PERVERTED II .ᐟ daryl dixon x fem reader
IN WHICH you find out daryl stole your underwear… and can’t help but find it a little hot.
WORD COUNT 1.7k
THEMES humiliation, sub!daryl, handjobs, overstimulation, repeated orgasms, shooting blanks, blackmail, more panty sniffing, panties in mouth, degradation mixed with praise, use of ‘good boy,’ cowgirl, p in v no rubber.
A/N thank you for the love for part one!!! & thank u to kash, whoever u are, for getting me ko-fi… you’re too kind. wanted to make this even better for u, so i added to the original draft. hope it’s to your liking!!
“daryl, rick has been waiting for you for like, ten minutes, what’re you–“
you paused in the doorway of daryl’s room, eyes wide and face hot. you meant to look away, obviously, you’re not a pervert. but clearly, daryl was.
because he had your panties wrapped around his dick, cum dripping down his shaft, staining the fabric. you had lost those awhile ago… and when you realize exactly when they disappeared, the puzzle pieces fell into place.
daryl was usually not a freeze person, but right now, he couldn’t move. he was prepared to get yelled at, beaten and bruised. once the initial shock settled, he scrambled to cover himself up.
“are those mine?” you asked sharply.
“no,” daryl immediately lied.
you folded your arms, eyes darting around to avoid staring at what was hidden under the sheets.
“daryl,” you warned.
daryl shuffled, eyes down. he couldn’t admit to what he’d done, not even if you saw it all. he’d rather die than say it out loud.
“daryl!” you repeated.
“okay,” daryl sighed. “i’m sorry. what do you want me to say?”
you crossed your arms, “you’re disgusting.”
“i know!”
you paused, hearing the immediate guilt in his tone. you could practically feel the nausea bubbling up in his throat. the image replayed in your head: daryl’s large hand wrapped around his cock, the white lace, defiled by semen…
“…was it good?” you asked coldly.
“what?”
“was it good for you?”
daryl swallowed. he was prepared for you to never talk to him again, to give you dirty looks every time he passed. he was prepared for you to tell other people how sick and perverted he was.
“answer me.”
“…yes.”
“sick,” you shook your head. “i-i don’t even know what to say.”
“yet you keep talkin’,” daryl muttered.
“my underwear,” you snapped. “mine. why? why did you need it?”
“i didn’t need it!” daryl snapped, face red in his hands. “i didn’t, i just – i-i don’t know! i saw them, a-and then you were coming, and i didn’t want you to see me with them, so i took them!”
“so you could jerk off with them?”
“no! it wasn’t like that,” daryl groaned.
“then what was it like?!”
another pause, and daryl took a deep breath. with pursed lips, he realized he couldn’t lie his way out of this. “was… sniffin’ em. ‘s all i wanted to do, but i panicked when you came in.”
your eyes narrowed, trying to process his words. the way daryl said it, like a guilty child. but there was something underneath it, something honest and raw.
“why?” you asked.
daryl shrugged, “cause, i… i dunno. cause you make me feel weird, and i can’t look at you most of the time, i don’t know! i just knew that… that they’d… smell good. cause you smell good.”
with a sigh, you stepped in the room and shut the door. slowly, without reason, you moved to sit at the edge of daryl’s bed. you knew what laid underneath those covers, but you were looking at his face.
“i’m sorry,” daryl repeated.
“what’d they smell like, then?” you asked, eyes hooded.
he was taken aback, convinced you were doing this to mock him. he shrugged, “i dunno. like… you. good. they… smelled good.”
“bet they stink now,” you snorted.
“i’m sorry,” he was nearly pleading.
“it’s okay.”
was it? daryl couldn’t imagine it could be any kind of okay. he ruined his friendship with you, and any sliver of a chance to get with you.
you smirked then, nudging him gently. “you’re kind of a pervert, y’know that?”
“kind of?” daryl rolled his eyes, his expression tired and anxious. “c’mon, don’t–“
“it’s kinda hot,” you cut him off. “if you ignore the fact that you stole them from my bathroom.”
“…do you want ‘em back?”
you looked at daryl with a puzzled, shocked look. you could almost laugh. “is that a serious question?”
daryl shrugged.
“no,” you chuckled. “i don’t want them back. just… don’t steal anymore of my clothes. there ain’t exactly a nordstrom rack around here.”
daryl looked down, soaking in the awkward silence. he still felt sick, but less so than before. at least you had a good sense of humor about it. he tried to ignore how sticky he was under the blankets, hoping you wouldn’t ask about it further.
“it’s hot?” he asked.
“huh?”
“you said… it’s kinda hot.”
“oh,” you scoffed, fiddling with your hands. “yeah, i guess so. in a weird, primal kinda way.”
you two shared a look, your eyes glossy with something close to lust, and a gleam so guilty from daryl he looked like a kicked puppy.
“let me see,” you finally murmured.
daryl blushed deeply, immediately shaking his head no. he wouldn’t even show a partner this pathetic sight, let alone you now.
