#ALMOST FORGOT BRUSHES OMFFF

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happy pemis day!!!!!!!

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Melis I have a prompt request for Carlito 🥵. Reader and Carlito get in to an argument and reader gives him the silent treatment after a few hour of ignoring him he gets so mad and punishes reader and is very mean, he comes on her tongue but will not let her swallow. She whines and whines but he tells her to spit be she doesn't deserve it.

Ooh a smut prompt with Carlito?! Omfff I love this with Carlito’s dominant personality…🥵🥵🥵!!!

“You could be more forthcoming, you know.” You let out a soft sigh, crossing your arms. “More honest with me, just communicate.”

“Communicate?” Carlito seems half offended and half surprised you’d mention that word after tonight’s talk. “All I’ve been doing to you tonight is communicating, darling.”

“That’s not what I mean and you know it.” You frown, sitting opposite of him on the couch. “You’re in, then you’re out. You’re elusive, but then you talk about commitment. I just don’t get it.”

“You forgot so soon?” Carlito runs his fingers over his gold watch, sprawled out and relaxed over the leather couch. “I told you, baby, this is me. This is who I am, at least for the next little while.”

“Carlito,” you shoot him a look, feeling your frustration begin to hit its limit. “You won’t even tell me why this is ‘you’. I don’t know what you’re up to when you’re out there—” you gesture to the window, mentioning the streets. “Who you’re seeing, what you’re doing. How is it fair if you’re keeping secrets from me?”

“I’m doing it to protect you.” Carlito lets out a drawn out sigh, knowing his answers don’t satisfy you now. “And I told you, nothin’ risky, nothing bad. I just came out, I need some time to settle, and with you—”

“I can’t.” You shake your hand, brushing him off. “No, sorry, I can’t. I can’t accept that. I won’t accept that.” You rise off the couch. “You keep lying to me and you keep holding secrets back from me.”

“I think, darling,” Carlito begins to sit up, “is that to understand me you need to know I can’t tell you everything about me. Not yet.”

“Okay.” You mutter, rolling your eyes and beginning to make your way towards the kitchen. “I’m not going to argue with you about it.”

“You already have.” Carlito points out with a frown. “That’s what we’ve been doing all night. You gonna keep this up?”

“Just stop talking to me.” You roll your eyes, pouring yourself a glass of cold water from the sink. “You tell me the same shit every single time, just save it for someone who cares.”

“Honey, don’t be that way.” Carlito turns his head back to look at you, but you continue to ignore him. “What?”

You sip your water quietly, feeling more irritated and left out in the dark more than ever. It’s not that you’re questioning the integrity of your relationship but rather the degree of Carlito’s honesty with you.

Dating Carlito for the last six months and now living with each other for the past three, every conversation you’ve tried to have about what he’s doing now even for a living has resulted in the exact same dull conversation.

The man you’d like to start a family with one day remains to be a mystery to you just as he was when you first met, when he refused to mention anything during prison visits and calls, and even now.

But if it’s one thing that you are to a decent degree and Carlito is not, it’s petty.

“You’re ignoring me now?” Carlito isn’t phased with your antics, but it does begin to frustrate him in a way. “Seriously?”

You still don’t answer Carlito, setting your glass aside and heading back to the bedroom. You almost wish he’d follow you in, but he doesn’t budge from his seat.

You slam the door shut behind you, feeling more bitter than anything. You want to sit down and cry it all out, but with your pride getting in the way, all your mind can think of is wanting something to distract you from Carlito.

Carlito runs a hand through his hair, exhaling deeply. He pops off the first three buttons of his dress shirt and rolls the sleeves up to his elbows, trying to relax in front of the television.

Better for him you give Carlito the silent treatment than continue even further in an explosive argument, knowing this was just a continuation of the yelling you had earlier getting both of you nowhere.

Attempting to relax and curl up in bed, you grab your favourite book off your nightstand—deliberately ignoring the sight of Carlito’s gold jewelry over it.

If anything, winding down for a bit will help both of you relax, but it’s Carlito back in the living room expecting you to come out soon and just sit next to him—even if it is in silence. 

At the very least he’d want to cuddle you, try to push the argument aside and reassure you as much as he can; something you may want and enjoy too any other time but now.

Opening up the last page you were on, you balance your book over your knees and begin to indulge yourself back into the fictional world of 1930s crime and thriller, drowning out the rest of your surroundings.

