Prompt 11 w/ Daryl Dixon x reader like some really smutty stuff
The Run
Warnings: SMUT, 18+
Summary:
A/N: SORRY FOR IT BEING SO LATE! Am SLOWLY getting off my hiatus, but I am coming back to catch up on the anons i’ve missed. I hope you like it!
“Are you kidding me?” Daryl yelled, chasing after you in the house, not even caring that the neighbors could see him yelling at you, or the fact that you had tears running down your face.
“Are you kidding me?” You yelled back, turning on your heels, facing Daryl with wide eyes. “I had that shit under control.” You pointed, seeing his chest rising and falling, the anger in his eyes, and it was because of you. “If you didn’t have to be mister save the day all the fucking time I would’ve had it!” You felt more tears fall, dropping off your cheeks and landing on your shirt.
“Oh, so you’re just gonna be risking your life like that on every run?” He yelled, his voice rising the more he talked.
“I had it under control!” You screamed, trying to get it through his thick skull. “I’m not some damsel in distress that needs you saving me every second. I have gotten this far surviving on my own!” You knew what he was trying to say, that maybe you could be reckless sometimes, and maybe you do need someone there for you, but sometimes doesnt mean all the time, and you weren’t expecting to have a babysitter everytime you went outside the walls.
“Yeah, risking your life for some bottles of water is really something.” He scoffed, turning his back on you.
“Are you serious?” you scoffed back, lifting a hand and wiping away some of the tears. “Do you just want me staying here? Playing some little house wife for you to come back to when you go out on the runs?” You bit back, feeling what was once some saddness, was now turning into anger as you stood there, wondering if maybe Daryl did want you staying here from now on, not contributing to the group anymore.
He stood there, silent, letting your words sink in. You were hoping he would say no, say that they need you on the runs, that being stuck here wouldn’t do anyone any good. but he didn’t, he simply stayed quiet.
“Fuck you, Daryl.” You mumbled, shaking your head as you walked passed him, not wanting to be in the same house as him.
You barely got a foot away from him before he grabbed you, a strong hand wrapping around your wrist, tugging you back.
“Let go of-”
“Shut up.” He growled, cupping the back of your head before pulling you close, lips clashing together. You moaned in surprised, pushing against his chest, not wanting to give in so easily. But the grip he had on you, and the arm that was wrapped tightly around your waist, it was a waste of time trying to get away from him. And after a short time struggling, you finally melted against him. Hands that were once pushing him away, were now grabbing his shirt, tugging him close, feeling his lips move against yours as you greedily accepted what he was giving you. You knew giving into him this easily was going to be a slippery slope for you, but right now, that didn’t matter.
He held you close, lips moving against yours passionately. But you could tell there was frustration behind it as well. The way his hands gripped into your skin, almost like you were going to slip away, trying everything he can to make sure that didnt happen.
“Daryl.” you mumbled against his lips, trying to pull away, trying to explain to him, but he wasn’t having any of it.
“Stop talking.” He mumbled back, walking the two of you towards the couch, pushing you back onto the cushions, looking up at him with swollen lips and wide eyes.
“Daryl I-”
“I said, stop talking” he huffed, grabbing your face, squeezing your cheeks together, keeping you in place. “I’m sick and tired of you not listening.” He clenched his teeth together, staring down at you, his eyes wondering over your body. You could see the thoughts running through his mind, trying to figure out what he wanted to do with you. You took a deep breath, clenching your thighs together at just the mere thought of him taking you here. It was so wrong in so many ways, but you couldn’t bring yourself to stop any of it. “Take off your pants”
Chills ran down your back at his command, but all you did was stare at him, wondering if this was really happening.
“I said,” He paused, leaning down, hand still clenching your face, his own only an inch away from yours “Take off your pants.” he lowly said. He released your face, leaning back and watching you.
It was almost like your body had a mind of its own, your hands reaching for your pants, slipping and finding the waistband of your pants, finding the button and undoing it quickly, shoving at the material quickly. The rough fabric rubbing against your skin. You kicked them quickly, the pants and shoes being shoved away as you sat there, the breeze making goosebumps rise along your skin. You sat there, thighs clenched together as he stared down at you, almost like you were some piece of meat.
