Surprise! Bet you didn't think this would be updated again! Well, I had an idea and wallflow3r fanned the flames of it and now here we are! It could have been a standalone fic but it fit nicely with this universe, so be it.
Thank you wallflow3r for the idea bouncing, the inspo and the beta'ing. Love you girl ❤️
It shouldn't excite her as much as it does.
Sneaking out of bed, tiptoeing to his room, it's all so breathlessly exciting and she's breathing deep and heavy by the time she reaches his curtain. Once she's slipped inside, she breathes in the smell of the room, of him and sighs. Judith is asleep in her cot, pacifier hanging out of her open mouth.
Beth leans over to stroke her head before she turns to the bottom bunk where Rick is laying, his eyes closed but flickering, like he can sense her. She pads over on bare feet with a breath tightly held and looks. He's on his back, shirtless and the blanket is pulled down to twist uncomfortably around his hips, leaving the view of his chest, shoulders and belly to be seen in all its glory.
Sensing a shadow or a presence maybe, he grunts in his sleep and throws himself on his stomach. The sheet tangles around him, pulling taunt under his left hip as he rolls on it and jerking the fabric away from his legs. They're bare too. Might be he's naked, might be he's in boxers but it halts Beth and makes her doubt herself.
Should she leave? He seems tired. So desperately tired that he barely collapsed on his bed. She wants to help him out just like she did when he was going batshit crazy but she doesn't know if waking him will help him. How different they are now, she thinks with a touch of amusement: all three of them, compared to the farm and who she and they was there.
Beth still takes what she wants unabashedly and without shame, she's sharp tongued and sometimes borderline rude but she's different, inside. That swirling storm of grief and heartbreak broke through the numb in the end and mostly it was because of Rick and Daryl. She would like to say it was family that pulled her back, not sex.
Except it would be a lie and so would just calling it sex because it's more than that, it was always more than that, even when she got on her knees for Daryl and sucked him dry the same day she met him. No, it wasn't just sex that pulled her from the edge.
It was Daryl's quiet mannerisms; his own language. It was Rick's fingers in her hair. It was their breath on her cheek and neck when they lay tangled on the night. It was their laughter when they tickled her or she pulled a face at them.
It was them. It was them and a little bit of Maggie and a bit of Judith and a bit of Daddy and all the rest of her rag tag band. It was peace. There is peace here, maybe not forever and maybe not even for long, but she's happy and she wants to share that happiness. Especially with her boys, who took both wrists, one each and yanked her from the chasm that was swallowing her whole.
Beth twists her fingers together in deliberation. She could stay or she could go, but in the end she bends her knees and kneels onto the edge of the bed. It creaks and Rick stirs, his left hand stretching out across the sheet and fumbling by her knees, just missing them. It's like he expects to find something there.
Or someone. She's breathless as she leans more weight into the bed and lightly touches down on his shoulders. Rick groans in his sleep, muffled mostly by his pillow and his right arm bends back in another search and finds her thigh. "Daryl?" He grumbles with a voice thick from sleep before he slides his thumb over her skin which is much smoother than Daryl's she knows. "Beth?"
She smiles softly and presses a kiss to his cheek. "M'sorry. Just wanted to come see you. Make you better. Seemed tense today."
He grunts and rolls onto his back again, waiting for her to arrange herself on the bed and lie down beside him. His hand curls around her and he yanks the blankets out from his body to throw them around her too, tangling his bare legs with hers. Beth hums as she's engulfed in his heat.
"S'fine," he mumbles sleepily and she realises then that he's not as awake as she thought. "How's your… day… been?"
By the time he's managed to push the question out, he's snoring. Beth rolls her eyes in the darkness, poking him in the rib to ensure he really is asleep. When she gets no reaction, she's certain. Sitting up gently, she places her feet on the ground and wonders if Daryl will be awake for her to go and see.
Before she can make any firm decisions to leave or stay, Rick jerks irritably, seeking comfort and the blanket yanks away, leaving her mind made up. He's naked, cock hard and long against his belly. Her mouth fills with saliva and she just can't turn away from it, so she doesn't. She rearranges herself, one knee on the bed and one foot on the floor as she leans over him.
The smell of him sparks lust in her cunt, lights her veins and the taste of him is even better, a thick glob of pre-cum standing at the tip. She sucks greedily, not easing into it or pacing herself, slobbering on his cock like he's food to a starving man. He grunts in his sleep, fucks his hips up until her mouth and thrashes, moaning low and broken.
