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Everything! Everything that you wanted, I have done! You asked that the child be taken - I took him. You cowered before me - I was frightening. I have reordered time, I have turned the world upside down, and I have done it all for you! I am exhausted from living up to your expectations of me. Isn't that generous?
Jareth, the king of the goblins & Sarah Williams
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neegan loves your bush , neegan smith blurb , age gap mentions , old man wants ur bush back , dad banter. cunt smacks. ownership mentions , sex implied , short work.
18+ minors do not interact , not proofied whos shocked.
"it's not a big deal , why are you pouting over this? didn't know you where my dad and going to tell me i was too young too shave" you couldn't help but laugh a bit at his face, the span of his hand examining your now very bare mound under where he had peeled back your towel. he was mourning and you were laughing at him! "there was something here baby." tapping soflty at where the trimmed patch of hair used to be. "use to be something here just for me, and now?" kneeling to inspect you a bit better, a huff leaving you at how dramatic he was being "and now she's smooth, and pretty and-"
"She's mine." his voice cutting you off as he pressed a kiss to where his beloved patch was now gone. looking up at you before a harsh smack to your cunt. a yelp leaving your being, your need to banter and giggle completely gone the second his hand was on the back of your neck, your face met the sheets of his bed. "gonna teach you to stop touching what's not yours." fucking brute.
pov. after your group failed to take over the saviors, negan kidnaps your whole group, lines them up, forces them to stay on their knees, then tells you to decide who lives and who doesn’t. you swallow, and say take you instead of killing your group…which he does. but he doesn’t kill you, he just makes you suffer.
notes. i have not reached negan yet in twd so forgive me if i don’t make him very accurate! i only have a concept of him inside my head, so let me know how i do!
content warnings. ⸝⸝ fem reader, gore, sadist negan, manhandling, cussing, fear, no proof read, murder, death, psychological manipulation, torture, violence
the plan was so simple, so easy to do, if your group fucking listened. so many errors, so many mistakes that were made. you built the plan on realistic expectations, and trained your group for months…where did that all go when it came to breaking in?
“boss, what’re we gonna do?” your member asked, his brows furrowed and breath shaken from the overwhelming feeling of fear. you could smell the scent of your fate, death. your eyes drop to the ground as your breath hitched, you had no idea what to tell him, you had no plan. everything went to shit.
you swallow when the doors shut behind behind you all, your luck had run out and you knew it. the walls had stories on display, the smell of dead bodies still lingered in the dark room.
the door opening and slamming echoed. your stomach churned, your eyelids low as if the lack of hope wasn’t the only thing that drained from you, but so did your life. the sound of slow and steady boots echoed across the concrete floor, your neck hairs stick up as you acknowledge the feeling of you having eyes on you.
the footsteps sounded like someone who wasn’t worried because they knew how this would end.
your eyes stayed glued to the concrete until a shadow stretched across the floor in front of you, then another, then the unmistakable scrape of wood dragging against the concrete. it was the sound of a bat.
“well, holy shit” the voice started, sounded as if he was excited and cheerful. you grit your teeth so hard, it was like you were trying to sink your teeth back into it’s gums. you look up and there was the man in charge of your fate.
wearing a leather jacket, red scarf, had a barbed wire bat resting on his shoulder like he didn’t have a care in the world.
a grin spread across his face as he looked over the room. “i gotta tell ya, this is not how i pictured tonight goin.” he states as he pointed his bat toward the group. “i expected a little more from the folks who thought they were gonna stroll in here and take my place.” he comments, his tone sounding as if he was being friendly despite his taunting words.
a few people laughed behind him and negan’s eyes landed on you. the grin didn’t disappear, somehow your glare made made it worse. “and you.” he starts, his bat lowered until it pointed directly at your chest.
“i’m guessin’ you’re the genius behind this little operation.” he says, not expecting an answer, he already knows the answer. you don’t answer, and negan tilted his head. “see, here’s the thing. i love confidence. hell, i practically built a career outta confidence.” he said, as he crouched in front of you.
your glare doesn’t harden, doesn’t move, just sits on him through your brows. “but confidence without a backup plan?” he comments, he clicked his tongue. “that’ll get ya killed.” he states, his eyes boring into yours.
nobody spoke, nobody moved, which caused him to look around the room. he laughed, “oh, come on. don’t all get shy on me now.” he taunted, as he spread his arms.
“you folks came all this way to take my home, kill my people, and suddenly everybody’s got nothin’ to say?” he asked, but the room remained silent. your jaw clenched because you knew what he was doing.
he wanted somebody to crack, somebody always cracked. his eyes found yours again. “yeah. definitely the leader.” he says.
he got closer to you and your group shifted behind you. they were scared, exhausted, and defeated. every single one of them looking to you for answers you didn’t have.
negan noticed, of course he did.
“that right there?” he said, gesturing toward them, but you didn’t look at them. “that’s the look.” he comments.
he smiles. “the ‘please save us’ look.” he mocked, while a few people chuckled. negan’s smile widened. “see, here’s what fascinates me.” he starts, he tapped the side of his head. “you spent months planning this little adventure. i can tell.” he said, leaving you no room to even deny it.
“months trainin’. months preparing. months tellin’ everybody exactly how this was gonna go.” he continues, watching your expression but your glare never softened or shifted. “and then the second bullets started flyin’…” he continues, voice lowered.
he snapped his fingers. “poof.” he said, as he stood back up. “gone.” he adds. his gaze swept over the rest of your group, nobody dared meet his eyes except you. he liked that secretly, the feeling of wanting to break you in flowed through his body.
“so now we’re in a bit of a pickle.” he said, sounding as if he was trying to care. he then dragged the bat across the floor, the scraping sound made your skin crawl. “because i got a whole bunch of people kneelin’ in front of me…” he starts but then he stopped. “and i gotta decide what to do with ’em.” he smiled, and your breath caught.
negan looked almost thoughtful, then his eyes landed on you again, and suddenly you realized something. he wasn’t looking at the others. he was looking at you, waiting, and studying.
he was trying to figure out exactly how much pressure it’d take before you broke.
but you said nothing, not because you weren’t afraid, not because you had some grand plan hidden away, but because there was nothing left to say.
the plan had failed, your people were alive..for now, and every word felt like another chance to make things worse.
negan waited, for a couple seconds. one seconds then he let out a low whistle. “damn.” he says, then he shifted the bat onto his shoulder. “either you’re the bravest son of a bitch i’ve met in a long time…” he starts then his head tilted. “or you’re scared so shitless you forgot how to talk.” he chuckled with the few laughs that echoed from behind him.
you kept your eyes forward, your face blank and negan stared, watching you, testing you, looking for any reaction he could get. when none came, his smile faded slightly. not entirely but just enough for it to show.
“alright.” he sighs, as he nodded once. “we’re gonna do it this way.” he begins, then he began pacing in front of the line slowly. it was on purpose to make sure nobody could feel safe…and it worked since every person he passed seemed to shrink further into themselves.
but not you.
“see, your people?” he asked, pointing toward the group. you don’t look at them, you’re smart enough not to give the man satisfaction. “they’re terrified.” he comments, his eyes drifted back to you. “and that’s interesting.”
he suddenly stops.
“because every single one of ‘em keeps lookin’ at you.” he noted. your chest tightened, you could feel it, even without turning your head. they were looking, waiting, and hoping.
negan laughed softly. “that’s a hell of a burden, ain’t it?” he challenged but he received nothing but silence from you. “knowin’ their lives are tied to yours.” he continued as he stepped closer, close enough that you could smell leather, sweat, and dust.
“knowin’ that if i get bored…” his voice rasped as he glanced at the line. “…things get ugly real quick.”
your jaw tightened, nothing to you but everything to him. because it was finally a reaction. he caught it instantly and his grin returned. “there it is.” he teased as he pointed at you with the bat. “see, i knew there was a pulse in there somewhere.” he chuckled.
“you don’t care what happens to you.” he comments, his gaze moved to the others. “but them?” a paused, eyes scanning your face. “that’s different.” he read you so easily that the room suddenly felt smaller.
negan looked down the line then back at you, and for the first time, his expression became difficult to read, like he was calculating something in his head.
“tell you what.” he starts. he spread his arms. “i got a proposition.” he continues, the tension brewing in your chest. every person in the room seemed to stop breathing but negan’s eyes never left yours. “and whether your friends walk outta here…” he starts, his smile sharpened. “depends entirely on you.”
the silence stretched, you didn’t answer, didn’t move, didn’t even look away. but somewhere around you, somebody broke.
“please—” their voice cracked. “please don’t kill us.” another joined in. “we’ll leave. we’ll go. we won’t come back.” the voice continued, negan’s eyes flicked past you toward the group.
immediately, the room filled with desperate voices, begging, pleading, promising, anything and everything. one person was crying, another was shaking so hard their words barely came out.
negan listened then sighed loudly and dramatically. “jesus christ.” he said, as he rubbed a hand over his face. “y’know, this is exactly why i keep tellin’ people not to panic.” he said. he pointed the bat toward the group. “all this cryin’, beggin’, snot flyin’ everywhere…” he grimaced. “it’s bad for morale.” he told you, a few people that was with him laughed but nobody in your group did.
negan’s attention drifted back to you and there it stayed. “meanwhile…” he starts, as he tilted his head. “sweetheart over here hasn’t said a damn word.” he acknowledged. your expression remained unchanged.
“not one.” he said while he chuckled. “that’s honestly kinda impressive.” he then took a step closer. “your people are practically writin’ their last wills and testaments.” and another step closer. “and you’re still sittin’ there like a statue.” he added, his words purposefully trying to make you feel bad. but it was for their own good to stay silent. for you to stay silent.
the room felt suffocating, and you could hear your own heartbeat, hear the quiet sobs behind you, hear negan’s boots stop right in front of you.
“look at me, honey.” he sweetly asked. his voice wasn’t loud and somehow that made it worse. “i know you care.” he said, but you didn’t say anything. “because if you didn’t…” he badgered as he glanced at the group.
“…you wouldn’t have spent months trainin’ these people.” he says. his eyes returned to yours. “you wouldn’t have led ’em here.” he continued and let a pause play into this. “and you sure as hell wouldn’t be sittin’ there carryin’ the weight of every single one of ’em on your shoulders.” his grin softened into something almost curious, well almost.
“so now i’m wonderin’ somethin’.” he says, he crouched in front of you again, elbows resting on his knees. “how long can you keep this up?” he pried as another plea sounded from behind you.
“please…” the voice begged. negan didn’t even turn around, eyes never left yours. “because eventually, honey…” he says. he tapped the bat against the floor once. thunk.
“somebody back there is gonna pay for your silence.” he said and the room went still, completely still. his reaction to the silence was his grin that was slowly returning to his face, it showed he had just found exactly where to apply pressure.
while the grin slowly returned to negan’s face, and that was when he moved, fastly, before anybody could react, he stepped past you and seized one of your people by the collar. a startled shout tore from their throat.
“no—!”
they stumbled as negan hauled them out of the line, “well, if nobody wants to talk,” negan said casually, dragging them across the floor, “i figure i’ll start makin’ examples.” he shrugged. panic erupted behind you.
people pleaded, begged, shouted your name. he ignored every word. he released the terrified member with a rough shove, and they fell to their knees.
they were frozen. shaking.
he rested the bat against his shoulder and looked down at them then back at you, waiting and watching, giving you one last chance.
your chest tightened. but still, you said nothing. negan sighed dramatically. “that’s a damn shame.” he comments, as he adjusted his grip on the bat. “i was startin’ to like you, sweetheart.” he coos. the member’s breathing turned frantic, someone behind you started crying.
and suddenly— “take me.” you demand. your own voice echoed through the room, every head turned, including negan’s.
it was silence, complete silence. you slowly stood. “take me instead.” you growl. he stared, and for the first time all night, he looked genuinely surprised but only for a second. he laughed, loudly and genuinely.
“there she is.” he says, before you could react, his hand shot forward, fingers twisting into the collar of your leather jacket and he yanked you toward him. so hard you nearly lost your footing. the room spun as he dragged you away from your group with almost effortless strength.
your people immediately erupted into protests, shouting your name, begging him to stop. but he ignored them.
“see?” he called over his shoulder. “i knew she cared.” be noted sweetly. he finally released you near the center of the room, then turned toward his people. his grin widened. “alright.” he starts. he spread his arms. “new plan.” he adds and confusion flickered across the room.
he pointed toward the crowd of people. “every woman fighter i got.” he details, his voice carried easily. “front and center.” he continues and murmurs immediately broke out, boots shuffled across the floor, one by one, women stepped forward from the crowd, armed, experienced, loyal.
they formed a line exactly where negan indicated, he watched them with approval then looked back at you.
“well, honey.” he said. he gestured toward the line. “you wanted to take their place.” he said and his smile sharpened. “let’s see how serious you are.” he taunts. behind you, your group fell silent, nobody knew what he was planning and judging by the look in his eyes…
he was enjoying every second of it.
the grin on his face grew wider. “here’s what we’re gonna do.” he starts, as he slowly turned, gesturing toward the line of women. “every one of these ladies can fight.”
a few smirked, a few looked confused, one crossed her arms while she waited.
“and our fearless leader here…” he said, snatching you up to make you stand and patting your shoulder once. “has volunteered herself.” he smiled and your jaw clenched, he noticed, of course he did.
“now, i could just kill your people.” he said. the room instantly tensed. “but where’s the fun in that?” he questioned while he began pacing. “so instead, we’re gonna make this interesting.” he rasped and your stomach dropped.
“every round you win…” he starts, painting a picture for you all. he pointed toward your kneeling group. “one life gets spared.” he details, and the room fell silent. even the people of his looked surprised.
his eyes drifted back to you. “you beat one fighter?” he held up a finger. “one person lives.” then lifts up another finger. “beat two?” then he lifts up a third. “another one walks.” he finished.
your people stared at you, hope and terror mixing together. “and if i lose?” you finally asked, your voice sounded rough from disuse. he immediately pointed at you. “there she is.” he yelled while he laughed. “i knew she’d talk eventually.” he coos sweetly, mocking you.
but then his smile faded, not completely, but just enough. “if you lose, sweetheart…” he purred while he shrugged. “then i start making decisions.”
nobody liked the sound of that, not even a little. he clapped his hands together once. “simple.” he exclaimed, while stepping backward. “every victory saves somebody.” he smiles as he looked between you and the fighters.
“and the best part?” he quizzed, his grin returned. “you can’t save yourself.” he said and your heart sank. he pointed at your group. “this isn’t about you.” his voice lowered, getting into your head in purpose. “this is about them.” he said.
his attention lingered on your expression, studying it, waiting for the realization to settle in, because no matter how many rounds you won…no matter how many people you saved…you were still standing in the middle of his floor, completely at his mercy.
