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They first discovered this dynamic when Carmy was having another tantrum in the kitchen; normally everyone would just shut up and follow instructions, but with another fast-paced night, Carmy was saying shit that made the crew chorus out in protest, a stern heyyyy or nuh-uh, none of that when he went far enough to call Tina a bitch or tell Richie that's why your wife left you for a fuckin’ moron.
And of course, Carmy wasn't listening to anyone when they shouted at him to calm down or fuck off; instead, it only seemed to enrage him further, the fucking toddler.
But when he took one look at Tina’s entree and shattered the plate on the ground, shouting in her face to remake it, Sydney finally had enough.
She moved toward him in three long strides and pushed him out of Tina’s way. Before Carmen could even breathe, she twisted a fist in his chef uniform and pulled him close, pointing right at his dumb bright red face.
“Hey.” She spoke slowly, calmly, but with fucking venom. “You need to calm the fuck down and act like an adult, or so help me, I will rip your fucking face off. Am I clear?”
He was stunned, panting, and in the silence, Sydney could feel his heart racing against her fist. His cheeks were red, and his pupils were huge, what the fuck. Was he blushing?
Carmen looked like he just realized Sydney had asked a question and nodded quickly in response.
“Good.”
She let him go, moving back to her station and letting all the eyes in the kitchen follow her as she tried to remember what the hell she was doing before this.
As the crew slowly began working again with the occasional shocked glance, the rattles and shouts of the kitchen starting back up, Sydney looked up and Carmen had practically become a ghost, moving swiftly and speaking to voice out a hands or behind. He looked a bit frazzled, but at least he was finally cooperating.
But Jesus, his hands were pretty shaky, weren't they? At least more than usual. Did she scare him, or unlock some sort of horrible memory she wasn't aware of? Or–
Nope, he was hard. That was a bulge, and he was fucking hard. What the fuck.
She was about to spiral before Tina scooted past and mumbled to her, “I appreciate it, mama, but you ain’t gotta do all that for me.”
Sydney had genuinely forgotten what she was talking about for a second, but she eventually smirked. “Kinda had to. He wasn't fucking listening to anyone else.”
Tina snorted.
“You got him wrapped around your little finger.”
When their shift ended, Sydney motioned her head to the back door, and Carmen quickly stopped whatever he was doing and followed her out.
She turned to look at him and he opened his mouth to speak as he trailed behind her. She shook her head. The ride was silent, and it wasn't until she closed her apartment door behind her that she spoke.
“So?”
“What?”
“Uh, let's start with what the fuck was that?”
He paused. “I– I dunno. I'm… I’m an asshole?”
“Yes, that's a fucking given. But you're acting, like, especially douchey today. You don't go full temper tantrum mode unless something is like, really bothering you.”
He exhaled, gesturing vaguely. “Yeah, well, wish I could say why, Syd. Fuck if I know either.”
“Okay, you can't just– I’m not gonna give you sympathy right now, so just… talk to me instead of acting all sad?”
“I told you I don't know. Can– can a guy be pissed off every once in a while without it being linked to some sort of trauma, or whatever?”
“Everything's linked to some sort of trauma with you.”
He shrugged. “Got me there, I guess.”
“What, so– that's it? You don't have… anything else to tell me?”
“Like what?”
“Uh, I don't know, maybe the fact that you were literally hard after I yelled at you?”
“Fuck,” he groaned. “Syd, I was just surprised.”
“You sure? Cause you were giving me fuckin’ eyes, Carmy. And not just your usual– creepy, unreadable stare.”
He sighed, defeated.
“I– I dunno. I just– I never know what the fuck I’m doing. I need to know what to do. Cause, like, I always have to be in charge of the kitchen and yell orders and shit, and– I just like the– the fuckin’–”
“When… someone else takes control for once?” She finished, her heart rate picking up.
“Yeah, like. Tell me what I'm doing right and wrong.”
“And that– that turns you on? When I tell you?”
His silence was enough of an answer.
He saw her expression and blinked, stepping away. “Fuck. Chef, I– I’m sorry. That's, that's so fuckin’ weird, I know. It won't happen again.”
“No,” she called, her voice coming out more frantic and desperate than she would've liked. “No, uh, it's. It's fine. I… I like it.”
He looked up. “What?”
Sydney didn't know what the fuck she was doing as she stepped closer to him, but he clearly liked it too.
“Yeah, uh, I–” She shook her head. “I'm into telling you what to do too. And how… how flustered it got you. You… you liked it when I yelled?”
“Uh,” Carmen swallowed, then nodded frantically, “Y-yeah. Yeah.”
She looked into his eyes, but they were focused on her lips.
