#100 kinks

The edge of the sink pressed into the softness of your stomach while warm, mildly sticky skin pressed into you from behind. Underwear was all the two of you currently wore, neither of you in the mood or feeling particularly pressured to change that given the mutual sense of comfort. Leaning towards the mirror a little more, you pulled up your lip and made faces to yourself as you worked brush and floss in your mouth, determined to get your pearly whites clean and also be rid of that damned popcorn kernel that had bothered you all evening.

If you looked over your shoulder via the reflection, you could see Murdoc also fooling around, a different kind of brush in hand as he played with his hair. At times he was intentionally mocking your teeth-brushing expressions, others you could tell were the other members of his band and you had to stifle laughter. When you finally felt the peppermint burn of cleanliness in your mouth, you spat into the sink, unconsciously arching as you leaned down to the bowl drew a soft chuckle from Murdoc.

“Fuck, just can’t get enough o’ you, babe.”

He leaned as far back from you as he reasonably could without being parted form your flesh, taking in an eyeful of your post-sex glow and a handful of your ass from where it was pressed so nicely into his crotch. You giggled and didn't shy from the groping, enjoying how his touch so easily knew the boundaries between the loving styles of Murdoc Niccals.

At that thought, something lit up in your mind, making you pull a little face that even Murdoc took note of judging by his little smirk and the arch of his brow.

“Got the gears turning up there?”

“Yeah,” you smirked back, trying to feign a playful anger at being called out, “and what of it?”

“Didn’t know the factory still worked, was all,” he mused, giving a little flick to the back of your head.

“I knew it! You only like me for my devilishly good looks!”

“And the sex. Don’t forget about the sex.”

You laughed warmly. It was just so… easy with Murdoc. You could be yourselves and dish jokes at each other without issue. But in all your time together, it felt like there was still one thing you hadn’t fully discussed.

“How long have we been together now?” You questioned as you slipped out of the bathroom and over to the little love nest at the back of the Winnebago.

“Long enough that I’m considering putting your name down as the benefactor of my will.” Murdoc followed behind you after putting away his comb and flicking off the bathroom light.

“Fair enough,” you chuckled. “But in all seriousness, there’s one thing we haven’t discussed in all this time.”

“Oooooh, is it time?” Murdoc got toothy as he grinned, bouncing on the edge of the bed like a giddy schoolgirl with some juicy gossip. “Are you finally gonna propose? Oh, I’ve been waitin’ sooo long for this! I was hoping for something more romantic like a private dinner and firework show on to of the Eiffel Tower, but as long as I get that ring on my hand I don’t care!”

He struck a dramatic pose and extended his hand to you, wiggling his fingers expectantly.

“Goodnight!” You cried and pointedly grabbed a handful of blankets as you flopped onto your side, facing the back wall of the Winnebago. Murdoc laughed and gave up his theatrics, settling down next to you and rubbing your back as he rested his chin on your shoulder.

“Alright, alright, sorry, love. I’m serious now. What’s on your mind?”

You huffed, a little, but your act broke with a soft giggle from the little kiss that was placed behind your ear.

“Alright,” you rolled onto your back, clasping your hands on your chest and toying with your fingers.

“Have we ever discussed boundaries? Like, really sat down and in depth discussed our relationship boundaries?”

“Romantically?”

“Romantically. And sexually too, I suppose,” you shrugged.

“Oh, this is loads better than being proposed to,” you guffawed and gave the man a shove as he settled into a more comfortable position beside you. “I wouldn’t think it needed discussing given how many times we’ve been together now.”

“Well if you want that proposal dream to come true one day we may need to set some ground rules,” you teased warmly. “But regardless, we might decide to be a little more adventurous in our coital bliss one day. It’d be fair to both of us to know what we’re comfortable with and what we’re willing to explore.”

Murdoc nodded with a surprisingly thoughtful expression, a hand resting on your hip over the blanket, thumb still knowing where to softly rub against the jutting bone.

“I think that’s a grand idea, and a lovely one. Because you know I am quite the wild and adventurous man, but even I have my limits.”

You gasped dramatically, hands pressed firmly to your chest, “Murdoc Niccals has limits? What has the world come to?”

“I know, it’s terrible! Fetch a doctor! Call the press!” He swooned as if he were coming down with a case of the vapors, throwing an arm up and pressing the back of his hand to his forehead.

