"this is bullshit" you huff, nail gliding on fabric after fabric, trying to find at least one item that would fit you.
"just keep looking...you'll find something soon" carl hollers from across the store, you bit your lip to keep back your remarks about how it's easy for him to say with him finding everything immediately. he didn't have to sort through thousands of crop tops to not even find a full-length shirt.
wiping the sweat off your forehead as the dry heat sinks into your open pores, looking down at the pile of shirts and dust you start to consider that crop top.
but you don't need a crop top. you need underwear, embarrassingly enough.
yeah, some shirts would be fine. but switching through 2 pairs of panties in this summer isn't an option anymore
you sign and kneel back down in front of another box, tossing mix-match socks behind your shoulder before finally seeing some thin fabric.
you freeze before reaching down, one finger holding it up as you examine the black thong
it's all they had. it's all you can get.
"found something?"
shit.
"uh..yeah" you ball the little number in your palms before whipping your head back and forth looking for your bag to shove it in
"woah, what's that?" you hear him say in almost a chuckle, for the first time this summer you feel your blood run cold as you stare into the box of clothing wondering what to say
"clothes. remember?" you try and say naturally to keep it together. it's not like he'd care, it's mostly you that would care with how sexual thongs are
"well...alright. let's get going, my dads gonna freak if we take any longer" he rambles and you reach over to drop the panties in your bag when you assumed he looked away
"oh. woah"
you clench your fist tight as you know there's no getting out of this.
"was that...a thong?" carl asks, flustered
"yeah, it was. it's the only one they had." you whisper slightly while grabbing your bag and standing
he stared wide-eyed at you like he's picturing the most lewd things imaginable
you check him with your shoulder for him to snap out and with him stumbling to catch up with you. as you sped walked to the car all you could think about was just going home.
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okay, this is more comfortable than you imagined.
you rest a hand on your hip as everyone packs up, they all just got here and seem to be already dying from the heat. you internally smile about how your shorts fit you today, looks aren't everything in the apocalypse but dammit wearing a thong makes you feel like it is.
anyway, the whole group is out today. and lucky carl got to test drive his way here so you know what that means. cocky. cocky. cocky.
it won't stop talking about how he was soo smooth and how even rick gave him the go-ahead to drive himself home -I think he was just as sick of hearing him brag-
as everyone started moving he kept talking to you, giving you pointers and tips because he's the all-knowing of course.
you let him have his fun but with almost an hour in you're sick of it now. you even noticed rosita side-eyeing you with a look of "really? he's still going?"
but once we made it to our location he seems to quite a bit, with boxes being moved to cars and cans being thrown into backseats we were finishing up with the first stop
maggie called out to you, pointing to a box in the corner that was seemingly forgotten, and asked if you could get it. you nodded and walked over to it just to hear footsteps following
"oh! y/n-" he goes off again and you tune out, bending over to grab it as you lift the heavyweight
you felt off and that's when you realized it was because he stopped talking. you almost spun around with a cocked brow just to see him staring at your lower stomach with the redess face you've ever seen
you almost smirk while looking down to see the hands of your thong wrapping around your waist
"carl, get over yourself" you mumbled while rolling your eyes, walking past him. with your hips swaying you smiled
sliding the box into carls truck bed you hop into the car to see him very carefully sitting down
"the fucks wrong with you?" with his hands on his lap you immediately knew the problem. good news is, you also knew how to solve it.
"seriously? from pantie straps?" you almost laugh at him, watching as he slightly squirmed from trying to hide his boner
"you can't make fun of me! do you know how hard it is for me when these summers roll around, now you're wearing thongs!" he babbles but you just reach over and palm him through his jeans, he groans out and you noticed the other cars have already left to the next location.
"fuck, we need to make this quick" you mumble before pulling him free, his cock almost red from being teased and strained so much just from his dirty mind.
his red tip oozed pre-cum as veins bulged out, you slide your thumb on his tip getting a jolt from him
"always the sensitive one" you murmured before stroking his cock, his eyes were screwed shut as your wrist works wonders
"do you know how fucking annoying you were today? tips? you think I need tips from someone who learned to drive a week ago? ya'know, I was planning to go off on you after you came into the car...looks like you had other things to worry about." your hand went faster, he mercifully bucked his hips into your hand as he whimpered and groaned
"getting worked up over some panties." you say almost through your teeth, he cries out sorrys and you feel a grin touch your lips
with one final groan, he came all over your hand, you sighed and wiped them off with a napkin nearby as you look ahead at the vacant road.
his breathing is still heavy as he tries to put himself back into his pants with shaking hands, he looked to you and you just glared at him
"wanna show me how great you can drive? or am I gonna have to blow you next?"
