Daryl Dixon - Norman Reedus Imagines/Smut

Miss Me? - D.D Smut

You wait by the old tree just as you promised Daryl you would. Being in the prison means everyone sees what you do, there is no privacy and by now everyone has caught a damn good look at you naked because people just walk in without even bothering to knock. It was Daryl's idea to meet up outside the wall and he's late, part of you wonders if he's forgotten or been pulled away on a job. Midway through your worrying, you feel his arms snake around your waist and pull you back into him almost aggressively, it's been two weeks since you had been able to get down and dirty and it's been driving both of you insane. You mutter curses as he sweeps your hair out of the way to attack your neck with kisses and delicate bites that would leave purple bruises come morning. “Have you missed me?” he growls in your ear and by the hardness of his erection pressing against your backside, it's obvious he's missed you too. “Take off your clothes” you whine spinning in his grip to begin tugging at the sleeveless flannel shirt, he knows how needy you are but he's taking his time. By the time you've taken off every layer, he's just undone the fifth button of his shirt. You growl impatiently and near rip the shirt off his body, undoing his belt to slid his pants down. His erection is right there and you can't help but take him in your mouth, feeling him bump against the back of your throat and the sensation makes your eyes water. What you can't fit in your mouth, you massage with your hand, “Look at me” he commands and you crane your eyes up to look into his eyes. His fingers tangle in your hair and twist almost painfully but you just want to keep going until he comes undone and is a mess before you, it's the only times he's vulnerable. He seems to sense that and pulls out of your mouth with a wet pop! sound that echoes around you. “Hands against the treeand spread those legs for me” he demands sensually and you are quick to obey, feeling the rough bark beneath your palms. “So wet for me Baby Girl, you've wanted this for a while haven't you?” he comments as he drags his fingers through your slick folds before rubbing your wetness on his raging erection, “I'm always ready for you” you say back, ready for him in every single way possible. He pushes inside you hard and fast, his hands wrapping around your throat to grip nice and tight just how you like it. With every thrust you feel the bark hire into your hands as you steady yourself against his brutal pace, how you've missed this. He drops his hands from your throat to cup your breasts, to massage and tease before finally grasping your nipples between his fingertips to roll and pull them until you feel the familiar tingle of your growing climax begin to burn in your core. It's unfair how he can make you so needy, so desperate to cum that you'll say or do anything he wants but no-one else could fuck you senseless like Daryl does. He knows you're close, he can feel your walls clenching around him ready to squeeze his manhood dry of every single drop of his scorching seed until he's as spent as you are. “Fuck! Daryl! I'm so close” you choke out between frenzied moans as his left hand drops between your spread legs to rub against your throbbing clit with a pace matching his thrusts - relentless. “Cum for me, I want to feel you cum all over my cock” he orders with just the right amount of filth colouring his tone. You lose yourself to him and see stars when at last your orgasm takes you hostage. Daryl follows behind, releasing himself inside you with your name whispered a prayer on his lips. You lean heavily against the tree for support, your legs quiver beneath you as he pulls out of your warmth. “Come here Baby Girl, before you fall ass over” he says tenderly wrapping his arms around you to draw you into his chest. “Daryl? Where did you go?! Rick's been looking for yo- OH MY GOD I AM SO SORRY!”  poor Glenn definitely got a good look at the pair of you naked this time. You look up at your lover and see the smirk on his face, Glenn stands a few metres away with his back now turned to you and his hands covering his eyes. “Tell Rick I'll be there in ten” Daryl says which has Glenn near running to get away from this now ridiculously awkward encounter. “Meet me in the shower later?” you say as you help him dress, your hand passing over his now deflated crotch area. “You're gonna kill me with your sex drive you know” he says with a chuckle as he hurries off to look for Rick and what will rely be an awkward chat, “At least you'll die happy!” you call after him as you dress, already thinking about tonight.