“c’mon,” you tugged at the sheets tauntingly. “they’re my underwear, at least lemme see what you did to ‘em.”
“stop it,” daryl pushed you. “you’re such a dick.”
“please?” you breathed, leaning in close. “i might surprise you.”
another beat of silence, and daryl shakily, reluctantly, pulled the blankets down. his cock was soft now, but the panties told every detail. soiled, sticky and wet, still tangled around his shaft.
a mischievous glare appeared in your gaze, eyes flitting between the scene and daryl’s face. he couldn’t look at you. you had to get him back somehow, and with this new heat coiling inside you, you had a wonderfully twisted idea.
“think you can do it again?” you purred.
“please, please, stop,” daryl groaned, voice hoarse, head hitting the wall. “fuck, fuck, stop…”
your hand moved up and down, coated in cum, slick and fast. you’d been jerking him off for damn near thirty minutes, and daryl was losing his mind. “stop? why would i stop now? you look so cute when you’re like this,” you purred, squeezing the base of his cock.
“hurts,” daryl grit his teeth, grasping at your wrist. “come on, fuckin’ milked me dry a’ready.”
“do you want me to tell everyone what you did to my underwear?” you whispered, hand moving slower just to taunt him. “or do you wanna cum again?”
with a pathetic groan, daryl let go of your wrist. his breaths came wheezy and rough, and god, you were eating it up. he was adorable like this. the idea of him being sore and raw tomorrow made you unreasonably aroused.
“whiny little pervert, huh?” you taunted, slipping your clothes off.
even still, you pulled back, letting daryl catch his breath. he breathed, rubbing his temples. “ain’t ever gon’ let me live that down, are ya?”
you were glowing. “god, no. gonna make you cry.”
somehow, you got him hard again with a few strokes, and then mounted him. slowly, you sunk down onto his cock, hearing the raspy whine fall from daryl’s mouth. “fuck…” he hissed.
“oh,” you gasped as he bottomed out inside you. “damn… that’s good.”
“you’re gonna break my dick,” daryl grunted, hands resting at your hips.
“good,” you exhaled, licking your lips. “you deserve it… freak.”
with that, you grabbed the pair of underwear off of the floor that you had been wearing earlier, and held them above daryl’s face. you rolled your hips slowly, making him grit his teeth.
“you wanna sniff these, too? been wearing ‘em all day,” you purred. “c’mon. do it.”
daryl huffed, breaths heavy, and stared at the fabric. warm, musky. tempting. you waved them, grinning like a shithead. with a glare of disgust, he snatched them, and inhaled deeply.
“that’s right,” you whispered, leaning down to his level. “you like it?”
another grind of your hips. daryl’s jaw fell open. he nodded, too overstimulated to argue. “fuck… please, i can’t… cum again…”
you sighed, shaking your head, almost disappointed. then, you smiled, and shoved the panties into his mouth. “no more talking. you’re gonna cum again, okay, love? just one more.”
another roll of your hips, and daryl groaned into the wet fabric. the taste was unholy, and it made his cock twitch. he’d never been this aroused, let alone this overstimulated. he was near tears, thighs shaking as you continued to ride him.
“so pretty like this,” you grinned, eyes dark. “poor thing, ‘s prob’ly been so long since anybody’s given you what you really needed, huh? girls prob’ly think you wanna be on top, that they need to submit to you.”
daryl was thrashing, fisting the sheets, grunting and whining. “fuck… fuck off…”
“all you really need is someone to put you in your place, huh? all that talk, ‘n here you are, lettin’ me fuck you with my panties in your mouth,” you snickered.
his dick was sore, pulsing inside you, so close despite being milked dry.
“cum, daryl,” you said firmly, setting a daunting pace. “one more time. i’ll let you cum inside me. not that anything’ll come out.”
daryl shook his head, as if to say no, but couldn’t really get anything out, drool soaking into the underwear.
“do it,” you hissed, getting in his face, biting his ear. “cum, baby. you can do it. one more time. cum.”
one, two, three more tormenting bounces on his cock, and daryl spasmed. his climax hit hard, near painful as he whimpered through it. one hand reached up and grabbed your hair, yanking your scalp just to hold onto something. his dick thumped inside, but barely let anything out.
“there we go,” you praised, slowing your hips. “good job, baby. such a good boy. so good for me…”
daryl huffed, panting, trembling as he came down from the high. his hand released your hair, flopping onto the mattress limply. you carefully removed the fabric from his lips, letting him catch his breath. then, you slowly lifted yourself off of his softening cock, sighing as you did. daryl groaned, weak.
“wow,” you exhaled, laying down next to him.
a beat of silence passed. glancing over at daryl, he looked half awake, still shaking subtly. “hey, you good?” you nudged him.
“go fuck yourself,” daryl grunted, rolling onto his side, facing away from you. “you dun’ tell anyone about any’a this.”
you only laughed, knowing damn well this wasn’t a one time thing.
“secret’s safe with me,” you beamed.
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