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Nicotine & Tangerines | Carmandy | Chapter Three

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Chapter Summary: Picnics are a wonderful way to spend time together and bond, and it's a deciding factor for Mandy. Carmy and Richie meet the brigade of Milkoviches, including Ian, and another romance begins to blossom too. Between her and Carmy becoming closer, and finally catching up with her family, Mandy decides maybe it's time she actually move back to Chicago. | Carmy Berzatto x Mandy Milkovich — The Bear x Shameless Crossover (part of my Shameless Bear Universe!)

Content Tags: a little bit of Lip slander (i'm sorry), very brief Claire mention, Mickey being Mickey... actually all of the Milkoviches being Milkoviches, mentions of Mikey's death. also Carmy eating pussy like he's starving + fingering okay bye

Important Info: at this point, Ian and Mickey are living in the Gallagher house. Debs and Sandy are currently broken up. Macie and Carl are not an item yet. also Lip and Tami's second child is mentioned. okay? okay!

Quick A/N: yes i am aware that according to the shameless wiki that Mandy's full name is Amanda but given that Mickey's is Mikhailo it didn't make sense to me or Capri (plus a few others) and Capri gave me the name Amaliya! thanks bae<3

Chapter Three: Don't Embarrass Me, Motherfucker

Word Count: 3k

"Okay, your turn," Carmy said.

They were both laying across a blanket in a secluded area of a park. Carmy had made basically a gourmet picnic for a date with Mandy. Delicately crafted finger sandwiches on homemade bread, carrot slices cut into different intricate shapes, homemade potato chips, green grapes, and chocolate dipped strawberries. To top it all off, Carmy had packed a bottle of wine that Mikey had apparently been saving— a 1995 red wine from Italy. Nobody knew why Mikey was saving it exactly, there was no note, no significant dates or anything, so Carmy decided it'd be the perfect thing to bring on his picnic date with Mandy.

"Okay, um..." Mandy hummed, popping a grape into her mouth. "Why's your nickname Bear?"

"Well, the way my last name is pronounced, yknow, Berzatto," Carmy started. "And Mikey always treated us siblings like a pack of bears, me, him, and Sugar. Strong, smart, protective of our own... but also ridiculously introverted."

Mandy giggled a little at Carmy's explanation. "I guess that does make you like a bear."

He smiled softly, shrugging a little as he took a strawberry to eat. "Yeah, they usually called me that the most... still do. Richie does too, so do the fuckin' Faks."

"I still have yet to meet more than Neil," She grinned, poking Carmy's shoulder.

"Oh my god, trust me, you don't want to," Carmy laughed, rolling his eyes.

"Trust me, if there's as many Faks as Milkoviches, I'm sure I'll survive!" Mandy giggled a little, rolling her eyes too. "Okay, it's your turn again."

"Alright, alright," He laughed before starting to think. "What's Mandy short for? My guess is Amanda."

"Wrong," Mandy smirked. "It's short for Amaliya."

Carmy raised his eyebrow, intrigue sparkling in his eyes as he tilted his head like a curious puppy. God, he was so cute.

"When Mick 'n I started school, nobody could pronounce my name correctly. Everything from Amelia to Amanda to Emily, and I just decided one day that I liked the sound of Mandy," She explained. "Mickey's is short for Mikhailo, some teachers struggled with that too but not as badly as mine."

"I like that name, Amaliya," Carmy murmured softly. "But Mandy definitely suits you. Both names do."

"Yeah?" Mandy asked with a little smile. "Thanks."

"Okay, um, it's your turn again," He hummed after a moment of silence, smiling a little at her again.

She let out a thoughtful hum, taking a bite of a chocolate covered strawberry for herself. "Where was your favourite place to go? Like, of all your cooking adventures."

"Copenhagen," Carmy answered immediately. "It's just... it's so beautiful there, yknow? It's beautiful, and... it was peaceful. I felt like... anything was possible there. I also kinda liked staying on the boat."

"That's really beautiful," Mandy smiled softly. "Yknow, I've never actually been there."

"I'd love to take you— I mean, um, like, s-someday—" Carmy stammered.

Oh, the smile on Mandy's face only grew wider. That was so sweet.

"That sounds... really wonderful," She smiled softly. "Nicest place Lip ever took me was one of those Pizza Huts with the salad bar. We had to dine 'n dash."

"This, uh, Lip guy... he sounds like... he was a real piece of work," Carmy commented.