“alright!” negan called. “first fighter!” he said excitedly, and one of the women stepped forward from the line.
her demeanor oozed confidence, calmness, experience..but you stayed composed. he spread his arms dramatically. “let’s see what our hero can do.” he said.
the heat of whats on the line burned at your neck. your chest ached knowing who you could lose. your opponent, a wiry scarred woman, circled you with a sneer.
you watch her, and square up with her.
“you’re the bitch fighting for your little group?” she taunted, lunging with a wild punch. you ducked and slammed into her ribs. she laughed, elbow cracking your jaw. “my girls are gonna carve up every last one of yours. we’ve been watching. your people are already dead—they just don’t know it yet.” she teased.
the words fueled you. she charged again, landing a hit to your gut. you staggered but caught her next swing, twisting her arm. she headbutted you, still bragging. your vision blurred, head becoming the feeling of a brain freeze from too much ice cream. “when i’m done, i’ll make them scream. starting with the kids. we like it slow.” she laughs.
that was her mistake.
rage surged. you exploded forward, punching her nose with a crunch. she doubled as your knee drove into her. uppercut, elbow to the spine. you followed her down, landing precise strikes until she went limp beneath you, breathing ragged.
you stood over the beaten woman, chest heaving, blood dripping from your lip. you spat it near her feet, then stared down the line of remaining fighters. “i’m going to kill every single one of you,” you said. “…one way or another. for my people.” you barked the last words like a vow, the hatred coating your voice.
silence sat between everyone. your group, his people, complete silence. nobody laughed, nobody had anything smart to say. the fighter remained on the floor, beaten and unable to continue, while you stood over her, breathing hard, staring down the rest of the line.
then a slow claps echoed around the room. every head turned, it was him. he stood there grinning, shaking his head.
“well, holy shit.” he laughed as he clapped again. “now that…” he comments as he pointed at you. “…is how you make a damn speech.” he said. a few people chuckled nervously but negan ignored them. his eyes never left your angry eyes.
“did everybody hear that?” he interviewed, he looked around the room. “because i wanna make sure nobody missed it.” he said as he gestured toward you.
“‘for my people.’” he quotes as he pressed a hand dramatically against his chest. “i mean, hell. that’s good.” he mocked, the grin on his face widened, but there was something else there now. interest, genuine interest, the kind he got whenever someone surprised him. “see, most folks?”
he began pacing. “they get dragged in here, they cry.” he pointed toward one side of the room. “they beg.” then another side. “they piss themselves.” he detailed and some laughter followed. “but you?” he stopped.
“you get your ass kicked, beat my fighter, threaten everybody in the room…” he laughed. “and somehow you’re still standin’.” he mentions. your jaw tightened, and he noticed immediately.
“oh, don’t gimme that look, sweetheart.” he said sweetly and all friendly. he held up both hands, as if he was surrendering. “i ain’t insultin’ you.” he continued, his smile sharpened. “i’m complimentin’ you.”
he turned toward the line of waiting women. “which brings me to my next point.” he said, and suddenly his expression hardened, not angry, but disappointed.
“the hell was that?” every fighter straightened, and nobody answered. “seriously.” he said. he pointed at the woman on the floor. “you all spent weeks tellin’ me how tough you are.” he says and he looked back at them. “and she just dropped your first volunteer.” he continues and nobody moved.
“so.” he starts, he spread his arms. “which one of you lovely ladies wants to prove that was a fluke?” he interrogated, the challenge hung in the air. your group watched from their knees. for the first time all night, there was something in their eyes that hadn’t been there before.
hope.
he saw that, too and his grin returned. “that’s right.” he announced as he pointed toward them. “one down.” he says, then he looked at you. “which means one of your people gets to live.”
he nodded slowly. “a deal’s a deal.” he adds. his eyes narrowed with amusement. “but if you’re planning on saving all of ’em…” he starts slowly, he glanced at the remaining fighters. “you’ve got a hell of a long night ahead of you, honey.” he teased.
the group blurred as you hit the floor hard, the final blows leaving you sprawled and broken. you lost. your body refused to move, chest rising in shallow breaths while the world felt distant, muffled.
his boots crunched across the ground. he let out a low whistle, his bat swinging lazily at his side. “well, shit. looks like your luck just ran out, sweetheart.” he coos.
he grabbed one of your men, jason, the quiet mechanic who always fixed everything, dragging him forward by the collar. jason struggled weakly, eyes wide with terror. “time to pay up,” negan grinned.
the first swing came down with a sickening wet crack. jason’s skull caved in instantly, bone shattering like glass under the barbed wire. blood sprayed in a wide arc, chunks of scalp and hair sticking to the bat as he pulled it back. the second swing was harder.
he laughed through it, smashing what was left of the forehead. brains spilled out in thick, gray pink ropes mixed with shards of bone, splattering across the dusty floor in a glistening mess.
a third brutal hit sent more gore flying, the wet squelch echoing as the body jerked and twitched before going still, a ruined puddle leaking from the shattered remains of his head.
you lay there silent on the cold concrete, eyes open but unfocused. the sounds felt far away. the metallic smell of blood flooded everything, but you didn’t flinch, didn’t scream, didn’t cry. just stared through it all, the horror sinking somewhere deep where you couldn’t reach anymore. dissociated. empty. your people’s screams faded into static as the trauma wrapped around you like fog.
your hearing starts to ring, your body felt as if it was leaving earth. while you zone out, the setting is changing and it’s to the outside.
the sun beat down as negan’s men herded your group outside, shoving them roughly against the tall chain link fence. your people lined up in a shaky row, faces pale, eyes darting between negan’s people’s guns and the horror still fresh in inside’s dust.
you were on your feet but barely, dragged along like a ghost. your mind floated somewhere above it all, trauma wrapping tight, sounds distant, vision tunneled. jason’s ruined head kept flashing behind your eyes. yet deep down, something stubborn refused to die. you wouldn’t break.
negan stepped close, towering over your petite frame, his bat propped on his shoulder. his grin was all teeth as he leaned in, voice low and mocking.
“look at you. still standing there like you’ve got any fight left. your boy’s brains are painting the floor inside and you’re just… staring. cute. but here’s the thing, sweetheart—you lose, they lose. all of ‘em.” he said. you met his eyes, silent, jaw tight. no tears, no flinch, nothing. his smile faltered for a split second, then sharpened. “oh, you don’t wanna listen? that’s adorable.”
his hand shot out, grabbing the collar of your leather jacket in a iron grip. he yanked hard, dragging you forward through the dirt like a ragdoll. your boots scraped uselessly as he hauled you in a slow, humiliating circle in front of everyone, your people, his people, all watching.
dust kicked up in thick clouds around you, coating your hair, stinging your eyes and mouth. he kept talking the whole time, voice loud and theatrical for the audience.
“see this, folks? this is what happens when you test me. little fighter here thinks she’s tough. thinks she can save her precious group by spitting blood and making big promises.” he jerked you harder, your body bouncing across the rough ground, jacket straining against your neck. “but look at her now. still breathing, still pretending. how long you gonna keep this up, huh?” he asks loudly.
he dragged you another loop, boots crunching, more dust swirling like smoke. your arms hung limp but your eyes stayed locked ahead, unfocused yet unbroken. the trauma screamed inside, but you didn’t give him the satisfaction of a sound. not a whimper. not a plea.
“you’re gonna watch every single one of them die if you keep this shit up,” he growled, finally stopping and crouching down to your level while still gripping your collar. “starting right fucking now. unless you wanna play nice.” he demands.
you said nothing. just breathed through the dirt and the pain, staring past him.
he finally released your collar with a sharp shove, slinging you hard across the dirt. you tumbled a few feet and landed in a heap near the fence, dust coating your face and jacket, body aching but mind still half gone.
he straightened up, twirling his bat as he paced in front of your lined up people. “alright, enough of this foreplay. time to thin the herd.” his eyes scanned the terrified faces. “eenie… meenie… miney… mo…” he counts.
he stopped in front of a young man near the end, one of your scouts—raising his bat high with that signature grin. “looks like you’re up, buddy.” he sweetly says, his smile spreading. the bat started its downward swing.
“stop,” you rasped, voice cutting through the silence for the first time. you pushed yourself up onto your knees, dirt streaked and trembling but eyes finally sharp. “do your worst to me. not them.” you finally plead.
he paused mid swing, turning slowly with a raised eyebrow. you swallowed hard, trauma still clawing at your chest, but the words came steady. “you’ll never break me, negan. but i’ll break if you let them go. all of them. just take me. i’m yours. do whatever the fuck you want with me. just… let my people walk.” you beg once more.
the offer hung heavy in the air as everyone stared. your group frozen in shock, his men waiting for his reaction. you stayed on your knees in the dirt, unbroken, offering yourself in exchange once again.
the barbed wire still glistening with dried blood from jason. he tilted his head, that wicked grin spreading across his face as he stepped closer to you, crouching down so you were eye level.
“well fuck me,” he chuckled, voice dripping with mock surprise. “you’re offering yourself up like a goddamn martyr? how noble. how fucking stupid.” he barked. he grabbed your chin roughly, forcing you to look at him. your eyes were still haunted, trauma swirling behind them, but they didn’t waver. you meant every word.
“you think i can’t break you?” he whispered, breath hot against your face. “baby, i break everyone. but this little deal… shit, it’s tempting. you, all to myself, and your sad little group gets to crawl away with their tails between their legs.” he cracked out a chuckle as he stood up, gesturing to his men with lucille. “hold ‘em steady. nobody moves.”
turning back to you, still kneeling in the dust, he smirked wider. “alright, sweetheart. you’ve got yourself a deal—for now. your people walk. but you? you belong to me. every fucking inch. and i’m gonna enjoy testing exactly how much you can take before that unbreakable spirit of yours shatters.”
he snapped his fingers. his saviors started pulling your group away from the fence, marching them toward the gate. your people hesitated, looking back at you with guilt and fear, but you gave them a small, silent nod.
he hauled you up by your jacket again, this time keeping you close, his grip possessive. “welcome home, doll. let’s see how long you last.” he said to you.
dust still clung to your skin as the weight of your choice settled heavy in your chest, trauma and resolve twisting together. your people were safe. for now. that was enough for you.
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The Scott Anthony gimmick is entertaining, cute, and sexy as hell.
Also, just noticed this lovely little detail about him- hopefully everyone can see it in these images- but his hair is lightened on the ends! I'm shocked to learn he did any kind of hair highlights or lightening before Raven. It looks so pretty...👑✨.
Summary: Negan and Y/N try to celebrate their engagement, attempting to escape their past and look forward to the future, but a surprise visit from Maggie has other plans for them.
Characters: Negan Smith, the reader (OC), Maggie, etc.
Warnings: Swearing, Angst, Smut, Choke Play, Unprotected P in V, Blindfold, Overstimulation, Praising Kink, Daddy Kink, etc.
Notes: I'm really just trying to get this done. I'm sorry for how long things take, but real life is really busy this time of the year for me. Hopefully I can put the rest of the chapters up soon and get them edited. If you want to read the other chapters be sure to check them out here.
Gasping out, Y/N felt her heart hammering when a loud buzzing sound caused her to lift her head up from Negan’s chest. Amongst the darkness of Negan’s bedroom, she could see that her phone was vibrating wildly across the top of Negan’s nightstand. Exhaustion still ate away at her and she was trying to wake herself up enough to see what it was. Behind heavy eyelids, she reached across Negan in search of her phone. Fumbling to grab a hold of it, she finally picked it up and brought it before her face. The bright light was almost too much, blinding her sensitive eyes and she had to look away. Giving her tired eyes time to adjust, she finally looked to her phone again to see that it was a lot of text message alerts. God, this was pathetic of her. Why was she still so attentive when it came to her phone? Maybe it was just a habit of being on call for so many years at all times of the night when it came to being Maggie’s assistant. Then again? There was also Daryl too who had always been very much awake during the late hours of the night.
Finally, the screen came into focus and she saw that it was missed texts from Negan’s mother. There was a sense of relief that it was his mother and not Maggie nor Daryl, but then again? There was worry flooding her veins since Negan’s mother still had Jordyn.
Tonight? They stayed at that place way too long. Just sitting together and enjoying each other’s company. They didn’t leave until the cleanup crew showed up, which meant it was finally time to say goodbye to the location where Negan asked her to marry him. When they got home, Negan let her know that his mother was keeping Jordyn for the night so they could be alone together. Taking advantage of their alone time, Negan had carried her up to his bedroom and made love to her. So to see Negan’s mother being the one texting her made her nervous until she realized it was congratulatory messages about them being engaged. There were a bunch of photos that his mother had sent of them over the last eight years. There was a variety of photos that were with Lucille, ones of them with Jordyn and then also them alone.
“You okay?” Negan’s tired voice scared her and she looked back to see him lifting his head up from the pillows. As tired as she was, Negan looked worse. His hair was a mess and he could barely open his eyes. But he was trying.
“Your mom just texted me and I got nervous,” she explained to him, wiggling her phone about. She was leaning across him, so instead of staying like that she just pulled back to the side of the bed she was on to cuddle her head back in over his chest again. What she had forgotten to do was put her phone back on the nightstand. “My brain needs to stop jumping at my phone whenever it makes a noise.”
“What did she say?” he yawned, curling his arm around her shoulders to give her a firm squeeze. With his free hand he reached up to rub at his tired eyes.
“She wrote me to congratulate me on being engaged to you. Sent a ton of pictures too,” she responded, setting her phone down on the bed beside him. “Probably sent every photo she had of the two of us since I’ve been around.”
“That sounds like my mom,” he snickered, cuddling his head in closer to hers in attempts to get comfortable again.
“So both Jordyn and your mom knew that you were asking me tonight?” she wondered, placing a delicate kiss over the center of his chest. Stroking her fingers through the dark curls of hair over his torso drew him to smile. Even in the dim amount of light that was in the bedroom, she could see his dimples clearly and it took her breath away. Giving her a nod, he lifted his head slightly and then dropped it back into the pillows with a yawn. “What would have happened if I said no?”
“I coached them to be prepared if you weren’t ready,” he informed her, still half asleep with answering her questions. “Both of them were certain you would say yes, but I stressed there was that possibility that it would be too fast.”
Patting the bed beside him, he found her phone and picked it up. Wiggling it about, he lifted his head up enough to stare down at her, “What photos did she send you?”
