CAMGIRL PRINCESS

Summary: Y/N has been friends with best friend for years now. Trying to have extra money aside while being away from college she finds a camgirl job. She'd never guess her best friends dad would be her number one fan.

Pairing: camgirl!reader x bestfriendsdad! negan smith (3rd POV)

Warnings: 18+!, smut!, recording sexual activity!, mentions of posting sexual activities!, posting nudity!, oral sex (f rec), rough sex!, male masturbation!, daddy issues!, slight family issues mentioned!, daddy kink!, reader has a tattoo!, OnlyFans! account!, porn mentioned!, fingering!, mentions of different kinks!, mentions of partying!, Negan is a professor!, talks of other people having sex!, drinking!- reader my be tipsy during sex it is really not mentioned!, mentions of drinking!, choking!, cursing!, age gap! (reader age is not mentioned!, Negan is in his late 40s)!, mentions of spanking!, mentions of bruising! , Negan calls reader pet names but also slut- a few times!, and not fully edited.

A/N: boarders is by @saradika-graphics. I been using a lot of them lately, all of them are super cute! I been creating a few of my own practicing myself with my stories I usually try to tag the page if I use them! I hope you love this little one shot I threw together, I love you all!✨❤️

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Negan groaned to himself, having the phone underneath his desk at work; his shift was five minutes past over. He couldn’t bring himself to get up yet. This feed, this damn OnlyFans, he shouldn’t listen to his best friend Simon to get. Recently going through a dry phase, he had been trying to find ways to get off.

Negan had not had sex in a year, perhaps a little bit longer. He did not know why; he was not interested in anyone. He tried the dating thing, even the fling thing, but nothing worked out for the older bachelor. A few months ago, while bar hopping with Simon after teaching a class at the local college, his friend showed him the OnlyFans app.

Through the few months, Negan found a few pages he liked, but this one page, this angel princess, whoever the fuck she was, had him wrapped around her finger. Her face was always hidden in the pictures, maybe some of her plump lips and her hair, but not once had he got to see this woman’s face. He felt stupid being this attracted to a woman over an app, even without seeing her face. Her body was just perfect; each part of her he saw knew could not get more perfect. What he noticed is the tattoo high up on her thigh, that fuckin flower on her curvy thighs.

He wanted to squeeze, leave bruises on, and mark her. God, this was fucked up; she could be a fake person for all he knew. But when the videos hit his pag of her, he knew she had to be real somewhere out there.

Negan’s finger was hesitant, clicking over the link, opening his private web, and taking him to the app. It only took a moment to load before a video of this woman’s covered breast was on the camera. Her hair is right above her perky tits so perfectly. The black laced bra had them pushed together; Negan palmed the front of his jeans, feeling uncomfortable each moment. Her voice was low; she was talking had not done much talking before.

She seemed to be shy, Negan loved that.

Negan raised his volume, listening to the woman's voice. Her body was in full view, and her plump lips were seen before the rest of her face was cut off. The older man's ear perked up; that voice was sounding more familiar. His face furrowed, fubbing his sweaty palms on his jeans and bringing the phone closer to him.

“A lot of you been wondering what I look like,” Her voice sounded so sweet; Negan watched her smile as her fingers ran through her hair, “I thought I could give my special fans what they wanted.” Negan knew this video was for the premium users; his stomach twisted, and he was excited. He actually should hate himself right now.

The woman's fingers traced down to her bra straps, stretching them out down her body. Her head was thrown back a little, revealing some of her necks, throwing her head back for her face to be seen.

Negans face dropped along with his stomach, but eyes widened eyes never left the screen. His daughters best friend of all people was on that screen, almost having her bra off and a clear view of her beautiful face.

Negan cursed at himself under his breath, wanting to close out of the app, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. He wanted more. Her voice was as clear as now, too; how had he not recognized it before?

His jeans were tightened, and his member was still rock hard. Negan should not feel this way, especially knowing who this woman was. This was his daughter's best friend; she would spend nights with them. He knew he had always found Y/N attractive, but now he did not know how he would resist her, especially when around her.