"Tell me about it," Mandy groaned, laying back on the blanket. "I know I wasn't perfect, I mean... I know I'm not fucking perfect. But it's like... nothing I ever did was good enough for him. I plagiarized fucking essays to try and get him into college cus he was being a stubborn ass. Yknow what he did in college? Fucked his professor."

"He fucked his professor?" Carmy asked in disbelief.

"Yeah, Ian told me all about what a fuckin' disaster it was," Mandy groaned. "But, enough about that. I doubt you'll ever meet him, Mickey said his baby mama's trying to get him to movie to Milwaukee."

"Who the fuck wants to live in Milwaukee?" He asked, scrunching up his nose.

That made Mandy laugh loudly. "Apparently this Tami chick."

Huh. That name sounded... strangely familiar, a name Claire had mentioned a few times, maybe? Who knew.

┈

After they'd packed up, Carmy went to the restaurant to get some prep done at the restaurant, and Mandy went to meet up with Richie.

"So, why'd you wanna meet me, sweetheart?" Richie asked, lighting up a cigarette as he and Mandy sat on the balcony of her hotel suite.

"I don't... wanna get paid to be Carmy's companion anymore," Mandy muttered softly.

Richie's eyes went wide as he listened to her words. She what? "What did he fuckin' say to you? I swear to fuckin'—"

"No, no, no!" She dismissed quickly. "You're misunderstanding! I don't wanna get paid anymore cus I just... I like him. I... like him enough to wanna give up the whole escorting thing altogether."

Richie quickly calmed down, and couldn't help smiling just a little bit at that. "Y'like him, huh? Well, uh... that's... that's real sweet. I gotta say, wasn't expectin' that. Carmy can be... a little bit of a pain in the ass."

Mandy laughed softly, shaking her head. "I think he's... sweet. In his own way."

"Well, I'll stop payin' ya after this week. Sound fair?" He asked, holding out his hand to shake on it.

"Sounds fair," Mandy smiled softly, shaking Richie's hand. "Man... I guess I gotta start looking for an apartment."

┈

A few days later, Mandy had arranged for her siblings, plus Sandy and Ian, to come to The Bear to finally see her and catch up... and maybe for a soft launch of Carmy as well, even though they weren't anything official.

Mickey, Sandy, and Macie had kept a surprise from Mandy as well— Molly had finally gotten away from her mother for good, and was now sharing a place with Macie for the time being.

They'd arrived there early so Mandy could introduce everybody to Richie, and maybe Carmy if he wasn't too busy. Thankfully, all the Milkoviches, and Ian, cleaned up quite nicely.

"Oh my god— you guys didn't tell me you were bringing Molly!" Mandy gasped as the group arrived, hugging her second youngest sister first. "Holy shit."

"Well, it would've ruined the fuckin' surprise!" Mickey blurted out, crossing his arms.

Mandy laughed softly, rolling her eyes before she hugged Mickey, then everybody else. "I missed everybody."

Macie clung to the hug the longest and tightest, having missed her older sister greatly. "I missed you a lot."

"Missed you too, kiddo," Mandy muttered as she hugged Macie back.

Mandy hugged Ian tightly when Macie finally let her go, finding comfort in seeing her best friend after so many years.

"Good to see ya," He murmured as he gave her a little squeeze.

"You too," She murmured. "I'm gonna assume, um... someone doesn't know I'm back in Chicago?"

"Yeah, um, no... he has no idea. He's a little too preoccupied with Tami and the kids," Ian muttered, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Kids? Plural?" Mandy asked, clearly astounded.

"Yeah! Freddie and Kimmie... Freddie's older, and Kimmie's almost a year old," He nodded. "It's kinda weird, watching him be a dad to his own actual kids instead of like Debs, and Carl, and Liam..."

"Well, speaking of those three, I'll have to come see them sometime," Mandy muttered with a soft smile.

"Sandy would've brought Debbie, but they're broken up, again," Macie groaned, rolling her eyes.

"Oh, shut the fuck up," Sandy bit back. "You would've invited Carl if you'd ever grow a pair and admit you liked him."

"Fuck you!" Macie whined.

"Okay! Okay, remember, this is a nice restaurant, so try to tone down the Milkovichness by at least like... fifty percent. Can you do that?" Mandy asked.

"First of all, fuck you," Mickey stated bluntly. "Second of all, yes we can."

