high drabble about finger sucking and cunnilingus with daryl dixon
im obsessed with sucking fingers. and of course daryl obliges.
have you seen the way no food goes to waste? every last bit is always slurped up by this man. so why wouldnt the same apply to you?
you huff and puff before just demanding your boyfriend eat you out. he stutters, but your word is his command. thats when he lets you know hes never done this before…
you smirk grabbing his large hand, slowly bringing his fingers to your lips. a soft kiss on his knuckle, nuzzling into his warm palm. his other hand rubbing up and down your thigh. it has your cunt pulsing.
youre sick with need and so you make the move hes been waiting for. “gotta wet ya fingers first…” its all slurred
his blueeyes wide, he watches you open your plump lips, and seal them around the first few inches of his middle finger.
hes addicted, just as you are. theres a spark between you both as you sloppily suck around his middle and ring finger. they’re thick and its all messy. they hit the back of your throat in no time, and you’re OBSESSED. you cant stop, the rhythm drags you in. hips rolling into his chest as you close your eyes and hollow your cheeks. tongue swirling and forcing its way between his digits.
daryl is desperately trying to keep up, groaning at the way you swallow and suck on his fingers. he imagines your slick lips on his dick, neck, and biceps. and his heart is beating out of his chest.
it all comes to a stop when daryl yanks his hand back to grab at your jeans. youre whining at the loss but quickly scramble to help him
“need ya fingers in me”
“thats wha im doing”
and oh does he. when you say just eat. hes unsure at first but dives in.
he takes a few long flat licks up your cunt, rolling the tip of his tongue around your clit before kissing.
and its messy and hot and everything you need
daryls fingered you before, but the way you scream squeal and twitch when he EATS is something different.
your back is arching, legs closing around his head so hard he has to pin you down. and he keeps curling his thick fingers into your g-spot. the breath is knocked right out of you.
youre gasping hard, whining his name, coiling your hand in his hair so you can watch the way he works his face into your clit. making out with it, eating like his last meal.
you snap, when he sucks particularly hard, while rubbing that spot that you love so much. and you go limp after, weakly pushing him away. grabbing his wrist, and forearm with tears in your eyes hiccuping.
you beg him to stop, or at least give you a break.
he pulls off, and slowly removes his fingers. sitting on his hunches, dick hard in his black denim.
youre slouched with your weight on your hands, watching him, watching you.
he switches focus from your glistening cunt to his own filty fingers. and the speed in which he sticks his fingers into his mouth is a shame. he groans, slobbering to get every bit off of his hand and forearm.
you wont let him have a second helping of your cunt so hes licking up his leftovers of course!
“gross”
he just takes his winged jacket off, shirt spilling unto the floor.
“ill show ya dirty.”