Suddenly, the air felt too thick for Sydney to breathe, and she had to say it. “Can I…? Fuck. Can I–”
He finally made eye contact and nodded quickly again, and she once more twisted her fist in his uniform shirt and pulled him close.
Carmen gasped at the movement and his lips were open as they met hers. As the fireworks exploded in her chest, she was faintly aware of his rapid heartbeat on her knuckles.
It was a thing now. Like, so much of a thing that they'd lost count now– definitely over a dozen, though. But Carmy always moaned like it was the first time.
While he was kneeling on the floor with his hands obediently behind his back, she grabbed him by the chin with an iron grip and pointed his head up to look her in the eyes. His eyelids fluttered and he whimpered, and fuck, Sydney loved it.
“You really fucked up today.”
Instead of responding, he nodded, so she slapped his face. He gasped, panting. His cock twitched and leaked whenever she hit him and degraded him, and it made her chest fill with pride.
Sydney grabbed him by the hair and yanked his head up again. His mouth fell open with a shaky exhale.
“Hey. Fucking answer me. Don't just get off on this.”
“Y–yeah. Yeah, I– I fucked up.”
And he did. Sydney normally didn't hit his face, so he'd really been an ass today. They knew the risk of him coming in with a practically bruised face the next day; he'd done it before, and saying he'd done it to himself was somehow the least embarrassing excuse. That didn't end well with Richie and Nat.
She slapped him again, and again, and his dick was leaking and heavy. He looked up at her with those fucking eyes, blood dripping from his bottom lip down his chin.
“You can be a real dickhead sometimes, you know that?”
He exhaled unsteadily, eyes closing. “Yeah. Yeah. I’m– fucking piece of shit.”
“Look at me.”
He did so immediately, expectant.
“You do not fucking talk to people that way. What you did today– Do that shit again and I’ll make you fucking regret it.”
She slapped him again, and a choked whine came out of him. “I know. I know.”
This got him off so fucking easily. Of course, the self-hating one loved getting degraded and hit. It might not be the healthiest thing to do, and maybe his loving the punishment wasn't helping him to stop acting out now. But fuck if Sydney gave a shit once she heard him moan when her hand met his face, or his thighs, or his ass.
But now was the time for her to be selfish. Carmy probably loved doing it more than she did receiving it, but she was about to fuck him up, so she figured she'd be nice for a bit.
He practically drooled like a dog being told to wait as she shoved her jeans and underwear down. He looked up at her and went to dive in, but she grabbed him by the hair.
“I didn't say you could do that.”
“Fuck. ‘Msorry,” he gasped, letting her hold up the weight of his head– probably so his hair would be pulled harder. Slut, Sydney thought.
“Now open your mouth. And stay still.”
Carmy did so immediately and she shuffled toward him just slightly and pressed forward against his tongue. He immediately melted into it, his shoulders dropping with a satisfied exhale as he began to lick her greedily.
That was nice, but not what she asked. “I said stay. Still.”
He paused with his mouth still against her, confused, until she rolled her hips and her pussy slid along his tongue. He understood then, his eyelids fluttering as she began to fuck his face. Carmy sat still, obediently, and let her grind against him.
“Suck,” she commanded and thrust harder. Carmy was more than happy to oblige. Obscene sounds filled the air as the suction released repeatedly with each quick thrust.
He whined, took her wrist, and placed her hand in his hair. Total slut. She threaded both hands into his hair and pulled, shoving his face harder against her, and his responding groan vibrated on her clit.
Carmy looked up at her expectantly, a desperate longing in his eyes. She nodded, and he grabbed her thighs, finally allowed to eat her out with all the desperation he felt. His tongue pressed hard against her clit and swept through her folds, causing them both to moan.
Sydney tightened her grip on his hair as her moans increased in pitch and breathiness until she shuddered and gasped against him, grinding as he licked her through it.
Carmen pulled back looking absolutely fucked out, his hair drenched and sticking out from being pulled and his eyes half-lidded and glossed over. His lips were parted and his face was flushed.
“Alright. Good. C’mere.” Sydney hummed, walking to the bed.
“What–” he cleared his throat, “what are you gonna do?”
“You'll find out, sheesh.”
Sydney sat up on the bed, removing her shirt and looking confused when Carmy wasn't in the position she wanted.
“I said come here.”
“I don't– I don't know what the fuck I’m doing.”
“Sit with your back against me. Between my legs,” she said like it was obvious.
He crawled toward her, and then the hot skin of his back pressed against her tits and stomach. She resisted the urge to shove her face in his neck and kiss his shoulders.
Carmen gasped when she reached around and pressed her hand against his chest, holding him tightly against her, and then she wrapped her hand around his dick. His moan wavered.
“Fuck, Syd–” Carmy pushed his hips up.
