Daryl Dixon - Norman Reedus Imagines/Smut

Vixen - D.D Fluff

“Daryl if you could be any animal in the world, what would it be?” Glenn asked as the bottle of bourbon made another round of the small circle, “A wolf I guess” he said taking a swig and passing the bottle on to you, “What about you? What animal would you be?” Maggie asked and you thought a moment, “A fox” you answered thinking of the gorgeous little animals so often called pests. “Ya know what they call a lady fox? A vixen!” Daryl said seeming way more drunk than he ought to be after only a few swigs of the bourbon. The thought left you flushed, a vixen! That you hadn't known. You were usually a bit reserved, trying to get the job done rather than fool around and waste precious time that could be better used keeping up the walls that kept everyone safe or harvesting the crops to feed everyone for dinner. The look that Daryl gives you makes your stomach erupt into butterflies and you wonder if you have it in you to be a vixen. No woman has ever turned Daryl's head, few have tried to get past the thousand or so walls he hid behind to get to the man beneath. Perhaps it was time to fix that. Tomorrow evening he would be in the prison garage fixing his motorcycle as always, he would be alone since no-one else liked to tinker with cars or bikes which left him open to your foxy charms - or so you hoped. You go on a run in the morning and slip away from Daryl, Glenn and Maggie who are with you, you need a few supplies you'd rather they didn't know about, especially not Daryl!  Pretty lingerie lines the shelves of the adult store along with quite a few questionable costumes and toys. Blue, you think, to match his eyes. You find your size and duck into the changing room to try it on where you see it fits like a glove and shows off everything you have to offer. You can't help but admire the way you look but it needs something else, you slowly pull your hair free from the elastic that keeps it restrained and let it fall wildly about your face, this is definitely vixen territory. You add a few swiped of red lipstick and take a good long look in the mirror deciding that you've got the look down, now for the actual seduction. You hear a rustle but think nothing of it until the change room curtain is pulled back and you shriek, Daryl had found you. “We're out there finding medicine and you're in here playing dressup?” he says with annoyance colouring his tone, he still hasn't looked at you yet. “Daryl, I'm sorry I just wanted to find something pretty” you say and that's when he does look at you and the effect is instant. “Wow, you look really good” he says unable to keep his eyes off you now as they roam from top to toe trying to take it all in at once. “Do you like it Daryl” you ask lowering your voice and hoping it seems more sensual and you're pleased with the result, “If you wanted to fuck all you had to do was ask” he says raising his hands to touch you, gripping your waist to draw you closer. His lips are on yours before you can even breathe, his hands keeping you flush against him. “You're fucking gorgeous” he says as if he cannot believe that under what you usually wear, you were hiding all this. The lipstick is smeared on his face too but you like the effect, makes him seem insatiable and needy for you. You begin to undo his pants but he takes over and strips them off in seconds, stroking his hard member as he waits to see what you'll do next. You tap the counter top and find it sturdy, you move to climb on top but strong hands lift you there first making you blush a little, his hands travel down your legs and spread them apart before a single hand moves on to your core to toy with your clit until you moan loudly, unable to keep it in. “it's all right, make all the noise you want” he says as he kneels before your spread legs, you know what he's going to do but it doesn't make it any less exciting. His tongue is literal magic, dancing and teasing, licking and tasting every single inch of your core until you're a saturated mess on the very edge. Your legs are hooked over his shoulders and your hands rest in his hair gently but then he bites down on your clit softly and sends electric shocks of pleasure radiating through your entire body and you let go to ride the wave of your pleasure, lost in a sea of ecstasy. Panting Daryl pulls free of your legs and wipes his mouth, pulling you in for another kiss. You taste yourself on his tongue and it drives you wild so much you slide down off the counter and push Daryl back into the wooden change room chair. He let's out a groan as you lower yourself onto his thick manhood inch by inch until you've taken him all inside you and feel glorious. You wait a moment to get used to his size and then you move, you start slow with gentle rocking motions of your hips that have him whining into your hair for more, it's not until you switch it up and start riding him for dear life that he swears and cries out your name for all to hear. Your hands are braced on his strong shoulders as you set your punishing pace and you find yourself wanting him to speak your name again, to beg you for relief. “Fuck, I'm so close” he growls into your neck and the hot breath only makes you ride him harder until he loses it. Panting heavily, he releases himself inside of you and rests his sweaty head on your shoulder unable to speak. “So you were a vixen this whole time? Should have said something and we could been doing this a long time ago” he whispers in your ear and you grin. You'd done it. The Great Daryl Dixon had fallen for you feminine wiles and if that didn't deserve a drink, nothing did.