much as you used to when his thighs were softer

Falls asleep a lot like he did in the beginning -- he's getting old and more tired as time goes on. However, he is good at staying awake if the two of you are watching something

If you like to watch reality TV, he shits all over it/the people in it (He secretly likes it though; his favorite is The Bachelor)

You've started joking around with him, telling him to take his shirt off when you're in his lap -- you tell him that you don't know how many years left you'll have to look at his abs, and that you need to enjoy them thoroughly before they're gone (he only laughs and tells you he'll have them forever, 'till the day he dies)

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Still leads to nsfw things, although not as much as when the two of you were younger

You're not as wild, doing crazy positions -- but you do try different, smaller things to spice it up in the bedroom occasionally

Aftercare is still the same, although sometimes you're the one cleaning him up now -- for some reason, despite his job, sex seems to take the life out of him

Using your lap:

Started putting his head back onto your lap more. He does it in a joking manner, but it became special to him overtime due to your guys' history of doing it

If you have a kid, and they like putting their head on your lap, he uses them as an excuse. He'll make some silly joke, telling you that he needs attention, too

Instead of complimenting your legs, he now presses kisses to them randomly. He knows that over time you became a little more conscious of your body, so he started doing this to ensure you he still thinks you're beautiful

Both him and your kid will fall asleep on your lap. Sometimes one of them will snore really loud and wake the other up --you try to stifle a laugh every time it happens

Lets you or your kid tie his bangs up so that he can see the TV without them getting in his eyes. He thinks it's funny

Still makes you put your arm around him, holding onto his hand. Over time, he's started kissing it every once in a while, as well. He's very affectionate with you

The finger word-drawing game has reached a new height. He has started googling impossibly long and difficult words. You can't even beat him anymore -- and you can never tell if he's actually spelling the words right

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Leon still squeezes your leg to signal that he wants you -- although he's a little less playful with it, as he's conscious that you're a little more sensitive about your body nowadays

Again, pretty normal sex-life for your ages -- if not a little more frequent than others like your peers

Your aftercare is still the same as well. You and Leon have no complaints, and the two of you will likely continue your routine until you can't anymore

For the official and original Kinktober 23 prompts, check here. Credits to @kinktober2023 for the ideas!

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coqvttes · 6 months

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୨୧― KINKTOBER: ❝DOLLED UP!❞ ― CARLOS O.

― ꒰ CORRUPTION ✰ KINKTOBER M.LIST ꒱ ―

୨୧˚ synopsis: after making you wait nearly two months to lose your virginity, you surprise him in lingerie that you know he can't resist corrupting you in.

୨୧˚ warnings: nsfw 16+ only, virginity loss, lingerie, p in v, petnames, fem!reader, sub!reader, dom!carlos, creampie, teasing, fingering, spitting, some aftercare, lmk if i forgot anything!

୨୧˚ wc: 2k (my bad lol this is not proof-read)

its been nearly two months since you've been with carlos. everything has been wonderful, but the only problem is that you're a virgin, and he still hasn't fucked you yet. you know he is the one, but you just can't bring yourself to ask him properly. you've hinted at him, but he brushes it off. he just doesn't want to make you feel like he's forcing it on you because you're not ready. being faint-hearted didn't help either; you were too shy to ask him, and you've had to make do with what he'd give you. lingering touches, messy kisses, and filthy words that all but led to nothing. he'd claim it was too early or that you weren't ready yet, and you'd just nod, too meek to protest.

but now, you don't think you can wait any longer as you plop down on your bed, your eyes boring into the ceiling. you turn your head to the side, and your gaze averts to the pretty white lacey lingerie set sitting on your duvet that you had bought just for carlos. a little surprise for him. but you'd never had the chance to wear it for him because you weren't ready? well, now you are, so you pick up your phone to dial his number, and he picks up after a couple rings.

"carlossss, can you over? pleeeease?" you whine, lying on your tummy on your soft bed. you kick your feet up on the bed as you plead with him. you can hear his smile as he speaks.

"sure, baby, what's up?" you heart aches as you hear his gruff voice from the other side of the phone. gosh, you're so needy, you start to feel wet from just hearing him.

"mmm, nothing, just miss you and i wanna show you something.." you know, if you tell him your true intentions, he'll probably protest.

"show me something, huh? you’re so cute. what have you been up to too, hm, princess?" he teases, completely oblivious to your little surprise waiting for him. you let out a soft, mischievous giggle.

"it's a surprise! you have to come over to see ittt."

"alright alright, i'll see you in 30? try not to miss me too much, hm? i know it's hard," he chuckles, and you can't help but grin and roll your eyes.

"don't be too long."