Only ten minutes pass until Carlito stretches out his arms, rising from his seat and beginning to pace over to the kitchen.

Carlito has one eye down the hall and towards the bedroom door which still remains shut—assuming you’re napping or laying down—while he pulls open the fridge to grab the bottle of wine you two were sharing last night.

Carlito eyes the two wineglasses pushed back on the kitchen counter, and as he pulls one glass over for himself, he takes yours too and pours in just under half a glass each.

Carlito only takes your glass in his hand first, approaching the bedroom door. A small smile forms on his lips as he gives a light knock with his knuckles, in case you’re actually sleeping it off.

“Hey, baby. Can I come in?”

No answer.

“Baby.” Carlito knocks again, “you, me, a glass of wine. Come on. We can talk through this.”

Instead, Carlito’s met with the sound of the door clicking as you set you lean your arm to the doorknob and lock it.

The smile fades off Carlito’s face as he attempts to open the door, finding the bedroom locked. “Now what did I do to deserve that?”

Still no answer.

“Listen,” Carlito leans his forehead against the bedroom door with a sigh. “Look, baby. I’ll give you space if that’s what you want, okay? Ya know I respect that, but at least come out tonight so I can talk to you. I wanna remedy this, this isn’t how I wanna end our night. You gotta let me in there, eventually.”

“Stop talking to me!” You shout back, throwing a pillow at the door—knowing now more than ever you wish he would. “For fuck’s sakes, no. You’re gonna tell me the same shit every single time—”

“I told you, I don’t want to talk—” Carlito begins, but you cut him off.

“I don’t care then!” You huff, “I’m not going to argue with you.”

“You are arguing with me.” Carlito pokes the door. “And you’re being a whiny brat about it.”

You’re not surprised to feel a tingle of arousal through your body at the words ‘whiny brat’, knowing Carlito’s used it more than once with you in bed.

“So what if I am? I’m still not letting in you.” You scoff, almost teasingly challenging him at this point.

“Fine, have it your way.” Beginning to grow annoyed, Carlito walks off without another word.

He leaves your wine to warm on the kitchen counter while taking his own glass back to the couch; Carlito’s always known your pettiness is outmatched but it most certainly can’t last forever.

Back to disappointment and annoyance, you return to the sentence you left off in your book as Carlito channel surfs and takes small sips of his wine, attempting to enjoy out the rest of his evening knowing damn well to himself he’d at least rather have you begging for his attention by his side instead of behind a locked door.

At least then Carlito could give you what he wants, but you’re well aware of just what you’re doing to him—surpassing annoyance or otherwise from your argument.

Two hours into a television show Carlito distracts himself with and reading until you feel your eyes are sore, you’ve already set your book down and unlocked the bedroom door to use the bathroom.

Carlito’s attention spikes up to hear the soft click of the bedroom door unlocking, expecting to hear you walk into the living room and to him any moment now, but instead hears your footsteps grow farther away.

Carlito rubs over his eyes in frustration, turning off the television and letting the remote control carelessly fall out of his hand and onto the couch cushion.

Carlito gets up from the couch and begins to walk towards the ajar bedroom door. Even if you’re not inside, he might as well be.

Rinsing the lathered up soap from your hands, you dry off with a towel before almost sulkily making your way back to the bedroom.

Carlito’s already made sure to close the door behind him to make it more apparent than anything he’s frustrated with your behaviour and refusing just to sleep it off.

You furrow your brows as you turn the doorknob and push open the bedroom door to enter, seeing Carlito already shirtless and setting his navy dress shirt aside.

“You finished?” Carlito turns to face you, and you’d be lying to yourself if you say your eyes aren’t immediately wandering over his toned chest and the shape of his collarbones.

“What?” You mumble, letting the door shut behind you.

“I asked, are you finished?” Carlito repeats, stroking his beard. “This whole attitude of yours, the pettiness.”

“I don’t have an attitude.” You roll your eyes, knowing this is now bound to get a reaction out of him. “I’m allowed to be upset with you over all of this.”

“Yeah, that’s right, you would be if that’s what it was.” Carlito begins to unbuckle his belt. “You gave me the silent treatment for hours. We were supposed to spend the evening together—that doesn’t sound like an attitude to you? Hmm?”