After all the greetings and conversations were out of the way, Mandy finally brought everybody inside. Richie awaited them with a large grin on his face.

"So, this must be the big family I've been hearin' about, huh?" He laughed to Mandy.

Mandy nodded with a soft laugh, then pointed everybody out as she introduced them. "This is my older brother Mickey, my little sisters Molly and Macie, my cousin Sandy, and Mickey's husband who is also my best friend, Ian!" She then gestured to Richie afterwards. "Guys, this is Richie."

Richie struggled to keep himself together when he laid eyes on the tallest Milkovich— Molly, the gorgeous blonde that towered even a few inches above Mandy, especially with both of them wearing heels. He cleared his throat, then shook hands with each of them, including Ian.

"Well, right this way," Richie said with a polite smile, gesturing for the group to follow him to their table. He and Mandy had arranged for them to have that table all night— The Bear could sacrifice it just this once.

"Thanks, Richie," Mandy smiled softly as everybody sat down.

Part of her debated going to see Carmy on her own before he was bombarded with the many Milkoviches— the restaurant wasn't gonna be open for another little bit, so it's not like she didn't have time. But, it was too late, because there was Carmy, poking his head out of the kitchen door.

"Mandy!" He muttered, a little smile gracing his lips as he approached the table.

"Oh boy," Mandy thought to herself as Carmy got closer. She could already sense the look on her family's faces when they saw him, she had entirely failed to mention the... similarities he and Lip shared.

Carmy looked at the five dumbfounded faces next to Mandy, then looked at her with a little laugh. "You didn't tell them, did you?"

"Didn't tell us that you look damn near identical to my older brother?" Ian asked. "No, no she did not."

"So, funny story, the first time I met him I took out my switchblade cus I thought Lip was playing some kind of sick joke on me," Mandy confessed with an awkward laugh.

"Classic," Mickey laughed. He took another look at Carmy, a long look.

"It's not polite to stare, Mick," Macie scolded, nudging her older brother with her elbow.

"This is fuckin' weird, I think I'm allowed to stare!" Mickey fired back, crossing his arms over his chest. He kept eyes on Carmy, making him shift uncomfortably.

"Okay, Mickey, that's enough," Mandy muttered. "You're gonna freak him out."

"No, no, um, I'm sure it's... weird..." Carmy muttered. "I look like the guy who hurt his little sister. I'm sure if Sugar had started seeing someone who looked like one of her high school exes, I'd be freaking out too."

"Sugar?" Mickey questioned.

"Oh, um, my sister," Carmy answered in a soft voice, smiling a little.

"Hey, Mick, did you know this place used to be The Beef? And Carmy's brother owned it?" Mandy told him, hoping to maybe change the subject slightly.

"What?! No fuckin' way!" Mickey responded, looking at his sister in disbelief, then back at Carmy.

"Yeah, um, Mikey was my brother... Mandy said one time you guys came here and he gave you guys some food on the house," Carmy mentioned with a prideful smile. He knew his brother had his issues, but he could be a pretty stand up guy, especially to kids who grew up rough.

"That's so fuckin' cool!" Mickey exclaimed.

"Jesus, Mick, calm down," Ian laughed softly.

"So, where's he now? Your brother?" Mickey asked Carmy curiously.

"Oh, um... he... he passed away..." Carmy muttered softly, lowering his head for a moment.

"Ah, shit... I'm... I'm sorry..." Mickey stammered awkwardly.

"We all miss him," Richie piped up finally, having been listening to the conversation and being entertained by the previously shocked Milkovich faces.

"He seemed like a cool guy," Mickey commented. "Hot too."

"Mickey!" Ian and Mandy simultaneously scolded.

Mandy looked at Carmy with an apologetic expression written all over her face— but he was smiling. He was laughing. He liked her family.

┈

The family lingered in the restaurant shortly after close, and of course, Mickey had to pipe up once more.

"So, we gonna talk about the big ass elephant in the room?" He asked.

"What are you talking about?" Mandy groaned.

"You've got a fuckin' type!" He exclaimed.

"I do not have a type!" She defended.

"Kinda seems like you have a type," Ian commented.

Mandy put her face in her hands, letting out a frustrated groan. "Okay, I get it, he kinda looks like Lip, but they could not be more different. Carmy's... he's so much softer. Trust me, when you get to know him... they're very different."

"Does he drink?" Ian asked curiously.