— ୨୧ —

it's been around 20 minutes, and you're all dolled up in the set, kneeling on the bed, anxiously waiting for him. your eyes are trained on the doorway, excitement coursing through your body. you wonder how he'll react and what he'll say. you're snapped out of your thoughts as you hear the front door open, and you recognize his heavy footsteps as he makes his way to your bedroom.

as the door swings open, his breath hitches, and he freezes at the doorway of the bedroom, gawking at you as you sit prettily in the middle of the bed. there you were. dolled up in a gorgeous white lacey set, barely covering anything, and you just looked so adorable in it.

“fuck, baby—“ he can’t bring himself to finish his sentence as he stares at your tits that are practically spilling out of the skimpy bra you wear. your innocent doe eyes gazing right back into his own, nervously.

“do you like it?" your voice is quiet and meek; his heart melts at your question, and he can’t even find the right words to say. you reach out a hand to him, desperate to be close to him, and he finds himself moving closer to you instinctively.

“i love it, baby. i love you,” he says, walking closer until he stands at the foot of the bed. he takes your hand and pulls you close. leaning down, he presses his lips against yours in a sweet kiss. you moan into his mouth, your other hand moving up to grasp his hair. kissing carlos always leaves you breathless. the way his lips capture yours just perfectly, the way his stubble tickles your soft face, and the way his hand slides up to cup your cheek tenderly. he pulls away from you with a smile on his face.

“i’m ready, carlos, wan’ you to make love to me." you whisper. his breath hitches at your words, and suddenly you're helping him tug his cargos down. he pulls his compression shirt over his head and drops it onto the bedroom floor. the matress dips slightly with the weight of him as he rests one knee on the bed. carlos then reaches behind you to unclasp your bra, and he slips it off of you. a shy blush adorns your face as you reveal yourself to him for the first time. he lowers his head to press gentle kisses over your tits, and you both moan in unison when his warm tongue glides over your sensitive bud. your fingers tangle in his hair, pushing him into your chest desperately.

"you're so beautiful," he says, leaning up to kiss you once more.

he grins against your lips as his hand slowly slides up your inner thigh. he then toys with the band of your lacy panties before sliding them to the side. he backs up and lowers himself on the bed so you can feel his hot breath on your glistening cunt. he leans in, and you think he's going to kiss your heat, but instead, he spits on it! bringing his rough palm to cup your wet cunt, you let out a pathetic whimper. you must be so needy for him, he thinks. he gathers up your arousal before pushing his middle and ring fingers inside you, groaning at how wet your cunt is. you feel yourself instantly weaken as his fingers enter you. from all the sensitivity that had been building up, your back arches off the bed, your head falling back into the pillows. a grin adorns his features, and as he watches your every reaction, he curls his thick fingers inside of your cunt before pumping them in and out of you in a slow rhythm, hitting the spot inside of you that makes your vision blur and your jaw hang open.

"mmm! faster!" you whine, writhing in the sheets, desperate for release.

"say please, princess."

"please!" you plead, glossy eyes gazing down at him. how could he deny you when you begged him like that? his calloused thumb gently rubs at your bud in circular motions, further stimulating you, and you feel your release wash over you in an instant, your thighs trembling violently as you mewl out his name. as you come down from your high you catch him staring at you in awe.

gosh, he's not even sure if you're really that innocent with the way you’re testing his patience right now. he's trying his hardest not to pin you down and fuck you completely dumb with the way your finger rests on your plump bottom lip. the way you rub your legs together. and the way you give him those pretty "fuck me" eyes. maybe its because you've been needing him for so long. depraved of his touch. but it doesn't matter because he loves it. and he's going to show you just how much he does.

and before you know it, he’s nudging the tip of his throbbing dick against your overstimulated, slick entrance. your mouth drops open slightly when you gasp at the stretch as he pushes his length inside your warmth. struggling cunt barely being able to swallow all of him as your grip on his muscular bicep tightens and your brows furrow. he sinks his entire length in with a low groan and notices your discomfort before he coos.

"shit, baby, it will feel good soon, i promise." you nod and he starts building up a good pace, pushing himself in and out of you sensually, grinding against your clit a few times to make you feel good.

he lifts your legs for you with his palm resting on the underside of your thighs for a better angle. the pleasure begins to replace the harsh sting of the stretch, and you try to suppress your needy moans by covering your mouth with your palm. but carlos has none of it, and he pulls away your arm, pinning it next to your head.

"let me hear you, doll."

he then makes it his mission to draw out all of your gorgeous noises by pounding into you faster and harder. as he picks up the pace, you can't bring yourself to be quiet anymore, and soon soft whimpers and mewls spill from your lips, and he swears he's never heard prettier sounds. his gaze is now fixated on the way your cunt keeps sucking him back in. what a lewd sight.

