𝜗𝜚 A/N - lowkey improved in smut (guys don’t judge I guess I was feeling real freaky while writing this😭)
𝜗𝜚 SUMMARY - after you and Carl finally kiss, the tension just grows… and grows
𝜗𝜚 WARNINGS - smut, lowkey boob kink, use of Y/N, use of “good girl”, lowkey just kinky, unprotected p in v, kinda rough smut, rushed and fast paced writing, kinda detailed
Carl's hands roamed your body, one sliding up your back to tangle in your hair, the other gripping your hip possessively. You responded in kind, your fingers curling into his shirt, tugging him even closer. The kiss deepened, turning sloppy and desperate, tongues tangling, teeth clashing. The feverish need that had been simmering between you for so long finally boiled over, and you both surrendered to it fully.
Your hands slid under his shirt, feeling the hard planes of his abdomen, the defined muscles that spoke of his strength and agility. He groaned into your mouth as your nails lightly scraped his skin, arching into your touch. In return, he yanked the hem of your own top free from your pants, his hands sliding up your sides to cup your breasts through your bra.
You gasped at the sudden sensation, breaking the kiss to lean your head back against the wall. Carl took the opportunity to trail open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, down the column of your throat. His lips found a particularly sensitive spot where your neck met your shoulder, and he sucked hard enough to leave a mark.
"Fuck," you breathed, fisting a hand in his hair. The pain-pleasure of his teeth and tongue sent sparks of heat straight to your core. You needed more. Needed to feel him everywhere.
Carl seemed to read your mind, his hands deftly unhooking your bra and pushing it up out of the way. Your nipples pebbled in the cool air, and he wasted no time in bending his head to capture one between his lips, swirling his tongue around the stiff peak.
You cried out, arching off the wall, pushing your breast further into his hot mouth. He obliged, sucking hard, before moving to lavish the same attention on the other side. Your hands scrabbled at his shoulders, trying to pull him impossibly closer.
When he finally released your nipple with a wet pop, you were panting harshly, eyes glazed with lust. Carl looked just as affected, his own pupils blown wide and dark, cheeks flushed with arousal. Without a word, he gripped your thighs and hoisted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. You automatically clung to him, arms around his neck and ankles locked at the small of his back.
He carried you over to a small table in the corner, sweeping the dust and debris onto the floor with one arm before setting you down on the rough wood. The change in position pressed his obvious arousal right against your clothed center, and you both groaned at the contact.
Carl captured your lips again in a searing kiss as his hands slid down your sides to the waistband of your pants. He paused, pulling back slightly to look at you, silently asking for permission. You nodded breathlessly, and that was all the encouragement he needed.
He popped the button on your fly and dragged the zipper down torturously slow. Hooking his fingers in the waistband of your pants and panties, he slowly peeled them down your legs along with your boots, leaving you bare before him. For a moment, he just drank in the sight of you, eyes smoldering with desire.
Then he was kissing you again, hard and hungry, his hands spreading your thighs wide as he stepped between them. His fingers found your slick folds, stroking through your arousal with deliberate slowness. You whimpered into his mouth, hips rocking forward into his touch.
"Fuck, you're so wet," he groaned, circling your clit with the pad of his thumb. "All for me."
"Yes," you panted, tilting your hips to give him better access. "Only for you."
Carl smirked at that, two fingers plunging deep into your tight heat without warning. You cried out at the sudden fullness, inner muscles clenching around the welcome intrusion. He pumped his fingers in and out at a relentless pace, curling them to hit that perfect spot inside you with each thrust.
The table creaked beneath you with every snap of his hips, the lewd sounds of your wetness mixing with your escalating moans. Your orgasm built quickly, your walls starting to flutter around his pistoning digits.
"That's it," Carl rasped, thumb flicking over your clit in time with his thrusts. "Come for me. Let me feel you."
His words were all it took to send you careening over the edge. You came with a loud cry, body shaking and hips jerking erratically as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over you. Carl didn't stop, fucking you through it with those relentless fingers until you were boneless and gasping.
When you finally came down, Carl was watching you with a look of pure male satisfaction. He withdrew his fingers slowly, bringing them to his mouth to taste your essence. His low moan sent a fresh shiver down your spine.
"You taste fucking incredible," he said hoarsely, licking his lips. "But I'm not done with you yet."
A fresh rush of arousal flooded your core at his words, but Carl wasn't done proving his point. In one smooth motion, he undid his own pants and shoved them down just enough to free his straining erection.
You widened your eyes at the impressive sight. Large and thick, flushed red and leaking pre-cum from the tip. Carl caught your gaze and smirked knowingly before lining himself up with your entrance.
"Brace yourself," he said warningsly. Then he thrust forward in one powerful surge of his hips.
You both groaned as he filled you completely, your walls stretching deliciously around his thick length. He paused for a moment, letting you adjust to the sudden fullness. When you nodded that you were ready, he pulled out slowly before snapping back inside.
The table rattled with the force of his thrusts, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the small cabin. Carl gripped your hips hard enough to bruise, using his hold to pull you into every snap of his hips. You clutched at his shoulders for dear life, meeting him thrust for thrust.
"Fuck," Carl grunted above you, sweat beading on his forehead. "So goddamn tight. Feels like you were made for me."
"Just like that," you gasped out, nails digging into his back. "Don't stop."
Carl responded by angling his hips to hit that special spot inside you with each thrust. Your head thrashed against the table as your pleasure built again rapidly, so intense it bordered on painful.
"So close," you panted, feeling the telltale tightening in your lower belly. "Gonna come again."
"Yes," Carl hissed through clenched teeth, gripping your hips harder as his thrusts turned erratic. "Do it. Come on my cock like a good girl."
His dirty words pushed you over, your orgasm hitting you like a freight train. You screamed your release, vision whiting out as ecstasy consumed you. Distantly, you felt Carl's rhythm falter before he was coming too, spurting hot and deep inside you with a hoarse shout.
He collapsed on top of you after, both of you sweaty and panting, still intimately joined. For a few moments, there was only the sound of your breathing evening out as you came down from your highs.
Then Carl pulled back slightly to look at you, a lazy smirk on his face. "So," he said, brushing damp hair from your forehead. "That was... something else."
You huffed a laugh, still floating in the afterglow. "Definitely something else."
He kissed you then, sweet and slow, all traces of the earlier animosity gone. There was just this new connection between you now, electric and thrilling and oh-so-right.
When he finally pulled away, he nuzzled into your neck with a contented sigh. "We should probably get dressed before someone comes looking for us."
You made a noise of agreement but didn't move, just enjoying the feeling of him still half-hard inside you. In this moment, everything else could wait - the walkers outside, the prison, all of it. Right now, it was just you and Carl, finally giving in to what they both wanted.
And you knew, without a doubt, it was only the beginning.
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