#carson beck

Tears

an : I haven't written smut in months forgive me if this is bad

warnings : porn w little plot, choking, biting, ab riding, spitting in mouth, headlocks, daddy kink, clit slapping, name calling, they're overly freaked out

summary : post win filth

waiting for Carson felt like forever, like warmups somehow got longer, maybe it was the nerves combined with all the cameras around. "Hey, sorry, coach was like a drill Sargent." running over to the barricade where you were standing, "it's okay, have a good game I'm so proud of you." grabbing his hand so he could feel the lace bra under your shirt, "if you win you get that after." Carson just shook his head, internally praying that he wouldn't be distracted all game. "Have I ever told you you're an evil evil woman." using his hand already in your shirt to pull your body in to a kiss. "Yet you're still willingly with me." being hyper aware of how many people are probably watching, cutting his kiss off with a shove. "Go be great." waving Carson off, for both of your sakes.

clearly the motivation of getting to see what was under his jersey was enough to will Miami to win. Shuffling down to the field, maybe a little too giddy, making his mom question your sudden chipper mood. "What's up with you, all game you barely showed any emotion now you're skipping down." rasing her eyebrow. "Just happy for him." only a partial lie.

post-game mouthing to Carson, "my hotel room once you're done." before bolting off to get the place set up. Stripping off the jersey and shorts so the lingerie Carson felt was fully visable, lighting candles to place around the room. What again felt like hours waiting for him to get back, almost nodding off in the process before the sound of Carson trying his hardest to not slam the door shut.

before he can get a word out the candles flickering around the room caught his attention, eyes drifting over to your half asleep body, looking up to thank what ever god led him here. Shifting awake at the sound of Carson throwing his gear down, being quiet was ever a specialty of his. "you're back." slowly dragging the covers off to expose the lace covering your body. Carson recognizes the bra out of the corner of his eye, the one he bought for your anniversary that he kept drooling over. "I am and you look damn good." slowly making his way over to your side of the bed, once close enough wrapping his hand around your neck. "That little stunt you pulled before the game, can't happen again, I could barely focus the entire game." leaning your head back to face him. "Open your mouth." shoving a finger in your mouth to hold it open, leaning over to spit in your held open mouth. Quickly usinf his force to close your jaw. "Swallow I know you can." Squeezing your throat to force it down.

twisting around to face his shirtless body, starting at his hip bones, licking and leaving bites slowly up his body, feeling his hands working their way down your torso to expose the last of it from the covers. "Bet you're drenched just from this huh slut?" easily overpowering you to the other bed, like a starved man pulling the lace underwear down, tossing it to god knows where, "kinda pathetic how easy you get soaked for me." the feeling of his fingers rubbing on your clit dragging high pitched whines out, "Carson please." reaching behind to shove him away. "Don't run from me, you started this remember." dipping a finger in while still overstimulating your clit, leaving a harsh slap while pulling his fingers out.

feeling his hand crawl up your back, "why'd you stop?" pouting at the loss of contact, his arm coming around your neck, pulling you to his chest. using his strong arms to flip both of you around so Carson is proped up on the headboard, using the last bit of energy in your arms to crawl over to him, "you know the drill." tapping his abs as they flexed under his cold hands. whining to Carson to pull your limp body up his, "I'm not helping you darling, gotta help yourself." the smug look on his face made you want to slap him. "Daddy please." using all of his weaknesses to get him to fold. His big hands ripped you up to his stomach, "start riding baby doll." clasping his hands on your hips, leaving bruises in their wake. slowly dragging your clit up and down his hardened abs, each pass becoming more and more overwhelming. folding in half to fall in to Carson's neck, "too much." drooling in to his collarbones, his grip never faltering, "don't fucking tease me then dirty girl." one hand moving to rub your clit, "you gunna cum on my abs? pathetic slut." pushing your body off his so he can see the orgasim twitching through your body, his fingers egging on the tighting of your stomach. The feeling of his muscles moving under your body only drove your senses in to overdrive, soaking his abs with a final moan before finding your place in his neck again. "You're insane." coming down from that high, feeling his arms wrap around your body. "You're perfect." as he leaves a kiss on your neck, "my perfect girl." pulling your jaw over for a soft kiss, using his free arm to pull the covers over both of you, "I'll clean you up in a minute, once you stop shaking." chucking, it didn't even click how bad you were shaking. "Love you daddy." hunkering down in to his arms, letting the sleep he interrupted take over your body.

In an exciting matchup on January 8, 2026, the Miami Hurricanes beat the Ole Miss Rebels 31-27 and will advance to the National Championship Game. Miami will face the winner of the Oregon/Indiana matchup scheduled tonight, Jan. 9.