Nights Like This.
Carmen Berzatto x Black Reader
Summary : A fluffy little look into Carmy helping his fiancee after a girls night out.
Warnings: 18 + as always, no actual smut just slightly sexy moments-loads of fluff though.
unedited. sorry, i know i'm still rusty lol, i hope you like it still.
(watch The Bear , it's so good and Jeremy Allen White / Ebon Moss-Bachrach always eat up all their roles.)
“I want you to have fun tonight. Call me when you’re ready for me to pick you up baby. You got your pepper spray? Did you charge your phone? ” Carmy anxiously asks against your lips with a final kiss.
“Baby, My phone is fully charged. I’ve got the pepper spray and the lipstick knife that you got me last weekend. It’s okay, I’m okay. What are you gonna do tonight?” You ask, nuzzling his nose and he shrugs.
He then leans his head for a moment like he's weighing his options.
Ever the old man. If you knew your man well enough, you knew that he'd probably be at home with a wine older than both of his parents and he'll be yelling at Beat Bobby Flay. Or something along those lines.
“Probably watch Iron Chef or some shit until I nod off. Richie wanted me to come over for some football game, but he knows I don’t watch sports like that. I only ever really watched it with Mike- Go go go, they’re waiting for you. Say hey for me and call me when you’re ready. No Ubers or Lyft or whatever the fuck it’s called. I’ll come scoop you up.” He insists again and with that you’re giving him one final kiss before you’re being pulled away by your girls.
He didn’t trust Ubers or any of that stuff late at night and always insisted on taking you to and from your night outs with your girls. No matter how tired he was from being at work all day.
The night was beyond fun because you hadn't seen your girls in forever and of course you were going to celebrate Davena's birthday on Throwback Night at your favourite place. The lot of you settled on going as Destiny's Child.
Hours later when your feet were aching and the room felt like it was moving like a Tilt-A-Whirl and all the uncles had came out two stepping towards you and your friends. You knew that it was time for Kelly Rowland to head out and home to her man.
You pulled out your phone to call your fiance. And the press of a button he was outside waiting for you and your friends within the next 15 minutes.
“Heeeyyy Carmy. I'm gonna get Luke to come around tomorrow to take a look at that stove. It might be time to do a replacement.” Davena says entering the car
"Hey, okay, yeah. It hadn't been changed since like '03 anyways so it's time. It's the one that Michael loved, and it was like the only stove he cooked on 'cause when the place first opened he was broke as fuck and couldn't afford more. But I'm tired of that shit nearly catching on fire every time Syd turns it on." he answers and earns a chuckle from her.
“How you doing Carmy? You still trying to learn how to make gumbo? I told you that an Italian boy from the Chi don't know nothing about that. You need to get my grandma up in your kitchen, but she's never giving that family recipe up." Naomi teases as she sits back in her seat.
"No doubt, No doubt. I wouldn't even dare ask Ms. Monroe about that. I learned my lesson from the peach cobbler." he says and they both laugh for a moment thinking about her grandma asked Carmy to buy a peach cobbler from the store to bring to the cookout instead of making one because she didn't believe that he was actually a chef.
They always joked and chatted like this back and forth like brother and sisters and you were grateful that they got along like family because they hated your long term boyfriend before Carmy with a passion.
In all fairness , his family and friends watched you like a hawk as well until they realized that you were damn near perfect for him. You were Carmy's first serious relationship so you understand their caution and concern.
It took one time for them to sse the way that you and Carmen interacted and they just knew that you two were meant to be.
“Boy, you should’ve seen how she busted her ass coming outside to you. Talking about my mans outside.” Naomi jokes as she pretends to fall over in her seat.
They all talk at once slightly slurring their words as they enter the car with you .
You, took the passenger seat while they piled into the back still laughing at you holding onto Robin so that you didn’t completely fall down.
“See, I wasn’t going to say nothing about you throwing ass on Mr. Leprechaun but- sis next time I’m going to need you to turn around and see that it’s not us.” you reply to Naomi before she shakes her head in disgust.
“His , ‘where’s me gold’ looking ass almost gave me a damn heart attack. Y’all wrong for that one.” she says throwing a peanut from her bra at the back of your head.
"We got him out of there when we realized , didn't we?" Robin says still laughing and wiping at her smeared corner of her eyeliner.
Carmy smiles sleepily at you while stopped at the red light and lean over for a kiss. He sucked on your bottom lip for a moment tasting the remnants of the sugary drinks and peanuts from the bar when you leaned back to hiccup.