“Shhh.”
She spit in her hand and used the pre-cum on his tip as additional lube, twisting her fist on the upstroke, and rubbing her thumb along the tip. Carmen bit his lip as she sped up.
Every stroke sent pleasure throughout his lower body, and Carmy wanted so badly to touch Syd and be touched, but all he could do was take it and grind pathetically into her fist. Of course, Sydney grabbed his hip and held him still, which really didn’t help his arousal or the relief from it.
“I’m close– fuck– ah, ah–”
Then his eyes flew open. “Dude, why'd you– why'd you stop?”
“You were a dick today. You're not getting off that easily,” she said plainly.
Carmy threw his head back, and she slapped his inner thigh, hard enough to feel the sting on her palm. His mouth fell open in a choked moan.
“I'm not kidding. I love you, but you are such an asshole.”
“I am.” His voice wavered as he agreed. “Fuck. Hit me again. I– I deserve it.”
She didn't object to that, her hand coming down hard again and again, and Carmy’s eyes squeezed shut as the stinging radiated through him and he suppressed the sound in his throat. And fuck, this was turning her on too, and she couldn't help but grind on him from behind a bit, watching as his thighs turned a lovely shade of red.
“Please, I need–”
Okay, she loved it when Carmy begged, but right now he needed to learn to shut his mouth. She shoved a hand over his mouth and it muffled against her fingers when he breathed heavily out his nose.
His moan was smothered when she took his cock in her hand again, working it up and down. She pushed her hand against his mouth harder, and he laid her head back on her shoulder, clinging onto the one torturing him.
He tried squirming away, tried squeezing his thighs together, and Sydney hooked her socked feet to his inner legs, pushing his thighs apart. Carmy inhaled shakily.
She continued working her hand on him, relishing the sounds he made. He was normally grunty and quiet, but when she dominated him, that all went out the window, and she thanked god for that.
Sydney spat in her fingers again, reaching back around, then paused, realizing the position they were in– holding his legs apart, almost– fuck, almost spreading him.
Sydney's hand shook as she hesitated, but she had way too many late nights dreaming of this, so instead of wrapping her hand back around his cock, she went lower.
Her slick fingertips rubbed circles around his asshole, and Carmy gasped– the best he could with a hand shoved over his mouth– nearly whining in shock.
“Mmph, fhhck– whhthhfck– mmmhh–”
“This okay?”
His chest rose and fell quickly for a few moments. Then he nodded and tentatively let himself lean back against her again.
Sydney pressed and felt the resistance give, and then it was just sliding in, inch by inch. Immediately, he gasped and his hands clenched on the pillow. She went slow and listened to Carmy’s heavy breaths, waiting for any signal to stop.
She pressed her finger in deeper and dragged it out slowly, repeating the action several times. Carmy started to make little noises with each stroke, and it made Sydney exhale shakily.
Then, he jerked forward with a loud, surprised moan when she curled up her fingers toward his prostate.
“Shh-shh-shh, hey, hey, calm down. You want me to stop?” She threatened.
He hummed out a cry and shook his head, letting her add another finger.
She continued to pump in and out. Even then, she would rub along his prostate, which wasn't as harsh as the direct contact, but it still made him shudder and gasp. It was clearly hard for him to not move his hips against it.
With every thrust, Carmy sucked in a breath and held back the humiliating sound that threatened to join the exhale. As Sydney’s force and speed slowly increased from strokes to near-jabs, the pool of heat was growing in his stomach and the pressure and tension in his body was getting stronger, signaling something that was arriving way too quickly. He had to say something now before he came prematurely like a horny teenager.
She removed her hand from his mouth to jerk him off along with her fingering him, and he tentatively said “close,” like he didn't know if he was allowed to speak.
Sydney took her hand off his dick to stop him from coming and to smack his thigh.
“No. You aren't coming until I say so. Because you ruined everything today, again. You know that?”
“I know, I’m sorry, I'm sorry, fuck. I’m– ah,” he panted, his head leaning back on her shoulder.
“I don't know if I believe that,” she tested. “Maybe you can come if I see some tears.”
She squeezed his dick as she stroked him again and picked up the speed, beginning to thrust her fingers again as well. Finally, he let out a little sob, and she watched the tear track down his face.
“That’s it.” Her heart rate picked up a little; she'd never said this before, but...
“That's a good boy.”
Carmy fucking whimpered. “Oh my god. Oh my– fuck–”
The whine that came out of him turned into a guttural moan from deep within him. His back arched as she jerked him through it, come spilling over her fingers.
Sydney lifted them to his mouth, and he licked them with a soft moan, gasping like he'd just run a marathon.
“Good for tonight?”
He panted and shook his head.
“One more, Chef.”