Carlos Oliveira imagines

Hard day?

Imagine: Carlos giving you cuddles after a tough day at work.

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You returned home and just needed to rest your feet- hell, you needed to rest your whole entire body. What a hard day it must've been.

You stepped inside your home, kicking off your shoes and threw yourself onto your couch. Carlos overheard you come in from the kitchen and stopped washing dishes, making his way to the living room to find you sprawled out on the couch. Something tells him you aren't feeling well because typically you don't come home like this.

"Hey babe, how was work?" He asked simply as he sat down by you, bringing his hand up to massage your back. Everything was sore so, the touch made your muscles tense up slightly at first before dissolving into pure relaxation. It must've been something you called Carlos' Midas touch.

"Terrible. They've been working me like a dog, but apparently that's not good enough for them. Then I had to deal with my shitty ass coworkers all day. I got into an argument with one, even. It's like I can never catch a break," you responded gruffly, your voice muffled by the confines of your couch.

Carlos frowned to your discomfort. He hated seeing you stressed out, even if it was easily preventable. He gave this one some time to think on. How can he relieve you of the stress your job unfortunately had to bring upon you? He smiled gently once he figured out what he could do for you. "Hmmm.. How about some good ol' cuddles from your man, Carlos? You'd like that, wouldn't you?

You turned your head to face him, semi-emulating the comforting smile (as contagious as it was) he came to possess as you nodded. "I would love that," you responded in more of groan as your puppy eyes begged him to fulfill your request.

"C'mere," Carlos said with a smile full of adoration as he scooted in to lay next to you. The couch was large enough to hold you both, despite the size of his frame (keep in mind; he's a big boy). Carlos draped his muscular arm around you as the other one scooped underneath and brought you into an embrace.

You shifted into more of a comfortable position as you wrapped your arms around his waist. He was holding you tightly as you held on tightly around him. "There there. Does this feel good?" He asked going to massage your back.

You nodded and sign of bliss imprinted itself on your lips, "Mhm." That hum was enough to convince Carlos what he was doing was right, perfect for you. He laid there with you for a while, ever so often planting a kiss to your head. You being you, would look up at Carlos so he could pepper your forehead with kisses and more passionate ones to your lips.

One of the things you absolutely loved about Carlos was the fact that he was a great kisser. You could kiss him for hours on end and not be completely satisfied.

Carlos' lips danced with yours in a perfect rhythm as your hands suddenly found themselves running through his thick dark locks. You parted to smile at each other before capturing each other's lips once more. You parted and Carlos rested his chin on top of your head.

"So, allow me to ask again- how was work?"

"It was great." Carlos chuckled.

"That's what I like to hear."