Heaven Is An Awaiting Girl . . . 𓍯𓂃
꒰ঌ Carl Grimes x Fem reader ໒꒱
This is straight smut so minors dni lol
— first time for reader and Carl but he's uhh, like, good at sex or wtv, worship, oral on reader, p in v, semi-dom!Carl, use of baby, honey, sweet girl, and doll, creampie (be safe, use condoms, blahblahblah), missionary, reader is lowkey babied/talked down to(non-degrading)…also Carl’s kinda ooc.
— This is very self-serving because I'm GREEDY!!! Anyways, summary! It’s not really a summary cause this is for sure p wo plot but that’s fine! (•ᴗ•) Basically reader’s like, really been wanting more than what Carl’s given her but a) she can’t communicate and b) she’s scared to ask. Eventually she does and Carl's like hell yeah beautiful ill give that to you and she's like yayy so awesome im your girl yay! I've never written for Carl before let alone any long-form (non drabble lol) smut so this might be buttcheeks…constructive criticism is greatly appreciated.
“I know you’ve been wanting this but, are you sure you're ready baby?” Carl asks sweetly, his lid hooded as he stares at your body lying beneath him.
You're undressed, your nightgown laying God knows where on the floor with your panties beside them. Alongside your clothes is Carl’s hat, lying upside down.
Carl wants to go slow. If he knows one thing about you, it’s that you act far more confident that you really are. You call it self gaslighting, he calls it compensation. “I’m ready, Carl. Promise.” Despite your soft-spoken words, he’s not certain he believes you and he’s entirely certain you don’t need to pretend when it’s just you two—you’re not, though. Lol.
“I’m gonna start small honey, kay? Warm you up.” Carl states, as self-assured as ever—Like he knows more than you do…(¬_¬)
He slowly slips off the bed, tugging your legs down to the edge so they’re hanging. “Y’okay with uhm…spreading for me?” His voice is so…
You can literally feel your brain go fuzzy. How can he say something so crude in such a warm tone? You comply with his request, your legs parting just enough that his head fits snuggly between your thighs. He’s only really going off of what he’s seen in the shitty pornos Ron would show him. But he knows better than to treat a woman like they do in those stupid VHS tapes. He’s slow at first, making sure you're comfortable, that he’s doing good. His lips press against your thighs, leaving little wet prints in their wake. While the consideration was appreciated, you weren't here to go slow—acting bolder than you truly are…really. You wanted to feel it, what Carl could give you. “Carl…please…” You whimper.
“What’s got you so needy?” He grins, not that you can see it. “Waited too long? I’ve been wanting this too, you know.”
For a pathetically long time. Not that Carl would ever admit that out loud!
Carl can tell you're getting desperate from the way your moans sound poutier, more impatient. Guess you're not a fan of teasing and the last thing he wants is to upset his doll. His eye looks up at yours for a moment. That doe-like look you're giving him…it’s enough to kill a man. He looks back down at your glistening cunt and—without any hesitation—dives in, tongue spreading your folds, waiting to hear the right sound, the indication he’s right where you want him. Carl licks and sucks, drawing out a moan. Shit, you moan so pretty and so loud. With your sounds replaying in his mind, he stays there, sucking on your clit like a man starved. He needs to hear more. “C-Carl…you-you’re- oh my god…”
“Good? M’glad baby. Wanna make sure you’re worshipped like y’deserve.” He murmurs, muffled by your cunt.
He goes back to your clit, his hand moving between your thigh and his head. Slowly, his pointer grazes your hole, gently pushing inside, only stopping when his knuckle prevents him from going deeper. He moans at the envelopment, the way your walls pulse against his finger. He’s like, certain you can handle another, so a second finger slides inside. Your broken moans have turned into whimpers at this point, louder and needier. “I- I can’t…” Carl cuts you off before you can discourage yourself.
“I’m sure you can doll, you're handling this so well.” His voice is stifled, lips still pressed against your puffy, slick sex.
Deep in your stomach, there was a knot tightening, begging to be loosened and released. Like a band that could snap at any given moment. “Carl, Carl, please…I- s’too much, I feel-“ Letting out a sharp cry, the spark ignites. Your legs shake and Carl moves his finger faster, curling up deep inside you.
“Oh my- Carl!”
Your back arched up off the bed and your muscles tightened, eyes blurring as your climax reached its peak. “Oh, angel…all that for me?” Carl’s…amazed at how good he seems to be doing, seeing your face after watching you come is incredible.
Carl lifted his head up, pulling his fingers out the moment your back settled. “So pretty, my sweet girl.”
Having brought his finger to his mouth, he licks and sucks up your release, wiping his chin clean with his thumb. “You did so good, baby.” Carl slowly climbed back onto the bed, kissing your forehead, his lips barely meeting your skin—he’s just as shaky as you are.
You panted, your hand shakily reaching for his own, wanting to be grounded after such an intense orgasm. “Fuzzy…” You whisper, your grip loose.
“Do you feel good? Okay?” He asks, his eyes searching for discomfort.
