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she did It again
she ran off with Daryl into the woods when we were on a run again. whispering to the group of some excuse and running off with him.
I tried to follow but with my Dad's hand locked on my shoulder, asking me to look for some products I don't even care about, I couldn't do anything but watch her body fade into the woods.
he clicked his pen and closed his journal, brow digging into his eyelid and he couldn't think of any reason you'd run off with him.
well, except one.
You and Daryl, were having sex.
It wouldn't make any sense to anybody else but him. Daryl was older and quite honestly hasn't felt attracted to anyone in years..
But in Carl's broken mind, it's the only logical answer.
"fuck" he muttered, throwing his head back on his chair as his feet lift it back, far enough to look out the window to see, you.
thank goodness your house was right across from his, he'd probably go crazy if it wasn't. seeing who comes in and out -seeing who comes in and out of your room is probably the most important-
and there you were, so blind to the fact that a boy, crazy in love with you was watching as you stripped your top off, sweat clinging to your body as you take the sticky material off
Carl scrambled to find his camera, grabbing it while his eyes were on you was difficult, but worth it.
you always change in your bathroom, always. What's changed? have you gotten so comfortable in Alexandria that you thought walking a couple of feet wouldn't make a difference?
well, it did. for him mostly.
his finger slide against the top of the silver machine, zooming in on your almost naked body. pressing the button that made flash fall everywhere, again, thank goodness your back was to him.
now you're taking your shorts off ever so slowly, almost like you were teasing him, pretty panties being relived as your hand snuck around your back to have your bra fall.
Carl's fingers spammed the poor camera's trigger as he took as many photos of you as he could, his dick throbbed for attention that was all on you, pants feeling so fucking tight he just couldn't wait for you to-
turn around
you turned around
now, funny enough, Carl wouldn't call himself a pervert. If it was on paper he'd check every box, but, in his -once again- broken mind, you wanted him just as much, you were teasing him, wanting him to take these porn-worthy photos of you, begging him to ruin his poor cock with orgasm after orgasm as his wrist pleading for a break as he thought of you.
you wanted this, just as much as him.
so when you spun around, pretty perfect tits jiggling in the air as your pretty blush pink panties hugged your pussy, don't blame him when he felt himself cum down his pants.
he spammed the photos taken so many as the flash flickered over and over again he got worried you might notice but you were too busy fiddling with something on your nightstand
and then you picked up a...dildo. where did you get such a thing? he doesn't even want to know, but, there you were, with a purple dildo and lube being pressed on it, even tho cum was starting to dry in his boxers, he felt himself getting unbearably hard again.
he moved the camera settings to record, placing it on the window seal as he watched you walk back over to your bed that he is so fucking thankful for is right in front of your window
the zip of his own pants was coming into his ringing ears as he took his poor throbby cock out, already jerking it back and forth as he watched you lay yourself out on your bed, spreading your pretty thighs and hooking a finger on your panties, pulling them down with the shiny essence of your wetness slobbered all over
"fuck, y/n" he groaned, picking his camera up to zoom on the pretty wet flower that is your pussy. his hand sped up at seeing your hand travel down to your cunt, he wabbled over to his drawer to pick up the pair of panties he stole from you that morning, the green print with an adorable white bow on top of them, he opened them up to see, white. white dried cum all over them.
he froze. looking back up to you where your fingers slowly rubbed your own clit, not aware that someone was watching you and recording you with your legs spread wide. he brought the panties to his nose as he sniffed the place your pussy sat all day, sniffed the place your pussy came in, he can hear your moans echoing in his head of your whining, cumming down your panties, fuck, he needed you so so badly
he kept the underwear up to his nose, smelling your pretty pussy as he watches you grab for the dildo, he sped up his wrist as he watched you slowly press it inside of your drooling cunny.
he placed the panties in his mouth, muting his groans as he was scared you'll somehow hear, he threw them in his mouth where his tongue -accidentally- lapped all over your cum, he didn't know what he was doing, he'll scold himself later because right now, you're fucking yourself with his huge ass dildo and he feels like he's about to explode
the camera focused on your pussy as your back arched, you were close, and the dildo slammed in and out of you as the purple got swirled with the white of your wetness
"fuck 'm gonna cum" Carl slurred with the fabric in his mouth, poor cock all red, standing tall as this is all he could've ever dreamed of...well, fucking you is first, always first.
he watched as your pulled and played with your pretty nipples, hips bucking up and up as you tried to hump your own hand, he watch as you bit into your pillow, crying out something as he watch your pussy convulse, creaming down the dildo as you whined, Carl was no better as he shot his cum all over the wall and himself, left in the most pleasurable sticky fucking mess
he watched you pant, taking the dildo out of you as the purple seems to be gone now with the sheer coat of white your pussy painted on it, stretching over to your nightstand as you placed it in a drawer, turn off your lamp as you pulled your panties back on your messy little pussy, just to roll back over and sleep like you don't have cum dripping down your leg, leaving carl in his own mess of a room, and his own mess of a head.
