HORNY THOUGHT.
no beta we die like men. plus size reader. reader has a vag!
you’ve always loved having your cunt licked and slobbered over. you made sure to always have your baby eat you, and eat you well at that. daryl loves to eat. loves when you force his head into your pussy, and tell him to get to work.
he loves how you yank his hair if he teases too much. he loves the way you call his name like a prayer. it drives him nearly insane.
he cant stop, its all he can think about. and when he learns that… face sitting is an option… oh boy.
but before… men never wanted you over them. thighs thick and heavy. stretch marks pulling from your waist, hips and all the way to the tops of your plush legs. not only that but… you’re too … sensitive…
the extra weight is something daryl loves. mostly because he contributes the most to keeping your fat. always making sure to get you some extra game. sneaking you cuts of venison, and rabbit. but to you, it makes everything just slightly harder, because the angle is thrown just by how much of you there is.
of course this doesn’t stop daryl from begging you, to ‘shudda up n sit on ma damn face sunshine’
you shutter at the way he silences you, and slowly move to spread your thighs over his head.. and his arms circle from beneath you. heavy hands gripping your flesh tightly. it hurts. so good. you know it’ll bruise and it makes your cunt pluse.
daryl takes a long flat lick, and thats all it takes for you to topple forward in a cry. hips jumping away, face pressing into the mattress.
he’s emboldened by your whimpers and sounds, following you eagerly . tongue out and playing with your clit. lips sucking and practically making out with the sensitive bud.
at this point all you can do is pant desperately, breathing too hard. pleasure is coursing through you as your chest constricts. thighs shaking from staying up on your knees, hips rutting into his face.
after a particularly loud groan from your man, you moan into the bedding loud and debouched. spit begins to dribble out your mouth, until it’s full on drooling accompanied by quickened, harsh pants.
and OF COURSE daryl knows, he just knows that if he sucks on your clit in just the right way you’ll be cumming in his mouth. and he does JUST that. your hands splay over the sheets as you stutter, hips jerking as you come on his face.
daryl doesnt stop, arms rushing to keep you pinned to his face. he forces you to ride out your entire orgasm, drinking you up. your weight is heavy in his arms and its so hot.
grunting, its not until he decides that he might actually pass out does he let himself fall back onto the bed. he keeps your weak thighs steady, his chest heaving. hands dragging up your body to roughly grip the fat of your sides.
you blink hard, whining as once again your cunt aches just inches from his face… you hear a sickening slurp sound as daryl deliberately lets you know hes enjoying ALL of you, that he wants more because hes starved, hes been hungry his whole life. only you can satiate him. because hes never satisfied… he wants you more and more after every damn night and day in bed with you.
his dick is straining and painful against his dark denim, but he does nothing, focused on making you come AGAIN. because he knows you, one is never enough:
so he dives back, this time sending you to that peak much faster and much more aggressively.
his stubble scratches at your thighs, at the intensity at which he sucks and licks at you. rocking his nose on your clit as he teases your slit with his tongue.
and you cant help the way your thighs shake, almost giving out as you slide further into him. you are melting, and daryl is going to swallow you whole.
before you can even begin to form words, you’re cumming. and its harder than before, faster longer and theres this sharp pressure.
“ah fuck yes baby,” hes drinking you up by the mouth full, some spilling over his chin to wet his grey shirt, and sprinkle his chin and lips. “mm s’good.”
his southern drawl muffled by your thighs and distorted by your whimpering, neither of you fully lucid anymore.
you falling into that mind breaking pleasure, squirt dripping down your heavy thighs.
daryl is absolutely pussy drunk. mumbling and groaning about how good you taste. its all
“ya taste so fuckin good”
“another, jus one more firecraker”
“yer mine, all of you”
he’s nuzzling your thighs, and kissing over your cunt. he’s showering you in gentle love after the roughness. as if he didn’t just bury himself in your cunt. drowning in your juices like a intoxicated man near water.
he left your mind fuzzy and clit utterly buzzing from overstimulation. even as you lay back, breathing hard, your clit still pulses. you turn your head just enough to stutter out…
“i love you daryl.”