Imagine: Giving Daryl His First Blowjob and It Leading to Rough Sex
(A/N: Well, it’s official, Norman Reedus has made me complete trash. Enjoy this other lil one shot thing I had to write out).
Daryl had secured the room and he stood there awkwardly as you walked up willfully to him and pressed your body
suggestively into his, rubbing your chest up and down his, done with any subtle
clues, needing to show him tonight how much you wanted him.
Daryl had recently confessed to you
that he had never been given a blowjob before, this leaked out one night during
a drunken session of truth or dare between you. You had been hinting at Daryl
for months now, trying to get him to see how much you wanted him. After that
night, you knew you had to make it up to the man, you planned to do it when the
time was right. By looks of this old secure house, you had just found it.
Daryl noticed your eyes on him, his jaw
tightened and he stared at you like he didn’t know what to do.
You smiled playfully in response and
squared his shoulders, pushing his body back onto the bed behind him, his legs
dangled on the edge.
You smile and kneel down in between his
legs as you graze your hands up and down his muscular thighs, watching as your
hands rub his blue denim jeans harshly, causing warm friction to be created.
You lick your lips and rub your thighs together as your eyes lock on to the
button of his jeans and his hard cock, throbbing inside its prison. You run
your hand over it and intentionally rub it up and down, looking innocently up
at Daryl, who is biting his lip and groaning to himself, trying to keep
“Shit, Y/N…” Daryl half grunted, half
moaned, as his eyes close at your touch.