Carl Grimes Imagines ➹ Smut&Fluff

Stressed Out Sex (Smut)

Carl bursts in to your shared bedroom and lands on his stomach right below you on the bed. He sighs and groans, running his hand through his hair. You look up from your book to Carl massaging your thighs. You smirk and stare at the gentle touch of Carl. He moves his hands down to your feet, and massages them also. You curl your toes, "Stressing, baby?" Carl asks.

You chuckle, "I think you're the one who needs a foot rub. You look stressed, not me. Rough day?"

Carl shrugs, "Work is hard. Always moving, y'know? It's all for the better cause though. Doing runs, fixing weapons, I do a lot for my dad. He's getting older, so I have to take up his position in a couple of years," he stares at your feet while rubbing circles.

You nod at his words and enjoy the foot rub. You place your book on the nightstand and turn your body the opposite way you were laying so you were face to face with Carl. He quickly pecks your lips a couple of times. You smile during the quick kisses, and he smiles back. He scans your beautiful face, "Come here."

Carl envelops you in his arms. Your clothes lay scattered on the floor along with his. He hovers over you, kissing you gently, but leaning in rapidly. The kissing turns to making out, and his tongue moves with yours. His hands find your body under the covers, and he grabs your breasts gently. Your mouth opens the tiniest bit, but nothing comes out of it. He moves his right hand down south and rubs it roughly, your mouth gasps wider, and a low groan melts out of your mouth. Your noises excite him more, and he kisses you again.

Your fingers trail through Carl's soft hair. Carl stops fondling you and pumps his member a few times before lining it up with your entrance. You watch him push in slowly, and try to keep your eyes open. He reaches the end of his dick, then pulls out slightly. He pushes it back in, but quicker. He continues, but gradually going faster each time. The only noises were the mattress, and lots of grunts and groans. That was okay, because there wasn't supposed to be much talking during sex, just love making.

The comforter covers the both of you, so you couldn't see anything. However, you somehow managed to easily find Carl's shoulders in an instant. You pulled him closer to you, and hugged him tightly against you. Your walls tightened around him, and you let go. You reach your climax and you subtly shake.

Your face scrunches, and he thrusts more sloppy thrusts until he's done. He pulls out and pumps a few more times until his cum runs down the head of his member. You watch him finish, and then roll over to the left side of the bed.

He comes back from the bathroom quickly, and hugs you tightly against him, resulting in the two of you spooning. Carl's cough breaks the silence, "The stress is gone for me, what about you?"

You shrug, "For now. I feel alright, it was nice. I like the aftermath better though. We cuddle, ramble, you fall asleep, and then your snores drift me to slumber. It happens a lot after sex."

Carl rubs your back, "Good observation. Never realized we had a routine."

Silence takes over the room, leaving it dead quiet. You feel Carl loosening up around you, "Goodnight baby," you whisper.

Carl snores lightly, and you close your eyes to the rhythmic snores. You breathe in sync with them. Sleep pulls you closer, and you drift off. Deep in to a dream...