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Your day had been peaceful or as peaceful as it could be with your lover out on a run. You knew that there was no reason to be worrying yourself, for the man could handle himself as he had proven on more occasions than you liked. But you couldn’t help your anxious glances towards the forest every time you were outside that day. 

Your worries had been as clear as day especially for Judith as she had been nothing but fussy in your arms, something she almost never was. Once you realized the kind of effect your anxiety had on her you quickly handed her over to Beth, who of course gladly took her from you. Instead you offered to help the Grimes boys with their gardening, something they happily accepted.

As nightfall came your worries didn’t stop, they just seemed to grow with every passing minute, what else were you supposed to do. Daryl had not yet returned and neither had the rest of the group that had gone with him. It had you antsy and Carol was quick to notice, as the mother hen she was, she had stolen you away to help her prepare for dinner. You were grateful as it kept your hands and especially your mind occupied.

But the group still hadn’t returned after dinner had been eaten and everything had been cleaned up. You turned yourself in early hoping that time would go by faster if you just closed your eyes for a minute, but of course sleep never came, your thoughts keeping you awake.

They had kept you so occupied that you didn’t notice Daryl’s return until you felt the weight of his body dip the mattress. You turned towards him so quickly it wouldn’t have been a surprise had you snapped your neck. “Daryl…” The relief was clear in your voice.

“Sunshine…” He spoke, mimicking you with a little smirk on his face, it almost felt like he was mocking you. He leaned down, one of his arms stretched over you, his hand planted next to your waist as he kissed you. It was quick, too quick for your liking you almost pouted at the big man towering over you. But with the way this man was looking at you right now, with all the love you could see shining in his eyes you quickly forgot about whatever bratty behavior you were gonna pull on the man this time.

You cradled his face in your soft hands, your thumb brushing over his cheek. You softly pulled him down towards you, kissing him, soft and passionate and a little longer than he’d just done. “Love you.” You murmured against his lips.

“Ah know.” He said as he kissed you again with a smirk on his lips. In moments like these you wondered if you were truly the brat in this relationship, but that was something for you to ponder about later as all your attention was focused on Daryl and the way his lips now started to heatedly move against yours.

You moaned and suddenly Daryl was moving atop of you, placing himself between your thighs as one of his hands moved under the hem of your shirt. The feeling of his warm hand against your cool skin sent shivers down your spine. “Not here.” You whispered, scared that someone might hear you as the cells in the prison weren’t exactly sound proof, with curtains for doors. 

You didn’t stop him though when he pulled off your shirt. "Yes ‘ere." His gruff voice spoke in your ear before he kissed you again and again until you finally gave in with a moan. The possibility that everyone on the perimeter might hear what you were about to do quickly left your mind as you felt your desire for this man grow.

He moved himself slowly down your body from your lips to your jaw, making his way towards your breast where he stopped. He reached behind your back to undo the clasp of your bra and you eagerly pulled it off of your body. The moan that left you when he started suckling on your nipples was apparently too loud for Daryl’s liking as he slapped his hand atop of your mouth in order to muffle your sounds.

“Quiet.” He ordered when he did so. His tone had you biting his hand without even thinking about it.  Daryl let out a hiss and glared at you, you giggled and by the look of his face that had been the wrong move. Without even wasting a second he flipped you over on the mattress, you almost drooled at the show of strength. 

The sound of a slap to your ass echoed through the prison walls. You let out a surprised gasp at the stinging feeling now coursing through your body. Suddenly Daryl was back on top of you, the weight of his body pressing yours into the mattress. “Ya brat.” He hissed into your ear. “Ya know ah first thought about takin’ ya slow when ya kissed me just now, makin’ it all about your pleasure, but ah think ’ve just had a change of heart.” 

You heard him unbuckle his belt and you didn’t even wait on him to press your face into the mattress, doing so yourself as that singular sound had some very sinful noises coming from the back of your throat, and after the slap on your ass you had been painfully aware about all the life you knew was outside of your shared cell.

Daryl didn’t even bother with taking your panties off, just putting them to the side as he rubbed his thick cock along your folds. “So wet for me, like always. Such a good little slut ya are.” You let out a whine at his praise. “Ya like that huh, being such a good slut for me. Is what you were made for, ain’t that right girl.”

