#wormhole

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After such an inspiration drought I got a nice idea again and hopped onto the Emmet in Paris train

​i made this just a couple of days before the leaks and release of ZA

Chapter 44: Core end

This was a new low, even for Yan!Roommate. 

He sat in bed, ear pressed up against the wall your bedrooms shared. Your muffled moans and cries timed perfectly with how he maneuvered the pocket pussy in hand. 

He held his own voice in careful not to alert you despite the tight fit making his eyes roll. The silicon mold visibly stretched to its limits whenever he trusted in, clearly too big for the small thing.

No, this wasn’t a humiliating act–honestly he wasn’t above listening to you masturbate usually–but tonight the circumstances were a little different…

The package sat on Yan!Roommate’s desk, clearly meant for him with no return address, no labels, no delivery company–someone literally just wrote his name on the box and set it in front of the apartment door.

Not one for surprises, he didn't hesitate to cut it open. Inside, buried under some tissue paper, was a pocket pussy, “What the fuck?” 

You couldn’t have done this, it wasn’t in your nature to be so childish? Audacious? Stupid? Well maybe stupid, but he would never tell you that. He raised it to eye level–a flesh coloured rod, nothing special. 

His rough fingers touched the silicon entrance unsure if he really wanted to–shit it wasn’t even in the product packaging…he brutishly forced his ring and index in.

Yan!Roommate immediately jolted upright, dropping the toy onto the desk. The inside felt real, incredibly real. It felt fleshy, warm, tight, and wrapped around his fingers–no sex toy just does that.

Despite the impossibility, that wasn't what surprised him; it was your shriek from the room over.

He quickly shoved the pocket pussy back into the box–just in case–before walking up to your bedroom door, “Are you okay?” 

Your footsteps rapidly approached, opening it enough for your head to peak out, “Oh, yes! Sorry about that, uhm–I–I was just watching something scary…” 

You stuttered through your words, nervously laughing it off at the end.

Yan!Roommate could tell you made that one up on the spot–even before you said anything. Your face flushed red down to your neck and your eyes refused to make eye contact, contrasting how you usually stared into people when you talked.

He nodded slowly, pretending to believe your explanation; you flashed him a sloppy smile before slamming your door closed.

…

It's a stupid theory honestly and physically impossible, it makes Yan!Roommate cringe and scoff to even entertain the idea.

He's knuckles deep in the pocket pussy–your pussy. 

You tried, tried to hide those screams, muffling them into your pillow; not that it was working, he could hear all of it, your beds pressed up against the wall you shared in the same area.

An especially loud scream coming deep from your chest not even the pillow could hide sent the blood straight to his cock. His large, chunky rings getting caught inside you being the reason why.

It was warm, it was tight, it was wet–god, how could he not?

Without hesitation, he plunged his huge cock straight inside. You went quiet on the other side of the wall, breath caught in your chest.

There was something inside you, the sheer length and girth–it was in your throat; feeling the urge to vomit but lacking the air to even choke around nothing.

It's moving and it's vicious.

The sounds coming out of you is everything at once–a moan, a scream, choking, crying; all you could do was try to hide them from your roommate. Lest he comes in and sees you being assaulted by…nothing.

Yan!Roommate is anything but gentle. He's wanted–needed–this for so long. Sure it's not quite the first time he imagined, but does it even count?

He continues pummeling the pocket pussy, a ring of cum forming around the base of his cock. The sound of your cries stroking something sadistic and possessive inside him.

A couple more thrusts, just a few more–

The tear of the silicon didn't make a sound, and similarly you stopped as well.

“Shit.” Yan!Roommate came a second too late; the thick, abundant load leaked out the entrance and the growing fissure.

A sigh of relief came from the other side of the wall.

Yan!Roommate was a little disappointed, hoping to cum inside you, but he's satisfied…for now.

“Do you believe in ghosts?” you whispered, quick–he'd almost missed it.

“No.” You hummed in response taking in his answer; that's unusual you were very chatty in the mornings.

“Why?” he prodded; guess you were both acting out of character today.

“... no reason.”