“The girls wanted to stay over tonight and go home in the morning?” you question and he nods, tapping his tattooed fingers on the steering wheel to the music with the other resting on your inner thigh.
“That’s fine. We’ve got the pull out and then someone can take the air mattress that’s still up from the last time Tiff put Richie out. So it all works out.” he answers and you turn up the radio as Davena starts singing along to the song.
You know that it’s a successful girls night out when you, Davena, Robin , and Naomi are in the car singing along loudly and off tune to Keyshia Cole after countless fruity colorful drinks that snuck up on you way too quickly.
“LOOOOOVEEE. NEVER KNEW WHAT I WAS MISSING, BUT I KNEW ONCE WE START KISSING-” all 3 of you sing as you point at Carmy and he just laughs sleepily while shaking his head at y’all putting on a full concert in his small car.
“Love you though.” You whisper to him as he nods and gives your thigh a small squeeze.
The car ride ended quicker than expected as the 5 of you made it to your shared apartment with Carmy and he immediately began to set things out for them.
You not only loved how he has been a gentleman to you for the past 4 years of you two being together but also the way he treated the women in your life. He was always polite, loving, and kind to your mother sister and friends.
He found multiple blankets in the storage closet with pillows and laid them out before sluggishly turning towards the group with your purse and heels in his hands.
“There’s blankets on the couch. I made lasagna earlier. You are more than welcome to it. Just please keep it down for me. I have an early morning, thank you. Goodnight crew." Carmy says quietly to the group before heading off to the bedroom.
“They really could not cook at that place because everything they offered was either cold or cooked too hard.”
“ We love you Carmiiiinnnee” they call out to him.
“Right back at you.” he responds quickly before finally making it to the bedroom and sliding off his shirt. He sits on the bed and watch as you wobble and scurry around the room.
You grab clothes for your girls to change into before making your way into the bedroom after Carmy.
He smiles at you for a moment getting wrapped up in watching you before stretching and moving to the bathroom to find your cleanser.
Your heart melts when you notice Carmen was prepared for you to return home. He had a cold bottle of water set out for you, meds, a night gown, peppermints, and your makeup remover wipes. This man is truly one in a billion let alone one in a million.
“Come to the bathroom so that I can help you.” he calls out to you while looking through the cabinet to find your cleanser.
“I also have your robe right here if you don’t feel like wearing anything tonight. I mean- I’m not complaining if you don’t want to.” he states half jokingly as he stoops down once you reach the bathroom to rub your aching foot a little before switching to the other one.
He moves back up to slowly making his way up your legs as his hands find the button to your mini skirt and you shimmy down your legs along with your panties, noticing how his eyes are following the curves of your body as if he’s seeing it for the first time.
You don’t miss the way that his fingertips ghost up from the bottom of your stomach and up your sides to slide off your top and then to unstick your boob tape.
You hiss for a second and he gives you a small chuckle and faint pout.
“Aww baby, I’m sorry. I had no other way to get it off. Let me kiss it better?” he asks in faux concern.
He just wanted to take the moment to get his lips on you.
The mix of the way he’s eyeing your breasts and putting his pouty pink lips all over your glistening bronze skin has got you on go. His tongue briefly swirls over the now hardened little dark brown bud while your hand makes their way to the back of his head, flushed against the soft waves to steady yourself.
You moan softly and wobble over slightly, leaning over and putting all of your weight onto him tiredly.
Carmy laughs for a moment before remembering what he was initially supposed to be doing in the first place.
You let him sit you on the bathroom counter and watch him leave and re-enter with the water and meds.
“I know you're sleepy but you’re going to have to let me get this off of you because if I don’t get this makeup off of you and put your bonnet on for tonight. A very happy drunk you will turn into a very upset hungover you in the morning. I’ve got to be at the restaurant early tomorrow. I don’t want you crying into my chest telling me about how much your head hurts. Then they’re gonna be on my ass for missing the meeting ‘cause you know I can’t leave you like that. You know Syd is the only one I trust with the place but they don't listen to her. Drink your water and then close your eyes so I can take your lashes off." Carmy says finally while putting the cold bottle of water to your lips.
“Wish Syd would've gone out with us tonight... Hmm, Yes, Chef. Love it when you take care of me. Always take good care of me.” you purr teasingly while running your fingertips up and down his bare belly and then down to the inside of his boxers and sweats, sending slight shivers up his spine.
