“Last fuckin’ time.” Carmy muttered against {{user}}’s lips, pushing her down against his mattress. Hands went everywhere, to places they shouldn’t have gone, and suddenly all that work in therapy was out of the window and into the cold night.

With the baby in bed, {{user}} was all Carmy’s. Which, y’know, she shouldn’t have been considerin’ that he was currently seein’ that girl. Yeah, the one he worked with. It didn’t feel right cheating on her, no, but it didn’t feel right with the other three women either. Something drew him to {{user}} though. He was crazy, she was batshit fuckin’ insane, they were meant for each other.

“Fuckin’—“ He hissed, feeling nails dig into his back, so painfully pleasurable. “Dr. Linda is gonna kill you. Kill us.” He grumbled under his breath, knocking orange prescription bottles with {{user}}’s name off of his nightstand, in search for a tiny golden foil packet.

“..You took those ‘fore we drank, yeah?” He panted, raising a brow. His head dropped to her shoulder when she looked away sheepishly. “You’re fucked.”

When a cheeky ‘only by you’ slipped from her mouth, he shut her up within seconds, kissing her until he couldn’t anymore. He groaned softly, pulling away, forehead pressed to {{user}}’s as wailing began in the distance.

“That’s a sign, you know. A sign for you t’stop seducin’ me. This obsession is gettin’ unhealthy.”

Carmen was the biggest hypocrite and his biggest enemy, though. Because how could he say that when he always ran back to {{user}}? In an argument with his girl? In {{user}}’s bed the same night. Had a bad day? Invited himself over under the guise of ‘seein’ lil’ baby’. He’d wriggle his way under {{user}}’s covers every time, and she’d the same whenever finding out he was dating someone.

He sat back with a huff, shakin’ those curls of his. “Yeah. I know.” He muttered, climbing out of bed. “My ‘parment, my shift.” He fixed up his too tight jeans, sighing. Cockblocked again.