“Quickly! Tell me your sexual boundaries so I know what to tell the Rolling Stone reporters!”

“Tell them I’ve always wanted someone to sit on my face and I never understood why girls like to be choked!”

You both broke into roars of laughter, clutching your guts and tears forming in your eyes. Fuck, no one else could make you feel like this.

“Seriously? All these years and you’ve never had someone sit on your face?”

“Is it so unbelievable?” He mused, propping himself up on an elbow.

“With the way you waggle that tongue around? Yes, very much so.”

“Touché.”

You squealed as Murdoc dove in and gave a long lick up your neck, making you shiver in equal parts disgust and delight.

“Go on then, your turn. An eye for an eye, as they say. Whoever ‘they’ are.”

“Hmm…”

"That’s right, little girl. Now bend over for daddy."

You did as you were told, bending over Negan's legs with your ass in the air, propping yourself up on your elbows. Negan leaned back against the couch to give you more room. He couldn’t help but to hum appreciatively at the sight he had before him.

Involuntarily, you backed yourself into Negan’s touch when his large hands massaged your ass cheeks. Slap. You jumped at the sound while you gasped and bit your lip.

"Eager for your punishment, aren’t you, doll?" Negan grinned as he ghosted his fingers along your skin, making you shiver. "I think you make daddy mad on purpose." 

Smack. 

"You act like a dirty little slut and throw yourself at other guys so that I’ll punish you." Slam. "And you fucking love it, don’t you, darlin’?"

Every sound you made was in the form of a moan, and with each blow, they got louder and louder. Negan watched as your breasts bounced back and forth with the force he used on you with his hands. He had to take a second to palm himself through his jeans just to relieve the ache of his boner with the way your mouth hung open as you spilled out cry after cry.

"I bet that tight little pussy is throbbing already, isn’t it, princess?" He asked before pressing the curve between his thumb and index finger to your heat. He was right. He could feel your walls squeeze tight and release without even having to be inside of you. He pressed his finger against your clit and circled your hole with his thumb, revelling in your broken, pleasured sob and the way you pushed yourself against his hand. Swat. "I asked you a question, darlin'." Negan drawled. "Yes!" You keened at his prompt, arching your back. "I-It's aching Daddy. All for you! I want to be good for you daddy, I want to suck your cock, I know how to make daddy feel good!" You said in a long breathless slur. A light sheen of sweat was beginning to glisten on your brow as you rocked your hips wantonly into Negan's hand, desperately trying to gain enough friction to ease your raging hormones. Negan smirked and pressed his hand harder against your core, stroking his thumb against your asshole. 

“You wanna wrap your lips around my dick, kitten? Want me to come in your mouth?” 

You moaned in response. 

"Go ahead, baby girl." You didn’t have to be told twice. You slid easily from the couch to kneel between Negan's splayed knees and set about tugging down your husband's jeans, followed by his boxers. Articles of clothing tossed hurriedly out of your way, you moaned aloud when Negan's thick cock sprang free with precum already seeping out from his slit. Savouring the salty aftertaste, you engulfed him until he hit the back of your throat. Negan hissed out slowly through gritted teeth, his fingers gripping your hair at the base of your neck with enough strength to make you moan. The subsequent vibrations coming from the back of your throat went straight to Negan's shaft, making him growl in return. He kept a firm grip on your hair, guiding your head up and down his cock as you licked hard stripes, encouraged by Negan's running commentary of filth. “That’s it, baby girl. Take it like the little cockslut you are. You look so fuckin' good suckin' me off. You love havin' your mouth stuffed full of cock don'tcha?" You moaned your affirmation as your nose brushed the dark curls of his pubic hair, retching silently around the thick length of Negan's members as the head of his cock breached your gag reflex. The noise and the sensation made Negan curse loudly and, grinning, you pulled off his cock with a wet 'pop' to up your game somewhat by gripping his dick tightly in your hand; pumping him fast while you licked and sucked his sack.