"is it too rough, sweetheart?" he asks, as he quickly remembers that this is indeed your first time, not wanting to go too hard on you because he knows it must hurt. you shake your head and slide your hand up to his cheek.

"i-i like it-" you interrupt yourself with a moan as you feel him hit a particular spot inside you that has your mind going numb. wanton moans spill from your pretty lips as his hips snap against yours; the sweat rolling down his abs makes him look like a god right now, and you just want to kiss him so badly.

"kiss me," you whimper, hands clinging to his broad shoulders for support. your needy lips beg to feel his as he lets out a soft chuckle before leaning down to press his lips to yours. he pours his passion out for you into the kiss, and you whimper into his mouth, tongues clashing against each other. when he pulls away, you find yourself breathless and your lips swollen. he continues to thrust into you, and your hands move up to grope on your soft tits, pinching and tugging at your sensitive nipples. he nearly cums at the sight and replaces your hands with one of his own, further stimulating you as you start to feel overwhelmed by the pressure in your core.

"fuck, just like that, doll," he moans, feeling his release nearing as well. your wet heat clenches around him so perfectly that the momentary feeling causes a lapse in judgement, and he whispers in the heat of the moment.

“fuck, baby, shoulda fucked you sooner. gonna ruin you so bad, doll."

as if your body responds naturally to him, your mind goes blank, and your moans grow high-pitched as you feel the entire force of your release wash over you completely. he releases his grip on your thighs, and your legs close around his waist, pulling him flush against you, keeping him close as he releases inside of you, letting out a guttural moan. he drops his head to your shoulder and litters your collarbone with gentle kisses in contrast to his rough thrusts earlier.

"didn't go too hard on ya did i? how do you feel, hm? i know i'm good," he teases, pulling out of you slowly. wow, even after fucking your brains out, he remains cocky. but you love it and you shake your head at his words.

"thank you," you breathe out. he smiles as he's reaching for his briefs before pulling them on. he caresses your cheek tenderly.

"you don't need to thank me, gorgeous," he chuckles lightly before dissappearing into the bathroom and returning to you with a cloth.

"mm i love youuu," you say as he begins to clean you up, slipping off your panties and wiping you down with the slightly damp cloth.

"love you too, pretty girl," he says before snatching your slick-covered panties from the duvet and stuffing them in his pocket.

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cherubify · 16 days

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note: fluff, slightly suggestive, marriage, based on re3r carlos' noir outfit, a teeny tiny cheer up gift for @xoxostarlet <3 / sfw

"how do i look?" carlos turns from the mirror to you, his hand fiddling with the knot on his wine red tie.

tonight he's wearing a suit, a two piece fit that insists on accentuating his muscular frame. a special suit for a special occasion– your long awaited date night. his brown eyes search for answers, but you smile and pat the lint off his sleeves.

"you look amazing. and really, really hot," you emphasise with a smirk. he chuckles, and it's the kind that awakens dormant butterflies and scatters them into a frantic flight within you. it's been years with him and you still get a fluttery feeling whenever he pulls that off. you pout at the unfairness and squeeze his bicep.

"i can say the same for you, my love," carlos smiles tenderly as he takes you in himself. you're wearing the dress he bought you, a dress that beckoned him with images of you in it and whispers of your name when his eyes fell upon it. he knew it'd look amazing because it's on you, but hot damn– you're perfect.

a burly arm coils around your waist and he pulls you in. the brunette brushes back stray hairs behind your ear, eyes fixed on you with a tender hearted gaze. you put your hands on his chest and peer up at him curiously. the boyish grin playing on his lips heats up your face.

"you're so beautiful-" he ghosts the outline of your jaw with his gloved knuckles. brown curly hair hangs over his unflinching gaze, "-that i have half the mind to skip tonight and call take in."

ahh, not again. your knees feel weak, but only for a mere moment. it's easy to get sucked into his eyes, and if you don't stand your ground you'll end up in his arms once again, bodies tangled until tomorrow. as much as you love your husband, now is not the time for this. so you shake your head before frowning at his implications. a light smack him on his chest snaps him out of his haze.

you pinch his cheek. he winces, the tiny bristles lining his face itches your fingers when you tug, "it took us an entire month for this reservation, carlos! we have all of the time in the world for this later."

"ow ow- okay, i give in," he manages a defeated laugh, though his eyes carry an amused glint. he shows his gloved palms in defeat, "but later, right?"

"sure. if we don't come home in a food coma," you snort as you slip on your heels. he watches as you step out the house, but not without giving him a look over your shoulder before the door closes behind you.

it's a knowing smile, one that answers his simple question. he laughs– even with how easily you get sucked into his shenanigans, you still try to keep him on his toes. carlos takes one last look in the mirror before choosing to ditch his gloves. just so he can better hold your hand tonight, and y'know, so everyone can see the ring around his finger.

he hums as he snatches up his car keys and flicks the light switch off, enveloping both him and the hallway in darkness. after one last check around the house, he shuts the door behind him and it locks with a click.