And you liked it.
You wanted to say something, you wanted to ask him what else he wanted, but at the same time, you knew that if you did it would probably just start more problems for you. And you sat there, quietly waiting for his next command.
“Your shirt.” He mumbled, his eyes flickering down to your chest for a brief moment before back to yours.
You moved quickly, arching your back as you pulled the shirt up, flinging it over your head and onto the floor. The hair that was loosely in your ponytail now hanging freely along your shoulders.
He didnt say a word as he reached down to his pants, fingers working at the belt, slowly dragging the leather piece open. It was almost instantaneously your mouth went dry as he pulled the belt from the loops, tossing it to the side carelessly as he grabbed at his pants. Tugging it open, slowly pulling at the zipper. You stared, swallowing as he pushed the pants down, tanned skin exposed to your eyes.
Your eyes widen as his cock slipped from his pants, bobbing lightly, hard and red. He was impressive, long but girthy, chills running down your back at the sheer size.
You licked your lips, wanting to feel the weight of it in your mouth, and that's what you were going to do.
You looked up at Daryl, licking your lips as you pushed yourself off the back of the couch, slipping down the cushions as you dropped to your knees. You were surprised that he didn’t say anything, simply just watched as you dropped down. You took a deep breath, shaky hands sliding up his legs and to his thighs, feeling the muscles flex underneath your palms. You slowly wrapped a hand around his length, smirking as you felt it flex in your hand, a soft grunt leaving his mouth as you slowly started stroking. You could feel him tense under your hand, moaning softly at your hand.
“Jesus” he sighed, dropping his head back. The smirk stayed on your face as you leaned forward, giving the tip a small lick, feeling a rush of chills as he groaned louder. You took a deep breath, bringing your hand down to the base of his cock, before leaning forward again, his cock sliding between your lips and against your tongue as you took him. “Fuck!”
You moaned softly, slowly moving your head, letting your tongue circle around the tip of his cock, feeling it pulse and harden even more in your mouth. You squeezed your thighs together, feeling yourself get wetter and wetter as you sucked him off, hearing his mumbles.
“Stop.” he mumbled softly, dragging his hand through your hair, grabbing at your locks, pulling you off his cock. He pulled you away, you gasped as you looked up at him, spit covering your swollen red lips. The two of you barely said anything as he pulled on your hair, lifting yourself up as he grabbed your hips, turning you around and pushing you back onto the couch, knees hitting the soft cushions, hands grabbing at the back holding yourself up. You breathed deeply as you felt his hands roam over your skin, rough fingers grabbing at the waistband of your underwear, tugging them down, the loose fabric wrapped around your knees as you kneeled there.
You shivered, goosebumps rising on your skin as you heard him step closer, feeling his thighs brush against the back of your thighs, his cock brushing against the rise of your ass, some precum smearing along your skin. You sighed, feeling him grab himself, lining himself up with your entrance, dragging the tip through your soaked lips.
“Daryl.” You mumbled, dropping your head against the back of the couch, wiggling your ass just a little bit. Not a word as he slowly sank into your warm walls, stretching you to his size. You gasped, a slight pain to be stretched, feeling each inch force itself between your walls, waves of pleasure mixed with pain shooting to your stomach, your legs already shaking, and he barely moved.
“Jesus Christ.” He gasped, staring down at where the two of you were joined, watching as he was fully seated in you, pulling out slowly to see his cock already wet from your juices.
“Oh my god.” You gasped, your toes curling. Daryl set a steady pace, watching the way his cock split you open, just slowly working himself into you, enjoy the steady pace. But you? You wanted more, you wanted to be dominated, you wanted to just feel… dirty afterwards.
You bit your bottom lip,wiggling your hips just a little bit, hoping that he would catch on to what you wanted. And he did, he knew that you wanted it harder.
He reached for you, grabbing one of your shoulders, pulling you up and against his chest, gasping at the sudden movement. His body grinding against yours.
