Carl Grimes Imagines ➹ Smut&Fluff

Missing Something (Extremely Heart-Wrenching Smut) *Part Two*

Guys I'm alive, stay tuned for a little explanation after this imagine, much love. Oh and uh, please vote. Enjoy.

Exposed, naked, bare.

Not just my body, but my heart.

My heart, at this time, is stripped of all guards and barriers.

Maybe this is the right step.

Maybe this is the right step towards being at peace with everything that's happened and everything that will happen.

His kisses bring me to tears and I can't tell if they're tears of happiness, relief, sadness, or an emotion I simply can't put into words.

It's comforting, this emotion. For years I've felt nothing and everything all at once and it feels peaceful now. Just peaceful.

His hands run across my shoulders and down my arms. My hands in response look for his, they find him, and he finds me. My fingertips lightly press against the back of his hand. His skin was so familiar. The cracks, the calluses, every imperfection, the areas where I looked for comfort during the nights I had none.

I look back up to him, him. Oh my God, I just can't believe he's here. I thought he was dead. I thought he was gone. I thought he was no more, I thought I was no more, but he's here.

I'm here.

I put his hands on my waist and I place mine over his shoulders. He guides me over to the large pulpit up the stairs. He lifts me quickly so I'm sitting on the surface. The air between us turns heavy and I can feel it's pulse. His breaths are almost as loud, but falling short by just a little. But what is loud, is the sound of our hearts beating and pounding against our chests. Our chests touch, leaving our hearts with only a barrier between.

I feel so close. We're so close. I only separate from him for a second to admire him in the humid room. His heat lit up a fire in my throat, in my lungs, in my feet, in every nook and cranny of my physical being.

He was there in all parts of me.

Me.

Him.

I stop and lean back, admiring his face. He lets me, and I can't tell if he is doing the same.

However, I don't care if he is or not.

I lean back in, cheek to cheek, lip to lip. The church was always warm, but now it felt like Satan himself was there with us. There's sweat dripping down every inch of our bodies, but that doesn't stop us. Nothing could stop us from doing what both of us have been aching for, for what both of us have been dying for, for what both of us have been living for.

He closes his arms around me and I melt to his touch. We're both melting like candles and our skin drips with wax-like sweat. An aroma of sex and the sun fills our lungs. Such a passionate scent, sex and the sun.

He was my sun and God damn, I sure as hell would be his sex.

The emotions built up inside come out of my fingertips as I touch all over him. My hands grip at anything they can find attached to him.

Next thing I know, my arm descends, my hand grabs at his dick. It's already hard, and I gladly get down on my knees.

My hand wraps around it, my lips follow shortly after. The taste of his skin was wiped from my tastebuds, but it was still a very faint memory. My tongue craves to be closer, it swirls and cascades downward. A moan breaks through his soft lips he tries so hard to keep shut. My hand stays connected to my lips as I continue to give the pleasure that's slowly building up.

His hands wrap under my chin and he pulls me up to his face.

He looks at me, but it was so dark I doubt he could see me clearly. I hear him chuckle and sigh, I smile to myself. He kisses me, his lips connect with mine once again, his tongue so soft against mine.

His hands fall to my hips, he takes in a breath.

He lifts me so high, and his head dips so low.

My hands run through his hair as his mouth connects with the heart of my femininity. His tongue loops in and out, up and down, side to side. I felt his upper lip rub against my clitoris after every few seconds and it was heavenly.

My fingers delve into his hair and pull lightly a few times. His hands grasp around my hips and he pulls down harder, I yelp out. He's singing to me in a different form, harmonies and melodies made up of moans and groans. It was on repeat, repeat, repeat.

His tongue however, it whispers sweet nothings into the crevices of my nether regions with delicacy.

He breathes in and groans out, "Fuck I missed this. I missed you."

He looks up at me, we make eye contact. He stops and leaves a few tender kisses on my inner thighs. After a few blissful sighs, he places me down again.

The surface hits my bottom harshly but his hands protect the soft parts of me. He takes them out from underneath me and shifts his body until we're perfectly aligned, sex to sex. He slowly pushes in until there's nothing left outside of me. The familiarity rushed back with every thrust, it's such a relief having him back. Every problem just completely erased from my mind and now only thoughts of him reside there. My arms crash together around him, holding him closer. His hips buck and his mouth touches my cheek. He kisses my ear and quietly groans. His actions never fail to make me both blush and want to fuck him, and currently I'm doing both.

His cock fills me physically, but his company fills me in all ways I can't put into words.

After another breath he's pulling me down so I'm standing then quickly flips me over. His hands push down on my back until I'm at a ninety degree angle, I arch out of sexual frustration. I want him back inside of me. I press back against him until I feel my walls surrounding him again.

Now I'm the one pushing on to him. I grip on to the edges of the table as he lets out those noises I love so much. His hands clutch around my hips and pull me back to him. I feel his cock pulse and then shortly after he pulls out. I quickly get on my knees.

I take his dick in hand, put my lips around the tip, and start to pump back and forth. In a matter of seconds I could feel his cum shoot to the back of my throat. I look up at him and swallow it down. His hand falls from my head to my cheek, he guides me up to him. He locks eyes with me, kisses my neck, kisses my cheek, and slowly crawls to my lips. They connect, they fit together so perfectly. More perfect than any other kiss that's ever been exchanged between the two of us.

HI GUYS! Sorry if it ended a little abruptly, I might just make a part three wrapping it up, I'm not sure... let me know in the comments?

Sorry I haven't put out an imagine since September, hopefully you're grateful regardless. I worked on this every once in awhile but school was and still remains important ya feel? I lost touch with creative writing and was instead swamped with essays and papers from my teachers, I apologize for not being active. Hopefully I post more over this summer and over sophomore year. Much love, sorry for any mistakes!