That was a good question. She didn’t pay close attention to them. Most of them were just a blur. Grabbing her phone from him, she unlocked it and allowed him to look through the photos that were in the texts with his mother. With the light from her phone, it brought attention to the gorgeous ring that he had given her. Staring at the ring made her pulse leap in her throat. It was starting to really hit home for her. She was engaged to Negan and they did all of this incredibly fast.
“I think my mom was a ninja,” he interrupted her thoughts, smirking at the photo that was on the screen. By now her vision had come to and she realized it was a photo of the two of them with Jordyn. All three of them were asleep. By Jordyn’s age, she assumed it wasn’t too long after Lucille had passed away. They were all sprawled out across Jordyn’s bed. Jordyn was laid out across her and Negan’s head was on her shoulder while he slept. “I think her and my dad were showing up whenever the fuck they wanted to make sure that I wasn’t dead, but my mother was always taking photos without us even knowing they were there.”
Sweeping through a few more, he really wasn’t wrong. His mom got a ton of photos of them sleeping. And if you didn’t know it, by the photos you would have really thought they were a couple. Especially since they had spent a few Christmases together before he got with Maggie. Clearing her throat, she stopped on one of the two of them dancing together and it made her smile. All of the photos were out of order, so when Negan stopped on one that had Lucille in it, it made a breath catch in her throat. Then it made her think about Lucille, which only had her negative thoughts swirling inside of her mind.
“Negan,” she pulled herself up from his chest, her hand sliding across the length of it. The color had drained from her face and he could tell that she was anxious. Reaching for his button-down shirt that was beside the bed on the floor, she pulled it in over her body as Negan turned the light on. “I need to tell you something. Okay, probably a few things.”
“What? What’s wrong?” he pulled himself up into a seated position, his pectoral muscles flexing with how nervous she was acting over whatever it was.
“I know I already said yes, but there are a few things I need to tell you just in case you decide you don’t want to be with me anymore,” she explained to him, the expression over her face telling him that she was really panicked in the moment. “Lucille and I were a lot closer than you knew.”
“Well, yeah. We know that. And the memories were vaguely coming back with what happened between the two of you that one night,” he thought she was referencing the time that the three of them fooled around together in the past. “We know that the two of you were close.”
“That’s not…” her face grew hot at the idea since he went straight to something sexual again. That wasn’t where she was headed with this conversation and it made her huff. “That’s not what I meant Negan. I mean the two of us spent a lot of time together. When you weren’t with her and I had time, I would go spend the day with her because she was fun to be around. You know? And then when she got sick, you were so protective. So when you were gone, I would bring her junk food when she asked me to because I knew that she wasn’t eating well and if it made her eat better, I was willing to do anything for her. I didn’t want her dropping more weight than she already was. So even though she wasn’t supposed to, I was bringing her shit she shouldn’t have been eating because…”
“Hey, hey,” he realized that she was getting worked up and he gave her a weak smile. “This is what you are stressing over? The fact that you and my late wife were close? And so what if you brought her junk food? At least you were getting her to eat something. I could barely get her to eat in the hospital. If anything, that made me the shitty husband. You allowed her to enjoy food at the end of her life. Gave her something to look forward to.”
“But I did it behind your back. I knew you would be furious with me if I did it,” she stressed to him and it made him smile.
“I guess this is where I should admit that I heard you talking to Jordyn about this a while ago,” he confessed to her, his thick eyebrows bouncing up. There was a muscle in his jaw that flexed and he gave her a simple shrug. “I’m not mad at you for any of that Y/N. In fact? It makes me love you more. I think Lucille would have picked you to be the one that I spent the rest of my life with if it wasn’t her.”
“I don’t know. You don’t think she would be furious that we are together?” she confirmed with Negan who tipped his head to the side and gave her an expecting glance.
“She asked you to take care of me,” he reminded her of what she had told Jordyn. Releasing a long exhale, she felt her face get hot. “My wife knew that the only person that could save me was you. And she wasn’t wrong. I think she saw that I already had feelings for you. Even though my dad is a complete asshat, he wasn’t wrong. Most men don’t keep this beautiful young girl around them and their families all the time.”
“I was your friend,” she countered, shaking her head with Negan huffing out. Back then, things were mostly innocent. “And I was her friend too. That’s all it really was.”
“We both went down on you Y/N,” he pointed out, with his face scrunching up in disbelief. “And you went down on her. I think we were both already kind of involving you in our lives. I have no doubt that if Lucille wouldn’t have gotten sick, you would have been fucking the both of us in no time. We both very much enjoyed our time with you and it was hard not falling in love with you because our daughter loved you from the start. I think we both very much felt something for you.”
“That was layered with both extremely sexual and sweet things with what you just said,” she frowned realizing that was just how Negan was. He could take anything and make it sexual. “I don’t know Negan. I feel guilty. I kept things from you. And that was the thing you liked about me, that I never lied to you. That I couldn’t lie to you. I always told the truth. But these were things that you should have known. Lucille meant a lot to you.”
“Okay, then I forgive you for not telling me. But? Knowing that you did what you did just makes me love you more because you did the right thing. You cared about the people I love the most in the world, I can’t fault you for that,” he realized that her panicking about this was a big deal for her. In her eyes? This was a problem. In his opinion? It was another reason to be head over heels in love with her. “I mean, you don’t have to feel bad about it.”
“Yeah, but…” she paused, biting down on her bottom lip. By the expression on his face, she knew he was telling the truth. Yet these were things that ate away at her for years. “There are just things you need to know about me that aren’t that good. You know? Like…I did very bad things when I was taking care of you. Sometimes, you would get so drunk and when I’d have to change you out of your clothes, I would take a look even though I knew that I shouldn’t have.”
“Oh no, you took a look?” he teased her eliciting a frustrated sound from her. “I wish you would have put it in your mouth instead of just stealing a look.”
“Stop it Negan! These are bad things I did,” she frowned at the idea that he was making a joke of it. “I would watch you in the shower from the door of the bathroom sometimes.”
“I know,” he reasoned with her, shrugging his shoulders and releasing a loud grunt. “Y/N, goddamn it. I am not a good person. We’ve talked about this. I knew that you were watching me. I wanted you to react. I wanted you to make the first move because I knew if the school found out we were an item, I would have lost my job. And I liked my job. So I did just about everything to have you make the first move. Whether it was jacking off in the shower, walking around in next to nothing or flirting with you. It got to the point where when we were in bed together, I would pretend to be sleeping and I would grind up against you hoping that I would turn you on enough to make you hop on it. If anyone is bad, it’s me. Not you. I would do everything possible to get you to fuck me.”
“I thought I was reading things wrong and I would be taking advantage of someone who was hurt,” she conceded, swallowing down hard at the memory of how things were back then. “Trust me, I so badly wanted to. And then I also thought that maybe I would be doing something against Lucille and our friendship. I promised to take care of you, not to fuck you.”
“Sometimes that’s taking care of me,” he tried to lighten the mood causing her to grumble out and poke him in the ribs. Snickering, he pressed a loving kiss against her cheek and hummed. “Listen, none of the bad that you think you did comes anywhere near what I’ve done. So just forget about thinking that you have to confess all of your sins because you’re an angel compared to me.”
Sweeping his fingers in underneath her chin, he urged her toward him so he could brush his lips in over hers in a tender sweep. At first she was open to the idea, but then pulled away with a shake of her head, “You know how the plumbing at my apartment was awful?”
“Why are we talking about plumbing?” he chuckled, his head tipping back so his hazel eyes could gaze upon her. Again, this seemed serious so he gratified her with an answer. “I do remember that being a complaint that both you and Maggie had. The water was either freezing cold or burning hot. There was no in between.”
“Right. If you remember, if someone was taking a shower and you used water anywhere else in the house, the shower would go freezing. Like incredibly fucking cold,” she reminded him, evoking Negan to snicker against her flesh when he pressed another teasing kiss over her neck. “Whenever you were taking a shower at our place, I would turn the dishwasher on so it would be ice cold for you. I was so jealous of your relationship with Maggie and I was angry. I wanted you to suffer.”
A loud booming laugh surrounded her with Negan reaching up to cup her face in his hands delicately, “Fair play.”
“It was really pathetic,” she realized, the bridge of her nose wrinkling with how amused Negan seemed to be from her confession. “It’s not funny Negan, that was some seriously juvenile shit that I did.”
“I’ve done worse things to people and I’m much older than you are,” he recognized, tugging her in closer to him so she could crawl in over his lap. “I don’t care about whatever it is that you think you’ve done wrong. I should have just done what I wanted back then. Ignored my fears. We could have just hid it from the school. I just wanted you so fucking bad. And I felt like it was wrong for some reason.”
Dragging his thumb across her bottom lip, he hummed when she took it between her lips to suck faintly at it, “Which sucks really because if I would have fucked you when I was younger I could have really put you through the fucking ringer. I would have fucked the hell out of you. Now? My back isn’t the best.”
“For someone with a hurt back you do just fine fucking me,” she informed him with an amused sound that brought forth an arrogant smile that tugged at his handsome features. “I can’t imagine how I would feel when you were younger. Because if it was more extreme than what you are like now? You might have killed me.”
“Do you know how incredibly fucking sexy it is that you are wearing my shirt with it open like that?” he slurred, his palms sliding in underneath the material to caress up and over the sides of her body. Cupping the area right below her breasts, he hummed with her arching her back. Swallowing down hard, he felt a rush flood his veins with the way her head tipped back and her eyes closed. A faint moan escaped her parted lips with him testing the flesh of her breasts in his palms. “You drive me fucking crazy and you always have. But in the best of ways.”
Teasing the rough pad of his thumb over her nipple, he paid close attention to her reaction to his touch. A warmth flooded throughout his veins when she purred out at the sensation. Working the taut bud beneath his touch, he pinched at her nipple having her arching forward toward him. Lifting up, his mouth started to press hot, wet, open-mouthed kisses over the side of her neck. Her breathing grew louder, her body sliding in closer to him. Nipping at her skin had her whimpering and it sent a chill through his body. When her fingers sank into his dark hair, he loved the way she would tug faintly at it. Tipping his head back, he stared up at her with awe and desire. His arrogant smile gradually appeared and he dragged his tongue across his bottom lip in a slow sweep. Taking his time, he slowly pushed at the material of his shirt to reveal her breasts to him. Adjusting his positioning, he leaned in just enough to outstretch his tongue, circling one of her nipples with just the tip of it. Gradually, the strength of his tongue focusing on the sensitive nipple grew stronger. Growling against her flesh had her cooing out, her fingers hooking tighter into his hair. Finally taking it fully into his mouth, he suckled tenderly at the flesh focusing on doing what he had learned she liked. Focusing on her, he wanted to draw out her pleasure. With a wet sound, his kisses dragged across the length of her chest before focusing on her other breast. Playing with her breasts was one of his favorite things. The sounds she made while he caressed at one and suckled at the flesh on the other drove him crazy.
“Negan,” she purred out his name, her hand reaching between them so she could palm in over his body. Moaning against her flesh, he pulled away from her nipple with a wet popping sound and he licked his lips.
Sliding his right hand up, his fingers curled around her throat provoking her to release a tense exhale. Her caress continued over his body with him lifting up enough to nip at her chin faintly. Once he grew rigid beneath her touch, she carefully adjusted her hips over him. Stroking at his erection, she lined it up with her entrance and unhurriedly lowered her hips down over his length. Not rushing, she allowed him to fill her with his moan vibrating against her skin, “You feel so fucking good…”
Loosely hooking his left arm around her waist, his bicep flexed bringing her in closer to him with her purring out. Dragging his thumb out across her bottom lip, he hummed out when she took the tip of it between her lips. Sucking at it had him growling out, pulling his hand away with a wet sound to cover his mouth with hers. Hungrily he kissed her, his tongue brushing out against hers. Grunting, he tipped his head back and dragged his bottom lip just barely over her lips.
“Stay just like this for a minute,” he coached her, looking down between them. Sliding his palms up her body and then down over the lengths of her back, his large hands squeezed at her ass eliciting him to release a hum. “Being inside of you feels fucking amazing, you know that?”
Her pupils were dilated and her breathing was broken, “It feels like your body was made for my cock. The way your tight pussy clings to my big cock, like we were made for one another…I just want to stay inside of you forever.”
“That’d make life a bit hard, don’t you think?” she stammered, kissing tenderly at his bottom lip finding it hard not to move with him filling her the way that he did. Having him inside of her like that ached, especially with him stagnant.
“I like it when you make me hard,” he growled nipping at her bottom lip and giving it a small tug. Adjusting his body, he pressed his back further up against the headboard. Squeezing over her bottom again, he gave her ass a firm smack and her gasp followed. “Do you like being stuffed full of daddy’s thick cock?”
“Yes,” she winced when his fingers returned to her throat, curling firmly around it. Lifting up, her fingers wrapped around his wrist when his other hand dropped between them. Slowly, he circled her clit with the rough pad of his thumb working up the most addictive sounding moan from her. “Please.”
“Please what?” he demanded an answer from her, finding amusement in the way she looked. There was desperation in her eyes for some form of movement. Her hips were trembling while he caressed her sensitive bundle of nerves. Gradually her hips started to rock against the movements drawing her to grind against him. Doing that made her clamp tighter around him and he moaned out. “Speak when you are spoken to honey.”
“Please let me move,” she begged behind a whimper and he released a tsking sound. Shaking his head, he smiled causing her to give him a pleading expression. “You know…for being my new fiancé, you sure aren’t being very giving.”
“Patience darlin’,” he slurred, his eyelids growing heavy when he motioned her to wait. Moving his hand from between her legs, he reached out for the top drawer of the nightstand. Inside there was a red scarf that he grabbed. Releasing her throat, he was careful in the way that he wrapped the scarf around her eyes. With an amused rumble of a sound, he tipped his head back and dropped his hands to her bottom again. Smacking her ass once more had her gasping out and he hummed. “You can move but take your time. Don’t rush it.”
Licking her lips, she realized what he was doing. Drawing out the pleasure by taking away her eyesight. It was dark and she knew that she would have to brace herself before she could do what he asked. Dragging her fingertips across the center of his chest, she found his shoulder and loosely wrapped her arm around him. The scratching sensation of Negan’s short beard teasing at her neck was felt when he started to pepper wet kisses against the side of her neck. Following his instructions, she started off small just rocking her hips. A low rumble of a moan vibrated against the side of her neck because the depths of her body squeezed tightly at his cock. Continuing to do that had his breathing going louder and she realized this may have been affecting him more than it was her. After a while she started moving further allowing just a small amount of him to pull from her before she lowered down again. Clutching firmly to her bottom, Negan started to help her move over his length with the soft sounds of their skin starting to smack.