He was so close. You could almost taste the familiar bittersweet tang of his seed each time your tongue swirled around his tip. But the feeling of two fingers suddenly against your clit stalled your actions with a sharp gasp. Negan grinned as he reached down between your legs, his fingertip circling you through your panties and sending ripples of pleasure to your core. He pulled back on your hair again and dipped a finger into your panties, brushing his knuckles over your soaked cunt. "This is still a punishment, little girl. Now, make daddy cum and swallow it the fuck down." Obeying the order, you took him back into your mouth and stimulated his balls by kneading them in your hand. Hissing sharply at the sensation Negan muttered a string of impressive curses as you brought him closer to orgasm while he toyed dizzyingly with your clit. He knew that you were close to your own orgasm from the whimpers escaping your throat as you swallowed down his dick, so he withdrew his hand from your panties, denying you of release. Your pitiful whine was muffled around Negan’s dick, which only seemed to push him further.

"That's it Y/N." He praised. "You don't get to come until you make me come. Take my fuckin’  dick, darlin', Fuck, gonna make me fuckin' come."

His expletive warning came just in time for you to prepare for the hot ribbons of his arousal to fill your mouth. You gulped all of it down greedily and cleaned him of what spilled from your lips with the flat of your tongue

Negan pulled you up by your hair and sat you in his lap, crashing his lips into yours. The taste of alcohol, his come, and your natural sweetness made his head spin. His kiss was brutal, all teeth and tongue, nipping and prodding your mouth. When he pulled away, his chest heaved as he fought to control himself. He rested his forehead against yours and looked into your eyes.

"Color?" He huffed.

Was it Stuart for digging out that old pile of cheesy horror movies?

Was it Noodle for being so excited and insisting on everyone gathering in the common room for a marathon of said movies?

Was it Russel for being so nonchalant and willing to go with the flow?

Was it Murdoc who casually lounged beside you on the sofa? The man who sprawled out comfortably with you and your oversized blanket to ensure no one else could have this couch? The devilish fucker whose half-lidded gaze was noncommittally glued to the television, whose lips were slightly upturned in a small smirk, and whose fingers were curled knuckle deep in your cunt?

Or was it yourself, who could do nothing more but remain bundled up in the blanket with only your eyes and nose exposed, gazing straight ahead and doing your damnest to prevent the other bandmates from catching on to what was happening mere feet away from them?

Regardless of who you were most annoyed with, you were stuck in this situation with no foreseeable end in sight, for yourself or the movie marathon. As you suffered delightful torture at the hands of Murdoc, the other bandmates were blissfully unaware.

Stuart was sharing similar posture to your own, albeit his was actually out of fright for the currently playing Thankskilling. Noodle was sipping at her soda and munching some popcorn while snort-laughing at the notoriously bad “You just got stuffed!” line from the film. And Russel, in his classic fashion, was already down for the count and trying to appear as if he wasn’t fighting the lull of sleep.

Either nobody noticed or nobody cared about Murdoc’s uncharacteristic silence for the majority of the marathon, and he was clearly enjoying the lack of attention on himself and in turn giving it to you.

You bit harder on your blanket-wrapped hand, back and legs aching from keeping your reclined pose in the midst of your lover’s ‘foreplay’. Your legs screamed to kick out, your back wailed to arch, but all you could do was bite down your whimpers and moans while keeping a strong focus on how heavily you were breathing in and out of your nose.

Murdoc hummed just loud enough for you to hear, shifting his position and body weight to where he was almost laying on you. His head tilted back, resting on the back of the couch near your shoulder, and the hand that wasn’t working you over slithered under the blanket to find your own free hand.

“Didn’t think you’d make it this long, toots,” he crooned softly to you, his voice covered by the crescendo of the film’s lackluster soundtrack. You grunted in reply, giving a muffled reply through your cloth mouth guard.

“Think I can’t handle some half budget horror?”

Even in your desperately needy state, you could still crack back at Murdoc. Despite his little chuckle, however, it didn’t seem that he enjoyed your humor in the present moment, as his fingers twisted a little more inside you to bully the ridged area along your gummy walls and press his thumb firmly into your clit.

You nearly wailed our a scream, your entire body trembling and your head dropping as your body doubled over on itself. In the same moment, 2-D yelped and hid under his own protective blanket shield, causing Noodle to chortle at both of you.

“For someone who likes horror you’re terribly jumpy!” She directed the comment more in your direction. Stuart never claimed to enjoy horror, and barely exclaimed that he could handle the marathon when it was suggested by Noodle. Murdoc joined in on her laughter, nudging you with his shoulder and speaking up a little more.

“Feeling under the weather there, love? I’ve seen you sit stone-faced through far worse films!”