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ivyppoison · 7 months

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i think its only fitting to request carlos covering his partner in hickeys in honor of the carlos banner 🥴 (if you want to! no pressure <3)

CARLOS OLIVEIRA COVERING HIS PARTNER IN HICKEYS !¡

― ☆ note : i had a dream about carlos the other day. i forgot what is was about to be honest, but i think it was a message telling me to write everything & anything to do w him bc i am obsessed w him. in honour of my carlos banner, we have this amazing work of art. unfortunetly, school will become a horror for the next 6 weeks so i apologise if i don't write as much . . .

warnings ✦ 𓂃 carlos being such a tease

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Dinner with Carlos was almost something to look forward to.

And it was always somewhat eventful — whether filled with lust or laughter.

You had currently busied yourself with the dishes whilst Carlos helped with other notions around the kitchen.

However, when he had finally finished with his chores, was when he could finally lay out all his love.

The sound of the water and the soft melody of your humming made you partly unaware of Carlos’ footsteps as he made his way towards you.

“Are you almost done, hermosa?” He asked, placing his hands on your waist as he gently pulled you backwards so you were pressed flush against his chest.

A small gasp escaped your lips as the sudden feeling

“Carlos —,” you muttered, letting out a small laugh as he pressed a kiss to your neck.

“¿Cuánto tardará?” He whispered, his chin now resting on your shoulder.

“Not too long, baby. Just wait,” you answered, your focus still on the dishes in front of you.

Whether it was the silence that pervaded the room, or the passionate yet simple understanding you held for each other, you could feel Carlos’ impatience cut through the peaceful atmosphere like a dagger.

A sharp, razor-edge dagger.

And if looks could kill, Carlos’ gaze would have you crumpling into the ground with nothing but pure need.

His grip on your waist became noticeably tighter as he brought his lips to the sensitive skin of your neck, however, this time, you could feel his teeth graze against a certain spot.

“Carlos —,” you mumbled once again, your hands now leaving the dishes in case the feeling of it all caused you to break something.

It was hardly possible that neither one of you would care though.

“No puedo dejar de pensar en ti,” he muttered, pulling you even closer to him as he placed a kiss where the flush of your blood started to form a small bruise.

“I can tell,” you smiled, closing your eyes as he placed a kiss behind your ear.

“Would you mind if I gave you another?” He asked, both with curiosity but also in a teasing manner, gesturing to the now visible mark on your neck.

Due to the convenience of the window by the sink, you looked into your faint reflection before meeting Carlos’ dark eyes, almost trembling under his gaze.

“Go ahead,” you replied, closing your eyes again as you felt his lips pressed an amorous kiss to your neck, followed by another until he left a trail of kisses along your skin.

A small shiver travelled down your spin as you completely lost yourself to his addictive touch.

And it was such a shame it was so addicting, but for you it was simply something you never had to yearn for as you always had him.

translations ( 'm sorry if any of these are wrong ) : 'Hermosa' — 'Beautiful', '¿Cuánto tardará?' — 'how long will it take?', 'No puedo dejar de pensar en ti' — 'I can´t stop thinking about you'

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dmitriene · 9 months

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— racing hearts.

᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ «got a ride that's smoother than a limousine»

᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌«can you handle the curves? can you run all the lights?»

᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌«if you can, baby boy, then we can go all night»

summary: you both run into the same events every year and it always ends the same way, but tonight has changed everything tremendously. content: biker! carlos oliveira x biker! fem reader tags: comfort, teasing, slightly rude carlos, smut, nsfw, unprotected p in v, fingering, marking, pet names. author's note: had to make something spicy for the spiciest boy in the world, so here is the first work with carlos! enjoy your reading) 🏍️ (18+ warning)

The heart of the city hummed with electrified energy as the sun dipped below the horizon painting the cityscape a warm golden hue, the evening air was fresh and refreshing, it smelled of moisture from a recent rain, the heartbeat of the city throbbed in the streets, a symphony of distant conversations, car horns and rhythmic footsteps.

Neon signs adorned the facades of buildings, throwing bright splashes of color onto the sidewalks, the lights danced and flickered, creating an almost surreal atmosphere, contrasting with the gathering dusk, the reflection of these neon lights on the wet pavement created a fabulous shimmering effect that gave the surroundings a sense of magic.

As the racers and spectators began to gather, the atmosphere filled with anticipation, the city center turned into a makeshift arena where excitement and competition merged, the distant hum of revving engines echoing through the streets, punctuated by bursts of laughter, animated conversation, and the occasional burst of music from a nearby bar.

