fallin hard ☠︎ carl gallagher

thirteen

"How you doing ma?" Carl asked me.

I didn't speak. I kept my eyes on my phone.

"Ok so that's how we gon' play?" He raised an eyebrow, throwing himself next to me on the bed.

"Why are you here?" I sighed, annoyed as hell.

"I came to say sorry. I didn't mean for shit to go down like it did. And you're not just pussy to me," he laughed at his last comment.

I rolled my eyes.

"Do you like the flowers? I got up early to stea- b-buy them for you," Carl corrected himself and that made me laugh.

"What's so funny?" He asked.

"You stole those for me?" I raised my eyebrows, surprised he would do that for me.

"No. I said I bought them. The fu-"

"No. I actually think that's kinda sweet Carl," I slightly smiled.

"Pft, well then I stole the shit outta those!" He smiled.
I laughed loudly.

Carl got a little more comfortable, next to me, kicking off his shoes.

"So who's that livin with you? Because I know for a fact that can't be your mom," He asked.

"My older sister. Why?" I crossed my arms.

"She badddd," Carl replied.

"Fuck off. She isn't gon fuck you," I told him.

"I think she's into me." Carl rubbed his hands together, a look on his face as if he was thinking about something.

Shit, he lowkey knows.

"Don't even think about it. Ew!" I said. The image that formed in my head was horrifying.

Carl laughed, then looked over at my neck. He nodded his head, grinning ear to ear.

Fuck. I probably had the worst hickeys on my neck.
"Shit. Is it bad?" I asked.

"Terrible," he responded. "but now everyone will your mine," he licked his lips with the most devilish smile on his face.

Oh no. I felt tingly. Like I was starting to get turned on.

I rolled my eyes, trying to ignore the way I felt. "I ain't yours."

"If you keep rolling your eyes they gon' be stuck babygirl," he shrugged his shoulders.

Carl kept looking over my shoulder, trying to see what I was doing on my phone. "Hey!" I yelled when Carl snatched my phone out of my hands.

"What are you going to do?" I asked.

"I'm doing you a favor. I'm giving you my number," he said, typing.

I scoffed. "A favor?"

"Yup!" He said, popping the p. What should my name in your phone be? Daddy Carl or dagger dick Carl?"

I bit my tongue, not wanting to do anything with him right now, especially with Alex around.

I took my phone back, leaving his contact just as Carl.

"Your no damn fun!" He crossed and arms and playfully pouted.

"Not what you said yesterday," I smirked at Carl.
No matter how hard I try to not feed into him, I can't help myself. Fuck it.

He blushed, "I know what I said. You are freaky as fuck though."

"Oh, really? I am? I thought you just said I'm no fun?" I turned my head to the side, facing Carl completely. He laid against the headboard as I sat in his lap.

"If you're so freaky show me," he bit his lip, slapping my ass.

I squealed, wrapping my arms around his neck. I began to slowly grind on his dick, feeling his length grow under me. Carl's quiet moans made me even more wet than I already was.

I felt Carl's hand slide into my pajama shorts and I groaned, feeling him grab my heat.

"Baby has no panties on?" He looked up at me, smirking.

"Nope. What are you doing to do about it?" I seductively questioned, giving his the puppy eyes.

Carl started to say something when Alex came in to the room. I jumped off Carl, face palming.
I let him get to me.
Again.