“Mhm…good.” You reply, your voice shaking. “Just need a minute.”
“That’s okay doll, I need to get my clothes off anyways. You’re gonna be okay if we keep going?”
“Mhm…I- I wanna keep going.” Knowing you want this has Carl’s patience slimming—he feels like you right now lol.
His hand parts from yours. Slowly, he strips off his flannel, his shirt following. Then goes his jeans. You watch intently, head tilted and bottom lip buried beneath your teeth. His boxers are the last to go, parting from his thighs with a string of pre-cum. Just from eating you out alone he was getting off. Fuck fuck fuck. The prettiest number 6 you’ve ever seen. But, something’s missing…
“Carl…” You mutter. “The bandages. I’d like to see all of you please.”
Carl grimaced, his eye narrowing. “I don’t…I don’t think you wanna see it.” He replied quietly.
“No, really. I- I do. I wanna see all of you, please.” She assures, slowly sitting herself up to look in his eye.
“Please.”
Carl lets out a low sigh before he begins to unravel the bandages. The gauze hangs loosely against the bloodied fabric. He anxiously discards the bandages on the floor, looking down.
With trembling movements, you crawl to the very end of the bed, sitting up on your knees. You hold his cheek in your hand, your free hand’s thumb coming to push away the hair covering his scar. “Carl…you’re so handsome.” You whisper, kissing his cheek.
”Promise?”
“Promise.”
Carl returns to the bed, helping push your head to the pillow. He cradles the nape of your neck in his hand, holding it close. So stupidly passionate. You’re buzzing. “I’ll go slow.” He coos, kissing your forehead once more.
Carl tilts his head downwards, focusing on his flushed cock and not the anxiety he’s feeling. He wraps his hand around his shaft and guides it towards your vagina. You let out a weak whimper, hand grasping the sheets. The hand he isn’t using goes straight to yours, guiding it into his own. His thumb rubs your knuckles, helping to soothe you as he bucks his rosy tip inside of you. Your head presses against the pillow, grabbing his hand tighter.
“Shit.” He croaked, gasping as he drove himself deeper, the hand on his shaft going straight to the bedsheets to steady himself.
The velvety feel of your walls has him going mad, his breaths coming out slow and quiet, a stark contrast to the pace his heart is beating at. “This is- incredible. Fuck.”
Unlike Carl, your breath has been grabbed straight out of your lungs. “Carl- Carl…holy…hah…”
Carl keeps going to the hilt of his base, balls deep inside you, something he’s thought of over and over again. This picture—you beneath him, face full of bliss, legs shaking, heart racing. It’s plagued his dreams. Hell, this sight was all he could think of since the day he fell in love with you. “Perfect. You’re so fucking perfect.” He groans, slowly dragging himself out and driving back in.
You let out a loud gasp, head going slack on its side and your cheek pressing against the pillow, the casing now half-off. Your hole is soaking wet and Carl can’t get enough. “S’tight…fuck…” He groans.
Carl begins to pick up the pace a little, not too much, he’s afraid to hurt you. It’s just enough that his thrusts have meaning. Each slap of his hips against your ass has you melting into the sheets, chirping out moans. “You’re…so d-deep.” You squeak out, your breathing having grown heavy.
Carl’s hips stutter and his cheeks are washed in pink. His cock twitches inside you. He keeps pumping. “Inside you…” He replies breathlessly, his Adam’s Apple bobbing.
You just nod, your moans getting faster and louder. Both of you dumb dumbs can’t speak properly I guess.
“I’m- shit…close.” You whimper, holding his hand tighter.
“Yeah? You’re gonna come? Can you hold out for me?” Carl asks sweetly.
“Mhm…” You shakily lift your head to his, grabbing at his back to pull him closer so you can kiss him.
Carl understands what you mean, bringing his lips to yours. His tongue brushes against your bottom lip, letting him tongue the of inside your mouth. He loves the taste of you—fuck, can’t get enough.
He’s close now too, and you can feel it in the way his hips stutter. Carl loses his rhythm, mindlessly burying himself deep inside you over and over again just to make sure you’ll remember the mark he left. He whimpers your name into your mouth, his thighs spasming. His hand goes straight from your hand to your hair, tugging your forehead to his own to prevent himself from arching just from the feeling of him coming inside of you. You. Like you’re his, in a way. Not that it's possessive, no. More-so a reminder to himself. You wanted him, you wanted your first time to be with HIM. He’d argue you were more eager than he was.
Your second orgasm follows his own, causing your lips to part so you can let out a cry. Your cunt feels so good, but fuck the sounds you make feel so much better. He pants, kissing your forehead at least a dozen times before going slack atop you. He didn’t bother pulling out. Carl can’t, not when your pussy feels like being let into the gates of heaven.
You shakily bring a hand to the back of his head, petting his hair down as he plasters himself onto your body. Neither you or Carl have any words right now, you’re just…enjoying the space—or lack thereof?
Sticky with sweat, heavily breathing, and dripping with each other’s fluids. Just like the ‘heaven’ you dreamed of—a dream you weren’t aware you were sharing.
