#puresmut

Loved writing this 🖤 had a couple of horrible days and love getting lost in everyone's requests! You laughed a little as you watch Daryl slurp his spaghetti and almost swallow it whole. He sits there with an empty plate while you're still eating. "Need any help with that?" He offers, licking his lips. "Nah I'm good thanks!" You mumble with a mouthful of food. He sits patiently as you finally catch up and finish your meal then grabs your plates and takes them to the kitchen and comes back with cookies that Carol made you both. "So this is why your dinner didn't touch the plate?" You ask, raising an eyebrow as you take one off the plate. "This and the fact that I was starving after today's run," he winks. You finish off your cookie and take them back out to the kitchen and wrap them up for tomorrow. You start the washing up and your hands are dipped in the hot water when Daryl comes up behind you and reaches round you. "Why hello there Dixon!" You exclaim as he brushes your stomach. He takes the towel that's hanging over the drawer handle in front of you and swishes it out to start wiping up. "Sorry babe, maybe later?" He teases and laughs at your pouting face. "Dammit Dixon!" You growl, putting cutlery on the drainer for him to wipe and put away. Once he's done that, he stands there waiting for the next item, twirling the towel in his hands. His eyes light up as he gets an idea and he sneaks round behind you, then whacks your bum with the cloth, making a loud smacking sound. "Daryl!" You scream, lifting your hand sour of the water quickly and splashing the floor. He looks at you with a mischievous grin and twirls the towel up in his hand again. "No! Don't you dare!" You shout, backing away. He comes after you as you run around the kitchen table and slaps you again, making you jolt forwards. "That's not fair!" You squeal, running towards the sink and grabbing the first thing out of the washing up bowl. It was the pot you cooked the past in and it was full of water. You turn to face Daryl with it and his eyes go wide. "Ya wouldn't," he gasps. "Oh I would," you laugh. You step towards him and quickly tip it over his head. "Fuck! (Y/N)!" He laughs as he stands there dripping wet. You howl with laughter as you see his wipe his hair out of his eyes and looks at you with an evil smile. "That's it. This is end game," he says seriously, launching himself at you. You drop the pot and it crashes to the floor as he tackles you and lifts you up onto his shoulder, slapping your bottom with his hand as he does so. He carries you upstairs with you giggling and kicking your legs. "Daryl! Put me down!" You laugh, but all he does is give you another slap on your bum. He carries you into the bedroom and throws you onto the bed. "You're gonna help me clean up now," he growls seductively at you. He strips his clothes and you whimper at the sight, his arousal obvious. He pulls you up and disrobes you within seconds, then drags you into the bathroom where he turns on the shower and pushes you under the water. "Oh my god it's freezing!" You gasp as the cold water hits you. "It'll warm up soon babe, trust me," he says, walking into the shower with you and dipping his head under the water, getting some of the soapy dishwater out of it. You get some shampoo on your hand and start rubbing it into his hair. His eyes close as you massage his scalp. Once you've rinsed it out he looks at you and turns you around to face the wall. One of his hands makes its way up your back and into your hair, and the other slides down to your bum. He traces the curve of it and dips his hand underneath, entering your folds with his fingers. He gently tugs your hair back to expose your neck to him and he attaches his lips to it as he inserts two fingers inside of you, softly pumping them in and out as he nibbles your pulse. "Daryl," you moan quietly. "Say it again, louder," he whispers against your skin. "Daryl," you sigh louder. "Good girl," he says, taking his fingers out and moving them forward to your sweet spot. He circles it, then rubs it slowly as the water streams down your bodies. "Shit, I'm gonna-" you start, but stop when he takes his hand away and licks his fingers. He turns you back to face him, lifts one of your legs up to rest on his hip and strokes himself a couple of times before pushing into you, making you connect with the wall behind. "You're so wet," he growls next to your ear. "It's all for you baby," you pant as he pumps hard into you. "Look at me," he whispers, and you turn your face to him, mouth open and breathing fast. "So beautiful," he grunts between thrusts. The water trickles down in between you both and you run your hands down his back, squeezing his behind and trying to push him inside you deeper. He puts his face into your neck and licks his way up to your mouth where he pushes his tongue inside and starts to kiss you sloppily. "Daryl," you mumble into his mouth. "You close babe?" He breathes. "Yeah," you nod, and he pulls out quickly and drops to his knees, plunging his tongue inside your folds and flicking your sweet spot over and over, then sucking on it. Your walls clench and you release yourself, then his tongue enters you and he licks up your juices. He stands back up and kisses you, tasting yourself on his tongue. You break the kiss and turn to the wall, sticking your backside out to him. "Come on baby, your turn," you pant. He enters you without hesitation, thrusting deep and hard into you. He doesn't need long to reach his climax, but reaches round and plays with you so you can come again. This time you both reach your highs together and he starts to slow his thrusts down, still entering you as deep as he can. You lean against the wall with both hands and he pulls out, then you turn to see him out of breath and wiping wet hair out of his face. "I love you so much Dixon," you sigh, putting your hands around his neck. "I love ya more," he smiles, dipping his head under the shower to wash the sweat off. @dixonreedusfangirlforever @blondielovesr5-blog @jodiereedus22