The smells of street food hung in the air, mingling with the earthy scent of wet asphalt, food vendors lined the sidewalks, offering a delicious variety of flavors to the hungry crowd, the mixture of flavors — savory, sweet and spicy — adding an extra layer of sensual richness to the evening.

Crowds began to gather, forming a colorful mosaic of faces, each exuding a unique combination of excitement, curiosity and enthusiasm, friends trading stories and laughing, their camaraderie testifying to the community that had formed around this annual event, cameras and smartphones were raised ready to capture the breathtaking moments that are about to unfold.

The city lights, now fully lit against the darkening sky, cast a warm and inviting glow that engulfed riders and spectators alike, tall buildings, each with its own history and secrets, seemed to come to life in the evening light, their architectural details highlighted by the play of shadows and illuminations.

As the last rays of the sun faded over the horizon, the city turned into a vibrant, bustling stage, the inevitable start of the race hung in the air like a charged promise, uniting everyone with a shared sense of joy, the evening took on a life of its own, a celebration of rivalry, camaraderie, and the boundless possibilities of a cityscape at dusk.

The soft thump of raindrops continued to fall from the trees from time to time, creating a soothing atmosphere, reaching the designated starting point you stopped your motorcycle, the roar of the engine subsided as you surveyed the area.

The midtown area was a mixture of old and new — historical buildings side by side with modern skyscrapers, this varied backdrop added a unique charm to the upcoming race, an urban battlefield where past and present coexisted.

Taking a moment to appreciate the atmosphere, you dismounted, the distant roar of the engines and the excited murmurs of the riders filling the air — a harmonious combination of anticipation and camaraderie, the energy was palpable, seeping into every corner of the street.

With focused determination, you set about preparing the bike for the race.

You unbuttoned your leather jacket to reveal a black jersey and fastened your helmet in place, every move deliberate, a ritual that signified your commitment to the race, you checked your tire pressures, ran your fingers over the smooth curves of your bike, and adjusted the handlebars to your liking.

Amidst the quiet focus, a group of people in the distance caught your attention, your gaze rested on Carlos Oliveira, surrounded by his friends and a few enthusiastic fans, his casual confidence and the way he effortlessly attracted attention was hard to miss.

You couldn't help but smirk, your competitive spirit was rising as you watched this scene, it seemed that wherever Carlos went, he was accompanied by magnetic energy — an energy that involved the two of you in countless races and exciting moments, with a playful gleam in your eyes, you leaned against the bike, crossed your arms and called him.

— «Carlos! So, have you finally decided to show up?» your voice was shot through with a teasing tone that matched the ongoing banter between the two of you.

Carlos turned, his smile flashing as he met your eyes — «Ah, i was wondering when you were coming, couldn't resist the temptation to compete with me, are you?»

You laughed, and an understanding spark flashed in your eyes — «You know me too well, i just wanted to make sure you didn't chicken out»

Carlos raised an eyebrow, feigning resentment — «Chicken out? Please, i was born for this»

The exchange of biting phrases was light hearted, a mixture of rivalry and mutual respect, continuing to joke, you could not help but notice the admiring glances of Carlos' fans, their presence only strengthened your determination to prove yourself on the race track, to show that you are more than just a competitor.

With a final smirk, you straightened up and gave Carlos a defiant look — «I think we'll see who comes out on top, right?»

Carlos' laughter echoed through the air as he playfully saluted you — «May the best biker win)»

As you turned your attention back to your bike, the excitement of the upcoming race surged, the midtown area transformed into a battlefield of anticipation, a place where the excitement of the competition and the race are about to collide in a symphony of speed and determination.

᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌༻✦༺ ༻✧༺ ༻✦༺

The atmosphere of the race was electrified, charged with a mixture of anticipation and excitement, the night air was cool and refreshing, the lingering smell of rain made everything clean and invigorating, empty trails stretched ahead, their asphalt glittering in the soft light of street lamps, the city lights flickered in the distance, casting off warm and an alluring glow against the night sky.

As the riders lined up, their bikes revved with a raucous roar, the tension in the air was palpable, the energy was both intense and serene, a combination of competitive spirit and the soothing coolness after rain, a light breeze promising adventure, and the smell of damp earth mingling with the faint scent of gasoline.

The absence of other vehicles on the road added to the feeling of loneliness and intimacy, creating a space where the riders could focus solely on the excitement of the race, the distant rumble of the city and the rhythmic purr of the engines merged into a symphony of speed and anticipation, the stillness of the night was broken from time to time by the cheerful chatter between the riders, their camaraderie broke through the tense concentration.

Carlos Oliveira started his powerful motorcycle, his eyes fixed on the road ahead, his heart pounding not only from adrenaline, but also from the anticipation of meeting his most ferocious rival — you, a mysterious, but in his opinion charming biker.

