Carl Grimes Imagines ➹ Smut&Fluff

Just Wrestling (Smut)

Yo this chapter is smut af.

"Stop, Carl! Ouch!" you whimper playfully as he digs his elbows lightly into your boob. You ball your fist and punch him in the butt. He snickers and topples you over, hovering over you with his knee against your crotch. You burst out laughing once your foot makes a solid contact with his cheek. You bring all of your strength and push Carl over and sit on top of him.

"No no no!" he blushes. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion.
What is he talking - Oh!

You felt his hard-on right through his jeans. You look down at his penis and laugh your ass off. "Wow! Is that a banana in your pocket... or did I just make you hard?" you ask him, calming your giggles. He opens his mouth as if to defend himself, but fails to find the words. "Ha! I did! Oh babe...how's that going to go away?" you whisper promiscuously. He smirks and shrugs sarcastically.

"Let's just take care of that, shall we?" you ask seductively. He nods, mesmerized by your advances. He was always the one to make the move, but at that moment, you wanted it bad.

You sit on your knees and pull his zipper down and take off his jeans, revealing his bulge covered by his grey boxers. You massage his bulge with your palm and he melts into your hand.

"Don't tease..." he begs quietly. You giggle again and take the waistband and pull them down. His dick pops out, and you look over to him. His eyes were closed, and he was ready for your mouth to make your way to his member. You wrapped your lips around his head and slowly made your way down his shaft. Carl just squints his eyes and balls his fists. You continue giving Carl pleasure, until Carl jerks his head up. You pull your head up to.

He grabs a fistful of your hair, and he ejaculates on to your chest. You smirk and look up at him. "You could have told me that you were close."

Rick's voice interrupts your moment with Carl. He shoots his gaze towards the cell door and pulls up his pants quickly. It was cute seeing him panic. You just wipe off Carl's cum with your shirt and put one of his on.

Rick walks in with Daryl behind, "You kids alright?" he asks suspiciously. "Heard a lot." Daryl grunts under his breath. Carl nods and shrugs.

"We were just wrestling."