Damn Murdoc. Damn him and his stupid, magic bassist fingers and the pleasure they could work form you like you were nothing more than a taught string on his instrument. Damn him for making you keep face and act like nothing was wrong in front of everyone.

Taking advantage of the tears in your eyes when you raised your head, you gave a pointed sniffle and rubbed your nose.

“Nah, just fighting down a wicked sneeze. Poor Dents looks like he’s ready to jump outta his skin as is.”

Seemingly pleased with you playing along, Murdoc lessened his pressure on your clit, giving you a little more breathing room.

“Yeah, I think you’re right,” Noodle nodded at 2-D. Retrieving the remote from where it said on the floor nearby, she paused the movie and started backing out to the main menu. “We watched plenty tonight, and there’s still a ton to go. We can call it here.”

2-D gave a relieved sigh that sounded like he could melt into a puddle, and the sound caused Russel to wake and sit upright.

“Damn, y’all watched all those movies already?” He rubbed at an eye with the heel of his hand.

“We’re cutting out for the night so our blue-haired friend doesn’t shrivel into dust,” Murdoc quipped.

Russel gave a low hum and nod, agreeing with the sentiment and the idea of properly settling down for the night. 2-D was already ahead of him, scurrying towards his room as soon as the television was turned off. Noodle began to gather up her snack mess, with Russel coming over to assist, but Murdoc stopped them both in their tracks.

“Eh, don’t worry about the mess. Won’t hurt anything sitting there overnight.”

Russel gave Murdoc a quizzical look. He wasn’t usually so nice about folks picking up their mess, but Noodle didn’t give him time to question the motives aloud.

“I’ll put away the drinks! Don’t need them getting warm or someone tripping over them in the night.”

“Smart thinkin’, samurai. Don’t see us lovebirds making it to bed and no one would be too peachy about yours truly causing a scene in the middle of the night when I get up for a whizz.”

“TMI, man,” Russel assisted Noodle in getting the drinks back into the fridge in the kitchen, while Murdoc kept you trapped on the sofa. The pair said their goodnights and made sure the lights were off for you two before their footsteps disappeared upstairs to their respective rooms.

“And now that we’re alone~”

“Oh fuck.”

Despite everyone else having gone to bed and leaving you two alone on the couch, you still were fighting back moans, though the circumstances had changed.

Murdoc had swiftly taken it upon himself to toss aside your blanket and rip off the appropriate amount of clothes from the two of you to accommodate the night’s main event. Your weight was shifted onto his lap, back momentarily against his chest until he pushed you forward to where you were essentially hanging off the side of the couch. Your legs were bent similar to a frog’s as you backwards straddled your lover, his cock easily replacing his fingers in your slick pussy.

Thankfully, you didn’t have to do much more work than keep yourself from passing out and hitting the floor, Murdoc gladly gripped your thighs and bounced you into each heavy buck of his hips. The full force of desire and the blood rushing to your head were combining into a hell of a high, and leading the the precipice of an orgasm that was getting hard to resist.

“Ugh… oh, fuck, Muds,” you were literally drooling onto the carpet, your arms weak as you held yourself up from the floor. Your body burned with cramps and pleasure from the odd sex position, but you were too worked up to even think of asking the man to switch it up. And judging by his own grunts and sock-clad toes curling beneath you, he couldn't be arsed either.

“You were so fuckin’ good for me, love. So good, you did so well keeping a straight face. I can feel how worked up you got from being toyed with while everyone was in the room. So damned tight,” he threw his head back and bellowed like some kind of depraved beast, drawing a hand back and smacking you across the ass.

“Shit!” Your arms gave out and your cheek found the carpet, gasping and whimpering as the bombardment of sensations became too much.

“Gonna cum! Need to… cum!”

Leaning forward, Murdoc wrapped his arms around you for a better grip, pulling you back into his pelvis as he chased down both your highs.

“Come on, babe. Right there, almost there. All… most!”

Gritting his teeth and digging bruises into your flesh, Murdoc finally found his release, and the rush of warmth in your abdomen brought on your own with a pathetic cry that was only halfway covered by your hand clapping over your mouth.

Gods only knew how long you remained in that awkward position on the edge of the sofa, both of you sweating and panting in your post-coital bliss until the ache in your legs made you give a different kind of whimper.