Blushing a little, you force your eyes off of Carlito’s hands undoing his belt as you sit on the edge of the bed. “Well, what do you want me to do about it now?”

“There’s better ways to ask for attention, you know.” Carlito’s eyes flicker over you as he sets his leather belt aside.

“I’m not—” You cut yourself off, noticing Carlito’s stern gaze over you.

“Come here.” Carlito gestures with his finger; his voice husky and low but patient.

You pause for a moment, considering being disobedient just for the sake of seeing Carlito’s reaction, but every muscle in your body craves to be with this man as much as your mind has wanted him to give you attention like this all day.

Putting one knee down on the bed, you scoot closer to where Carlito stands only for him to grasp your chin and give it a little shake. “Nice try, darling.” Before you can even react out in surprise at Carlito’s words, he continues. “I know what you’re trying to do.”

“Too good to give it to me, then?” You challenge back.

“Don’t push it.” Carlito’s eyes dart down to your lips as he slowly parts them open with his thumb.

Kneeled up on the bed and looking back at Carlito, you let his finger graze over the shape of your lips before sliding down your bottom lip, already feeling yourself beginning to ache with barely a tease by Carlito.

“You’re the one doing this to me.” You breathe out.

“I’m not giving you a damn thing.” Carlito gives your face a light smack before letting go of it.

“Stop,” you whine, watching him sit over on his side of the bed. “How is that fair?”

“Don’t ignore me, sweetheart.” You can easily make out the irritation in Carlito’s tone as he begins to unclasp his watch. “The whole silent treatment thing, you know I hate that bullshit.”

“Now whose angry with who?” You raise a brow, laying back down against your propped up pillows.

“You should have thought about that before.” Carlito lays back against his pillow, putting his watch down carefully on the nightstand. “Don’t expect anything from me tonight.”

“Don’t go to sleep angry, he says,” you begin to mock Carlito’s voice, laying on your side next to him. “Make up before bed, he says.”

“Stop.” Carlito rolls his eyes at you. “You had your chance with me. What do I look like chasing after you everytime you do this? I’m too old.”

“Wow, ouch.” You mumble, rubbing his bicep. “Now you’re just being mean to me.”

“Why are you talking to me now?” Carlito’s eyes land on yours. “Thought you were giving me the silent treatment.”

You peek at Carlito quietly, tracing lazy little circles over his chest for just a moment before Carlito pushes your hand off of him.

“Carlito,” you whine, hugging onto his bicep. “Come onnnn…”

“No.” Carlito tells you flatly. “This is starting to get ridiculous.”

“Funny, I thought you liked that kind of thing in bed.” You mumble to yourself loud enough for Carlito to hear. “It wasn’t a problem last week.”

“You’re going to have to try a lot harder than that, sweetheart.” Carlito tilts his head to the side to face you.

“Do I?” A smirk spreads over your lips as you gesture to the tent in his pants. “I don’t think so.”

Aware of his own arousal to your disobedience, Carlito clutches a fistful of your hair and tilts your head back. “You know that smart mouth of yours is only good for one fucking thing.”

You let out a breathy giggle, digging your fingernails into Carlito’s bicep. “You didn’t want to hold back.”

“Shut your mouth.” Carlito hisses, hooking his fingers into the waistband of his slacks and letting his erect cock spring free.

Your eyes widen at the sight as you immediately lean over with Carlito’s hand still in your hair, noticing a drop of the precum over his tip dripping onto his lower waist. “Let me—”

“I don’t think so.” Carlito yanks your hair back, pumping his cock with his free hand. “You’re gonna sit there, and you’re just going to watch.”

You whine out, feeling your clit ache just from the size of Carlito alone; wanting nothing more than to buck your hips up and down his throbbing cock to smear his precum all over the folds of your pussy.

“Carlito, please,” you whine even louder, hating just how quickly this man awakens arousal inside of you.

“You didn’t have anything to say to me earlier.” Carlito grunts; his eyes half open as he continues to stroke himself and spread his precum over his shaft. “You’re a fucking tease.”

“What are you gonna do about it?” Your breath hitches. “I pissed you off enough today, didn’t I?”

“Watch what you say to me, sweetheart.” Carlito pulls your hair towards his cock roughly, guiding your mouth over it. “And put your fucking mouth to good use.”

You let out a breathy giggle, eagerly attempt to catch Carlito’s tip in your mouth as he abruptly lets go of your hair.

