Corpse_Husband x reader

The Box

"Where do we even start?"

"I dunno."

"Hey pup! What's this?" I yelled from the kitchen. "What?" I heard Corpse say from the other room before he appeared in the doorway.

"Oh my God! That's my old salt and pepper set," he giggled. "My friend gave it to me for my 19th birthday."

I mean, what would you think if you saw two Pigs fucking each other!

We both looked at each other and burst out laughing.

"I'm almost done with the kitchen. How's the bedroom coming along?" I asked, trying to stay on schedule.

"Almost finished. Just need to pack up the bed and nightstand," he replied, giving me a quick kiss on the cheek before heading back to work.

Once I finished with the kitchen, I went to find Corpse. Stepping into the bedroom, I noticed just boxes and the bed were left.

"Oh, hey! You're done with the kitchen?" Corpse asked, emerging from the bathroom with a small box in his hands.

The box looked familiar. Oh, crap.

"Y-yeah, I'm done. Let me help you with that," I said nervously, reaching for the box. But before I could take it, Corpse had already opened it.

"What's even in th-" he started, then paused when he saw what was inside. "Oh! There it is," he laughed. "Is what?" I asked, pretending I didn't know.

Corpse pulled out a small, purple 'wand-like' object. The wand he had ordered for that two-day trip with Karl and Nick, but it arrived too late, so we never used it.

We locked eyes as he held it, and he just... smiled.

That's not good.

"Baby, I have an idea, and you're not going to like it," he said, stepping closer and placing the box aside. His now free hand moved to my waist.

"Please, no-pup, we still have to pack. It's

already 6 PM, and we need to be done by 8," I tried to reason with him. "We'll still pack. There's nothing stopping us, and we're almost done."

He had a point. All that was left was the bed. But... this felt new.

"Hmm... O-okay, fine," I finally gave in. Corpse grinned like a kid who just got free candy. I couldn't help but smile back as we kissed, slowly moving toward the bed. When we reached it, he gently laid me down, him on top.

His fingers toyed with the waistband of my joggers. I accidentally moaned into his mouth, giving him the chance to slide his tongue in, exploring every inch.

A few minutes later, I bit his lower lip and pulled away. "You know, we need to take this bed down in like an hour," I teased, knowing full well we'd finish packing just in time.

"Okay then," he murmured, pulling my joggers down and placing the wand where it was intended.

"I h-hate you," I stuttered, caught off guard by the sudden stimulation.

"Love you too, my little kitten," he whispered, giving me a final kiss on my forehead before stepping away to grab his phone. Oh, this part...

I quickly pulled my joggers back up, watching as
he typed something on his phone. Moments later, I felt the wand start on its lowest setting.

I squeezed my thighs together but soon relaxed. "L-let's finish packing then," I said, trying to act like nothing unusual was happening.

We finally finished packing, but every time Corpse pulled out his phone, the stimulation increased. Yeah, I was definitely screwed.

Most of the boxes were already in the moving truck when we got a call from Clay.

"Hey! Are you guys almost done?" was the first thing he said.

"Yeah, just a few boxes left. Who's there already?" Corpse replied.

We chatted for a bit while loading the last boxes into the truck. Then we did one final check of the apartment.

It was... empty. God, I was going to miss this place-the sweet and, well, other memories we made here. It was just... I don't know.

"You ready?" I heard Corpse say as he closed the bedroom door behind him. "Probably..." I replied simply.

We left the apartment, handed the keys to the landlord, got into the car, and drove off.

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