“Fuck,” he hissed against her jawline, another smacking sound surrounding them when he brought his hand down over her bottom again. Her body tightened and he moaned against her flesh at the sensation. Keeping is left arm hooked around her waist to help her movements, his right hand palmed in over her breast giving it a firm squeeze. Panting, she enjoyed the way his palm returned to her throat with the warmth of his lips hovering over hers. “This cock was meant to be yours. You handle it so fucking well darlin’. And he just loves being inside of you.”
It was a nice contrast of how Negan could go from making love to her when they first got home to being incredibly sexual and dominant the next. He was capable of wearing many hats which always made things interesting. With Negan? It was certain that she would never be bored.
“He better like being inside of me,” she purred out, her head tipping back when she started to move harder over him. His deep breaths surrounded her and she liked the way that all of her other senses were enhanced with having her vision taken away. “Considering you want to spend the rest of your life with me.”
“Oh, trust me. He fucking looks very much forward to that,” he hummed, stealing a kiss from her lips with the strength of his grasp getting slightly stronger around her throat. Sucking in a sharp breath of air, her hips bounced harder over his length drawing out a deep, raspy moan from his throat. “You are so fucking beautiful.”
A euphoric sensation was building up in her belly with every movement she made over him. It wasn’t taking long to work up to the orgasm that was just waiting to happen. The wet sounds of their body echoed around his bedroom with his winces growing louder. A whine escaped her throat and he hushed her, urging her movements to continue over him when her head tipped back. Wet kisses were being deposited against the side of her neck with Negan praising her for what she was doing.
“That’s it darlin’, almost there,” he assured her with her moans starting to become more frequent. Maybe it was a mix of all the things happening from the blindfold, to the way that he was holding her throat, but this was all doing an amazing job at getting her to reach an orgasm that had her whimpering out his name. Pulling her hips up and away from him had his amused snickering vibrating against the side of her neck. “It’s a good thing it’s the weekend because daddy is going to take good care of you tonight. You’re gonna need your rest tomorrow.”
With tremoring thighs, she fell in against him with his left hand caressing up over the length of her back. Her heart was pounding away inside of her chest, still living high off the first orgasm that she brought herself to. Butterfly like kisses were pressed at the side of her face and she sucked in loudly when he released her throat.
“We’re going to move you,” he whispered, moving out from beneath her, but still kept a hold of her so she wouldn’t fall. Moving in behind her, his right arm hooked around her waist to pull her up to her knees causing her to gasp. Balancing her weight, she tipped her head back with the sensation of Negan kissing over the side of her neck. “You’re going to grab the headframe, okay?”
Palming down over her arms, he stopped at her wrists and loosely grabbed them. Helping her lift them, he urged her to curl her fingers around the headboard and hummed against her flesh, “You’re not going to want to let go.”
Taking his time, he made sure that her body was comfortable and she was grasping tightly to the headboard. With a smirk, he caressed up over her shoulders enjoying the way her body reacted to simply his touch. Humming out, he traced lines between her shoulder blades, following her spine down to her hips. Sliding his large hands out over her hips, he smirked with the sigh she released. Getting up on his knees, he moved in closer to her. A tremoring breath escaped her and it made him smile. At this point, they had been together many times, but she still had the same reaction to him every time they were near one another.
“I don’t think you realize what you do to me,” he slurred, dipping down enough to press pampering kisses over her shoulder. His hands dropped down and slid forward to grasp at the front of her thighs when he positioned his knees just beside hers. Sliding his right hand up, he palmed in over her most intimate parts while reaching between them with his left hand to caress at his solid length. “I look forward to every fucking moment we share together.”
Tracing the tip of his cock through her folds, he took his time lining his body up with hers before unhurriedly rolling his hips up against her bottom, sinking into her with ease. It had her crying out his name and his moan vibrated against the side of her neck. Placing his left hand in over her lower abdomen, he cherished the warmth of her tight canal clinging to him.
“You feel so fucking good,” he slurred, lazily pulling his hips back before rolling them forward with a small smacking sound from his hips colliding with her bottom. At first things started off slow. Dragging things out would drive her crazy with yearning. Gradually, each thrust grew in speed and strength with the headboard of the bed smacking against the wall. Her cries intensified with him kissing over the side of her neck. “Good girl…”
Her body wanted to fall forward toward the headboard, but the grasp his left hand had on her lower abdomen kept her where she was. Panting out, her right hand dropped down from the headboard to reach back to grasp at Negan’s thigh. The rough fingertips on his right hand were matching the tempo he had set with his hips over her clitoris.
“Negan…” she whined, her fingers digging into his flesh drawing out a raspy moan. With her eyes covered, it made it feel like everything was spinning around her. The deep plunges of Negan’s cock inside of her were hitting all the right places and he knew her body enough by now to realize what he was doing to her. Her heart was pounding inside of her chest and there was a rush flooding to her head. “Fuck…”
“Let it happen,” his movements grew more determined when he realized her thighs were tremoring. Loud, continuous smacking sounds surrounded them with her panting out his name. A moan followed by an amused sound pressed against her ear when Negan pulled back his hips. Licking his lips, Negan looked down between them and snorted. Y/N’s body was weak with him wrapping his arm around her waist. “You are so much fucking fun. My ego was already big, but with you…?”
A moment later Negan was forcing her hands back up on the bedframe again, but this time his fingers hooked with hers. When he sank back into her it had her whimpering out and he growled against her flesh. Keeping up with the same force he had previously, he knew that she was already sensitive. Her hips pulled up, but he followed her movement until another wet sound filled the air.
“Give me a minute,” she begged, her fingers squeezing tightly to his with him kissing down over her jawline. Her body was already spent and she was incredibly overstimulated with her body shaking. “You’re trying to kill me here.”
“There are worse ways to go,” he assured her, looking down between them with a wince. His cock was aching for a release, but he was giving her exactly what she asked for and that was a second to catch her breath. Palming up over the sides of her body, his hands settled at her breasts to give them a tender squeeze. “I’m so glad that I’ve allowed you to experience things you never have. Real, true sexual pleasure.”
“You’re ridiculous,” she huffed out, purring out with the way that Negan’s rough fingertips circled her nipples.
“And you love it,” he retorted with a snort, dropping his right hand to tap at her hip. Sliding back to give her some space, he panted and licked his lips. “Let’s get you to lay down on your stomach. Give your legs a break.”
Helping her to lay down carefully, he moved in over her so that his knees were pressed snuggly up against her sides. Wanting to calm her for just a moment, he rubbed at her back and shoulders listening to the way that her breathing grew less broken.
“By how happy you get making me squirt, I feel like I should be as arrogant as you are,” she announced, getting more relaxed on the pillows. Negan’s hard cock was resting against her bottom so it was hard to really not focus on that while he gave her a massage. “I don’t think you’re used to someone who does that.”
“I mean I’ve experienced it a few times. But? Your body makes me feel incredible,” he alerted her, grabbing a hold of his length with his right hand to caress over his manhood. “You should feel fucking arrogant. I’m fucking obsessed with you. You are the woman I want to spend forever with, so yeah. Be fucking arrogant.”
Lowering himself over her, he was careful in the way he balanced his weight. Reaching between them, he dropped his stare to watch the swollen tip of his cock press at her entrance. Licking his lips, he snickered at the gasp she released when he led himself into her. Just teasing her with the tip at first, he knew she was incredibly sensitive so she would be feeling every part of this.
“You are so fucking perfect,” he growled out, starting to thrust just the first few inches into her. Watching her squirm beneath him only turned him on more and he loved every bit of this. Lowering himself in closer to her, he reached for her hands and hooked his fingers with hers. Every part of him was on fire and he knew that he could spend a lot of time teasing her, but his body was aching for a release. Grunting against the side of her neck, he started pounding into her from behind working to get himself up to that euphoric sensation that he was desperate for. Her fingers hooked tighter around his, her moans like music to his ears with him fucking her. “You’re so fucking wet and you feel so fucking good around my big cock.”
Biting at her jawline, he grunted with the loud smacking sounds that came from their skin, “Do you like the way that feels? Huh?”
“Negan,” she whined, her eyes slamming shut when he paused his movements, filling her to the brin. Trying to pull her hips up, his hips followed hers and he stayed stagnant inside of her. “Yes. Yes, I love the way it feels.”
“Good girl,” he praised her, starting to buck up against her in slow, firm movements that had her panting out his name. Once he started to feel a fire flooding his veins, he knew he wasn’t far from an orgasm himself. His thrusts grew loud with his continuous forward movements having her whimpering with each thrust. Squeezing tighter to her fingers, his head lowered to nuzzle his nose in against the back of her neck when he felt the first sign of his release. Slowing down his movements, he continued to pump his come into her releasing a deep rumble of a growl at the way it felt. Even the way she sounded when he came inside of her drove him wild with desire. Looking down between them, he took his time to pull his hips away from hers. Maybe he was too hyper focused on the way his cock pulled from her with a wet sound, but it was a sight he enjoyed. Watching his cum dripping down her folds made him smile. With another soft smack at her bottom, he realized that this was his entirely and that made him proud. Carefully crawling in beside her, he laid down and sighed. Palming in over her bottom, he could hear her breathing broken when he slid his fingers back into her already sensitive body. Dragging them forward and slowly back had him coating his fingers in their release. When he pulled them from her body, he took his time drawing shapes over her fleshy bottom. The sounds of her labored breathing had an arrogant smile plastered over his handsome features. “I know this is really fucking random, but have you ever thought about wanting to have a child?”
“You already have a child,” she reminded him, weakly looking over her shoulder at him making his thick eyebrows bounce up. Even though that was the truth, she realized that he was asking her about having a child with him. “We kind of have already nosedived into living with each other and that whole getting engaged thing.”
“I think we’d make a really cute baby,” he insisted, pressing in closer to her so he could curl his arm around her and cuddle her tight. “I’m certain that Jordyn would be a good big sister. And? You know my mother would support it.”
“I just got promoted. I’m not sure that Guy would be happy with me being pregnant,” she thought aloud, humming out at the way he held her tightly. It felt nice being held like this after the intense sex session they just had. “It probably wouldn’t look good for his company.”
“Listen, it could start a new trend. I’m sure pregnant women would love to wear his clothes. It could be a whole new line for Vixen,” he teased, peppering kisses at the side of her neck. A tiny laugh escaped her with her hand reaching down to hook her fingers with his. “Vixen would look amazing on a pregnant woman. And? We’ve already fucked so many times without protection…so…who knows? You could already be pregnant.”
“Are you saying I’m looking fat?” she looked over her shoulder again provoking him to snort and his face scrunched up. He didn’t know if she was serious and actually offended or if she was fucking with him. “I’m teasing you. I know you’ve told me in the past that you wanted to have a lot of children. I just…I guess I haven’t thought about it for me. I know that I’ve been on birth control while we are doing this. Why are you asking? Do you want me to stop taking the birth control?”
“Not necessarily. I’m just putting the idea out there. It’s just…my favorite thing in the world is being a dad. I really fucking love it. And we already lost so much time, I think it’s worth putting the idea out into the world. Let your brain process it for a while,” he suggested allowing her to turn in his arms so they could face each other. Palming lovingly in over the side of her face had her smiling. “I love you. I know I want to spend forever with you. And I just know that you make me really fucking happy.”
“Let’s take some time to focus on us for a while and then see what happens,” she reached for his hand to bring it to her so she could place a kiss over the center of his palm. “I’m not saying no. The idea of being pregnant does scare me a little bit, but I love you and I know that I want a future with you. I just never really thought I would have children after…everything that has happened over the last few years.”
“Being pregnant scares you?” he confirmed what he heard her say and she gave him a tiny nod. “Why?”
“I don’t know, I’ve never been pregnant. You’re growing a whole tiny little being inside of you,” she pointed out, brushing her fingers into his wet, messy hair. “You hear a lot of horror stories about being pregnant. Plus? I’m already a mom without having to give birth. I love being a mom, but actually birthing my own child…?”
“You’re an amazing mother to Jordyn. I don’t doubt that you would be a good mother,” he insisted, stealing a quick kiss from her noticing the distant look in her eyes. “I’m not going to force you to get pregnant, I just wanted to put the idea out there. You know? I just want to live happily ever after with you. And the idea of you being pregnant with my baby growing inside of you just really turns me on.”
“I think everything turns you on,” she poked him in the chest hearing the snort that she got in return. Yes, she was swaying away from the subject, but it wasn’t because she hated it, she was just not sure of it. “You’re just horny all the time.”
“Fair enough,” he chuckled, pressing his forehead to hers and releasing a happy sound. “But? It’s more so you. You turn me on and make me happy. Being married to you and sharing a life with you sounds like the best future I could ever ask for.”
“And we’re working on that,” she assured him, stealing another kiss from his lips and giving him a weak smile. “We’ll just keep doing what we’ve been doing. Moving forward with each other and taking everything one step at a time.”
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“Are you sure your mother is okay with keeping Jordyn until later tonight?” Y/N confirmed with Negan, looking around the busy restaurant that he had brought her to. After spending most of the day together in bed, Negan insisted that he wanted to take her to a nice place to celebrate their engagement. Once more, this was a place that was totally out of her element with how expensive it was. She knew this was a life that Negan was used to when he wanted it, but it wasn’t for her. Hell, she would have been just as happy with a burger place in the city. Negan didn’t have to keep trying to impress her. “I feel bad that she has had to watch her.”
“My mother loves spending time with Jordyn and you know that she pampers the hell out of Jordyn,” Negan lifted his stare from the wine menu that he was looking at, his hazel eyes shifting between her and the people surrounding them. “Plus? My mother knows that I’d like to pamper you for a while. Tonight, when we get home, Jordyn will be there and we can celebrate with her. I know she’ll be excited to hear about the engagement.”
“We should treat your parents to a nice dinner, or something?” she suggested with a long sigh eliciting a tiny smirk to tug at Negan’s features.
“How about we take my mother out for something special? My father has just existed. It’s my mother doing all the work,” he reminded her evoking her cheeks to flush over with a warmth when she gave him a small nod. “I haven’t even received a text or a call from my father to congratulate me on being engaged to you and you know that he knows.”
“He probably just thinks that your mother writing us involves him,” she thought aloud realizing that the last time they saw his father she did actually tell him off for the way that he treated Negan. “I’m not sure your father is my biggest fan after the way I corrected his behavior around you.”
“Well, I’m your biggest fan so I don’t think his opinion fucking matters,” he countered, the lines in his forehead growing when he spoke. “My mother and Jordyn love you too. My father just doesn’t like to be put in his place. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen anyone do it. Which makes me realize even more that you are the love of my life and my soulmate. Lucille got angry with him in the past, but out of respect she would just keep her mouth shut.”
“Well shit. Does that mean I’m disrespectful?” she wondered getting him to release another frustrated breath. That made her nervous.