Surprising Carlito by your sudden eagerness, you take all eight inches of his thick cock down your throat as much as you can without provoking your gag reflex.

“Take it all in.” Carlito keeps one hand over your hair to continue coaxing and pushing your head down—knowing your no stranger to being throat fucked and enjoying it.

You cough out around Carlito’s cock from almost gagging over it, beginning to spread as much spit over his shaft to lubricate it as possible.

“Fuck,” Carlito hisses, bucking his hips forward as you begin to sloppily suck over his shaft.

Humming around Carlito’s cock, you bob your head back and forth at a speedy pace.

The soreness your jaw and mouth begin to feel are just familiarities from sucking Carlito off time and time again, and you know he won’t give you control of the show for much longer.

Carlito can’t hold back his low, breathy moans as he you continue sucking and licking his cock at a sloppy, insistent rhythm.

“Mm,” you clasp both of hands around Carlito’s cock, pumping it as you slobber all over him in the messiest blowjob you can possibly deliver.

“Silent treatment, huh?” Carlito wets his lips, bucking his hips into your mouth for you to take in more. “Start doing it like this next time you wanna give me fuckin’ attitude, honey.”

You taste Carlito’s salty precum over your tongue, beginning to swirl it over his shaft and tip as Carlito’s body tenses up with pleasure.

The sloppy and loud sounds of you sucking over Carlito’s cock fill the room, accompanied by his breathy moans and grunts which do nothing but amplify your arousal even further.

“Fuck, yes.” Carlito watches with lust filled eyes the way his cock slides in and out of your mouth.

Drooling, sucking and slurping, you ignore the tender ache in your jaw and gag when Carlito bucks his hips up again; this time grabbing your ponytail and kneeling up on the bed to gain control over your mouth.

You gaze up at Carlito innocently, still sucking him off and keeping your mouth open as wide as you can.

“Come here, you little slut.” Carlito grazes his teeth over his bottom lip, moving his hands down from your hair to cup your cheeks and face fuck you.

Used to taking his length down your throat, you can feel Carlito coming close to hitting the peak of his orgasm from how quickly he thrusts in and out of your mouth.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…!” Beads of sweat begin to form over Carlito’s forehead from how quickly he thrusts his hips back and forth.

You moan out against his cock, already severely turned on to the point where your own wetness has pooled into the fabric of your panties.

Your own spit dribbles down your mouth and chin, landing on your thighs and tank top as Carlito squeezes his eyes shut from the intense pleasure.

Carlito’s orgasm beckons and grows close to breaking through, and with no warning Carlito continues to rough face fuck you as he cums in your mouth.

Your eyes widen in surprise to taste thick spurts of Carlito’s cum; signalling enough for him. Carlito pops his cock out of your mouth like a lollipop while demanding insistently, “open your mouth, now.”

Doing as he says, you keep your mouth open and your tongue out to catch every spurt of Carlito’s cum.

“Oh, fuck,” Carlito mutters to himself, watching as his cum lands over your lips, mouth, all over your tongue and dripping down your cheek. “Took enough down your throat already, huh? Did I taste good? Tell me.”

“Mm.” You nod, refusing to close your mouth.

“Good.” Carlito spits down over your tongue, pointing a scolding finger down at you. “You’re not going to swallow.”

“Nn?” You furrow your brows, trying to whine out in protest.

“You want to, don’t you?” Carlito grips your throat with his free hand. “Like a good fucking whore would?”

Flustered with your heart racing in your chest from sexual frustration and desire, you nod, feeling your tongue beginning to twitch in your mouth from sticking it out for so long.

“Don’t you dare.” Carlito runs his fingers over the cum on your face, rubbing it over your tongue. “You’re going to spit it out all over yourself.” He reaches down to your tank top, almost tearing the flimsy fabric as he lets your breasts spill free. “Right here. Do it.”

Wanting to swallow more than ever, you whine and whine again but feel Carlito’s firm hands squeezing over the sides of your throat in refusal. “You don’t fucking deserve to swallow it, you hear me?”

Doing as he says, you spit down every bit of cum on your tongue and in your mouth down to your breasts; watching them mix together and drip down.

“Good girl. You do as I say.” Carlito lightly smacks your face, watching the spit and cum glisten over your breasts. “Next time, you’ll deserve to swallow it all down, won’t you?”