Fifty shades of Daryl X Glenn

Chapter One

*Glenn's POV*

I curse at myself as I try to cover the fresh hickey on my neck. Of course, he had to do it there, didn't he? I end up trying to go over it with make-up, but I have zero experience with make-up so it looks terrible. Daryl comes into the bathroom, laughing at me. I glare at him, but then smile because I'm grateful for him fucking me hard like he does. He stands behind me, resting his head on my shoulder. His tongue makes its way across the back of my shoulders, and then onto my neck.

"Round two?" He asks.

He doesn't need to ask. It's not like I'd say no. I can't say no to Daryl. Those muscles, his big dick, just irresistible. I'd never turn down a chance for him to fuck me. Ever. That's not even an option. I'll give him whatever he wants, do whatever he wants, whenever he wants it. He's just too hot to refuse.

"Uh-huh." I mutter, closing my eyes and enjoying the feeling of his tongue running over my neck and face as he pulls my shirt off. He licks my back, making me moan and become hard. Then he stops, teasing me.

"C'mere, kitten." He grabs me and picks me up in his strong arms. He carries me into the bedroom, dropping me onto the bed. He climbs on top of me, connecting his mouth to mine. He bites my lip, begging for entrance to my mouth. I allow him, playfully touching his ass as he kisses me. His tongue battles mine for dominance, and he obviously wins.

When he finally pulls away for air, I pull my skinny jeans off. They'd become way too tight. He looks down at my cock and smirks.

"You love to feel my hands on that, don'tcha, ya 'lil slut?" He asks, giving me that look. Of course I do! I don't mind being called a slut. I am, just for him.

"You know I do." I tell him, looking him in the eye. The look I'm giving him, begging to be fucked. I need him inside of me, right now. I want it hard, fast and rough. Just the way he does it.

He violently grabs my head and shoves his dick in my mouth. He pushes all the way into my mouth, so I'm deep throating him. I swirl my tongue around his tip, making him moan in pleasure. I try to touch my own dick, but he slaps my hands away.

"That's my job, not yours." He tells me, holding my wrists together so I can't touch myself. "That's my job. I can touch your cock better than you can touch yourself."

I nod in understanding and suck on his length.

"Anyone ever... tell you that you're great at suckin' dick?" Daryl asks, moaning a tiny bit halfway through his sentence. I smirk and try to say something, but it's hard to speak with a cock in your mouth.

One of his hands strokes my hair lovingly. I don't want him to be like this. He won't be. This'll turn rough any moment, just how we both want it.

He roughly thrusts into the back of my throat, almost making me choke. His violent movements make me want him even more.

He pulls out of my mouth, not even allowing me to breathe before he moves and kisses me. He bites down on my lip. I can taste blood in the kiss, and I know it's not his blood. When he pulls away there's blood on his face. The sight of it makes me even more turned on. I didn't think that was possible.

"Daryl!" I beg. "Please just fuck me hard!"

He pushes me over the side of the bed, so that I'm kneeling on the floor with my hands gripping onto the mattress. He slowly pushes himself into me. I squeeze my eyes shut because it hurts a little. It's a nice kind of pain though. He pulls out, before shoving in at a harder and faster pace.

Both his hands make their way into my neck, gripping tightly so I'm choking. He tightens his grip, not letting me breathe properly.

"Ah, god, Daryl!" I manage choke out. It feels so good, but it hurts as well. One of his hands lets go, then I feel it running over my thighs, grabbing at my dick and stroking the tip. I shiver in excitement, wondering what he will do next.

I think Daryl has an obsession with my neck, as the next thing he does is kisses my neck once again. And then biting and sucking on the sensitive spot. I let out a small whimper, but I like it. My hands twist the bedsheets as Daryl pushes himself all the way in. He bites my neck even harder. I'm going to end up with another hickey that I won't be able to cover. Oh well, I'm enjoying this too much to tell him not to.

Words can't describe the pleasure I feel right now. Every time he shoves into me, he hits just the right spot. The way he's touching my dick, damn, I could cum right now. The waves of pleasure run down my spine, letting me know that I can't hold on for much longer.

"Daryl!... I think I'm gonna-"

"Not yet you ain't!" He tells me. "Not until I have!"

It doesn't take much longer. I manage to hold on. Daryl lets out a quiet moan. Then I feel him release in me, muttering curses under his breath. He's not cursing in a bad way, more like because he feels good.

With the feeling of his juices inside me, I blow my load on his hand, moaning loudly. I collapse slightly, breathing heavily. He brings his hand to his lips, licking off my cum.

"Ya taste good, kitten." He tells me, making me blush a bit. I'm not too good at taking compliments, even from Daryl. He pulls out of me and stands up. I try to stand, but I can't. He did me well, but hard enough that my legs don't work properly.

"S'okay, Kitten. You'll be able to stand in a minute." He reassures me. I know this is true, but I've realised how cold it is in here.

"I-I know. It's just... cold in here." I stutter, my breath shaking where I'm out of breath. He smiles and wraps a blanket around me. He pulls on a shirt and some pants and sits next to me, wrapping his arms around me.

"Your lip's bleedin'. Does it hurt?" He asks, just how much he really cares showing in his voice.

"Y-yeah. It should be fine." I nod.

He gently kisses my mouth. Afterwards he pulls away, telling me that he loves me. All I can do is kiss him on the cheek and nod, smiling like an idiot. I wipe my blood off his chin, looking into his amazing blue eyes. I just find it really weird how one moment  he can be so controlling and dominant, and the next he looks like he's sweet and could never hurt anything. I like him hurting me, not that that's the point.

"Can ya stand up now?" He asks in a loving voice. I smile and manage to get up. He smiles, muttering something that I can't hear. I walk into the bathroom, legs shaking. I look in the mirror, noticing the purple finger marks and hickies. I'm going to have great luck hiding these. Daryl appears in the mirror behind me, looking a bit guilty.

"Shit, sorry. I didn't know it'd leave marks." He mumbles.

I shake my head and look away.

"Glenn?" He asks.

"It's fine. I liked it." I give him a naughty smirk, which I can only hope looks sexy. It probably doesn't, but fuck it.

"Would'ya do it again?" He asks.

"Yeah, course I would. Dumb question." I say, smiling at him. He laughs and kisses me, before getting a damp cloth and holding it to my bleeding lip.

"If anyone asks, say ya got in a fight. I'm sure it's less embarrasin' for a pretty 'lil guy like ya." He laughs.

A/N- Well shit, what even happened? I sent this to my friend, Izzy, to see what she thought. She then responded with "Did they have sex?" Like did you even read it? My other friend, Alex (Alexis_undead), and she said the shipping was like the Titanic. XD

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