You, a seasoned biker with a confident air, were grinning as you straddled your sleek bike, looking up at Carlos, the playful rivalry between the two of you was no secret, your teasing jokes echoing through the air as the engines roared around you.

— «Hey Carlos! Will you be able to keep up this time, or will i have it easier with you?» you shouted with a mischievous gleam in your eyes.

Carlos chuckled, his smile matched your challenge — «Oh dear, you're going to eat my dust without even noticing it»

With a wave of the flag, the race began, engines roared across the asphalt, and you and Carlos raced past the starting line, side by side you exchanged competitive glances, the wind blew your hair, the miles flew by unnoticed as you made your way through traffic, every daring maneuver met with a response from Carlos.

As the race progressed, your closeness to each other allowed you to exchange playful lines — «Be careful, estimada, i wouldn't want you to cry when i win» teased Carlos over the roar of the engines.

You grinned as you leaned closer with your bike — «Don't be too self confident, handsome, you can just eat your words»

᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌༻✦༺ ༻✧༺ ༻✦༺

The headlights of motorcycles pierced the darkness, creating streaks of light that painted a mesmerizing picture on the wet pavement, empty tracks allowed you to fully immerse yourself in the race, the outside world disappeared when the riders went beyond their limits.

Alternating stretches of open road and tight turns required quick reflexes and unwavering concentration, city lights served as beacons, guiding racers through turns and turns with their warm and soothing light, the coolness of the night air caressed the skin, contrasting with the warmth of the engines and adrenaline excitement.

As the riders moved forward, the rivalry and competition showed up in the way they maneuvered their bikes daring overtakes, tight corners, and skillful accelerations — yet, despite fierce competition, there was a camaraderie at the heart of racing that united their shared passion for the road.

The soft thump of raindrops still clinging to the leaves added a soothing rhythm to the symphony of the race, reminiscent of the recent downpour that had cleansed the city, the scent of petrichor mingled with the smell of burning rubber and exhaust fumes, creating a unique scent that hung in the air.

In this night race, desert tracks, distant city lights, cool weather after rain and general enthusiasm created an unforgettable atmosphere, it was a delicate balance between the serenity of the night and the unbridled energy of the race, a dance between competition and connection that played out under the gaze of the stars and the radiant cityscape.

As the race came to life, the competition became fierce, every biker took the turns with precision and determination, Carlos Oliveira and you were always shoulder to shoulder, every daring maneuver met with an equally daring response.

The city landscape unfolded wider before you, the city lights illuminated your path as you pushed your motorcycle to the limit, the applause from the audience and the distant hum of the engines was a symphony that accompanied the beating heart, the race was more than just a competition — it was a dance of skill, strategy and desire to win.

The stretch of road leading to the finish line drew closer, anticipation building in your chest, you knew it was the moment to make your move, with a burst of determination you shifted gear and accelerated, the wind rushed past as you approached Carlos.

The finish line was within sight and you could feel the power of your bike beneath you, responding to every command, with a burst of speed you rushed forward, the world blurred around you as you overtook Carlos, leaving him behind in a trail of dust and adrenaline.

The moment was surreal, a split-second triumph that resonated deep within you, the crowd's applause seemed distant as you crossed the finish line and victory sank into you, you did it — you beat Carlos Oliveira, a biker whose skill and reputation were legendary.

When you slowed down on your motorcycle, delight mixed with a sense of awe and disbelief, you proved yourself not only as a worthy opponent, but also as a person who could rise to the occasion and win, the finish line was not just a marker — it was a testament to your dedication and skill.

Carlos stopped next to you, surprise and admiration mixed in his grin — «Well, damn me, you really did it»

You laughed, still out of breath, adrenaline coursing through your veins — «I told you not to underestimate me»

Carlos shook his head, a certain admiration in his eyes — «Well, well, looks like you've got some surprises up your sleeve»

The realization that you had won, that you had surpassed Carlos Oliveira, the biker that you kind of admired and competed with for so long, filled you with a sense of accomplishment, the rivalry between you pushed you to new heights, and in that moment you felt even more deep connection with the world of racing.

᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌༻✦༺ ༻✧༺ ༻✦༺

After an exciting race and your unexpected victory, the energy of the evening was still coursing through your veins as you found yourself alone with Carlos on the side of a remote night highway, as the race ended and the drivers dispersed, the bustling city atmosphere was left behind, giving way to the quiet solitude of the open road.

The distant lights of the city twinkled like stars on the horizon, casting a soft light on the surroundings, the cool night air wrapping you in a soothing embrace, in stark contrast to the intensity of the race, your heart was still pounding not only from the adrenaline of victory, but from the newfound intimacy between you and Carlos.