"Rarely, social, only if he's up to it, mostly for special occasions," Mandy muttered. "And he just quit smoking a few weeks ago. Trying to convince me to do the same."

"Yeah fuckin' right, you've been smoking since you were like 10!" Mickey laughed.

"So have you, asshole!" She commented with an eye roll. "Seriously guys, I... I really, really like him."

Mickey sighed a little bit, then put his arm around his sister, giving her a gentle squeeze. "Alright... I get it," He muttered. "But I hope you know that if he hurts you, he's dead. Just cus you've gotten classier don't mean I have."

"We'll help hide the body! Right Molls?" Macie commented before nudging Molly, who nodded in agreement.

Mandy giggled a little bit, poking Mickey in the ribs. "Thank you."

After that, Carmy and Richie both came out of the kitchen, each seeming like they were about ready to head out.

"Okay, I love you guys, we'll hang out again soon, promise," Mandy said with a little smile, sliding out of the booth to sidle up beside Carmy, who led her out of the restaurant.

As Ian and the other Milkoviches got ready to head out, Richie stopped Molly before she headed to the door.

"Um, y'can say no if y'think this is... weird... or y'think I'm a creepy old man or somethin'..." He started nervously, eye level with the tall blonde in her heels. "But would... would you wanna grab a coffee or somethin' sometime?"

Molly smiled a little in surprise, quickly taking out her phone and handing it to Richie to put his number in. "Sure. Sounds nice."

"Oh Christ," Mickey groaned.

"Leave her alone, she's well over 18 and she can date who she wants," Ian scolded.

"No! No, not that. Just another one of my sisters goin' for one of these near yuppie motherfuckers—" Mickey was quickly cut off.

"Actually, grew up on the south side myself, and helped Mikey run The Beef back in the day. I just wasn't gonna leave this whole buildin' to Carmy," Richie commented with a grin. "Ain't no fuckin' yuppies here except for the customers sometimes."

Mickey looked a little taken aback. "Cool. Okay then."

Molly giggled a little bit, shaking her head. "Night, Richie. I'll text you."

"Night, sweetheart," Richie muttered with a little grin as the group left the restaurant. Mentally, he was celebrating.

┈

Once more, Carmy whisked Mandy back to his tiny, denim clad apartment.

"So, my family didn't scare you too much?" She asked, tone laced with a hint of nervousness.

"Not at all, actually," He reassured, giving a little smile since he could hear the nerves. "I thought they were a riot. Your brother seems, um... very..."

"Shameless?" Mandy laughed. "No filter?"

"Yes, that," Carmy laughed too, nodding a little. "Exactly."

As they shared the laughter, they managed to get to the couch where they both took a seat. Mandy turned her head, smiling at Carmy.

"You're a really great guy, yknow that?"

Carmy looked a little surprised at that statement. "Really? I don't... always feel like one."

"Well, I think you are, if that counts for anything," She muttered softly.

"No, um, i-it definitely does..." He nodded, looking down for a moment before his eyes met hers again. "I just... guess I'm not so used to hearin' that these days."

Mandy gently reached out, cupping Carmy's cheek while running a thumb over his cheekbone. "As long as I'm around, I'm gonna make sure you know it."

The moment of eye contact lingered, Carmy felt as if his heart were fucking soaring. How was this girl real? Even after everything he'd found out she had gone through, she was still so sweet towards him.

He didn't even know the half of what she'd gone through yet though. And what made him, his gentleness, so special to her.

After the lingering moment, Carmy found himself leaning in, he planted his lips on Mandy's in a gentle kiss. Honestly, his gentle nature towards her was such a refreshing perspective than almost every other man she'd encountered in her life.

Of course, that wasn't to say Carmy was always gentle, and she was quickly learning that— after the kiss got more heated, the pair soon found themselves in a different position. Mandy's panties were long gone, Carmy was kneeling in front of the couch, and he was about to display his other talents.

Mandy had received good head before, sure, but good lord, Carmy was eating her cunt like it was his last fucking meal. His tongue worked its magic, from her leaking entrance all the way to her aching clit.

"Oh, fuck, Carm—" She whimpered. Her long, slender fingers laced through his curls and latching onto them.

Carmy was completely focused on the task at hand. Two tattooed fingers slipped into her weepy hole, almost immediately curling against that sweet spot, making her clench around them. His expert tongue kept working on and teasing her clit all the while, thank god she was sitting because she was getting weak in the fucking knees.