“It was different for her. She grew up with my father in her life. You know?” he tried to reason with her what he meant, dramatically bobbing his head about when he spoke. “She was around to see the abuse I took from him. Thankfully, you didn’t have to see that. It wasn’t pretty. I was an emotional mess when it happened. Hating my father and being heart broken that my mother kept letting it happen. We were young, so while Lucille was furious, she kept her mouth shut. Out of the fear that he could separate us. She was still there for me, she just didn’t want to push the wrong buttons.”
“I understand,” she whispered, reaching out to place her hand in over his. Caressing over it in a comforting sweep, she knew by the expression on his face that it upset him to talk about his father. It always did. “I hate that you had to go through that growing up. No one should ever do that to their children.”
Instead of saying anything, he swallowed down hard and squeezed her fingers in his, “Anyway…what were you thinking of getting to eat? A lot of what they make here is really good. A friend of mine introduced me to this place when the chef was up and coming, it’s amazing.”
That was a quick sway away from his past, but she knew why he did it.
“Looking at the prices makes me just want to order water,” she was honest, getting a glare from him in response. “I hate the idea of you having to spend so much money on me Negan. The ring is gorgeous and just by looking at it, I know it cost a pretty penny.”
“But you’re worth it,” he assured her, hushing her worries and sweeping his thumb in over the ring that he had given her. “I want you to have the best of everything. You should know that you are going to be pampered in life when it comes to me. And you need to stop worrying about the cost of things. I am well off.”
“Clearly,” she agreed with him, feeling an ache in her chest looking at the menu again. Most of her days were spent in the past ordering cheap food with Daryl. They’d eat something cheap late at night. So expensive food made her uncomfortable. “I’m just used to eating things like Chinese takeout.”
“Well think of it this way, you’re engaged to a man that loves to cook and bake. So you’re not going to have to worry about going out to eat often. You will have a fiancé that pampers you, so just enjoy it now,” Negan insisted, caressing his fingers over the pulse point of her wrist. No matter how many times he tried to get her to stop thinking about the price of things, it wouldn’t change her thoughts. “Stop feeling bad about things you deserve.”
“I would have been okay with ordering pizza in and eating it in bed,” she admitted with a tip of her head, gazing around at the people that were in the restaurant. These were not the kind of people she was used to spending time around. “I’m sore anyways. We didn’t sleep much. I’m not sure how you even have as much energy as you do.”
“I get my electrolytes in,” he joked, his nose wrinkling in amusement with her rolling her eyes at his comment. “I don’t know. My body is in a constant state of…excitement? You just bring out the best in me and…” he looked down toward the center of his lap, tipping his head to the side when he spoke up again, “He gets really happy being around you. I’ve come more in the last few weeks than I have in months.”
“Negan,” she hushed him, waving her hand about to hint that they were surrounded by people so it wasn’t good to speak like that. “They can hear you.”
“No one cares what I’m saying. They are so lost in themselves that I could swear a ton and they wouldn’t hear me,” he assured her taking a look around at the tables that were by them. “Watch…” he paused for a moment, holding his finger up to motion her to listen. “Cunt, fuck, bitch, fuckity, fuck…”
A smacking sound drew Negan to laugh against her palm when she had covered his mouth before he could utter another word. Looking around, she realized that Negan was right. No one heard him and no one seemed to care. Releasing his mouth had his eyebrows bouncing up, “See? No one gives a shit. They are too busy with themselves.”
Part of her was shocked, but then again, it was loud in the restaurant. People were shouting trying to get heard. Then again, that was pretty much everywhere in New York City unless you got lucky and found a place that wasn’t super busy.
“So when were you thinking you wanted to get married?” he blurt out while she looked at the menu again. That was a very random question to ask. “We really haven’t taken the time to talk about that kind of shit. Do you want to get married soon? I don’t know if you want to have it at a church or a special place or if you even want a big wedding.”
“I guess I really never thought about it,” she spoke nervously at the idea of it because getting married didn’t seem like a possibility until recently. “I don’t have a big family anymore. I just have the ones that you know about, so a big wedding probably isn’t something we need to do.”
“How about New Years?” he threw out the idea drawing her to release a tense breath. “We can have a few people come and get married on New Years. I think that would be a good idea, don’t you?”
“Do you realize how close New Years is?” she inquired getting him to arch his eyebrow in amusement at her response. That was fast for her, but for him? It didn’t seem like something he worried too much about. “That really doesn’t give a whole lot of time for planning. I figured you might want to have a wedding with your family and people might not be readily available.”
“I don’t really care about my family. Jordyn and my mother are the only two that I care about,” he contemplated her question and sighed loudly. “I think a small little wedding between the two of us would be really nice. A private little thing.”
“I guess there is a lot to think about,” she muttered, her throat tensing up realizing that she likely seemed to be dragging her heels at the idea. It was just that everything was happening so fast. She loved Negan and she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him, but their relationship was progressing at high speeds. “It would be a little strange going back to work, wouldn’t it? People would think you were dating Maggie still only to find out you’re married to someone completely different.”
“I told you that I don’t care what other people think,” he repeated what he had told her in the past having her suck in a sharp breath of air. “No one is going to care if I married you instead of Maggie. It’s none of their business.”
“I don’t want you to think that I don’t want to marry you because I do,” she began, pushing her menu forward and releasing a long exhale. “I just know at that last event I went to people kept coming up to me thinking I was Maggie. They were telling me how much you loved me and then we told them I wasn’t Maggie. They are going to think certain things…”
“And what they don’t know is our history. That Maggie was a fucking cunt,” Negan blurt out causing her to choke at how blunt he was being with that word. “The woman kept us apart for years and she was cheating on me. My life is none of their business. Plus? People know that you’re Jordyn’s mother. It’s not like I’ve hidden you from people. I never did. And the people that were around when you were a student probably already think that we were fucking to begin with.”
“Oh, that’s…comforting…” she didn’t know how to respond to that considering things were so…complicated?
“You have to learn to stop caring what other people think about you. Your life is the only thing that matters in this moment. Choose yourself instead of worrying about what the rest of the world might think,” he urged her to stop panicking about the things people might judge them for. “Your happiness means more than some asshole’s judgements.”
“I get that,” she knew he was right, but she realized that most people would not understand everything that they had been through. In such a short amount of time, they had started dating, moved in together and had gotten engaged. If they were also married? People would be suspicious of that kind of thing.
“Plus? Maggie is already off dating the virgin pizza boy,” he reminded her with a snickering sound, bobbing his head about. “And I know for a fact that she doesn’t care what people think. To her? Being separated from me is no big fucking deal.”
“I get that, but I’m not her,” she realized he was again right, but she just wasn’t used to this kind of life that she was starting to have.
“And thank fucking God for that,” he interrupted her thoughts, reaching for her hand again to get her to focus on him. “You’re the one that I want to be with, not Maggie. You are better than Maggie in every way possible. So please, stop worrying so damn much.”
More could have been said, but the waiter came to get their drink orders and Negan ordered some kind of fancy wine for the two of them to celebrate. When they brought the glasses and the bottle to the table, she kept quiet. Negan was trying to pamper her and give her something worth remembering. She didn’t want to seem ungrateful. Afterwards, she asked Negan’s recommendations on food and when the waiter came she just picked something that seemed the best from what he suggested.
“I was thinking…” Negan started, leaning in closer to her to grab a hold of her hand once more. “We could rent a place up north. Somewhere nice that is pretty. Take my parents and Jordyn. I can get a photographer and someone to marry us. We can get married either New Years Eve or New Years Day. We can pick out your dress and my suit. Something like that. What do you think? Unless you want to stay in the city and get married. I just thought it would be nice to go somewhere to relax and be alone. Share some time with the little one.”
“You really mean all of this, huh?” she was surprised that he had been thinking so deeply about it. “You want to get married as soon as possible?”
“I do and if you want to still have a big wedding afterward, we can get married twice. Once in front of friends and alone,” he commented, tipping his head from side to side. “I can think of a place up north that is really beautiful. Big windows. We can take some nice photos. It’s in the mountains, we can get married, cuddle up by the fire and spend some time with Jordyn.”
“That does sound really nice,” she knew that he was trying to go all out with this, but when she agreed to marry him, she didn’t think that he meant in only a few weeks. Most people didn’t move at the rate that they were. “I don’t want you to regret this Negan.”
“We’ve talked about this already. I’m not going to. We wasted so much time already that…” he began but was soon interrupted when someone pulled a chair in beside them at the table causing him to grunt when they separated their hand holding. Looking beside them, Negan let out a frustrated sound when he saw that it was Maggie that was taking a seat at the table beside them. “Maggie? What the fuck?”
Honestly? After being in Maggie’s life for years, Y/N guessed that Maggie was plastered. She was dressed in very casual clothes and she looked messy. Which was not something that Maggie often did in public.
“So,” Maggie started, reaching for Y/N’s hand and pulling it to her to gaze upon the ring that was there. Holding Y/N’s hand up, Maggie waved it about and huffed. “It is true. You two are engaged to be married, huh? You didn’t waste any time what-so-ever.”
“Maggie, what the fuck are you doing here?” Negan was the first to speak up, trying to get Maggie to let go of Y/N’s hand, but she just pulled it back and away from Negan. It was Y/N loosening Maggie’s hand from her grasp that finally got Maggie to notice Y/N for the first time. “Please be an adult and fucking leave. We’re in a public place that is…”
“Oh, it’s really fucking nice. I know. You’ve brought me here a few times,” Maggie announced, bobbing her head back toward Negan with a slur becoming rather prevalent in her tone showing that she was drunk. Dramatically moving in her seat, Maggie turned to look at Y/N and gave her a big cheesy smile. “How are you enjoying it Y/N? Are you loving the high life that you have fucked your way into?”
“Wow,” Y/N stammered, licking her lips and forcing herself to look away from Maggie. That was not a comment that she thought she would be hearing from Maggie, but she wasn’t surprised to hear that. “So much for the two of us working on our friendship.”
“What do you mean? We’re great friends,” Maggie reasoned with her, reaching out to squeeze over Y/N’s shoulder. “Everything you have done lately has shown what a good friend you are. You cheated with my boyfriend that I have been with for four years. Then you got my job and got me fired. And on the same day, I found out that my ex decided to ask you to marry him. So yeah, that sounds like a good friendship, doesn’t it?”
“Guy fired you?” Y/N felt her heart skip a beat when Maggie’s eyes got wide and she bobbed her head dramatically. There was the overwhelming sense of guilt that started to eat away at her. Guy said that he was going to wait. “I thought he was going to offer you another job at the company.”
“Oh, so you did know?” Maggie chuckled, nodding her head about and reaching for the glass of wine that was in front of Y/N. Swiftly she drank down the wine and it caused Negan to release a frustrated sound. Slamming the glass down, Maggie reached for the bottle and went to pour herself another glass. “You really are something.”
“He was going to fire you completely because he realize your work wasn’t…” she paused, her throat tensing up when she forced herself to look away from Maggie. “Your work.”
A laugh fell from Maggie’s throat when she tossed back another drink and Negan reached for the bottle to pull it away from Maggie. Placing it at the far end of the table, Negan’s glare was burning a hole right into Maggie, but she didn’t care.
“I convinced him to hire you on as something else. I didn’t want you not to have a job,” Y/N reasoned with Maggie who visibly didn’t believe what she was hearing. “Maggie, when Guy came to me about things, I tried to avoid the truth, but he already knew. I didn’t know what to say, but I fought to make sure…”
“Oh, I know. You got me a job doing blah, blah, blah,” Maggie waved her hand about showing that she didn’t give a shit about what Y/N was saying. “Thank you for that. I’m so happy I’m making a third of what I was before because of you. You are a glorious friend and person.”
“Why the fuck are you here?” Negan demanded Maggie’s attention, placing his hand down on the table in a firm enough motion to make it known he was pissed, but not enough to draw anyone else’s attention. “How did you even know that we were here? I didn’t tell anyone where we were going. This is wrong considering we are celebrating here Maggie.”
“Oh, right! That,” Maggie held her finger up, motioning him to wait. Pulling her cell phone out, Maggie stumbled with it and almost dropped it a few times. Opening it up, she revealed to him the app that Negan had gotten for Jordyn that revealed everyone’s location. “I guess you forgot to take me off the app, huh?”
“So you did the right thing and took advantage of it in order to stalk us,” Negan commented behind a grimaced expression, his voice raspier than normal as he spoke. “How did you even know that we were engaged?”
“It’s the craziest thing. I went out for a walk because I was trying to wrap my mind around things. Figure things out and I ran into your father who was picking up some snacks for Jordyn since your mother was babysitting her,” Maggie explained, tapping her hands on the top of the table and Negan released an upset sound. His eyes gazed between Y/N and Maggie while Maggie continued on. There was a visible discomfort over Y/N’s features. “Your dad told me all about it. Explained that he thought you two just worked better together since the two of you have apparently been fucking since Lucille was alive. Said it made sense that someone like me should aim for someone better than you.”
“Sounds like my father,” Negan realized that his father would indeed say something like that. “It’s good to know that he can tell you all about my engagement instead of actually writing me himself.”
“He fucking hates you Negan, what do you expect?” Maggie spit out in a drunken slur, waving her hand about in the air. A muscle flexed in Negan’s jaw and she shook her head dramatically again. Snatching Y/N’s hand up from the table, Maggie eyed over the ring again and she huffed. “At least you used a different ring. Go figure it’s much nicer than the two you tried to get me to marry you with. Gotta go above and beyond for the perfect little princess here.”
In that moment all the color had drained from Negan’s face and Y/N shifted uncomfortable in the chair that she was in. Clearing her throat, Y/N thought back to when Negan had mentioned the reason that he wasn’t married to Maggie is because Maggie wasn’t the marrying type, “Rings?”
“Oh yeah. Negan asked me multiple times to marry him. So many times. Just about begged me for a while,” Maggie recalled her relationship with Negan, nodding her head as she spoke. “I think the first time was about two years ago. He thought he did something really special. We went for a late-night walk. I think we were in Washington Square Park, he hired some guy to play the violin and got some sap from the college to light candles. Asked me right under the archway. It was really fucking romantic. That first ring though? God, it was awful. I told him no that night and it just crushed his soul. I said I wasn’t ready. We weren’t even living together. I couldn’t imagine wearing that awful ring for the rest of my life. And then he got me another ring. Thought the ring was the problem. Tried mixing things up. Took me to a really nice dinner, and we went to Times Square late at night. Asked me in front of the red stairs, but I told him no again.”
