Jealousy in its Natural Form
: in which Daryl just can’t seem to accept the fact that other people, let alone other men are able to eye his girl, so he takes matters into his own hands to stake his claim.
content warnings. 18+ MDNI, SMUT with a sprinkle of fluff at the end, f!reader, oral m!receiving, fingering (a little bit), unprotected piv, terms of endearment (baby), slightly rougher sex, but nothing too rough, jealous!Daryl, possessive!Daryl, slight teasing, pleading, begging, a little hair pulling
notes. guys is this good ? please be honest cause i am my biggest critic and I just hate everything I write lowkey. I CAN TAKE IT I PROMISE . . . also this is only slightly proofread.
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Daryl had already been in a sour mood. The one thing he had wanted when he got back from the bullshit that was his run with Rick was you. You were the cure to all his issues. One look from you and he’d be A-Ok.
But imagine his utter surprise when he’s walking up to you and he sees this man, this unknown, completely unneeded man standing over you with a smile that could only be described as disturbing.
Daryl knew you. He knew you better than he knew himself. He didn’t have to worry about you, but he did have to worry about this mutt trying to piss on his lawn.
You felt him before you saw him. He had that effect. You swung your head around to face him, that same bright smile filling your face that always did whenever you saw him.
“I didn’t know you were back,” you spoke in that soft voice that was strictly reserved for him. Whoever that guy was, he was long forgotten. Only to you though. Daryl’s eyes had not once stopped drifting back and forth between you and that man.
“Who’s this?” He questioned, finally stopping at your eyes.
“Dan,” the slightly shorter, but just as stocky man held his hand out.
“Dan,” Daryl repeated in a mocking tone.
“Dar,” you whispered, pressing a reassuring hand on his forearm. “Dan was just telling me about how he knows a lot about agriculture. Said he studied it in college. He wants to help out with the farming here and Hilltop.”
Daryl peered over at Dan before shrugging absentmindedly. “Yeah, we can send you to Hilltop.”
Far, far away from you, he thought to himself.
“I was actually thinking of taking a trip to Hilltop soon,” Dan smiled. Pearly whites despite being in a literal apocalypse. “Maybe you can join me? Just us two..”
Daryl didn’t miss the look that was thrown his way. It almost made him sock Dan right then and there, but he knew you wouldn’t have that.
“Oh, just us?” You looked between him and Daryl. “I don’t really go on trips without Daryl though. We work well together. There’s…order. You know?”
Dan gave you a tight-lipped smile and nodded.
“We actually have to get going,” you offered a polite smile. “You should talk to Laura. She kind of leads the whole agriculture thing around here. She’ll get you connected with Maggie.”
Daryl looked back more than a few times as you led him along, satisfied, or almost satisfied.
“How long did you stand there talking to him?” He slammed the front door harder than he meant to.
“Maybe…thirty minutes?” You tapped your chin. “I don’t know. I started spacing after he started talking about inviting me to his house tonight.”
That made him come to a complete stop at the steps. He whipped his head around to look at you with a very evident repulsed expression.
“Kidding,” you laughed, toeing your boots off. “He’s annoying, not bold.”
“S’not funny,” he sneered. “Why would you say that?”
“Because you get so worked up, baby,” you exhaled and ran your hands over your thighs as you sat on one of the stools at the counter. “I don’t even know why.”
“He was–” he cut himself off, trying to find a reason to justify his own emotions. Everything he tried to come up with in his head sounded stupid out loud. “You were just standing there, lettin’ him smile and flirt with you.”
“Oh, so you’re blaming me now?” You raised a brow and crossed your arms.
“Because that sounds like what you’re doing,” you cut him off. “I didn’t ask him to come over there and start talking to me. In fact, I tried to walk away, but he stopped me. Is that my fault too?”
“How’d he stop you?” He paused. “That asshole grab you?”
You rolled your eyes and stood up. “You’re really annoying sometimes, you know that, right?”
Daryl’s frown grew as you stepped around him and moved down the steps. He followed you down, watching as you undid your ponytail and ran your fingers through your hair.
“Don’t come down here accusing me of anything else,” you murmured, plopping down on the end of the bed. “I’ve been out in the heat all day. The last thing I want to do is argue.”
“Not arguin’,” he shook his head, caging you in between his legs. He was wrong to even think of taking his jealousy out on you. It wasn’t your fault you were so damn beautiful that everyone wanted a piece of you. “Don’t like other people even thinkin’ they got a chance with you.”
“That’s also not my fault,” you swallowed softly, leaning your head to the side as he pressed slow, wet kisses down your jaw.
“I know, baby,” he pushed his face into your neck. “Doesn’t make it any easier.”
“That sounds an awful lot like a personal problem,” you pulled back, searching his face. “But you’re upset, aren’t you?”