As he finally pushed his tip inside of your pussy you couldn’t help but let out a strained moan at the stretch. He leaned over your arched back, softly shushing you. “It’s alright sunshine. Breath for me, in an’ out.” You did as you were told. “That’s it, just like tha’.” He praised you again as pushed his cock inside you inch by inch. 

“Daryl~” Your voice was muffled by the pillow as you spoke his name, but the man above you had heard you, loud and clear,  and didn’t waste a second shoving the rest of his cock inside your already full pussy. The whine that suddenly decided to come out of the back of your throat only spurred the man on even further, his hips starting to move in small but sharp thrusts. 

Your breathing quickly picked up as he kept hitting that spot inside of you that made you see stars. One of your hands grabbed the back of his neck as he was suckling on yours, keeping him as close to you as was physically possible with his dick already being inside your pussy. 

You kept repeating Daryl’s name like a prayer and it only had him picking up his pace, pounding into you like his life depended on it. The sound of your creaking bed had never been louder as it moved with every thrust of Daryl’s cock inside of you. At this point in time you really couldn’t care less about anything but reaching your own high and it seemed like Daryl was having those exact same thoughts if the sound of his grunts in your ear were anything to go by.

“So close babygirl, so close. Almost there, ahm almost done.” You pulled him against you even tighter, using as much strength as you had left to do so, not wanting him to go and take all of this pleasure with him. You were not done yet and even though he wasn’t yet either you knew he would finish before you yourself did, deep down you were afraid that he might leave you hanging and won’t let you cum just to punish you. And a punishment that would be; after exposing yourself like you did, to the entire prison population, for him. The least he could do was make sure you had a pleasurable time that was worth the dignity you had just sacrificed.

But of course this big strong man couldn’t do that to you, for just like that one of his hands had slipped down the front of your body and had found its way to your precious and sensitive little clit. It had been begging for attention and now that it suddenly got it it almost seemed to cry with joy or at least you were the one to actually cry out. A few tears escaped your eyes as your orgasm crashed over you so suddenly. Daryl’s arms, tightly wrapped around your shaking form, kept you grounded. Quiet “thank you’s” fell from your lips and you didn’t have the energy to feel the slightest bit of shame for them.

It was only as Daryl turned you back around in his arms that you realized that you had been so preoccupied with your own orgasm that you had totally missed his, but he didn’t seem to care much as he silently wiped his sperm from your body with his bandana. It was then in that quiet moment that you suddenly came to see him, his entirety, for the first time since he had returned. The sight of a completely dressed Daryl with his dick out was not what you had expected although you should have known as you had just been having sex with the man, but you didn’t care much for your own obliviousness as you let out a snort.

“What?” Came from the man as he finished taking care of you.

“Was I really that tempting?” The confused look Daryl sent your way put a smile on your face. “Couldn’t even take a moment to properly strip yourself from all those clothes, could have given me a show.”

“I think you two have put up enough of a show for the rest of our lives thank you very much.” You suddenly heard Glenn grumble from behind your curtain doors as he walked past.

And in that moment as you looked Daryl's way to see his reaction you were sure that your face was as red if not even redder than his was as he burrowed his face in his hands with a groan.

Oh, how she loved her husband. In all the ways she possibly could. And he loved her too. 

And because she loved her husband so, she couldn't help but miss him the moment he left their home, the moment he left her. She knew he had to, his job was important, he was important. And he took his job seriously, another thing she loved about him, but what she loved even more was how serious he took their marriage as well, how serious he was about her, and his love towards her.

He showed it, happily. How did he do it? Well he'd come home at whatever hour of the night and she'd be there waiting for him on their bed with open arms. And he would quickly indulge in those open arms.

One moment he was undressing himself and the other he was inside of those arms. And he kissed her, kissed her nice and slow. Sometimes it would stay that way, for the rest of their evening. He would move down eventually, little by little until he finally reached her womanhood. And he would love and cherish it, pleasure it, pleasure her, make love to her, slow and passionately into the night.

Sometimes though, sometimes the kisses would turn rough. And with those harsh kisses sometimes came the possibility of him quickly manhandling her, so she was before him, with her ass in the air and face on the mattress. She knew he had had a rough day when he did so, but she didn’t complain. How could she when she was rapidly stuffed with his cock and fucked so thoroughly well.