She shudders, her cunt throbbing and already so wet, lips latching tight and mimicking her cunt, tongue probing at the vein she knows is on the underside. Her fingers dance over his balls, playing and squeezing, tickling as she opens her mouth back up. Rick spasms and she's sure he's going to wake up on her next hard suck but he doesn't.
A hot flush burns over her skin as she wonders as to whether she can make him come before he truly does wake up. Imagining him doing so in the morning with sticky cum on his cock and in his pubic hair makes her belly flutter, knowing he would briefly remember her climbing into his bed. Knowing it was her who left him in that state.
She works faster, opening her mouth and throat for the thick, wide shaft of him and bouncing her mouth up and down his dick. The noises of slobbering are obscene and loud but she doesn't want to stop and she won't. The rest of them can go and fuck themselves if they think Beth Greene isn't getting what she wants.
Rick jerks again and there's something more conscious about it that makes her think he's waking up. She presses deep, suffocating herself in his wild, dark thatch of pubic hair, his cock crammed in her mouth and pulsing hot on her tongue.
"Holy fuck," he croaks, voice breaking from sleep as his hands fumble in the dark and grip Beth's hair tight and vicious. "Holy fuckin' fuck."
The hiss has her squeezing her eyes closed and she sucks so hard she's sure she's gonna pass out, no room for air in her nostrils or mouth. It's over before she can even panic, hot, thick reams of cum pouring down her throat in quantity and thickness Rick has never produced before.
When she looks up at him, lost in the darkness as he is, she can still see him straining and the veins standing out in harsh relief in his neck; his eyes squeezed shut. His hand yanks on her hair again, this time so hard her scalp screams with fiery pain and she moans, her throat quivering as his dick spasms and jerks and empties into her mouth endlessly.
"Beth," he grunts, raising goose bumps. "Beth, Jesus. Jesus, your sweet mouth, Jesus, fuck, God! God, I can't, I can't, I ca- stop. Please. Please, Beth. Please, please, please."
She pulls off with a wet pop, a spray of cum and a rattling breath, staring in wide eyed wonder at Rick all fucked out and sweaty. She made him beg. She's never made him beg before. Daryl's never made him beg. All their efforts have never made Rick Grimes beg and she did just it with her mouth.
"Wait 'til I tell Daryl you begged me to stop suckin' your cock. He's gonna rip you a new one," she teases as she crawls up him.
He laughs breathlessly but already he's sleepy again, nearly sleeping. "You tell him an' m'gonna spank your ass so raw you ain't sittin' for a week, y'hear?"
"Yes, Daddy," she whispers in his ear, her hands stroking his chest. "Go back to sleep. Was just sayin' hi."
"'Hi?" He laughs weakly. "You're a fuckin' hellcat, Beth."
She smiles fondly at his closed eyes and stuttering chest. "G'night, Rick."
As she's turning to leave, rising off the bunk, he grabs her wrist. "Go give Daryl a kiss for me, sweetheart."
A smile curls her lips as the taste in her mouth comes to her awareness again as well as the throbbing of her cunt. "I'll tell you all 'bout it tomorrow."
"Can't wait," he whispers and then he's asleep again.
Beth smiles and makes her way to Daryl's cell, each step sending a shockwave to her begging pussy. No blowjobs for Daryl, she's getting hers too. When she pushes his curtain aside, she half expects him to be awake as he usually is at this hour, but it seems both her boys are exhausted today because he's as passed out as Rick.
Sprawled on the bed, he fell asleep with his arms behind his head and on his back. She rolls her eyes at him. She's forever telling him not to do that when he complains of waking with numb hands and arms, but he never listens. Still, when an opportunity arises, she knows how to seize it with both hands or more accurately, her panties.
Watching Daryl's face in the darkness, she strips off her clothes briskly, her hands barely touching all the throbbing, sensitive parts of her. She wants to come fast, before he wakes up so that it wakes him up too. How deliciously cruel. A smile twists her mouth as she pads silently to the head of the bunk, squatting to gently bind his hands around the metal with her panties.
He grunts in his sleep but does nothing more. Tomorrow, when she's not having fun and isn't burning with the need to ride his dick, she plans to lecture both him and Rick on their shit security. She'll go easy on them though because they've worked themselves to the bone and knocked themselves out cold.
Young as she is, she tends to forget that Rick and Daryl have years on her and they're definitely not as young as they once were, much as they would love to pretend. Even still, none of them woke until she nudged them and if she was a walker being nudged would be far too late so she will say something.
She's not thinking about it tonight though and she dismisses the future conversation to turn around the corner of the bunk. She comes upon his face again. It's turned towards her even as he's on his back but his eyes are still closed and his breathing is deep and even.