He hummed softly and nodded, tangling his fingers in your hair.
“Can I make you feel better?” you followed his body with your eyes as he stood up straighter.
“Yeah, ‘course you can,” he growled, tightening his hand around your hair to force you to look up at him.
You nudged him back softly, undoing his belt buckled and the button of his jeans before tugging them down and sinking to your knees in front of him.
You’d never admit it outloud, but of course you enjoyed him getting jealous. You liked knowing that he got upset whenever someone tried getting at you. It just made him even more attractive.
Call it toxic, call it crazy, but he was yours and you were his. It just worked that way.
He met your eyes through your lashes, then moved down to your swollen lips that were wrapped around him, eyes fluttering shut every time you took him deeper. It was a sight and it was not helpful in keeping him from releasing right into the back of your throat.
His body leaned forward slightly, pushing his length deeper as his hand cradled your face, thumbs brushing against the hollows of your cheeks.
“Mm, fuck!” He pulled you off quickly, tossing his head back as he tried to catch his breath. “Fuck, baby. C’mere.”
He pulled you up and into a sloppy kiss, his fingers digging into your sides. Yeah, there would probably be some bruises there later.
You felt his hands work at the button of your jeans before sliding into your panties, his middle finger slipping between your folds and teasing your clit. Your body arched into his, your lips parting as a shaky, breathless moan escaped.
“Dar, please–” you panted, nails leaving crescents in his shoulders as you held yourself up. You could feel your legs tensing as you got closer and closer to climax.
“Lie down,” he groaned, unbuttoning his vest as you sat back. His eyes darted all over your skin as you pulled your worn out t-shirt over your head and tossed it somewhere in the room. His arms reached around you, undoing your black bra while he alternated sucking on the dip of your shoulder and jaw.
He pushed you down so you were flat on the bed, slotting his leg between both of yours to open you up so he could get a good look.
“Fuckin’ perfect, baby,” he exhaled, pushing his thumb between your folds and spreading them apart.
You whined softly when the pad of his thumb brushed against your already sensitive bud and your hands lifted to reach for his face but his free hand grabbed them and pressed them above your head and against the mattress.
“Ain’t you supposed to be making me feel better?” He hummed, lifting one of your legs onto his shoulder before pressing a soft kiss against your ankle. “Let me enjoy this.”
“Shouldn’t you be making it up to me as well?” you grumbled, letting your fingers interlace with his above your head. “You hurt my feelings.”
Daryl hummed softly, pressing a few more kisses against your ankle before taking himself in his hand and running the tip through your folds. His hand came up and his thumb pressed against your bottom lip, resulting in a huff from him when your lips wrapped around it without any need for directions.
“‘Spose it can’t hurt no one,” he grunted, sliding just the tip in before pulling it out completely and repeating the motion a few more times while he watched you wriggle in anticipation.
“Stop playing around. Please,” you used your free leg to wrap around his hip and force them forward, but it was no use. Daryl was enjoying every bit of this.
Could Dan get you to act like this? Could he get you all worked up and begging for his cock like this? He didn’t think so.
No, only he could see you like this. Only he could have you spread open like this.
“You ready?” He rasped, sinking in slowly after your very eager nod of confirmation. His head fell forward as he bottomed out, his shoulders tensing and breath faltering. Your moaning combined with the way you were gripping him was damn near enough to make him come right there and then.
“Oh, oh…” you shuddered, arms and legs wrapping tightly around him, wanting to have him as close as humanly possible.
He started thrusting slowly at first, but it wasn’t long before he was snapping into you with every muscle fiber in his body. His grunts and groans, your moans and cries, and the sound of skin slapping was all that filled the room.
You were squeezing him like a vice, your teeth sinking into his shoulder as you tried to stop your body spasming from pleasure. You could feel the tightness coiling in your lower stomach and from the way Daryl’s pace became unsteady and untimed, you could tell he was just as close.
You were drowning in so much pleasure that you could practically see stars.
“I’m so–fuck!” Your eyes squeezed shut as the coil burst.
“S’all mine.” Daryl panted as you came around his cock, thrusting a few more times before sinking deep into you and letting himself go. You could feel him filling you up. A weird, but not completely unwelcome sensation.
He laid on top of you for a while, all 170 pounds, give or take, of him keeping your body pressed against the mattress. Both of your bodies were slick with sweat, the sheen only making you look more and more beautiful in his eyes.
“Yeah?” He lifted his head up slightly, letting his eyes land on your face.
“What?” You mustered up a weak smile despite how exhausted you were.
“S’all mine?” He repeated, palming the fat of your ass as he brought your leg up over his hip,
Your face softened and your smile grew a little. Then your hand pressed against his cheek, fingers swiping at the hair stuck to his forehead.
“Yeah, baby. I’m all yours,” you whispered, kissing his cheek. “Always, okay?”
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