As you leaned against the bike, you caught Carlos eyes lingering on you, his usually confident demeanor seemed relaxed, a slight vulnerability hidden behind his playful appearance, the rivalry that fueled your relationship turned into something deeper, a connection that none of you could deny.

The moment stretched out, the silence between you heavy with unspoken words, and then, with a hint of a smile, Carlos approached you, his steps barely audible on the pavement, he stood exactly in front of you, his presence was soothing in the stillness of the night.

— «You surprised me there» acknowledged Carlos in a soft whisper — «I didn't expect you to beat me»

You chuckled, triumph and humility mixed in your tone — «Well, it's not always a matter of who's the fastest, right?»

Carlos nodded, his eyes did not flinch — «No, it's not»

— «And now what?» you asked, curiosity and invitation mixed in your voice.

Carlos stepped closer, his eyes did not flinch, apart from a slight smirk on his lips — «So, shall we celebrate your victory?»

The moonlight cast a soft glow as he closed the distance, gently tilting your chin to meet his gaze, the world around you seemingly vanishing as you looked into his bottomless brown eyes.

The tension between you was palpable, a magnetic pull that pulled you closer, his lips met yours sharply in a slow, gentle kiss, a careful exploration of the emotions that were building up beneath the surface, the touch was soft, unhurried, evidence of the vulnerability you both shared in that moment.

As the kiss deepened, the world around you seemed to disappear even deeper, the sound of passing cars and the distant rumble of the highway became a distant echo drowned out by the racing heartbeat, your fingers found their way to the collar of his jacket, the skin went cold from your touch as you pulled him closer, forcing him to spread his arms at your sides and pinch him near the bike.

Bending down, Carlos's lips touched the sensitive skin of your neck, his hot breath touches your ear, the stubble on his chin adds roughness to caresses, contrasting with the softness of his touch, his kisses are hungry and filled with desire, each of which leaves a trace of heat.

His hands roam your body in the most possessive way, squeezing your hips and pulling you closer to him, the roar of the motorcycle engine serving as the backdrop to the passionate encounter, heightening the intensity of the moment.

Carlos's lips find their way to your collarbone leaving a path of hot kisses on your skin, his touch is possessive, his hunger shows in every movement, the world around you is lost as you both penetrate the tension of the moment, the only sounds are the roar of the engine and the sighs of pleasure that escape from your lips.

Carlos' lips curve into a predatory smile as he hears your sigh of pleasure, the sound of your voice laced with desire only fuels his own arousal, his hands gripping your hips tighter, his touch becoming even more possessive.

He runs his lips along the curve of your neck, leaving behind a trail of hot kisses, his voice, rough and filled with lust, touches your ear.

— «Just like that, estimada» he mutters, his hot breath against your skin — «Let go and yield to me»

His fingers dig into your thighs, his touch borders on slight lustful pain, he enjoys the feeling of your body reacting to his dominance, your moans and sighs, which drive him even more into a state of arousal.

His lips sink to your collarbone, his teeth lightly touch your skin as he marks you as his own, his movements become more insistent, his desire for you consumes his every thought.

— «C-carlos, w-what if someone will see us?» you mumble confusedly and slightly unsure, although you have long felt a throb between your legs

Suddenly, Carlos's grip on your thighs tightens as he hears your concern, he pauses for a moment, his gaze meeting yours, the urgency in his touch subsides a bit as he considers your words.

His voice, filled with a mixture of lust and confidence, reaches your ears.

— «Don't worry, querida» he mutters in a low and rough voice — «No one will see us here, this road is deserted, and i am sure of it»

Carlos's hand, resting on the fly of your jeans, moves purposefully, his fingers deftly unbuttoning it, slowly lowering them down, revealing a teasing glimpse of your skin underneath.

He leans in, his lips touching the shell of your ear, his voice like a whisper.

— «I want you» he exhales, his tone filled with unbridled desire — «And i will not deny myself the pleasure of having you wherever we are»

His words are a mixture of domination and need, his actions are unwavering, he knows the risks involved, but the intensity of the moment outweighs any fears.

Carlos's fingers slide under the fabric of your jeans, his touch kindles a fire within you, his movements are deliberate, his touches are firm and skillful as he explores the depths of your desire.

His touch on your clothed clit brings out a low growl of arousal from deep within his chest, the feel of your body responding to his touch fueling his desire even more.

He continues to explore, his fingers tracing tantalizing patterns on the underpants that separate him from your most intimate parts, each touch precise and deliberate, designed to give you maximum pleasure.

His voice, filled with a mixture of dominance and desire, reaches your ears in a low, husky tone.

— «Does it feel good, sweetheart?» he mutters, his hot breath against your skin — «Tell me how much you want it»

Carlos's thumb gently presses against your clad clit, his touch teasingly close to where you crave it most, while his other hand still grips your thigh tightly, as if tying it to him.