There was a silence between the group and Maggie looked to Y/N who seemed to be staring out at Negan with an upset expression. Looking between the two of them, Maggie laughed and pointed at Y/N, “You didn’t know that Negan asked me to marry him in the past, did you?”
Shaking her head, Y/N looked down and Negan tried to get her to look at him, but Maggie was still very much stuck on the moment, “Oh yeah, the only reason we aren’t married with a bunch of little babies running around is because of me. I can’t tell you how many times Negan begged me to move in with him, marry him and to have babies with him. He was so desperate.”
Reaching out to grab Negan’s chin, Maggie was mocking him and Negan pulled his face away from her with an angered breath, “It just broke his little heart that all I wanted to do was fuck him. He wanted so much more and I wouldn’t give it to him.”
“I can explain…” Negan tried to start, but Maggie released a shocked gasp, looking over toward Y/N who still had her head down.
“Let me guess, you let her believe that you never wanted to marry me,” Maggie placed her hand in over the center of her chest, feigning being shocked with that bit of information. “Nah, you wanted her to believe that she was the light of your life and you were saving yourself for her because I wasn’t good enough for you.”
“Please stop,” Negan begged of her, his angered expression softening as if he was pleading with her to just drop it. “I know you’re upset, but you didn’t even want to marry me. So why the fuck are you here doing this?”
“Oh, but I did want to marry you. I just wasn’t ready for it,” Maggie corrected him, pointing between him and Y/N. “She knew I wanted to marry you too. I told her that many times. When I was ready to settle down, it was you that I wanted.”
“After you cheated on me relentlessly?” Negan snarled, looking around the restaurant to make sure that people were still not paying attention to their drama that was happening. “I heard about your virgin pizza boy that you are with right now. And let’s not fucking forget that you were fucking Guy Vixen for who knows how long.”
“Wow, weren’t you the one that was just preaching about being friends again?” Maggie looked to Y/N, reaching out to grab her chin to get Y/N to look at her. “You would tell Negan anything about me to make him think less of me. Wouldn’t’ you?”
“I think less of you because of you Maggie,” Negan grabbed a hold of Maggie’s arm to get her to release Y/N’s face. “It was you that woke me up to what a vile piece of shit you were. It was you that made me realize I didn’t like the me that I was when I was with you.”
“Oh yes, I heard. You fucked her that night we bickered,” Maggie remembered what Y/N had said provoking a broken sound to fall from Y/N’s throat. “How did you do it Negan? Was it romantic? Did you two talk about me?”
“If you want to bicker with me another day, we can fucking do that, but we’re trying to have a nice meal here and…” Negan grunted when Maggie pulled her arm away from Negan and made it clear that she wasn’t leaving. “Why are you doing this Margaret?”
“Margaret? Maggie? What happened to Mags? You used to call me that all the time,” she stressed to him and Negan rolled his eyes. “I don’t know Negan, maybe I just have nothing else to lose. I lost my boyfriend, I lost my job and I’ve just got about nothing left to fight for. So maybe I just don’t give a shit anymore,” Maggie snarled, looking between the both of them. “Was ruining my life to make your lives better worth it?”
“Did the pizza boy dump you?” Negan wondered, his head tipping to the side when Maggie released a tense laugh. Color flooded into Maggie’s face and Negan could tell that she was embarrassed. “Yeah, I didn’t think so. But you aren’t satisfied with average and normal. Are you Maggie? You’re not okay with being a normal person, dating a normal boy. No, you’re angry because you don’t get to live the high life anymore. You aren’t pampered by some hotshot boyfriend. You aren’t abusing your friendship and using Y/N to do nothing at work just so you can live the glamorous life. You were handed the shit end of the stick because of you Maggie. Not because of us.”
“Oh, but now you got the perfect baby maker so you are set for fucking life, huh?” Maggie snapped back at him and it drew forth a blush over Y/N’s face. Negan knew that Y/N was doing everything not to be upset, but she was. Undoubtedly she was emotional hearing that Negan had begged Maggie to marry him and have children with him, but he was turned down. He never told her that. However? He never thought that would come up. And he didn’t exactly lie. He just said that Maggie wasn’t the marrying type. “Why do you two deserve to be happy and I don’t?”
“You’re the one making yourself miserable,” he replied back, his jaw flexing in frustration. “Please just leave Maggie. This is juvenile. Even for me.”
“Oh, you want to talk about juvenile,” Maggie snapped her fingers turning back to Y/N who looked to Maggie with an obvious sadness in her expression. “Now I know that you already know about Negan’s kinks. We all know that you two have made a video of the two of you having sex. Thank you Crazy Dixon for dropping that bomb on us. I’m sure you’ve done just about every dirty thing there is with him and have recorded it until his little heart’s desire. But?”
“Stop,” Negan demanded seeing Maggie looking through her phone and he didn’t know where this was headed. “Are we really going to try to focus on my kinks again to get her to be scared of me? She knows all about me and she still said yes to marrying me. You’re not going to scare her away with me with my sex kinks Maggie.”
“As I was saying,” Maggie ignored Negan and clung tightly to her phone, “you know that I have been deleting photos and videos off my phone. You’d be surprised how many dick pics Negan sent me or videos of him jacking off. Deleted a whole lot of those. And then there was the kinky shit. Videos of us having sex. There were plenty of them since it really gives him a thrill. I came upon a video that I actually think you’d like to see.”
“We’re in public Maggie,” Negan stressed to her, reaching out to try to stop her by grabbing her phone, but Maggie smacked his hand away. “This is fucked up.”
“When did being in public ever bother you. Do you know how many times the two of us had sex in a public place? The idea of getting caught thrills you. I can’t tell you how many times I jerked him off under a table like this in public or how many times he fingered me. It’s really a thing for him,” Maggie explained to Y/N who swallowed down hard and kept quiet which surprised Maggie. “But back to this video. You see, I thought it was just like all the others. Negan would grab a phone, set it up on the nightstand and we’d fuck. He wanted to watch a job well done.”
“Stop,” Y/N turned her head away when she saw a video that Maggie was scrolling through was one of her and Negan having very energetic sex together. This was not something that needed to be done here. “Negan is right. This is wrong. Just wait until we are out of here.”
“No, I don’t think I will. I’m sorry for the sex part and the nudity, but I think you need to hear this,” Maggie denied the offer to leave, sliding her chair in closer to Y/N who looked like she would rather be anywhere else right now. “You see, I didn’t remember this night. I was clearly blasted and so was he. Super drunk. Probably spent a night out together since it was in the first few months of dating. You know, when we were living together and he would come over to fuck me knowing that you were living there too?”
“This is so fucking stupid,” Negan reached for her phone again, but Maggie blocked him. This time he settled down because he could see what he had just done drew the attention of a person at the other table. “Maggie, please…she doesn’t need to see us having sex.”
“It’s not the sex that I’m showing her you shithead,” Maggie corrected him, shaking her head and then pointing to the phone. Turning up the volume, she held it out in front of Y/N. “You deserve to hear this because I think Negan has you believing he is so fucking innocent and I’m the one that is in the wrong. That I’m the only one that was out to hurt you, but this here proves otherwise.”
The vein at the side of Negan’s neck was bulging in anger when Maggie stopped at a certain part of the video where Negan was laying in over Maggie after they were obviously done with their acts. “Whatever this is Y/N, don’t listen to her bullshit. She’s just trying to fuck things up more here and I don’t even know what this is. She’s fucking miserable that you finally got what you wanted and that I dumped her so she wants to ruin things for us.”
“Let her be the judge of that honey,” Maggie scoffed, going to hit play, but was surprised when Y/N immediately hit the button to stop the video from playing. A thankful breath escaped Negan’s throat that she didn’t allow the video to play. Maggie’s green eyes lifted with Y/N shaking her head. “You should hear this.”
“What’s the plan here? Are you trying to upset me? Because I’m already upset. Doing this isn’t going to win you back Negan, even if you do end up separating us from one another,” Y/N expressed her views to Maggie and when Y/N said that she could tell that Negan was upset that she would even say something like that. “There is already tension between me and Negan because he wasn’t honest about asking you to marry him. So you’ve already got that over on us. You one upped us Maggie. You won.”
“No, I didn’t win. This isn’t about me. This is about him. He is stressing to you that I’m some kind of awful bitch and maybe I am. No, I know I am. I did some awful shit to you, but him? He’s no better,” Maggie snapped her fingers and pointed over at Negan keeping the phone steady in front of Y/N. “Maybe there are some positive takeaways from this video, but I think you should hear the negatives.”
“Whatever is on that video, you just said yourself I was drunk,” Negan reminded Maggie, throwing his hand out toward the phone to point at it. “How can you trust the word of a visibly inebriated person that was probably led on by your fucking mind games that you played Maggie.”
“Cut the fucking innocent act Negan,” Maggie snapped at Negan, raising her voice slightly showing the tension between her and Negan. Without looking, Maggie pressed the button to hit play without either of them noticing drawing Y/N’s attention to the phone. On the screen Negan and Maggie were both snickering together. Reaching out, Maggie turned the volume down so it was only loud enough for the table area to hear it. “We don’t need the whole restaurant to know our business.”
“We weren’t quiet at all, I hope you know that,” Maggie muttered in the video, stroking her fingers through Negan’s wet hair while Negan peppered kisses against the side of her neck. “Y/N probably heard everything. Her room is right next to mine.”
“And?” Negan pulled his head back, his right eyebrow arching in amusement with an arrogant smirk tugging at his features. “Maybe it will give her something to focus on other than her fucking self and loosen up a little bit. Give her some inspiration to masturbate or some shit.”
“That’s not going to happen,” Maggie’s southern drawl slurred with her reaching up to brush her fingers over the side of Negan’s face. “If anything it will depress her more because she is smitten with you. She has the biggest crush on you and I don’t think she’d appreciate hearing you fucking my brains out. No, she’s probably having a meltdown in her room right now.”
Shrugging his shoulders, Negan leaned in to go to kiss her again, but Maggie placed her hand in over the center of Negan’s chest to get him to stop, “So what Maggie? What do you want me to say? Do you want me to go tell her that I’m sorry?”
“You’ve got nothing to say when I just told you that Y/N is in love with you?” Y/N knew that Maggie was baiting for information in the video causing Negan’s jawline to flex with his dark eyes locking onto Maggie’s. Negan got more comfortable over Maggie and he dramatically shrugged once more. “Y/N is head over heels in love with you.”
“And the sky is blue, so what?” Negan snorted, his nose wrinkling while Maggie dragged her finger out across Negan’s bottom lip. Nipping at the pad of her thumb, Negan growled before sucking faintly at it. “Do you want me to point out other obvious facts? No shit she’s in love with me.”
“You know that?” Maggie seemed amused with Negan, her fingers sinking into his hair to yank back on it to stop him from trying to kiss her again.
“No, I haven’t noticed her following me around like a lost little puppy dog for the last four plus years. Doing any and every fucking thing for me. I ask her to jump, she asks how high,” Negan snorted in the video and out of the corner of her eye, Y/N could see Negan was growing pale with her actually watching the video. “Anyone with half a brain fucking knows she wants me, but can you really blame her? I mean look at me. Who wouldn’t want me?”
“Hold on,” Maggie laughed when Negan groaned out and pouted with her stopping him from trying to get touchy again. “Are you telling me that you’ve been leading my best friend on from the start?”
“Why are we talking when we can be fucking…?” Negan huffed adjusting his positioning over Maggie drawing out an amused sound from her with the expression that he made. “You don’t want to hear me talk about Y/N. You won’t like it.”
“And why is that?” Maggie lifted up enough to tug at Negan’s bottom lip with her teeth causing him to moan out.
“Because it’s quite the fucking opposite of what you think. I did everything to get that girl to fuck me. I have never tried so fucking hard and failed to get someone to fuck me,” Negan blurt out, surprising Y/N because that was not where she was expecting the conversation to be headed, but it wasn’t necessarily a good direction. Negan had admitted to her how attracted he was to her, but she did think he was just trying to make her happy. “I was her fucking teacher, I needed her to be the one to jump me, not the other way around. Because if we did fuck? And someone found out and thought I was the aggressor? Then I would have been in trouble.”
“What?” Maggie blurt out with Negan shaking his head from side to side. “Definitely not what I was expecting to hear.”
“I told you that you didn’t want to hear it. I didn’t know if your friend was a prude, an innocent virgin or just a frigid bitch that led men on and never gave up the goods,” Negan grumbled under his breath, his face scrunching up at the way that Maggie recoiled at what he was telling her. “I did everything. I walked around in next to nothing. I flirted. I pulled out all the moves, but all she ever did was recoil. My loyal little innocent puppy dog that wasn’t willing to put out.”
“I am confused,” Maggie swallowed down hard showing that she was flustered with what she just heard. “Am I some sort of revenge fuck then? Are you using me to get to my best friend?”
“No, not now. At first maybe,” Negan snickered, biting down on his bottom lip and shrugging his shoulders. “Your best friend wouldn’t make a move if I sat down right in front of her buck ass naked with a raging hard on and asked her to fuck me. And a man can only wait so long to get his dick wet before he gives up trying. I thought flirting with you would get her to make her fucking move, but nope. It just shut her down further. I realized it’s just a pathetic thing. She doesn’t have it in her to take what she wants. But you do. You’re a grab you by the balls kind of girl and I like that.”
“Did the two of you do things together?” Maggie was curious, her eyebrow arching in curiosity with Negan scoffing out like an annoyed child.
“I don’t know,” Negan grumbled under his breath, moving in to kiss her, but she reached out to smack at the center of his face and it made him laugh. “Maggie, I don’t know. I got drunk a lot and I have memories of either a really intense dream with her or maybe I did. I don’t know. But it was from a long time ago.”
“No, Y/N would have told me about that,” Maggie refused to believe that, snorting out at the comment. But Y/N knew in the video Negan was likely referring to her fooling around with him and Lucille. “What do you mean you have memories? Have you two kissed?”
“No. I mean I fucking tried, but…” Negan went to adjust, but Maggie still kept him away from her. “Why are we talking about this when the two of us could be fucking? We are wasting very important time on something that means nothing.”
“She gave you a blowjob?” Maggie blurt out with Negan shaking his head and laughing.
“I fucking wish. The most I know for certain that we did is I may have snuck in a breast grab a few times and a bit of grinding when I was cuddling. The other stuff, I might have been just fucking dreaming,” Negan replied back, outstretching to reach for another condom from the drawer to wave it in her face. “Now can we please get back to fucking?”
“I feel like I should be offended right now,” Maggie huffed out, pushing Negan away from a kiss when his eyes narrowed out at her. “I can’t believe you used me initially to make her jealous to try to get her to do something with you.”
