Angel (Daryl Dixion x Reader)

~57~ (Lemon)

You were in the shower for all of fifteen, maybe twenty minutes before you started to wonder where the fuck your husband had gone. In that time you'd managed to wash your hair twice, wash your face, shave yourself to perfection, and even brush your teeth. Now you just stood in the hot water, absolutely soaking up the heat sliding down your tired body. You heard the door open and you smirk when you hear cloths flinging everywhere. You turn to find him stepping into the steamy shower, looking every bit the exhausted husband now. "What happened?" You ask a bit amused as he steps into the steaming water, sighing heavily at the question. "Shane n Abraham almost fought over who got the damn shower next. Glenn and Maggie were also gonna claim this apartment but I shut all that shit down." He explains in short. You snicker, "Abraham and Shane fought over a shower?" You ask, now very amused at that image. He groans in frustration, "Eugene wanted it after Rick. Carl was next, so Eugene bitched n Shane snapped at him. Rosita got involved to defend Eugene n it was all fuckin' down hill from there. Rick n I broke em up. Everyone is alright. Rick sent them to the other two houses to explore n bicker over those showers." He states in slight annoyance as he glances down at you. Sighing, you shaking your head a bit, "Of course he did." You state in amusement of your twin. He grabs a wash rag to start scrubbing the lair of dirt from himself before he lets himself touch your body, especially now that you were fucking immaculate. "Maggie washed our cloths. They're on the bed." He informs you before pointing over his shoulder, "Also grabbed towels." He adds making you smile. "Thank you, baby." You tell him softly as he finishes watching off and grabs the shampoo to wash his soaked dark hair.

"Mhm." He hums as he starts scrubbing his head vigorously. You refrain from giggling at him and his hurried pace, wondering if his hair would curl up after being freshly washed now that it was way longer. You wrap your arms around his waist, hugging him from behind, watching the soap slide down his strong back, right over his scares and tattoo on his shoulder. A sly smirk works its way up onto your lips, deciding to tease him, just a lot more. Pay back for earlier when he teases your breast as he held you from behind. Your hands slide down his abdomen, his breath catching a bit from your nails gently scraping along his sharpe v line. He wanted to glance back at you, but couldn't now that the shampoo was running down his face in thick trails. "You need to use conditioner now that your hair is longer. You'll regret it if ya don't." You tell him as your finger tips ghost up his already hardening cock. Taking in how velvety soft his skin was against your finger tips. He breathes a light laugh at you, "No fuckin' way." He retorts seriously, like that was the most ridiculous thing he'd heard all day. Even as he tries to keep himself composed while you tease him worse than before. Your grin at his answer, your hand wrapping around his length firmly, teasingly squeezing him lightly. "Mm-" he lowly grunts out as his hips instinctively buck into your fist. His cock was instantly rock hard and throbbing in your hand. "Wanna try that again?" You ask softly, as your thumb circles his tip so very slowly. Just the right amount of cruel teasing pressure that has him letting a shaken breathe leaving him. His head tipping back and jaw working a few times as he refrains from moaning. His hips pushing ever so slightly forward into your hands pressure. Desperate for your fist to slide down and then back up again.

He's silent, unable to think of any words to give you, which makes you slowly slide your hand down him. "No answer?" You tease, your lips brushing against his back as you slide your hand gingerly back up his cock. Your thumb swirling along his tip again ever so slightly, making his cock jump against your fingers now light grip. One of hands slips behind himself, just to grab your ass firmly, pulling you against his back farther. The other wrapping lightly around your forearm of the hand that was now teasing him so deliciously, debating guiding your hand. You smirk against his back, as your hand slides down him quicker with a batter grip, then back up again to run over his tip. He groans lowly, letting his head drop as his grip tightens on your forearm trying to pull your hand back down himself. You nip at his back, your thumb circling his tip again, roughly in retaliation this time. "Be good, n use your words pretty boy." You tell him softly. He grunts lightly at the pressure, his hips jerking into your fist. "Fuck, angel.." he breathes lowly, voice already desperate for more as your hand slides back down him so slowly. "There ya go. Not the answer I'm lookin' for though-" you tell him lightly as your hand slides back up him, only for your thumb to gently caress over his now weeping tip. He'd nearly forgotten what you'd told him, so consumed with the feeling of your wicked hand and thumb working him over. He nods lightly, "Fine. Fine ya win- fuck, angel. Please... don't stop." He breathes out as your thumb swirls over his tip again.