"F-Fuck, Carm, 'm gonna—" Mandy warned between strangled whimpers.

Carmy's mouth, chin, and fingers were completely soaked. He looked up from her thighs with a grin before sucking her slick from his digits.

Mandy panted, letting her head fall back for a moment as she caught her breath.

"You good?" He asked softly, gentle demeanor returning once more.

She nodded slowly, then looked at Carmy with a little smile. "Do it again."

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Nicotine & Tangerines | Carmandy | Chapter Two

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Chapter Summary: A date, a real date. Family spaghetti. Opening up— in more ways than one. All of these things lead up to a decision for Mandy— and we're only just getting started. | Carmy Berzatto x Mandy Milkovich — The Bear x Shameless Crossover (part of my Shameless Bear Universe!)

Content Tags: Brief Claire mentions, mentions of Mickey having a gun (Milkovich tingz), Mandy opens up a bit to Carmy about growing up, mentions of sh scars on Mandy (not graphic), unprotected sex, Carmy being a big time boob guy yk, pulling out

Important Info: (texting) blue = Carmy, pink = Mandy

Chapter Two: Everything Has Changed

Word Count: 2.3k

Mandy was a little bit astounded about what a gentleman Carmy seemed to be— it was one of the few times in her life a man didn't just have an end goal of getting her into bed. Of course, not that she would've minded getting into bed with Carmy... but that was something to think about later.

Meanwhile, Carmy found that this girl just absolutely flooded his mind, occupied his every thought— any lingering thoughts or feelings surrounding Claire? Gone. Erased.

"So, y'gonna ask 'er out on a proper date, cousin?" Richie asked Carmy with a little sly grin.

Carmy raised his eyebrows at Richie, shrugging a bit. "Who said I even liked her, huh?"

Richie rolled his eyes, letting out an exasperated sigh. "Carmen Anthony Berzatto, you honestly think I can't read you like a fuckin' book sometimes?"

Sydney giggled quietly as Carmy's cheeks turned pink. Okay, he'd been caught.

"So I like her! What's the big fuckin' deal?" Carmy grumbled quietly, trying to focus back on what he was doing.

"Is it a crime for me to want you to be happy, huh?" Richie asked, leaning against the counter.

"No. But it's fuckin' suspicious." Carmy muttered in response.

"Is it really that suspicious?" Richie huffed.

Carmy and Sydney both paused, then exchanged a glance before each looking at Richie, then answered in tandem. "Yes."

"Fuck both of you!"

Of course, Carmy did have plans to ask Mandy on a proper date. But he wanted to go about this carefully— he was sure Mandy had her walls built up about as high as he did, if not higher. And last time he had a relationship, in the not-so-distant past, she was such a distraction to him that so many things happened with The Bear that he barely remembered. This was not going to be another Claire-esque incident.

He had to remain focused on one thing at a time, but he also had to put his business first— Mandy was great, but he'd made this mistake before, and it cost him Claire, a shit ton of sleep, and very nearly Richie.

So, after the restaurant closed for the night, Carmy decided he needed to take his opportunity. He'd been texting back and forth with Mandy, spending a couple minutes with her here and there, but not a proper date... yet, that was.

hey um, would it be weird if i asked you to come over on saturday night?

Saturday was perfect— he'd coordinated it with Richie that he didn't need to come in, and the restaurant was closed on Sunday, in case things ran long on the date... for some reason.

not weird at all, i'd like that a lot<3

God, she always had to send those cute little hearts...

Okay, so she agreed. Now all Carmy needed was an official plan— he sort of had one, but he was panicking about what to cook... as if she didn't already enjoy his cooking.

"So? D'ya ask her out?" Richie asked with a sly grin.

Carmy groaned as he and Richie headed out of the restaurant. "Yes. I did. Can you piss off, Rich? Why're you so invested in this anyways?"

"Is it a crime for me to wanna make sure y're treatin' Mandy okay? Jeesh." Richie insisted, he was continuing to play the close friend angle like a fiddle.

"She's comin' over Saturday... kinda nervous." He muttered softly. "I 'unno what to make."

"Spaghetti! Make the family spaghetti, dipshit!" Richie responded quickly, patting Carmy's back.

Carmy gave Richie a puzzled look for a moment.

Richie rolled his eyes. "Spaghetti is simple, it's good, and y're sharin' somethin' special."