“Why? I’m one hundred percent yours. Y/N is the kind of girl that my mother wants me to be with. You’re the kind of woman that men long for. You won out in the end and I realized you were the better choice anyways. Would I love to be in the middle of a threesome with the two of you? Fucking yeah. But that would never happen. And that shouldn’t offend you. I told you that I had it bad for someone, but I still picked you. There is a reason you are succeeding in life and she’s not. You’re not afraid to take what you want. You’re a badass,” Negan grasped Maggie’s chin between his thumb and index finger. “So who cares if she hears us fucking? Who cares if it upsets her? She’s not gonna try to stop it. I get to remind her of what she missed out on by not being brave enough to make her fucking move and I get to be with you at the same time. Sounds like a fucking win to me.”
“You’re such an asshole,” Maggie’s fingers curled around Negan’s wrist, squeezing firmly at it with an arrogant, wolfish smile spreading out over Negan’s features.
“I know, but you like me anyway and that turns you on so fucking much,” Negan snorted stealing a kiss from Maggie who eagerly wrapped her arms around Negan’s shoulders.
Before it could continue on any further, Maggie hit the stop button. Sitting frozen in the chair, Y/N felt her heart hammering inside of her chest. The three of them were quiet with Maggie finally speaking up, “We didn’t have to make you go through the next part, but congrats Y/N. Negan wanted to fuck you from the start. And he knew that he was hurting you by being with me, but he didn’t give a fuck. He thought you were pathetic. If you wouldn’t have grown this sudden backbone over the last few weeks, he’d still think the same thing. Because you? The real you? The one that has that low self-esteem and broken confidence? That’s not his type. Negan likes women in power and when you go back to being who you are naturally which is weak, timid and afraid to take what you really want…he will realize the mistake that he made with you.”
“I was obviously drunk,” Negan defended himself, his Adam’s apple bouncing in his throat and he couldn’t even look Y/N in the eye. “I was slurring like a motherfucker in that video. Everything I said? It was coached by you…you probably kept that running for that very reason. You wanted me to say something fucking negative.”
“Yes, I wanted to hear you say that you wanted to fuck my best friend and I was just the reward at the end because she wasn’t bold enough to grab you by the balls back then,” Maggie snarled, moving swiftly enough to grab the drink that she had stolen earlier from Y/N to toss it in Negan’s face. Recoiling, Negan hissed out and dropped his head down with the alcohol burning at his eyes drawing the attention of the people at the restaurant. “I should have fucking dumped you back then because I got what I had wanted out of you. But I guess it was what you said. I liked that you were my pathetic little puppy dog, asking how high when I asked you to jump. Drunk words are often the truest words Negan. You? You were head over heels in love with me. You begged me to marry you. You begged me to have your children. And I kept up with the relationship because you were a great fuck and I thought you were the marrying type. I can’t believe I forgot this moment. It must have been one hell of a hangover when I woke up that morning. But you two? You two are more alike than you think Negan. You both did what I wanted, whenever I wanted. So don’t act like I’m the only bad one here because I wasn’t.”
“You need to leave,” Negan snarled when he reached for something to wipe at his eyes seeing that a few of the staff were talking in the back. “You’re not welcome here Maggie.”
“Don’t worry, she can stay,” Y/N announced, standing up from the table, pulling Negan from his anger enough to watch her as she grabbed her things. With a laugh, she shook her head and bit down on her bottom lip. “You two can keep fighting. I’ll leave.”
“Hey,” Negan called out, going to stand up when she started to walk away from the table. “Please wait.”
A loud grunt fell from Negan when he tripped over the table and hit the ground hard. Attempting to catch up with Y/N, Negan scrambled to his feet but was stopped by someone at the restaurant who no doubt wanted him to pay for the night while she made her quick escape. Tonight was turning out more fucked up than she could have ever imagined and she just wanted to be left alone. She was overwhelmed and upset. The last thing she wanted to be in that moment was in that restaurant.
“Hey,” Maggie’s voice called out, causing Y/N to stop in her tracks and look back at Maggie who had chased her down the street. “I wasn’t coming out here to hurt you. I just thought you should know that he did what he did to hurt you. I was just a ploy in his scheme too.”
“You both can be the most manipulative pieces of shit I’ve ever known,” Y/N stressed to Maggie, reaching up to wipe at her eyes trying to stop herself from crying. There was a burning in her eyes and she could see that Maggie was shocked to hear that. “All you managed to do was hurt me here and I think that’s what you wanted. You know that Negan makes me happy. You always knew that he did. And that bothered you so much for some reason. I never understood it and I don’t get it now either. Why was my happiness something that upset you so fucking much? You took Negan. You took the job I always wanted. You slept with my childhood crush and you went out of your way to make me miserable Maggie. And for what? Because your father liked me? Because I was better than you at certain things? I took some attention away from you? Why do you want me miserable?”
“I don’t…I just…” Maggie paused, the color draining from her face when Y/N waited for some kind of answer from her. “I don’t want you miserable.”
“We both know that’s not true Maggie,” Y/N retorted with a shake of her head, clutching tightly to her purse when she waved down a taxi that was down the street. When it stopped, Y/N took a minute to consider what she wanted to say last. “I hope you got whatever you wanted here tonight Maggie. I hope it brought you happiness.”
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Summary: You avoided Joel Miller like the plague for four months. So you came home for Thanksgiving break, he taught you a lesson while your dad and his guests watched football.
Warning: 18+(MDNI), smut, heavy makeout session, slight footjob, praise, degradation, mock sympathy,tongue fucking, age gap (JOEL IS IN EARLY 40’S, READER IS IN LATE 20’S), improper use of beer bottle (for a small second) ,oral (f!receiving), semi-public sex, power imbalance, use of pet names (bunny), overstimulation, dad bestfriend’s trope, dubcon, fingering, finger sucking.
Author’s note: English is not my first language so please forgive errors. I hope you enjoy this blog because it was my favorite one to write. It’s about to get steamy!
Word count: 5.4k
Part One
You dreaded going back home for Thanksgiving break. Your stomach curled with pure anxiety the moment you pulled into your dad’s driveway and saw Joel working with your dad on his square-body Chevy truck.
Seeing the truck made a clot form into your throat as your dad brought his attention to you with a humongous smile on his lips. On the other hand, Joel proceeded with working on the truck as if you were a ghost.
When you got out of the car, your dad greeted you and embraced you in a hug. Your eyes flicked over to Joel, his back was turned to you, working on the truck’s engine. He seemed more muscular and his hair was longer.
You eyed as he grunted while twisting off a tight screw from something in the truck’s engine. His back flexed after every motion, resulting in his sweaty grey shirt hugging him in the proper regions. The veins in Joel’s wide, sun-tanned forearms were popping out due to the force he was using to twist off the screw without any tools.
This was going to be a long break.
You had to say a prayer to yourself because he was looking better than ever.
Your dad finally let go of you and brought his attention to Joel, questioning if he was going to say hi to you. He provided you with a short greeting under his breath; Joel didn't even bother to turn his head and look at you.
You assumed that he was trying to avoid you too.
You took that as a good sign.
Ever since the hot summer night, he fucked you like you were his to keep, the tension between you two developed further. You felt so foolish for permitting the heat of the desirable moment to come between you; allowing him to fill you up with his cum was a major mistake because you ended up having a pregnancy scare.
You recalled waiting in the bathroom of your workplace as low old country hits played through the intercom. You anxiously tapped your legs against the cracked tiles, sitting on the toilet as your trembling hands gripped on the plastic strip of the pregnancy test.
The weeks after Joel fucked you, you overlooked your period. A sensation of doom washed over you when you realized it was late. But when the crimson lines of the plastic began revealing only one line, your shoulders lowered in instant relief. You took that as a warning sign from the universe to leave Joel Miller alone.
The rest of the summer you left Joel alone like the plague. You worked extended hours and even notified your dad that Joel didn't have to pick you up from work. Instead, you got rides from your coworkers.
When your dad asked why you didn't want Joel picking you up, you gave him a half-assed excuse. You told your dad you didn't want Joel to go out of his way to pick you up at a 2 a.m. closing shift.
You made an effort at avoiding him so extensively that you cut your summer break short and went back to your college town early. The attempt to erase Joel from your brain like how you effortlessly avoided him physically was tough.
Some nights when you sat alone in your undisturbed college apartment, you found yourself creeping your hands down your cotton underwear. You took attempts flicking your aching clit like how Joek’s skillful tongue did.
His name would roll off your tongue like he was there and your mind reminisced about how clearly he talked you through everything. After you released the piled-up desire, you realized it never was enough because it wasn’t Joel.
The entire Thanksgiving week, Joel was always at your dad’s house. You started to question if Joel Miller even had a home. Thanksgiving break was so different from summer break because you didn't work the diner job you'd usually work during summer break. Not working forced you to see him often.
Joel being in your presence was a very bittersweet moment.
During the one day out of the break, your dad had a movie night. Of course Joel was invited and he showed up. You were forced to sit next to him because your dad worshipped his Lazy-Boy recliner too much to share it with you.
On the couch you sat at, Joel manspreaded so wide that your bare thigh and knee pressed against his. You didn't know if he was doing it on purpose or not to you but the heat of him made you buzz with a burning sensation. Months of avoidance gone in that exact second because you wanted nothing more than for him to touch you.
You couldn't focus on the movie at all.
Eventually, during the movie, Joel stretched his arms behind the couch and over to your side, almost like his hands were going to wrap around your exposed shoulder. Instead his calloused fingers softly traced shapes on your back. The touch sent a shock through your body, straightening your posture instantly. You went to look at him as his eyes stayed focused on the movie; his expression seemed like he was focused on you and he lightly tilted his head to the side.
Your eyes then shot to your dad who was falling asleep in the recliner. Joel didn't say a word or even glance in your direction. As the movie played out for another hour, he proceeded with his delicate touch on your shoulder.
Finally, he gradually started to toy with the spaghetti strap of your shirt. He brought it under the pads of his fingers and nearly pulled it off your shoulder.
You were trying so hard to stay focused on the movie as a soft pant escaped from your lips. Joel's breathing was uneven too as he brought the thin strap back to your shoulder then removed his large hand from your skin. The loss of his touch caused you to send a perplexing glare his way.
Your dad was shifting in his seat and waking up from falling asleep. Joel clenched his jaw very forcefully as he took his hand from behind the couch and crossed it over his broad chest, jerked his hips slightly up in the process.
After that moment, you never saw Joel until the day before Thanksgiving because your dad was hosting his annual pre-Thanksgiving party.
His friends from work and neighbors gathered around the outdoor table, consuming the food your dad spent all day prepping and cooking on the grill. Your dad’s guests only wanted to talk about construction, old motorcycles and building things so they didn't really interact with you unless your dad mentioned building something for you or fixing something in your room. Your dad would go into tremendous detail on how he used to carve wooden animal shapes to put on your wall or when he built your crib himself.
You went on with eating as the conversations and laughter around you evolved into another.
To make matters worse, Joel was sitting in front of you. His gaze had burned into your skin since the moment he chose to sit in front of you. His eyes were so passionate that you struggled to eat in peace. Every time you brought your cola bottle to your lips, he flickered his stare at you.
Challenging him, you kept your eyes on him as you wrapped your lips around the glass bottle. To make things more intriguing, you pushed the bottle further into your mouth until you reached the bottle’s neck then slid it out of your mouth. You then shortly licked the mouth part a couple of times, tasting the cherry carbonation as you kept your attention on Joel.
His captivating stares grew darker as he shifted in his seat. You acted like you didn't do anything and brought your attention to your dad and his co-workers, making an effort to actually listen to their repetitive conversation about construction. You avoided Joel’s eyes burning into the skin of your face.
The conversations and laughter went on until the sun was completely down. Finally, the chat shifted to another topic.
You brought your attention back to Joel, he was taking a sip of his beer as his attention was on your dad and the guests.
You slipped one of your feet from your sandals and bumped your foot against Joel’s from across the table. His eyes were back on yours as his tongue poked against his cheek. You softly bit down on your lip in anticipation as your foot started to trail up his leg. You observed as his hold on the beer bottle became tighter and tenser.
The conversation's topic switched to romantic partners. You resumed following your foot against his leg until it stopped at his jacked thigh. He let out an unsteady breath as you stopped at his crotch. Your dad turned to Joel and began talking to him but you didn't pull your foot away.
You maintained your eyes on him as Joel paid awareness to your dad. The attention of your dad’s guests was now brought to Joel.
“Joel, what happened to that new girl you were seeing at your job?” Your dad raised a question, entirely clueless about what was happening under the table, right under his nose.
You took the chance and shoved your foot right against Joel’s cock. The stiff, girthy length of his base jerked underneath your smooth feet.
“Joel’s finally got a girlfriend?” You added to your dad’s inquiry with a pretender smile on your lips. You stroked Joel’s clothed cock with your toes as his shoulders grew unrelaxed.
“She’s nobody,” He answered back to your dad, briefer than necessary. You could hear his Southern drawl becoming uneven. “She keeps bringing herself onto me.”
Your expression was loaded with a taunting enjoyment as stroke his cock again with your toes.
“Joel, you need to loosen up,” One of your dad’s neighbors delivered his input with a laugh. “When was the last time you felt the warmth of a woman?”
You halted with massaging his cock as he choked from the neighbor's inquiry.
“Leave him alone.” Your dad interrupted in a humorous tone while flicking his wrist at the neighbor. “That beer got your lips loose.”
Your dad’s neighbor brought his attention to you, pointing the beer bottle in his hand to your direction as he squinted his eyes. Your heart almost dropped as you felt Joel’s calloused hand grip your foot and press it harder against his stiff length. Joel was becoming harder by the second and his self-control slowly began to shatter.
“How about you sweetheart?” The neighbor raised a question, his words narrowly slurring. “Are you seeing anyone?”
Your eyes unintentionally pulled to Joel as your stroke on his cock matured to a wildly fierce pace. Joel appeared completely dazed because he was too focused on your toes stroking against his sensitive tip through his denim jeans.
“I was,” You revealed.
“Why didn't you tell me you were seeing a boy,darling?” Your dad was quick to cut in, not seeming too delighted by your confession.
“I don’t know…” You spoke. “It didn't last long and it was really stupid.” You admitted through a breath. You felt Joel jerk underneath you as wonder planted onto his sharp features.
“If you knew it was stupid why did you go for it?” Joel made an effort to sound harsh but he was falling apart from your touch.
“Wasn’t thinking straight, that's all.”You fired back at his question, shrugging your shoulders casually.
Joel knew that it was about him.
Joel didn't reply but he maintained his eyes on yours. The tension rising between you was getting superheated because you figured out Joel was getting close to his release. His shoulders were heaving up and down more often as he stroked his hands against his greying beard in an attempt to hide a groan from escaping his lips.