Murdoc gently guided the remaining half of your body to the floor and came to rest by your side. The scratchy carpet felt oddly nice on your lovingly abused body, and you gave a breathless laugh at nothing in particular.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing, asshole,” you chuckled, reaching over blindly to weakly smack your lover’s chest.

He returned the soft laugh.

There was no seductive undertone to Murdoc’s voice, nor did it sound like he was teasing. Murdoc probably thought he was just being helpful. He couldn’t have been more wrong. “Well, y-yes,” you fumbled, trying to will yourself not to blush. It wasn’t working. “But that doesn’t mean—” “I wouldn’t mind kissing you,” Murdoc repeated calmly, making your knees shake. “Just so you knew what it felt like. You’ve never dated anyone, after all, and it doesn’t seem like you’ve met anyone who interests you.” Wrong again, you thought. But maybe you were glad that Murdoc hadn’t realized it. Or were you actually upset? It was hard to tell. The sight of Murdoc smiling serenely with his eyes locked on yours had your head spinning. Could it really hurt, letting Murdoc kiss you platonically, “just so you knew what it felt like”? This might be your only chance to taste it. Then again, kissing once as friends might make you want to kiss a lot more as lovers and it could multiply the already overwhelming anxiety you felt every time you were so much as in the same room as Murdoc. You came to a decision. “Um,” you said. The decision melted back into confusion. Now beads of sweat were forming on your red-hot face, and that terrified expression you’d tried so hard to repress completely overtook your features. Seeing this, Murdoc quickly changed track. “I’m sorry, I—I didn’t mean to pressure you,” he stammered, concerned. “Of course, you don’t have to if you don’t want to—” “I want to.” It was barely audible, and it took several seconds for you to realize you’d said it. If possible, your blush deepened. Murdoc blinked at you. You tried to shrug and play it off. “Why not?” you whispered because if you spoke any louder you were sure your voice would crack. “You’re here…I’m here…you’re willing…I’m willing…” Murdoc raised a hand, then snatched it back. “Are you sure?” he asked. You nodded and swallowed the thick knot in your throat.

Once his bedroom door closed behind you, Negan kicked off his shoes and began tugging his scarf from his neck and unzipping his jacket. "Why don’t you go change into something a little more comfortable, darlin’. Then we’ll get started."

You nodded and walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind you. When you emerged in your pale pink lingerie, Negan was seated on his couch in just his white t-shirt and jeans. Drinking in your figure with a smirk and slightly narrowed eyes, his cock twitched at the sight of you in lace. "C'mere, princess." Negan said and patted his lap. You smiled sweetly at your husband, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip as you made your way to him without hesitation. As you straddled him, one of his hands skimmed along your thigh while the other rested on the side of your neck. He leaned in to kiss you softly. You were more eager than he was and tried to deepen it immediately but he pulled back, chuckling with amusement. "Somebody sure is fuckin' eager!" He quipped, grinning at the sight of your impatient pout. Trying to initiate once again, your slender fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt and you made sure to use your most enticing voice as you nipped teasingly at his neck. "Only eager for your cock." You whispered. This had the desired effect as you felt his member twitch beneath the crotch of your panties and heard Negan moan quietly at your words. Your lips went back to his neck but he tilted your chin and turned your attention back to him. "Alright, doll. Tell me the colour system."

"Green is good. Yellow is slow down." You answered.

"And what’s the safe word?" He asked while absentmindedly playing with your bra strap, teasing your skin with his cold fingers.

"Lucille." You replied, caressing the stubbed skin of his jaw with the backs of your fingers.

Negan grinned wolfishly at your obedience and rewarded it with a peck on your lips before reaching for your hair tie on the end table. You took it and combed your fingers through your hair and tying it back. "Tell me why you’re being punished, sugar."

"I sassed you. I flirted with Simon. I touched him and I let him touch me." You never broke away from his gaze as you answered.

"Did you like it when Simon touched you?” He asked softly. Negan could sense your hesitation, but you nodded, knowing it was better to be honest with him than to lie. "It’s alright, darlin'. I liked watching him do it. Getting my kitten all riled up for me.” Negan's eyes turned dark and his grip tightened on your hips. "But who do you belong to?"

"You, daddy." You replied immediately, moaning when Negan's erection stood to attention at the name. "I belong to you, daddy." You repeated, rolling your lace covered cunt over his hard on.