Negan sat in his office, staring at the empty classroom through the open door. The silence was only broken by the clock ticking on the wall. He had just finished teaching his final class of the day. He could go home, but his eyes were still fixated on the screen. The temptation kept growing; her bra slowly slid her perky tits out for the camera. Y/N gently squeezed them, pushing them up more, continuing to trace her hands along down.

Within a few seconds, Negan had his hardened cock picked through his underwear and jeans. With a few strokes, he gave his cock already had pre cum dripping from the top of his dick that was red. His dick was pulsating with each stroke he gave. His eyes would shift to close sometimes, imaging Y/N; he knew it was wrong. This whole situation is fucked up.

He was digging himself deeper by the minute.

Negan was giving himself a handjob in his office chair, watching Y/N slowly undress herself. The underwear she had on slowly slid down her legs, revealing her plump ass, which Negan wanted to slap. Have her bent over his knee; she would deserve it, too. Negans pace was going faster, and feeling himself spew out as he came, he hoped he did not stain his jeans, feeling himself be released for just a moment.

His hands could only do so much.

Negan felt like a helpless horny teenager, he should just say fuck it and fuck her, but he knew he could not just do that. Negan groaned to himself, looking down at his sticky-covered cum self.

Negan soon felt an itch crawl back, and his eyes moved to the screen, Y/N’s body in full view. This woman was a gem; each part of her was perfect.

And just like that, Negan was hard again.

“Dad! You're home!” Emma exclaimed, giving her dad a quick hug. “Yeah, sweetheart, sorry I'm running late.” Negan played it off with a warm smile, heading to his kitchen, “Had a few late tests to grade.” His daughter was home for the summer from college; such a bright daughter he had.

“S’kay, dad.” Emma smiled warmly at her dad, “Look, Y/N is coming over soon. Is that okay?” Emma asked; she knew her dad loved all her friends, especially Y/N. Emma knew he should not say no, especially the smile she gave him. Negan almost choked up hearing her name, clearing his throat with one of his famous smirks.

“Sure, that's okay, sweetheart.” Negan lied straight through that smile, chuckled nervously, trying to hide it all with his smile, “Just order us a pizza tonight for dinner, yeah?” His daughter quickly agreed, heading back upstairs to call the local pizza place for delivery. Negan groaned out once his daughter went upstairs, heading over to the fridge for a beer, quickly popping the top open. He got a few gulps in before heading to the doorbell.

Negan knew exactly who it was and had no idea how to keep his composure. Keeping the beer bottle attached to his lips, he prayed his daughter would answer the door. When that thought crossed his mind, “Dad, get the door!” His daughter's words were like knives in the ears.

His grip could have broken the beer bottle off tighter once heading to the front door to answer like the gentleman he was. Negan cleared his throat, breathing in, gathering his smile together. “Hi’ ya sweetheart, you doing okay?” Negan answered the door to reveal Y/N; once he saw her, a lump formed in his throat. Her top had her chest in full view; Negan could not stop imagining that black lace bra with her perky tits.

A skirt complimented the shirt that rested on her upper thigh, which gave him access to her legs to gaze upon. Negans eyes wandered over her for a moment, giving her a smirk. “I'm okay, Mr. Smith.” Y/N seemed so innocent when saying those words; Negan could have come from those words, however. Negan rolled his eyes playfully at the woman, inviting her inside. “Y’know to call me Negan now, doll.” Negan assured her, closing the door and welcoming her into his home, “Emma is upstairs; by the way, we should have pizza on the way.”

Y/N had an overnight bag, it seemed, with her, holding tight against her. She'd been friends with Emma for a few years, meeting her in college. Y/N got into an OnlyFans account just for a few bucks on the side while she was in college. She did not realize how much money it could bring her. It ended up getting her a lot of money to quit her job at the coffee shop to do things online.

Sure, she wasn't ashamed of it. She did not care one bit. It gave Y/N a certain confidence.

Y/N was never really close with her parents, especially her father. Once she had a chance to run from home, she took it, especially with a whole ride to college, which meant that when holidays came up, she went home with Emma sometimes.

That's how she met Emma’s bachelor of a dad, Negan Smith. Every woman wanted him, but he seemed uninterested. Y/N always found him attractive. She shouldn't; she may even feel guilty at times. However, how could no one find this man attractive?