“That's totally understandable, if it ain't right it ain't right.” Your dad butts in. “Joel also has every right to not feel the same way about that woman.”
“Exactly,” Joel grumbled to the best of his ability. He refused to speak any louder because he feared how noticeable his unsteady voice would be. “So take it easy on me.” He attempted to add, in a feisty defensive manner.
You comprehended that his sentence was dedicated to you.
The conversations drifted back to your dad’s coworkers while Joel kept observing you. You decided to bring your foot away from his cock and back to the ground. Acting as if nothing had just happened.
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The party died down. Many guests departed because it was starting to hit midnight. There were only three guests left and they were in the living room with your dad cursing and screaming over a football playing on the television.
You were across the living room eating a small bowl of vanilla ice cream you thawed out earlier. Since your small stunt you played with Joel around the outdoor table , he hadn't looked at you once. For some reason you couldn't stop glancing over at him as you placed a spoon full of the sweet cream into your mouth.
After finishing your bowl, you strolled to the kitchen to put your bowl in the sink and chose to get a glass of water too. You took a glass cup from out of one of the cabinets and brought it to the sink.
You heard Joel deep southern drawl from the living room before he got up from the couch and walked to the kitchen. His towering height allowed him to get to the kitchen in just a few steps. Your heart pounded against your ribcage as your body unintentionally tensed from his presence.
You turned on the sink’s faucet to fill your glass. You glanced at Joel’s broad back as he opened the fridge, looking for something. He was in a green and black flannel that suited him so well, the sleeves were folded up revealing his big forearms.
“No more beer!” Joel declared openly across the kitchen to your dad. Your dad was too focused on the game to give his full attention to Joel so once he saw you in the kitchen your dad asked you for a favor.
“Sweetheart, be a darling and show Joel the beers in the garage.” Your dad quickly requested, his eyes glued onto the TV like he was in a trance.
You swallowed as Joel turned to you, a small smirk was threatening to pull against his lips.
Oh no.
You turned off the pipe and placed your cup full of water down on the counter. You briskly walked past Joel without a word. Part of you hoped he didn't follow behind you and allowed you to get the beer yourself but another part of you prayed he followed behind you.
Uncertainty gathered in you as you heard Joel a few steps behind you. You strolled down the hall snappier, pushing to be more steps ahead than him.
You were trying to not be alone with Joel because you knew you started a game that you were too scared to see how it finished.
You made it into the garage and unlocked the door before heading straight to the white outdated fridge set in the sea of tools.
Just grab the beer and go.
That's all.
You opened the fridge and frantically searched for the beer that just happened to be all the way in the back of the fridge. Your shivering hands snatched the carton of beer through the chaos of other food then shut the fridge’s door.
Before you knew it, Joel was inching closer to you and you flinched a little. His large hands were resting on his hips as he tsked and shook his head in a dissatisfied manner.
You halted in place with your hand gripping the carton of beer tighter than needed.
“You avoided me all summer, and now you want to put your foot on my cock with your daddy around?” Joel greeted, the way he sentenced it made it sound extremely disgraceful. “If only he knew the girl he raised.”
Joel footed a few steps over to you, you slowly began to feel his warmth. “That’s not so ladylike, ain't it?”
You placed the carton down by the fridge and swallowed the lump in your throat. “Yet you're the man that fucked his best friend’s daughter, what kind of person does that?” You taunted, looking up at him through your lashes.
For once, he appeared defeated, providing you with nothing but a small nod in response. He then ran his thick fingers against the side of his beard and parted his lips to say something.
“Sure wasn't a problem when I was in you.” Joel spat, carefully shifting. He got so near you that your chest was able to press against him.
He hooked his fingers underneath one of your sundress straps as an unsteady breath came out of your nose.You allowed him to pull the fabric off your shoulder. He was doing it the same way he did when he was over for movie night.
“Was it a problem, bunny?”Joel tested, his voice low as his dark eyes scanned down your body and back to your stunned face.
You wanted to stop this but you couldn't. Every inch of your body craved his rough touch.
A shiver danced down your spine as he brought this attention to the other strap; toying with it before bringing it off your shoulders.
The loose sundress was easily able to fall off your frame and pool against your feet.
Joel glimpsed at your stripped body in astonishment as he gave you a hum, waiting for your reply. Eventually he brought one of his hands to your breast, his coarse thumb grazing over the sensitive nipple. You stood still in your spot as you blinked at him a couple of times. The pads of his thumb began to circle the sensitive nerve.
“No…”You whimpered, glancing into his eyes as he proceeded with his touch. “‘T never was a problem Joel.”
“That's what I thought, bunny,” Joel ended up smashing his soft lips against yours.
You were the first one to open your mouth, allowing his hot tongue to slip into your mouth. The bitter taste of the beer he’s been drinking all night came across your taste buds. Joel groaned and bit down on your lip, pulling it against his teeth as you took a breath.
He then crashed his lips back onto yours. Your tongue tried to fit for dominance but he beat you to it. As the kiss got sloppier and more fierce, his hands gradually slid down to your bare stomach.
Joel guided you a few steps behind you until your back pressed against the chilly metal of the fridge. He refused to break the kiss; your mouth moved in sync with his, his beard softly scraping against your skin.
A burning desire was building in your lower belly and your clit began to pulse with longing. Joel separated your thighs with his own and brought it closer to your heat. You whimpered in the kiss as you dragged your clothed clit against the denim.
“You are such a bad girl.” He remarked, pulling away from the kiss. Joel gazed at you, chest heaving, as his hands snaked into your damp underwear.
His hands explored your slick folds, purposely avoiding your clit. “Teach me a lesson then, Joel.” You urged in pure affection as your hips greedily buckled against his hands, wanting more. “For being so bad…”
“Yeah?” He mocked while bringing his hands out of your underwear. The loss of his touch caused your shoulder to drop in disappointment.
He brought his fingers up to your face, your pussy clamped around nothing as you looked at his sticky fingers that glistened in your arousal.
“Taste yourself bunny.” He ordered, bringing his two fingers up to your full lips. You didn't hesitate to part your lips and take his fingers into your mouth, sucking on your arousal. He observed every second of your action so you tasted the sweet and citrusy arousal against your tongue.
“Yeah, just like that, sweetheart.” Joel praised.
He then pulled his fingers out of your mouth, it twinkled with your arousal and saliva now. He then drew his fingers to his lips, humming like you were the most appetizing thing he’s ever tasted.
You eyed him in amazement.
He sucked a few more times before a smirk grew on the side of his lips. Joel then took his fingers out of his mouth and snaked his hand back into your underwear, not waiting another second.
He huffed a quiet laugh as you squirmed against him. His fingers glided against your wet velvety folds, your pussy clenching as his fingers neared your entrance. He then brought your arousal up to your swollen clit. It was aching for his precise touch and when he gave it to you, you practically cried out.
He circled it with his rough thumb around the bud, applying more pressure around the area.
“No matter how hard you try to avoid me, this pussy won't ever forget about me,” You looked up at him with your mouth open and brows lightly scrunched. He dragged his fingers down to your clenching cunt.
He was so right.
He filled every inch of your mind.
You desired nobody more than Joel.
He pushed the tip of his middle and ring finger into you, the stretch of his thick fingers drove you to close your eyes and relax the back of your head on the fridge.
“No no, eyes on me bunny.” He ordered, pushing his fingers all the way into your cunt until his knuckles were against your swollen lips. You struggled to stay silent but the stretch of Joel’s thick fingers was quite devastating.
“Come on bunny, you don't want your dad walking in on us now, do you?” He taunted, curling his fingers against your walls and hitting a spot that made your stomach drop. Something about his mocking tone made you twitch against his fingers. The risk of your dad being about to walk into the garage because the door was open heightened the sensation of Joel's finger inside of you.
It was like you both had nothing to lose.
You softly moaned, unable to contain yourself from the pleasure he was giving you. Joel noticed that you couldn't help yourself stop your noises and assisted by placing his rough palm against your lips.
“Look at you bunny,” He glorified as he continued to curl his fingers into your mess of a cunt. You gasped against his enormous palm as he stretched his thumb up to your aching clit. Your legs immediately felt weak as Joel thrusted his fingers deeper into you and worked his way around your pulsing clit.
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head while Joel sped the pace of his fingers up. You wanted to cry out because of the pleasure stacking into your lower stomach. The dull ache of your cunt stretching around Joel’s finger provoked you to moan loudly against Joel’s palm.
Balling your fist wasn't doing any justice to keep you under control so you wrapped your arms around Joel’s neck, petting your fingers against the hair on the back of his head.
“Too deep for you, bunny?” Joel taunted, his low southern drawl bringing a desire straight to your core.
You looked at him like a lost puppy and nodded in his palm as a response. Your legs were quivering as you felt your orgasm arriving deep in you. Your walls pathetically clamped down on him as you whimpered. Your breathing was absolutely unsteady because you would hold your breath to not moan but that only caused you to breathe heavier.
“But you are doing so good for me sweetheart.”
You brought your eyes over to the garage door, praying no one walks in on Joel’s hands down your underwear. You took your hands from around his neck and brought your grip to the edges of the fridge.
“Be a good girl and take it.” Joel said before bringing his lips to the sweaty skin of your neck. He sucked on the delicate skin in a claimful manner. From the amount of suction he was providing, you knew he was going to leave a visible mark.
You shattered underneath his hold, the tension that was growing in you nearly snapped. The sensation was evolving to something that was too much to handle.
Joel didn't seem to be slowing down anytime soon so you moaned against his palm frequently. “That’s it, you can do it.” He breathed against your neck, encouraging you to release all over his fingers.
A guttural moan left your throat as your chest frantically heaved. Every nerve in your body buzzed as you came around his fingers. Your walls spasmed around him as the aftershocks came in. You twitched against his fingers while your body went limp.
The sound of your wet cunt gushing on his fingers reverberated against the walls of the garage. If your dad didn't have the television playing so loudly, he would have definitely heard everything.
You squirmed against Joel’s hand as he kept going. Your hips attempted to move away from his touch because you were now sensitive to the touch.
Once you brought a hand down to his forearm to stop him from fingering another orgasm out of you, he got up from the crook of your neck and slowed his pace. Your grip of his forearm didn't stop his fingers from staying in you and fucking every last bit of your orgasm out of you.
You didn't have time to process anything because Joel promptly slid his fingers out of your panties and took his palm from against your mouth. The drool sat on his palm and he wiped it all over your face.
“Such a messy girl.”
He then dropped to his knees in front of you, beginning to peck wet kisses on your lower belly.
“I should head back…”You trailed off, watching him as he looked up at you, placing soft kisses against the outside of your thigh. From this angle, Joel appeared so submissive.
“Do you really want to do that, bunny?” He teased while hooking his fingers around the waistband of your pink underwear.
Your hips lifted as he continued to tug the cotton fabric down you.
“I can make you feel so good, sweetheart.”
Your underwear was entirely down to your ankles, joining your sundress. You swallowed the lump of nervousness forming in your throat as Joel placed one of your legs over his buff shoulder.
Being fully bare to Joel Miller was not on your list for Thanksgiving break.
“You are so beautiful.” He complimented, his eyes shooting up at you as his hot breath fanned against your overly sensitive bud.
“Touch me,” You begged, your hips inching to his face. “I’ve missed you so much.”
That was all it took for him to latch his lips around your puffy clit. At that very moment, you knew you weren't going to last too long. He took his rough hands to the skin of your hips and pushed you closer to his face. Joel groaned at the taste of your wetness.
You whimpered at the pleasure then brought both of your hands to your mouth. You repeatedly looked at the door to see if anyone noticed that you and Joel had been gone for longer than expected. You jerked your hips away from him because the knot in your stomach was quickly gathering in you again.
“Nu-uh.” He groaned against your cunt, lightly biting down on your overstimulated clit. You yelped and darted your eyes to him. “Don’t try running, bunny, you chose to act out.”
He brought his tongue down to your entrance and slid it into you. The sensation urged you to curl your toes and clamp down around his tongue.
“God dammit, Joel.” You swore under your breath.
He grunted into your cunt and grasped your hips more roughly. Joel then took his tongue out of you and shoved his mouth closer to your pussy. He shook his head against your pussy while sucking you up.
With that action, Joel fully took your breath away as you tensed against his face.
“Why the fuck are you so good at this?” You took your hands from your mouth and strained the sentence out of your mouth.
He replied by giving your clit some attention and licking on it at a punishing pace.
You were so close that your walls started to spasm again. Joel wrapped his lips around your clit and made a strong suction against the nerve.
“Joel…I…”You stuttered while grinding against his face, his beard pressing against your swollen lips.
“I know.”He groaned between sucks and skimmed the pads of his fingers over your leg on his shoulder. “Cum for me, bunny.”
You let out a sob, unable to contain yourself anymore. You shamelessly came on his tongue, grinding harder against his face as he licked your puffy bud a few more times. The overstimulation got to you and your body twitched mightily.
You’ve never had two back-to-back orgasms so Joel completely pushed you to your limits. The sensation in your lower belly rode out as Joel took his lips from off of your pussy. Your fluids were on his beard and glistening on his plumped lips.
You had no words to say to him as you breathed heavily.
He didn't take your leg off his shoulders, instead, he motioned to the side of you and pulled a beer from out the cardboard carton. You watched him in confusion as he twisted the cap of the beer bottle off in one swift motion.
“You did so good for me, bunny.” Joel praised as he brought the cold beer bottle up to your cunt. The cold condensation of the glass bottle dripped onto your lips, mixing with your wetness and his saliva.
You opened your mouth as you jolted against the bottle.
“Did you learn your lesson?” He then dragged the rounded mouth part of the bottle against your folds, stopping right at your clit as he looked up at you. You were a pouting mess.
He pushed the bottle harder against your clit, the nerve fitting perfectly into the mouth part of the bottle with a pop.
“Joel…”
“Did you?” The mess between your legs rimmed around the mouth part of the bottle.
“Yes.” You barely got the word from out of your mouth before he removed the bottle from your clit.
The wet coldness immediately withdrew from you as Joel took your legs off of his shoulder and stood up in a brisk gesture. He picked up the beer carton into his other hand before towering over you.
“Good job bunny.” He said before pressing the hard, chilly bottle against your jaw. Joel eventually brought the bottle with your arousal all over the mouth part to his lips. He took a sip while keeping his eyes on you.
After he swallowed a sip of the beer, he licked the excess wetness off his lips. Joel stepped away from you and headed out of the garage without speaking another word to you.
You stared blankly at Joel walking away, leaving you completely naked in your dad’s garage.
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