#fluffy overload

I gasped softly with a look of confusion and surprise evident on my face. “Seriously? Who had the balls to invite him to a social event.” I chuckled. Negan was the star quarterback. He was an asshole to everyone, even teachers feared him. He was the epitome of a bad boy, motorcycle and all. People didn’t tend to invite him to things and if he was, he’d be a no show.

Hearing that he was going to this party must have been a shock to everyone because it was now the subject of the day. Everytime I turned my back I could hear his name leave people’s mouths. Making my way to my locker I looked down to check my phone. Not paying attention to what I was doing, I ran into a tall stranger. “Fuck!” I exclaimed, dropping my books on the floor. I looked up, getting ready to beat the fuck out of whoever rammed into me.

It was him. A white t-shirt, and a black leather jacket with a red scarf peeking over it. No words left my mouth, we looked at each other for a minute. Erasing all the thoughts from I head, I stumbled to pick up my stuff. Trying to escape the situation as fast as humanly fucking possible.

I managed to get away, speed walking to the opposite side of the long narrow hallway. Turning to see if he had followed me, I noticed my coast was clear. Exhaling a breath I didn’t even realize I was holding in. I calmly walked into my next class. Eager to get home and get ready.

When I got home it was around 4. Perfect. Walking into my personal bathroom I took a quick shower, making sure to wash my hair more than usual. I stepped out, immediately missing the feel of the warm water rushing down my body. Walking to my room, I went to my closet and grabbed the dress I bought. The dress was short, but not slutty. The deep maroon color complimenting my skin color perfectly. I loved it from the second I saw it, and now was the perfect time to showcase it.

Sitting down at the vanity in my room I started my makeup, opting for dark eyes and a red lip. I usually didn’t get this dolled up for a stupid party, but I wanted to let loose tonight. I curled my hair in loose beach waves, keeping it down. I finally finished 3 hours later, walking to the full length mirror I smiled. It was a special moment when I could just relax and have fun. I stared at myself up and down one more time. Deciding it was perfect I sprayed my favorite perfume on and walked out of the house. I got into my car, and drove to the party.

By the time I got there, people were already drunk and dancing. I laughed, immediately seeing my friends and walking to them. “Holy shit,” I yelled over the loud music, “This place is fucking packed!” They all smiled and laughed. Looking in the corner I saw Negan, sitting back. A beer resting in his hand. A group of girls crowding by him, all trying to get his attention. I rolled my eyes, grabbing a drink and tossing it back, savoring the burning sensation of the liquid rushing down my throat.

I must have done that about 6 times, feeling the affects of the strong alcohol. My head spinning slightly. Someone from the crowd yelled, “LET’S PLAY SPIN THE BOTTLE!!”, we all cheered. Somehow, we all managed to sit in what was supposed to be a circle. Negan stood up, making everyone look up at him as they made room for him to sit. I could feel the alcohol taking its effect, as I admired his facial structure. His dark demeanor intimidating everyone. For the first time tonight, he spoke with his eyes on me.

“So, who’s first fuckers?” His deep, gravelly voice rang in my ear.

A bunch of girls threw their hands up, wanting to get a chance to kiss him. Overtime, Negan hadn’t been kissed once, my situation was the same. I preferred it that way. Then one of the kids in my class span the bottle, the tip of it landing on me. Rolling my eyes, I laughed fakely as he beckoned me over. I held up my middle finger to him. My action making him sigh and make his way over to me, pressing his chapped lips to my red ones I pulled away as quickly as I could. He smirked, as if he was proud of himself. I wiped my mouth dramatically, pretending to gag. Listening to the laughs that came through at my motion.

My turn. I span the empty bottle, hoping it wouldn’t be someone so awful. I watched as it slowed down, my eyes widening as I looked up and locked eyes with who the point of the bottle had landed on. I was met with Negan’s hazel eyes. I noted that his eyes turned a shade darker when he noticed that it had landed on him. A smirk slow as molasses appeared on his face. I smiled back. He repeated the same beckoning action that the other kid had done, I raised an eyebrow. I stayed there, curious to see what he’d do if I didn’t listen to what he said.

Finally he crawled over to me, grabbing me by my waist roughly. He looked angry before he pressed his velvet lips to mine. His one hand on my ass holding my against him firmly. The other on the nape of my neck, allowing him to choose the direction of the kiss. His rough hands, groping at me. I moaned softly against his lips, he covered my moan with another deep kiss. I brought my hand to his cheek, feeling the rough feeling of his scruff against my soft hands.

He pulled away slowly, he gave me his signature smirk at the look of my flustered appearance. My lipstick was smudged around my face, my hair was in different directions, my face was flushed. He looked the same, my lipstick leaving a stain on his perfect lips, his face a warm color. It felt like we had stayed this way for an eternity, but in reality it had only been a few minutes. Negan grabbed my waist, pulling me over to where he was sitting. Setting me down so I was sitting in his lap, my arms wrapped around his broad shoulders. He looked down at me with lust and what almost looked like love. I looked up at him the same way.

We stayed tangled together until the party ended. When we all left, Negan and I left together...

“And we’ve been together since then..” I finished the story to the young kids in front of me. “Again mommy!! Tell it again!” my daughter begged me. “No, noo. It’s bedtime babygirl.” She let out a dramatic sigh, and I laughed. “Just like your father..” I gave a sweet smile. I heard a knock on the door, turning around I smiled lovingly at the face of my aged husband returning from work. The kids getting up and running over to them, he leaned down and scooped them up.

I strolled over to my beautiful family, pressing a kiss to my husbands lips like I have for the last 20 years.

“That’s my favorite story.” He informed me.