He watches you intently, his deep brown eyes filled with a hunger that matches your own, as the anticipation of what's to come hangs heavily in the air, heightening the intensity of the moment.

— «P-please, Carlos..» you suddenly whine for yourself, fidgeting slightly in place and trying to feel more friction

Carlos's lips curve into a wicked smile as he hears your desperate plea, the sound of your whining only fueling the fire inside him further, pushing him closer to the edge of his own desire.

He lets go of your thigh, letting his hand slide under the fabric of your jeans, his fingers touching your hot body, feeling the wetness that has already accumulated between your thighs.

Carlos's touch is firm and confident as he begins to explore your most sensitive areas, his fingers dancing along your folds, teasing and testing your limits as he watches your reaction closely, his eyes filled with a mixture of domination and satisfaction.

— «You want that, don't you?» he growls, his voice oozing with arousal — «You want me to give you what you crave, cariño»

Carlos's thumb presses down on your clit, rubbing it in slow, circular motions that send waves of pleasure through your body, his other fingers go deeper, looking for the special spot that will drive you crazy.

Without warning, he plunges two fingers into your wetness, filling you completely, his pace is tireless, his movements are skillful and purposeful, he enjoys the sounds of your moans and sighs, the way your body trembles at his touch.

— «H-hmmgh! f-fuck.. pl-please, need something more.. more heavy..» you whined, throwing your head back, almost cumming from two fingers inserted inside your cunt

Carlos's eyes narrow in a mixture of amusement and satisfaction as he hears your desperate plea for more, your insatiable desire matching his own, fueling his need to please you even more.

He removes his fingers from your cunt, evoking a fleeting sense of loss, but his dominant nature demands that he give you what you crave.

Carlos's hand squeezes your waist in a quick motion and settles you comfortably on the leather seat, without hesitation he unzips his pants, releasing his hardened cock from the restrictions, he presses against your entrance teasingly, with the tip touching your wetness and folds.

— «Is that what you want?» he growls, and his voice is filled with unbridled desire — «My cock filling you completely?»

Carlos's grip on your waist tightens as he plunges into you in one swift motion, impaling you with his cock, the feeling of him filling you completely sends a wave of pleasure through your entire body.

His pace is tireless, his movements are strong and intense, each push is calculated to hit all the right points, bringing you closer to the abyss of pleasure.

— «F-fumgh! so g-good!» you moaned, arching dangerously in your spine and squeezing your legs around his waist to keep the balance, moaning uncontrollably and whining at the rolling feeling of heat in the lower abdomen.

His hand on your waist tightens as he feels you arching, your moans of pleasure fueling his own arousal, he enjoys the feel of your legs wrapping around his waist, the need for balance only reinforcing the raw connection between you.

Carlos continues his ruthless thrusts, each one penetrating deeper and affecting the most pleasant points inside your cunt, the sound of your moans and the feel of your body trembling next to him, only increase his own pleasure.

The feeling of heat in the lower abdomen is reflected in the growing pressure inside him, he feels that you are close to the edge, and intends to lead you there.

He leans in, his lips touching your ear as he speaks in a low, husky tone.

— «Come for me, f-fuckin' cum, mi encantadora» he growls, his voice filled with a mixture of authority and desire — «I want to feel how you unravel around me»

At the same time, Carlos's thrusts become even more intense, his pace relentless as he pushes you both to the limit of ecstasy.

The grip on your waist tightens as Carlos feels the clear signs of your imminent release, he feels your body tense, the walls around his cock tense, and it only pushes him closer to his own climax.

A hoarse moan escapes his lips as he feels the waves of pleasure run through your body, the feel of your muscles squeezing him tightly drives him crazy as well.

He enters you a few more times, overcoming the waves of your orgasm before he finds his own way out, with a low guttural growl he pours his cum into you, his body shuddering with the intensity of his own pleasure.

For a brief moment, the world around you disappears as you both float on waves of ecstasy, Carlos holding you tightly against him, your bodies pressing against each other as you both catch your breath.

— «I think i've found a new favorite way to spend my nights» he murmured low, leaving a smeared kiss on your temple

You laughed softly as you ran your fingers along the lines of the bike — «Who knew that rivalry could lead to this?»

Carlos leaned over in your body further, his voice was a low mutter — «Maybe there's more to us than just competing on the road, espléndido»

translate: estimada, cariño — dear / querita — darling / mi encantadora — my charming / espléndido — gorgeous.

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beatificwrites · 10 months

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✦✦ CARLOS OLIVEIRA SECRET HOUSEHUSBAND!AU HEADCANNON

requested by: @14chira

content: pre-established marriage, silly cuteness, implied brazilian!carlos bc of his last name, fem!reader