pov. you don’t listen, you push buttons, talk back and by the grace of god! he doesn’t do anything…for days. it wasn’t till you pissed him off extra was when he was decided on doing something about it.
notes. this is for all of my kinky little poop heads. ok im sorry idk what i was thinking while writing that… pls dont block me. anyway this is a bit rushed pls dont kill me guys
content warnings. ⸝⸝ fem reader, size kink, finger sucking, creampie, hair pulling, choking, no proof read, reader calls negan daddy, negan slaps reader, spitting in mouth, teasing, bratty reader, restraints via belt
you’d been pushing negan’s buttons for days, and you knew exactly what you were doing.
backtalking him during supply meetings in front of the saviors, rolling your eyes when he gave orders, “accidentally” brushing your ass against him in the crowded hallways then sauntering off like you hadn’t felt him twitch.
yesterday you’d straight up questioned his call on a run right in front of simon, voice sugary sweet but loaded with challenge. you loved the way his jaw flexed, loved the way his eyes flashed you with warning, loved playing with fire.
tonight he finally cornered you in the dim hallway outside his quarters, his bat propped on his shoulder, leather jacket still on, his smirk barely masking the storm.
“alright, doll. you’ve had your fun all goddamn week. you wanna tell me what the fuck that little attitude is about?” his voice was low, almost patient at first, giving you a clear out. “because i’ve been real fucking generous. but even i’ve got limits, sweetheart.” he said
you crossed your arms, chin tilted up defiantly. “maybe i’m just tired of you strutting around like you own everything that moves. including me.” you bark.
negan let out a low chuckle and stepped closer, towering over you, making you feel tiny. “own you? baby, i haven’t even started playing with you yet. but keep running that pretty mouth and that changes tonight.” he warned.
you smiled, all teeth. “what are you gonna do? spank me like a bad little girl? or are you all talk, like usual?” you mock him, brows furrowed as if you’re not even going to attempt to take him serious.
his eyes flashed. “last fucking chance. apologize nicely and maybe i’ll still be sweet to that bratty little pussy.” he continued, but you looked him dead in the eyes and whispered, “make me.”
negan’s grin turned sharp. “oh sweetheart...you just fucked up real bad.” he coos.
he grabbed your wrist, yanked you into his room and kicked the door shut. before you could snap at him again he shoved you against the wall, one huge hand wrapping around your throat, not crushing, just firm enough to make your pulse race under his palm.
“strip,” he ordered, voice rough. when you hesitated he slapped your cheek firmly, the sting blooming hot. “now.” he commands.
you obeyed, heart hammering. once you were bare he spun you around, yanked his belt off with a sharp snap and bound your wrists tight behind your back. he marched you to the bed and shoved you down on your stomach, then flipped you over like you weighed nothing. the casual show of strength made you throb.
negan stood between your spread thighs, still fully dressed, stroking his thick cock while he looked down at you. “goddamn, look at you. so fucking small compared to me. bet that gets you dripping, doesn’t it? knowing i could break a tiny thing like you in half and you’d still beg for more.” he mentions.
he dragged two fingers through your soaked folds and laughed low and mean. “fucking pathetic. been mouthing off all week and your cunt’s already drooling like a desperate whore.”
he pushed his fingers deep, curling them hard, pumping slow and teasing. every time you started to shake close to the edge he pulled them out completely, slapping your clit with his wet fingers.
he slapped your thigh hard. “wrong fucking name, brat.” he corrects. you glared up at him, stubborn. he smirked, rubbing the fat head of his cock against your clit, teasing your entrance but never pushing in.
“you don’t get this cock until you call me daddy like a good little slut. otherwise i’ll edge this greedy pussy until you’re sobbing and leave you empty all night.” he tells you, his tone nothing but serious. you bit your lip, hips chasing him desperately. he just pulled back, slapping your clit again with his cock.
“say it.” he demands and you give in. “…daddy,” you finally whispered, face burning. “louder, doll. and look at me while you do it.” he orders. you look up at him. “daddy,” you moaned, eyes locked on his.
“good girl.” he rewarded you by spitting thick and warm right into your open mouth, then shoved two fingers in after it. “suck, baby. taste how wet you are for daddy.” he said.
you sucked greedily while he finally pushed inside you—slow, stretching your tight little cunt wide around his thick length. the size difference made your eyes roll back.
“fuck, that’s tight,” he groaned, bottoming out so deep you swore he was rearranging your guts. “tiny brat pussy swallowing every inch. you feel how full you are? that’s daddy owning you.” he brags.
he fucked you with long, torturous strokes, keeping you right on the edge. one hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your head spin, the other fisting your hair and yanking your head back. every time you got close he slowed or stopped, mocking you.
“aww, what’s wrong, baby? gonna cry because daddy won’t let his little brat come yet? should’ve thought about that before you acted like a disrespectful cunt all week.” he barks out.
you whimpered, tears leaking. “please, daddy—please let me come.” you plea.
he grinned, thrusting harder but still denying you. when you tried to grind he slapped your cheek again, firm and sharp. “behave.” then he shoved his thumb back into your mouth. “suck on that like it’s daddy’s cock while you take it.”
you sucked desperately, drooling around his thumb while he pounded you. when he finally let you come you shattered hard, screaming “daddy—” as your walls clamped down on him. he fucked you through it, then pulled out, flipped you onto your stomach, ass up, and slammed back in even deeper.
“that’s one. now take the rest like the filthy cumslut you are.” he said.
he railed you from behind, hips slapping loud against your ass, one hand choking you from the side, the other yanking your hair like reins.
the belt around your wrists dug in as you pulled against it. he reached around and rubbed your clit fast and mean, forcing another orgasm out of you while he laughed at how you shook.
“look at you creaming all over daddy’s cock again. so fucking easy once that mouth shuts up.” he kept going, relentless, until you were a drooling, sobbing mess. then he buried himself deep and came hard, pumping thick ropes of cum straight into your twitching cunt. he stayed plugged inside, grinding lazily, making sure it stayed deep.
“good girl. keep that load where it belongs.” he says.
he didn’t pull out. just flipped you again, still buried inside, and started fucking his cum back into you with slow, deep thrusts. you were oversensitive, whimpering, but he only mocked you more.
“too much for my tiny baby? too fucking bad. brats who mouth off get fucked until they break.” he mocked.
he spat in your mouth again, made you swallow while he choked you lightly and rubbed your clit. you came a third time, weaker but shaking harder, and he followed right after. another hot creampie flooding you until it leaked out around his cock.
he finally untied your wrists but only so he could manhandle you onto your knees. he shoved his slick, cum covered cock into your mouth. “clean daddy up, doll. taste how well you took all that cum.” he said.
you sucked him sloppy and desperate, tears streaming, while he fisted your hair and fucked your throat. when he got hard again he pushed you onto your back, threw your legs over his shoulders, and folded you in half, using his size to pin you completely.
“one more, baby. gonna fill this little pussy so full you’ll be dripping daddy’s cum for days.” he says.
he pounded you mercilessly, choking you, slapping your tits and thighs when you squirmed too much, calling you his stupid little cumdump, his perfect tiny whore.
you came one last time with a broken sob, and he emptied himself again, so much cum it pushed out around him in messy white rings.
he finally collapsed beside you, pulling your much smaller body against his chest, big hand lazily rubbing your sore, cum-filled pussy.
“you done mouthing off, doll?” he asked, voice lazy but still cocky. “or do i need to remind you again tomorrow who this sloppy cunt belongs to?” he questioned. you buried your face in his neck, exhausted, voice hoarse. you shake your head and he laughs.
