Carl Grimes Imagines ➹ Smut&Fluff

Birthday Sex (Chandler's Birthday Smut)

Chandler's family and friends all sit in a circle around the birthday boy. He smiles at everyone singing, and laughs when they finish. He closes his eyes and wishes for something that nobody would ever know. You smile at Chandler while everybody claps and cheers.

Everyone gathers in the living room to eat their cake and watch Chandler open his gifts. He grabs the first of the pile that's wrapped in blue wrapping paper. He tears off the paper and stares at the gift. It was a box of records.

He smiles and reads the card that states who the guest that gave him the gift was. It was his mother who gave him the records. He hugs her and thanks her. He opens all of the other gifts containing Carl Grimes merchandise, some clothes, and the last, most precious gift, was from his parents. He opens up a huge box, and begins to search through all of the paper. He pulls out an object. Jingling car keys.

His eyes widen and he gasps. He looks up at his mom and dad. He jumps up and throws his arms around them, "Thank you so much!"

Chandler runs out to his new car while his old car watches sadly in the driveway.

It was a very basic gray pick-up truck. Grayson, Chandler's younger brother, runs to the door and swings it open. Chandler yells and runs over to the driver's seat. He pushes Grayson out of the car, and pats the seat. "(Y/N), get your butt in here."

You step forward with hesitation, but run to the truck. You hop on to the seat, and pull the door shut. "We'll be back in a little bit! Love you!" Chandler shouts out the window.

His mom nods, and Chandler starts up the truck. The engine howls, and Chandler presses his foot on the pedal. It roars forward, and you hold onto the center console in fear, and Chandler smirks, "It's safe, you're fine."

You sit back, enjoying the drive, "Where are we going?"

Chandler adjusts his grip on the steering wheel, "You'll see."

Chandler pulls up to a hill. He parks the car, and looks at you. He stares out at the view in front of you, "I would like to fuck you in the back of this truck, is that okay?"

You stare at him, "Yes. That would be great."

Chandler leans over and kisses you harshly. He cups your face with his big hands, and moves them down to your breasts. You smile to yourself. The seats get in the way, so Chandler hops out of the car and invites you in to the back of the truck. You stare at him from your seat on the passenger's side, then shrug.

Chandler and you lay on the cold and uncomfortable surface. He takes the ends of your shirt and pulls them up over your head. He waits for you to take off your bra, so he takes off his shirt quite quickly to enjoy the view. You reach your arms around your back and unhook it. The bra falls forward, leaving you bare and exposed to Chandler's eyes. He takes off his belt while you take of your jeans and underwear. Chandler puts his shirt down for you to lay on. Chandler removes his jeans and leans in front of you. His eyes roam all over your face. You lean forward and kiss him with passion. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you up over him. Your ass sits on his torso. He stares at you with hunger substituting the sweet look in his eyes. He scoots you down until you're just about at his chest. You points to you, "Can I have that?"

You nod, and he pushes you until your pussy was against his mouth. His tongue delves further, and works more aggressively than any other time before. Chandler closes his eyes while you gasp for air and grip his hair. You never felt the way he was eating you out before, it was all new. The few other times you both would have sex, it was sweet and gentle. He had something different in mind.

You couldn't help but ride his face because you were so close. You couldn't handle it anymore, making you explode with pleasure. Your legs were practically shaking. Chandler still works his magic even when you're basically screaming because it was so damn good. Your new favorite seat was Chandler's face...

You swing your leg around and lie next to him. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, and stares at the dark sky. You look at him and lean in, "My turn."

You crawl down to his dick and wrap one hand around it. You pump it a few times and then press your lips on the tip. You open your mouth and wrap your lips around the head. You take his length in and out of your mouth. Your tongue circles the head every time you take his length out of your mouth. He looks up and closes his eyes. His hand sits upon your head while you now give him pleasure.

Chandler's fingers intertwine with your hair, then he pulls it gently. He pushes his cock down your throat, and the sticky white liquid trails from the back of your throat to the tip of your tongue. You close your eyes and swallow. Chandler watches you swallow his cum, then lies back. You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand and lie next to him.

A rain drop falls on your cheek, and you open your eyes to see grey clouds hiding the gorgeous violet night sky.

The stars slowly disappear behind the clouds. Chandler sits up and runs his hand through his hair. You sit up with him and look at the sky. Chandler's lips press against your neck and gently kiss your skin. He pulls up his pants and hops out of the back of the truck. The truck bounces once he gets in the driver's seat. Your clothes were scattered, and you put each item on one at a time.

Every step was painful since you left your shoes in the car. The gravel shoots in to the soles of your feet. When you reach the door, your feet practically sigh with relief. You jump in and pick the pieces of rock out of your feet.

Chandler pulls up to his house. He puts the car in park and pulls out the keys. He sits there in silence with you. The silence was overbearing, so you open the car door. Chandler follows what you do. He and you race to the front door. He chuckles, "I win."

He opens the door and you step in. Chandler's parents sleep soundly on the couches. Grayson sits in the recliner with his eyes tightly shut. Chandler sighs and takes your hand. He runs up the stairs with you close behind. The hallway was dark and quiet. He opens his door quietly and shuts it once you're sitting on his bed.

"Want to just sleep over?" he asks.

You nod, "Sure. As long as I get the bed."

He snickers, "We'll be sharing the bed."

You open your mouth to protest, but close it, "Will your mom get upset?"

He shrugs, "Who cares?"

He slips under the blanket with you. His arms wrap around your waist and he rests his head on yours, he smiles.

"Goodnight gorgeous."

"Goodnight birthday boy."