Carl Grimes Imagines ➹ Smut&Fluff

Seven Minutes in Chandler's Heaven (Smut) *Part One*

The average looking house sits silently, with you staring at it, hesitating to go in. Everything is quiet, and it makes you feel uneasy. You take a deep breath before taking a step forward on their yard. You walk up to the porch steps, trying not to trip and make a fool of yourself before you even walk in. You stare at the door for a good two minutes or so before getting enough courage to knock.

A tall girl answers the door, she looks you up and down. You shift your weight from foot to foot, waiting to be invited in. She disappears behind the door, shouting something you couldn't make into words. She pokes her head back out and gestures for you to come in. You step in, looking at the group of seven sitting in a circle in the living room. You scan the room until you find Chandler. He smiles and pats the ground, as if telling you to sit with him. You follow his demand and sit close to him. Chandler looks at you and smiles again, "All good?" he asks. You nod.

A boy appears from the kitchen with a case of beer. He plops onto the couch, gulping a swig from the beer bottle. "Who wants to play a game?" he says, imitating Jigsaw.

The girl who let you in speaks, "Hell yeah. Pass me a beer. What'dya got in mind?" she asks, putting her hand out.

The guy tosses the beer to her, and she pops the cap. He thinks for a second, while chugging his beer. He finishes the bottle, and raises it."Spin the bottle?" he proposes with a smirk.

The group agrees, except Chandler and you. You both stay quiet. He jumps back in the circle and places his empty bottle in the middle. He spins it, and it lands on a random guy that you've never met. He looks uneasy, and then he spins it. It lands on the girl that let you in. He gulps, and she rolls her eyes. The main guy who probably lives here gives him an angry look, "That's my girl don't do any weird shit."

He smirks, and grabs the girl's cheeks. She melts in his grasp, and kisses back hard. He pulls her over to him, and grabs her all over. The girl's boyfriend turns red, "Yo, what the fuck man?! What the hell is your problem?! Asshole." he reaches over and pulls the guy away. He smacks him upside the head, making a few people laugh.

The guy who just was smacked laughs too, and wipes his mouth. The girl sits back with one of her girlfriends. They giggle about it to each other. Chandler runs his hand through his hair, and places his arm around your shoulder. You glance at his hand, carelessly resting on your left shoulder. The girl who just made out spins the bottle which lands on Chandler. His eyes burn holes in the bottle. He hesitates to spin it, but does anyway. It lands on the guy who brought out the beer and just slapped the other guy. The need for you to know their names pounded your head.

Chandler stares at him in horror. The guy laughs at Chandler and leans over. He presses his lips on Chandler's hard and quick. The guy leans back and smirks, then wipes his mouth. Chandler sits in shock. Everybody sits in silence, except the boy that just kissed Chandler. Chandler blinks, "What the fuck, dude...?"

The boy shrugs and spins the bottle, "That's how you play isn't it?"

The bottle lands on other people who give quick pecks, and on others who have a full out make out session. Then suddenly, it lands on you. You sit up, and quickly spin the bottle. It spins, getting ready to land on somebody who you would have to kiss.

The neck of the bottle points to.. Chandler. His eyes open up wide, and sort of... sparkle in a way. You look at him straight in the eye, and lean in. Chandler cups your cheeks with his hands, and places his lips on yours. They were soft... and somehow comforting. It felt as if you were at home, and at ease. The fact that you were in public upset you, you wanted more. His lips disconnect from yours. You open your eyes to Chandler staring at you just inches away. You both sit back, realizing that everybody in the room is staring at you. Chandler leans over slightly and whispers, "I liked that."

The game finished once everybody at least kissed somebody once. So they decided to play seven minutes in Heaven, with the spin of a bottle. The first person to be dared by the bottle was Chandler.

He rolls his eyes and spins the bottle, and it lands on you. Chandler and you both freeze, then look at each other. Some people groan and add little remarks about how unfair it was. They wanted a kiss from Chandler.

He shrugs and pushes himself off of the floor. He stands in front of the closet awkwardly, waiting for you to join him. He sets his phone for a timer of seven minutes. You pick yourself up and walk in to the closet, with Chandler following you.

The door closes, and it was pitch black. Chandler's hand touches your nose, causing you to flinch a little. "Sorry," he mumbles. You could just tell that he was blushing.

His hand cups your cheek, and his lips come crashing down on yours. He pushes you up against the shelves, and you wrap your leg around Chandler. He picks up the other, and you're off of the ground. Chandler's tongue forces between your lips, and you let him in. He shoves his hand down your stretch pants, playing with your underwear waistband. Your lips part from his, and his hand pulls at your waistband.

He places his fingers right above your slit, then snakes down. Your mouth gaps, waiting for his fingers to enter. His lips brush on yours slightly, and then collide with yours. His fingers stretch, touching the walls of your insides. You pant silently, trying not to indicate to the people outside that Chandler was finger fucking you inside this boy's closet. The desire for Chandler to go even deeper itched you deep down in your stomach. He took his fingers out slowly, and sucked on them until they were clean.

In that moment, you realized this is what you've always wanted. You wanted Chandler to fuck you, there was no time for that, but hopefully after this lame party.

Chandler dips his head down and cups your breast. His lips surround your areola, making you fidget and squirm in his arms. His tongue plays with your nipples, and it felt pleasurable in your stomach. It was obvious to you that you wanted more, badly.

The alarm goes off abruptly, ending the fun. Your mind dreads ending it all, and wishes you could make the seven minutes more.

You adjust your bra and pull down your shirt. He quickly opens the door, leaving you standing in the closet. Eyes from all around the room stare at you, and try to read your face. Your fingers brush the hair out of your face, and your feet pull you to the spot next to Chandler. His hand rests on your hip, his arm around you. He leans in, making you shiver because of his warm breath tickling down your neck.

He whispers,

"We'll continue this later, baby."