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Now was not the time for Daryl to want you. Correction, he needed you. He knew that, but he couldn’t help it. How could he?
He woke up to you between his legs under the covers, but pulling away just as he was about to finish. You both jumped up, pulling your clothes on hastily when Rick banged on the door and said he needed the two of you to go on a run with Michonne and himself.
So, here Daryl was. He watched your hips sway as you walked in front of him. You all had cleared the house, and Rick sent you and Daryl upstairs to scavenge while he and Michonne took the first level.
You turned to look at your boyfriend, noticing his steps had stopped. He switched his weight onto his right foot, trying not to be so obviously hard in his jeans. You walked back to him, pushing a stray strand of hair out of his face.
“What’s wrong?” You asked sweetly, “Still upset about this morning?” Your tone was teasing, and it made him want to whine.
“I need ya.” He said lowly, almost a whisper. His blue eyes sparkled as you leaned up onto your tip-toes and pecked his cheek.
“When we get back I’ll make it up to you.” You promised him, but he shook his head.
“Need ya, now. Please…” His tone was higher-pitched, somewhat strained as he tried not to sound completely desperate.
You looked behind him, checking to make sure you were still alone. When you didn’t see or hear anyone else, you turned your full attention to your boyfriend.
You grabbed his shoulders and pushed him against the wall, catching him by surprise. His eyes were wide as your hands dropped to his belt and worked it open quickly. You stuck your hand into his underwear once his pants were worked open.
“We have to be quick.” You whispered out as you brought your lips beside his ear, nosing into his hair. He bit his lip, suppressing a whimper as you gathered his pre-cum from the tip and worked it down his shaft. “You have to be quiet.”
He nodded his head, his hair tickling your cheek. You ran your free hand through his hair, turning his head to look at you. His eyes were glassy as they found yours. “That feel better, pretty boy?” You leaned down and kissed the corner of his lips. “Doing so good for me. Look so gorgeous, baby. All desperate and pathetic for me, aren’t you?” You teased him, squeezing the base of his cock and making him fight not to cry out.
He clung to you. One hand gripping your waist and the other gripping loosely onto the wrist shoved into his boxers. “P-please,” he stuttered, trying his best not to buck into your hand as you began to move it again. “Fuck, please!”
As much as you wanted to draw this out, to make him beg and shake and plead for you, you really didn’t have the time. Sooner or later, Rick and Michonne would come looking for the two of you.
You sped your hand up, tightening your grip and flicking your wrist. His head dropped onto your shoulder, teeth digging into your shirt and piercing your shoulder lightly. Both of his hands tightened their grip as he shook and came over your hand in warm stripes.
His moans were muffled into your body as he came down, shivering from the impact. You removed your hand from his boxers, sneaking his handkerchief out of his pocket to clean his little mess off.
He arranged himself, though his flushed cheeks were doing him no favors. You pulled him into one last kiss before leaning up and whispering in his ear.
“Did so good for me.” You practically purred. “But, I can’t let you off so easily.” Goosebumps spread over his skin, underneath your fingers, as you tsked. “Greedy boys have to be punished.”