She loved either one of those outcomes, it really didn't matter to her which it was. As long as he would perform his marital duties to her by putting his thick fat cock inside of her, where it belonged, she was a very content woman.

She knew she was going to be tonight as well. Sang-ho didn't dare leave her unsatisfied for one night, let alone two. 

So there she lay waiting for her beloved husband to come home and fall into her arms. She was warming their bed as she did so, like every night, so he wouldn't have to be cold as he fucked or slept, whatever way you wanted to look at it.

But as the evening turned into night she was beginning to get a little frustrated. She knew he couldn't control how long he had to be away with his work, but her hormones didn't care. They needed something, they needed him. The longer he was gone the bigger that ache between her legs began to grow. She was getting desperate, tried to get herself off. But nothing could compare to him, to his fingers, to his tongue, to his cock. A sound of frustration left her at those thoughts as she just gave up and lay there on the bed.

She was going to have a hearty word with him when he returned. She was going to make sure he knew never to leave her alone again. She knew it sounded selfish, knew it kind of was, but right now she really couldn't care less. 

She turned to her side with her back to the door knowing that when Sang-Ho walked in he would immediately be feeling guilty. Lying on her side was also how she fell asleep.

And asleep she was for a little while until she heard the door of her and Sang-ho's bedroom opening, announcing his arrival.

He let out a sigh, why she did not know but she hoped it was her 'sleeping' form that got that reaction out of him.

The door closed and she heard his footsteps move around the room. From what she could hear he put his sword down before he started undressing himself. 

When she opened her eyes to sneak a peek she could see his bare back being turned to her. But she quickly had to close her eyes again when he turned around to look at her from where he stood.

It was quiet for a while, it was suspiciously quiet. And then she heard his footsteps again. He was moving towards her, towards the bed. When he was standing next to the bed he sat down.

She could feel his gaze upon her. His hand lay down atop of hers, where it lay on their pillow. He caressed her hand softly before it moved up over her arm, to her shoulder and from there he eventually moved to the back of her neck where he stopped. He was playing with her hair and massaging the skin there, it felt good.

"Love-" He spoke, startling her slightly at the suddenness of it. "I know you're not sleeping. Your breathing pattern is different when you do." She cursed his skill in observation, but she did not dare open her eyes or respond. She was too stubborn to do so. "I knew you would be angry." He whispered under his breath with a sigh. His hand still doing amazing things to her neck. "I'm not going to give you any excuses." Great, she did not want to hear them. "But let me make it up to you at the very least." When she didn't immediately respond he continued. "Please… you know I love you. Anything you want, just please let me see those beautiful eyes of yours."

The moment she had heard the word anything she knew she had won. So she agreed to his plea; she opened her eyes looking into his. Oh, she loved those dark eyes, full of emotion just for her.

"Anything?" She questioned.

"Anything." He responded. She immediately knew what she wanted, how could she not. The ache hadn't left her, not even in her sleep and now that she was actually awake it had returned full force.

So without hesitation she grabbed his face in her hands and kissed him. Immediately some of that ache was eased, especially when he returned the kiss by pulling her closer with the hand that was still on her neck.

He rolled her on her back, him now leaning over her figure. He was lightly pressing his body weight onto her and the pressure of it felt amazing.

His lips left hers. They moved down over her cheek and jaw to her neck. He left marks there not scared of anyone seeing them. When he felt he was done there he moved to get their blanket off of her, getting frustrated when it didn't go as easily as he had hoped.

When it was finally off of her body he didn't waste a second as he pushed up her nightgown and quickly grabbed her legs, spreading them and pushing them afar as far as they could. 

Then his lips were on her thighs, her thick thighs, which he so loved to hold onto. The thighs between which he didn't mind having his life being taken away from him. He caressed them, he kissed them, he marked them. There were still bruises from the last time he had done so and he loved the sight of them.

He took his time getting to his destination and the woman beneath him didn't like it one bit. She had her hands tangled in his hair and tried pushing him to her center, but he was much stronger than her, they both knew it. She wasn't going to win. So she gave up.

He then finally reached her core and she was now trying to push him further into her heat. He gave in. She moaned out in pleasure and he had to hide the smirk on his face.

His hand moved upwards over her leg. And then his fingers were there, joining his tongue in pleasuring her womanhood. Her body shivered when one of his long fingers entered her. 