Carmy thought for a moment, then nodded a bit. "Sometimes you're smart, cousin."

┈

The ever anticipated Saturday came too quickly for Carmy, and too slowly for Mandy, both in their eagerness for a real actual date.

Mandy kept mentally scolding herself all week— she should not be actually falling for Carmy... but, who could blame her? The guy was handsome, and he had a dorkish charm about him. Despite the similar appearance, Lip was one of the furthest things from her mind when she was with Carmy.

As she headed to Carmy's apartment, Mandy nervously fiddled with her necklace, her bracelets, smoother out her dress... why was she so nervous? She'd done the whole "date" thing to death. Was it because she actually liked Carmy?

She took a deep breath, then gently knocked on the door of his apartment.

From the other side of the door, Mandy could hear shuffling and Carmy muttering something like "ah shit, son of a bitch—" from the other side. It made her giggle.

He opened the door, greeting her with that awkward yet charming smile. "Um, hey. C'mon in."

Mandy stepped into the apartment, glancing around at the small and... denim covered(?) place. Why the hell did he have so many jeans everywhere?

"I-I know it ain't much—"

"Carmy, need I remind you, south side girl." Mandy laughed softly.

"Right, um, sorry." Carmy laughed softly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Well, I made spaghetti, so um, come make yourself comfortable— I don't really have a dining table..."

God, he had such a man apartment. Seriously, what the hell was with all the jeans all over the place?

As Mandy sat on the couch, Carmy brought over two neatly plated things of spaghetti with garlic bread— funny, he wasn't at work, but he was definitely still plating as if he were.

"This looks great, Carm." She smiled softly at him.

"This is the special family recipe, um, Mikey used'ta make it all the time." Carmy muttered softly. "He especially did it when I was a kid and had a rough day at school, cus it was my favourite."

"That's really sweet." Mandy smiled softly. "Whenever I had a bad day at school as a kid, Mickey would just threaten to bring a gun to school the next day."

"Jeesh, your brother sounds, uh, real... intense."

"He means well. It's just the way we grew up, we lived in a really rough part of the south side." Mandy muttered with a little laugh. Finally, she took a bite of spaghetti, and then gasped softly. "Oh my god, this amazing."

Carmy smiled a little. Why did hearing Mandy say his food was good mean more to him than a fucking professional chef saying that? "I'm glad you like it."

"Man, I can't remember the last time I've had a home cooked meal." Mandy muttered softly.

Carmy raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"It's... kinda long and sad." She muttered, noticing the intrigue in Carmy's eyes.

"I got time."

┈

The night was filled with conversation. Mandy told Carmy bits and pieces about how she grew up, not everything— she couldn't do that, not yet. But she did talk about how she, her brothers, and little sister, Macie, never knew their mom, about her little half sister, Molly. Their dad was an asshole, their neighbourhood was terrible, Lip was sometimes Mandy's escape but he ended up not wanting her around, Mickey got lucky, having Ian around. She and her siblings learned to survive on scraps, frozen or boxed shitty food, fast food, anything they could steal.

Carmy couldn't hardly believe it. Sure, his childhood was rough, it wasn't perfect by any means, but in comparison to everything Mandy told him? God.

"Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to freak you out—"

"You didn't." Carmy muttered softly. "Sorry, um... I just... that sounds so... I'm so sorry, Mandy."

His gaze as he looked at her was soft, he'd probably never looked at anybody like that before. Not even Claire. It nearly made Mandy forget the whole reason she was spending this time with Carmy to begin with...

"I almost wished I'd met you earlier..." He muttered softly. "I would've... I dunno, I would've kept ya around..."

Mandy smiled just a little at those words. "You don't know that for sure. Besides, I probably would've terrified you as a teenager."

Carmy laughed a little. "Well, if teen Mandy was anything like the Mandy I know now... yeah, I'm sure I would've been scared... though, maybe I still would've brought you around, piss my mom off or something."

Mandy erupted into a fit of giggles from that. God, if only...

"Well, if teen Carmy was anything like the Carmy I know now, I probably would've been scared... but for a different reason." She laughed, repeating part of what Carmy had said. "Probably because if you'd shown genuine interest in me, I wouldn't know what to do."

Carmy smiled sadly, reaching over and brushing some hair out of her face. "I'm sorry you ever had to feel that way because of anybody else."