“Stop that shit. Ferma quella merda (stop that shit). ” he repeats half heartedly, swatting your hands away and stepping back slightly to keep you from palming him.
You could tell that your antics were getting to him while he tried to focus on washing your makeup away because his breathing quickened and his heart began to beat a mile a minute.
“You don’t want it?” You ask slightly, separating your legs for a moment and he looks down, contemplating while licking over his bottom lip.
He brings one hand over your thighs giving the thick soft skin a squeeze before dragging his hand between your legs letting his fingertips dip into you slightly.
You instantly scoot up against his hand, thighs locking around it like a vice. Carmen lets out a long drawn out sigh at how wet you are while shaking his head.
You place your hand over his before working your hips against it and yours finds its way inside of his boxers to palm him again.
"What's got you dripping like this already, pretty?" he asks quietly taking his time his fingers exploring and moving without haste inside of you.
Carmy removes his hand and licks his fingers clean before taking your hand out of his boxers with a soft groan.
“I know. I know.” he coos to soothe your protesting . You look at him with a frowned expression and it takes everything in him not to laugh at you sitting on the bathroom counter stark naked, mostly drunk, and pouting at him like he has just offended you.
He ignored you staring daggers into him as he put the minty toothpaste onto your toothbrush.
“If you start some shit- you know i’m not going to be able to finish it. Not with you like this. Come on, I have to be up at 4 tomorrow. Stop pouting and gimme kiss.” He asks with his lips puckered out and you take the opportunity to lean up and kiss him almost until he’s moaning softly against your lips, then kiss all over his face.
“Thank you baby. Open- ahh.” He instructs and helps you brush your teeth gently because that post-alcohol breath starts to hit differently.
"I promise. Tomorrow after work, I won't even make dinner because I already know what i'll be eating all night. Deal?" he offers feeling bad that you're now trying to give him the puppy dog eyes.
Carmen couldn’t help but to laugh at your antics because if sober you knew that you were being all sappy and affectionate she would go through the floor.
"Deal. Wanna taste you too though." you finally respond.
You were eyeing him and taking in his mousy brown hair and his slightly tired eyes and puffy kissed bitten lips. He looked so beautiful like this. A moment where he isn't stressing about 9,000 other things.
“Gonna marry you and have all your babies. You know that? If we have a boy , we have to name him Michael. ” you say to him , half awake at this point.
He knows that you’re tired and drunkenly saying what’s on your mind but the fact that you wanted to name your son after his brother made his heart feel like it was going to leap through his chest. He knows that Michael would’ve loved you. Carmen's sister and his entire family adored you already as if you were their own.
You were the reason why he began to rebuild and repair the relationship between them that was strained long before the grief.
He knew the moment that you walked into the restaurant with all of your color samples and designs for the remodel that you were going to be it for him. Call it fate, divine timing, luck, or whatever else. You two got on from the moment he sat down across from you in the booth.
By the end you two had long forgotten that the purpose of the meeting was to talk about interior design and renovations. You were too busy telling him that he hadn’t lived until he tried Ethiopian spaghetti. You two didn’t stop talking until well after the restaurant had closed and everyone had gone home. But, not before Richie yelled “wrap it before you tap it, cousin” from outside of the restaurant window and you both turned to flip him off.
You two were friends for a long while and it took everything to convince each other that it wouldn’t end in disaster before you both just gave in to the inevitable of falling in love.
Even as the restaurant's changes came to an end. The bond you two had forged so quickly within those months was just getting started.
“Gonna make me a husband and a daddy? How did I get so lucky, hmm ?” he asks, leaning down to nuzzle your nose and your neck.
After brushing your teeth and completely taking off your makeup Carmy places a final kiss to your forehead and lips.
“Let me see you, my pretty baby.” he coos , holding your face in his hands.
“You always take good care of me baby. Love you so much.” you mumble half asleep as he slides the silk gown from the counter onto you.
You place your head against his chest to hear his heartbeat.
“‘That’s what I’m supposed to do because I love you too. Always gonna take care of you. Come on, let’s get you to bed, pretty.” he responds, sliding the bonnet onto your head and tucking it up so that it doesn’t irritate your ears.
He had finally got you into bed and spooned comfortably in his arms.
It took him all of 10 minutes of humming and letting you trace his tattoos for you to fall asleep, snoring softly. He didn't bother even bother to turn on the t.v. because he already knew that he'd be following shortly. Both of you grateful that you get to be husband and wife officially in 4 months time.