“What do you want?” He growled into your ear, his rough hands reaching around and grabbing at your breast, roughly grabbing against the fabric, pulling the cups down, his warm hands gripping you. “Tell me.”
“Harder.” You whimpered, reaching and grabbing his wrist. “Fuck me harder, please.” You begged.
He huffed against your ear, pushing you back down against the couch, grabbing at your hips. “Stay still.” He mumbled, his grip tight on you as he adjusted himself, planting his feet, and started moving.
A small shriek left your mouth as he began moving, hips slamming against your ass, his cock slamming into you over and over. The sound of skin slapping against skip echoed through the living room. You were a blabbing mess, moans and whimpers filling the air, huffs coming from Daryl as he used you. “Daryl.” you whimpered, feeling his hands tightening on your skin, bringing you back against his thrust harder, his cock hitting you perfectly each time, feeling it in your gut as he slammed into you. “Oh my fucking god, Daryl.” You cried, feeling your walls flutter around him, getting wetter and wetter. Your juices drip from his cock.
He placed a hand against your back, pushing you into the cushions, face squished against the fabric. He grabbed at your wrists, tugging them, keeping them behind you as he held onto them in one hand, keeping you trapped there, and you didn’t want to be anywhere else.
At this angle, it felt as if he went deeper, if that was even possible. You could feel the soreness settling in already, the back of your thighs, you were sure, were red and bright. And you loved every second of it.
“Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” You repeated, begging over and over again, feeling the tightness in your stomach building and building with each thrust. Daryl not letting up at all as he fucked you.
“I’m close.” He grunted, fingers digging into your wrist, a hand gripping the flesh of your ass. “Gonna pull out-”
“No!” You gasped, knowing it was going to make a mess, knowing that there was going to be a stain, and honestly, there was a part of you that wanted that mess, but there was also a part of you that didn't want to be constantly teased about it whenever someone came over. “Don’t ruin the sofa!” You gasped out, knowing this was a ridiculous excuse. You heard Daryl chuckle, his hips faltering, his pace losing their rhythm. He grabbed at your arm, his hands grabbing at your elbows, pulling you up slightly off the couch.
“I’ll just have to cum inside you then.” He huffed again, his pace picking up just a bit. You nodded lazily, feeling that build up in your stomach become tighter and tighter, needing that release.
Skin slapping against skin as he continued to use you, the bruising pace quickening as you felt his cock twitch, the member pulsing inside you. You gasped lightly, feeling the way his thighs and stomach tighten against your thighs and ass. “Please please please.” You begged, feeling him twitch one again.
“Fuck fuck fuck.” He grunted, snapping his hips, and finally.
“Oh my god.” You smiled, feeling him thrust against you a few more times and finally he came, filling you up to the brim, his cum covering your walls in white as he grunted at each wave.
“Come on. Come on.” He grunted, continuing his trust, wanting you to cum. “Lets go, lets go.” He encouraged, thrusting just a bit hard, his cum leaking from you and around his cock, dripping down your thigh.
The two of you were still making a mess either way.
“Daryl.” you warned, feeling that tightness in your stomach, expanding and expanding. “I’m-”
“Lets go.” He huffed, drilling into you until that tightness finally… snapped.
“Daryl!” You cried out, your thighs clenched together, feeling yours and his cum dripping down your thighs. “Oh my-” You moaned lowly, dropping your head, his hands still grabbing at your elbows as the two of you rode out your orgasms together.
He lazily thrusted into you, feeling those lasting waves as the two of you calmed down. He let go of your arms, instantly dropping to the couch in pure euphoria as you kneeled there, just processing everything that had happened. You moaned softly as you felt him slip from you, your swollen lips covered with cum, the sticky fluid dripping from you even more now that he was no longer in you.
“Get dressed.” He mumbled, grabbing his pants, tugging them on. “They’re gonna wonder where we are.” You hummed at his words, sitting up slowly, whimpering at the soreness between your thighs.
“Mmm, let them talk.” You smiled, looking over your shoulder at him. You locked eyes, giving him a tired smile. And much to your surprised, he gave you one right back.