They hadn't really realized that the gap between them had slowly gotten smaller— and smaller. Carmy gently cupped Mandy's cheek, almost absentmindedly, his thumb ran along her cheekbone.

"You're really pretty." He mumbled quietly to her. A warmth overtook Carmy's body, maybe it was the close proximity to Mandy, maybe it was his face flushing. Maybe it was the sudden, unbelievably strong urge to kiss her.

┈

The feverish kiss carried on into Carmy's dimly lit bedroom, articles of clothing being discarded and forgotten about alone the way. Carmy practically growled at Mandy's lack of bra.

"God, y're fuckin' beautiful." He murmured, admiring her body in front of him.

Mandy smiled, almost bashfully— sure, she heard that sometimes... but, it felt different coming from Carmy, somehow.

Carmy laid back on his bed, one arm behind his head, smiling at Mandy as he waited for her to join him. As he gazed at her, he noticed the scars all over her thighs— he had a feeling he knew what those might have been from, but he didn't wanna ask. If she wanted to, she'd tell him.

But, he really did think she was beautiful.

She climbed into his bed, straddling his thighs and smirking down at him. "You've got the right idea, huh?"

"I like when a pretty girl rides me, okay? Sue me." Carmy teased with a little grin. Admittedly, being a boob guy, his favourite positions were any where he could watch his girl's tits bounce— he damn near got drunk on that shit.

He was already hard just from looking at her, just from watching the way she moved and hearing her voice. Maybe he was a little pathetic when it came to simping over women.

Mandy spat in her hand, then wrapped it around Carmy's dick and coated him with a mixture of her saliva and his pre. It made his hips twitch, a soft moan falling from his lips.

God, if he was already becoming a mess just from this, what would happen when she actually got down to business?

After she gave him a few more strokes, she positioned herself over him, then slowly sank down, little whimpers and "ah"s escaping her as she was filled by his large cock.

Carmy gripped the bedsheets below him as he felt the warmth of her cunt envelope him, biting his lip. Fuck, she felt good. It almost took every ounce of him not to cum just from that.

Mandy, being a seasoned expert (especially in comparison to Carmy), she took him like a champ. Her hips rocked and bucked, her head tilted back as she moaned out loudly.

"Fuck, Carmy, you feel s'fucking good, mm—" She moaned out while starting to pick up her pace.

Carmy whimpered as Mandy's pace quickened, feeling a familiar heat in his stomach and his cock twitching inside her. "S-Slow down, 'm gonna—"

"Already?" Mandy asked, looking down at Carmy as she started to slow down her movements. "You a fuckin' virgin or something?"

His cheeks turned red at the comment, a bit embarrassed. "N-No, it's just... b-been a while..." He stammered, wondering how pathetic he sounded when he said that. No girl he'd been with before was as intense as Mandy.

"Hey, hey, it's okay." She muttered reassuringly. "Wanna switch positions? Go at your pace?"

"Y-Yeah, okay, o-okay." Carmy nodded.

Mandy climbed off, and rolled over, spreading her thighs so he could slide right back in. As Carmy picked himself up and positioned himself at her core, he internally decided he had to have her there before he even got close. So, right as he pressed his tip at her entrance, his thumb met her clit, rubbing in tight circles as he pushed himself fully in.

"F-Fuck, Carmy!" She moaned out, her back arching. It almost made Carmy get a little cocky— he'd have to show off his true finger skills later.

He deemed himself successful when he felt her walls clenching around his cock, his eyes fluttered a little at the feeling.

"You gonna cum f'me, huh? Y-Yeah, y're gonna cum on my dick?" He panted out, trying to catch his breath to stop himself from just finishing inside her first.

Mandy cried out loudly as her hips arched, cumming around his cock. That pushed Carmy over the edge, ropes of his hot seed landing on her thighs as he pulled out.

Carmy crashed against the mattress beside her, both of them panting. Internally, Carmy was proud of himself for having her done first... even if he came immediately after, but that was besides the point.

After his moment of internal celebration, Carmy put his arms around Mandy, pulling her close to his chest.

"That was really nice... hopefully next time I can go a little longer." He joked.

Mandy giggled softly, looking up at Carmy as she cuddled into him. "It's okay... I thought it was kinda cute."

He smiled softly, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.

As they cuddled, and Carmy fell asleep, Mandy was left for her thoughts for a moment. Everything felt different, he felt different...

Maybe it was time Richie stop paying her.

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