Beth leans down, small breasts dangling in his sleeping face as she presses her lips to his and her hands to his chest. Daryl moans in his sleep and she pushes his lips open with her tongue, running it and the taste of Rick along his own. He moans deeper still, his tongue thick and heavy but jerking to keep up with hers even sleeping.
Leaning her weight into her hands balanced on his chest, Beth straddles him and then tugs impatiently at the boxers he wore to bed. They're faded and thin, quick to strip down and free his red, hard dick. He's not weeping with pre-cum the way that Rick was but the mushroom head of him is raw and near purple with need.
She hums into his mouth, her clit throbbing painfully at the mere sight of him hard. He stirs beneath her, his tongue more active as he comes to consciousness. Wanting him to wake up buried inside her, she rocks her hips back and grinds against his cock, the head of him slipping freely in her excited juices.
Even with her mouth still latched to his, tongue playing and tasting, dipping and diving, she reaches one hand back to help guide him into her. He moans brokenly in her mouth, still with an edge of sleep in it and she pulls her mouth away to breathe, her stomach cramping and ribs aching as she hunches away from the top bunk.
Daryl jerks and twists in his sleep and she rides his cock slow and deep, moans punching out of her mouth and sweat building on the backs of her knees. Her legs already ache. She rarely rides her boys since they're forever too eager to fuck her and that usually means slamming her down on one surface or another.
Seeing Daryl like this though: eyeballs rolling under the lids as he begins to wake, sweet mouth gaping open and hair tousled, hands bound by her own panties, she makes a note to make it a regular thing. It's that which he seems to notice first: the restraint on his wrists as he fully comes to.
Beth's a little disappointed that she didn't come first, she wanted his eyes to fly open in sheer torture as her cunt clamped down on him but she's really not far from it. Her veins are burning and her cunt throbbing, clamping and releasing, milking and massaging Daryl's dick. It's so deep like this and every downwards plunge has her toes curling.
On the brink of coming his eyes finally flutter open weakly. "Beth?"
She smiles as she speeds up a little, chest heaving and sweat gliding down her temples. "M'gonna come," she groans by way of introduction.
His hips flex and as he seems to comprehend what she's doing, he moans thick and deep, arms jerking to grab her. Except they can't because they're bound and when he realises he roars so loud she's sure half the block have woken up, his hips jerking aggressively as he thrashes, smashing so deep she's sure he's hit her goddamn womb.
"Daryl!" She sobs thickly, her belly winding tight as tears bead in her eyes. "Jesus."
"You're a fuckin' minx, y'know that?" He growls between his teeth.
She finds enough sanity to keep riding him and look him in the eye though how she makes her mouth work is beyond her understanding. "Rick woulda said the same… unh, God! Thing," she pauses to catch her breath, rolling her hips and hitting that sweet spot that makes her eyes roll in her skull. "F'he could string two sentences 'gether," she slurs.
When she manages to peel her eyes open again and look at him, his own eyes are feral and hot. "You suck 'im off?"
Beth can only jerk a nod as she gasps dizzily, plunging down so hard her hips scream. "Begged me t'stop, Daryl. Begged me. S'gonna spank me raw for tellin' you."
For a moment he doesn't answer but to groan and she can't even remember what she said before when she focuses on him: sweaty, naked skin and arms pinned behind his head like a picture of calm but mouth slack and eyes dark. She screams herself to an orgasm, rubbing furiously at her own clit and spasming on his cock.
Daryl's nostrils flaring and wrists ripping through her pantie-restraint is the last thing she sees before she falls over his chest like a limp ragdoll, letting him smash his hips and cock aggressively between her legs and deep inside her soaking wet cunt to finish off, his howl broken and beautiful and soul destroying in her ear.
After minutes of quiet and ragged breaths, she finally has some sanity back and slides into the crook of his arm, off his dick.
Her pussy and inner thighs are a slick mess but she doesn't care and Daryl doesn't either because he just cuddles her close and takes a deep breath. "Rick say he's gonna spank you for tellin' me?"
A smile curls Beth's lips as she tilts her chin to look at him. "Yeah. Shoulda heard him. Please, please, please. Filled my throat with come."
Daryl hums pleasantly, his fingers touching on the dry marks of smeared cum on her chest. "You suck cock like a pro, girl."
She laughs and tucks her head under his chin. "That gonna save me from the spankin' he promised me?"
He laughs too, low and soft, so soothing that it pulls her into a lull, her eyes fluttering closed to finally fall asleep. "Not a chance."