He moved it around with skill and it didn't take him long to find that one spot inside of her, the spot that always made her see stars. And then he added a second finger, intensifying the pressure and the pleasure inside of her. His tongue was still sucking on her little bud, but then his thumb joined in on the pleasuring. She was in heaven and it didn't take long for her to come close to the edge, to go over the edge, to orgasm. 

He eased her through it. One of his big hands was comfortably placed on her abdomen. He looked up into her eyes as his fingers gave a few last pumps. When he pulled them out he moved up her body and licked his fingers nice and clean. He kissed her when they were finally face to face and she could taste what she knew to be herself on his tongue. It tasted divine, she tasted divine and she could only hope he thought the same. But then a low moan left his mouth and she knew he did.

That moan had made the ache in her womanhood resurface again and although she was enjoying the kiss very much she could not help but think he could be doing something while he was kissing her.

Her hand reached down to the waistband of his pants and pulled on it, trying to get it off of his body. It didn't budge as much as she hoped. He felt her struggle and immediately began to assist her. It wasn't long before his cock was free and she had her hand wrapped around it in no time. It felt so right in the grip of her hand, it felt so good and she wanted it to feel good for Sang-ho too. So she pumped her hand up and down that thick veiny cock which she couldn’t entirely circle with her one hand, but it didn’t matter as it pleasured him still or so she had concluded at the sound of the moans he let out in her ear. She could feel his pre-cum covering himself and her hand, which made his cock nice and slick just as her folds have been all night.

As she felt this she pumped his cock a few more times before guiding it to her opening, which was as ready and willing as ever. When Sang-ho felt the head of his dick touch his wife's womanhood his body almost immediately reacted. 

She felt him grab her waist tightly in his hands before smashing himself inside of her, his cock being quickly engulfed by her folds and only coming out just to find its way back home inside of her as he rapidly trusted himself inside his wife over and over again. She moaned out at his almost brutal pace. Her hands found their way to his back, holding on to it as tightly as she could and leaving marks in their wake as she tried to ground herself.

He tilted his head up to look her in her eyes as he continued pounding her with his thick cock. “You are so beautiful.” He told her as he moved one hand up to her cheek, cradling it and giving her a sweet kiss on the nose as he did so. “Will you please forgive me my love?” He asked her, trying hard to keep his sexual sounds at bay as he asked her.

She looked at him and it took almost all of her power to come up with an answer and saying it out loud. “Make me cum and maybe you’ll get the answer you want.” She told him teasingly. It was only a minute later that she came to regret those words. A dark look had shone in Sang-ho’s eyes at those words and before she knew it he had flipped her on her stomach and was pounding her like he was a beast in rut. She took it, willingly and with much pleasure, as she herself wasn’t that much better, basically having been in heat all night.

And because of their animalistic mating it didn’t take long for her to reach her high again. She moaned and then it was over almost as fast as it had come. Sang-ho had noticed this too with the way she was clenching around his cock so he slowed down his pace. 

She thought he was just simply riding her through it, but he didn’t stop. He gently put himself and his weight on top of her, careful not to crush her. But his rutting inside of her didn’t stop for a second. “Sang-ho?” She questioned him.

“Sshh.” Was the sound that came from him. “I haven’t finished yet.” Was then finally the explanation that came out of his mouth followed by a slow but strong thrust directed at that one spot inside of her that had always given her pleasure. She gasped as a shiver ran through her figure.

“Please…” She begged him as the pleasure of his shallow thrust quickly became too much for her to handle.

“Almost there.” He told her. She could hear him breath and gasp in her ear as he used her for his own pleasure and release just as she had done him a few moments ago. And then he stilled as his cock was fully sheathed inside of her. Her name rolled from his lips as he came, filling her up with his thick seed. 

She was so full of cock and cum it was exhausting. But when she thought he was moving to pull himself out and clean them up he didn’t. He turned them to their sides so they were spooning, he positioned them in a way that his softening cock wouldn’t be able to slip out of her hole and covered them with their shared blanket.

When she tried to move around to face him so she could question him, his grip on her waist tightened. She felt him massage the slight swell of her stomach as he spoke. “Go to sleep love, you must be exhausted.” When she went to open her mouth he spoke again. “You can forgive me in the morning, now sleep.”

She didn’t want to give in, but she was simply too tired to stop her eyes from closing.