“Well, Negan..” Y/N tried to fight back a flirtatious smile, already feeling shivers down her spine from his stare, “Thank you. I'll just-uh- head upstairs.” She knew she stuttered; she hoped Negan would not notice. Y/N trailed upstairs to Emma's room, who was already gossiping about the boys in class.

“Thank Gosh, you’re here; I have so much to tell you!!” Emma trailed off about Josh and Garrett she hooked up with last week, how one dick was more significant than the other. Emma also compared each orgasm she got from them to how many Josh gave her. She almost had a heart attack at the number four times in a row. Y/N choked on the wine drink she had once, Emma told her, sitting on her bed watching Sex and the City together. Y/N knew a guy never gave her that number; barely any man gave her any orgasm at all.

Y/N finished her wine glass and let out a laugh, sitting back with her friend. “I swear Josh, can fuck so much better.” Emma breathed out, the women already on their fourth wine glass.

They talked for a few hours, watching their show and eating pizza. It had been a quiet evening; Y/N knew she was feeling the wine already. Emma soon was dead asleep beside her in the bed, with a wine glass still full on the table beside them. Y/N noticed her empty glass, taking her sleeping friend's drink, making it her own, and heading to the bathroom to change into her PJs. She scrolled through her phone, through her OnlyFans messages and gifts.

Putting on a slick pair of boxer shorts and an 80s rock band t-shirt to match the shorts, Y/N still had her wine glass in her hand, heading downstairs to clean up their dishes. Emma was usually always the first to sleep; wine was like cough syrup to her and made her sleep like a baby. Y/N knew wine may been a wrong choice, but maybe she could have some alone time with Negan.

She knew she shouldn’t want that. Y/N knew she secretly wanted him to find her profile, but why would Negan have an OnlyFans anyway?

Y/N trailed down the stairs, seeing Negan still awake, watching TV in the living room. His legs spread open, and a beer rested on his thigh. God, she knew she could hop on his lap right now and ride him like there’s no tomorrow. She was a horrible person thinking this way, especially about her best friend's dad. She tried not to stare long at Negan heading to the kitchen, putting the dishes in the dishwasher.

“Sweetheart, let me help you.” Y/N jumped at the sound of Negan’s voice. She gasped, standing up from bending down. She tried to stand straight with a warm smile. The older male was quick by her side, inches from her, where his skin could brush against hers—taking the dishes from her, helping her load them up. Negan glanced over her half-full glass of wine; she still seemed to be drinking.

“Emma’s already out, huh?” Negan snickered, shaking his head, “She always gets put to sleep drinking; guess got lucky with that.” Y/N laughed with Negan, sipping her glass and handing him the last dish to put into the washer. “Yeah, she’s been out for a bit,” Y/N answered. She felt like the room was spinning, not from the wine but from Negan. He was making her weak to her knees, just standing in front of her.

It should be a crime to look so good as he did, though. Negan had his comfy clothes ready for bed, plaid pj pants with his tee shirt, and toned arms up for plain view. Y/N was in love with his tattoos, too, how she wanted to run her hands up all over them. She knew she’d been eyeing him for a bit. She probably looked like she was eating him alive.

Y/N cleared her throat, shifting her eyes quickly away from gazing over him. Negan's lips pierced, and trying to hide his smirk, he noticed her wandering eyes. Y/N wine glass was quick in her hand, moving away from Negan’s presence. “I-Thank you, Negan,” Y/N stuttered. She knew she was flushed. She would blame it on the wine, though, “I’ll head back upstairs .” It felt so awkward; the tension felt so high.

Y/N tried to get herself to move upstairs, but she was glued to the floor. Her eyes did not move from Negan’s, whose lips curled up into a smirk. He leaned against the kitchen counter behind him, crossing his arms; Y/N felt like she was starting to sweat. Once she finally got her feet to move, Negan’s words again stopped her.

“So, uh, have you found anything else since the coffee shop?” Negan questioned, trying to see what she would say or even come up with. Y/N’s face widened at his question. She knew she had to come up with a lie. How the hell would she tell this man she had an OnlyFans account? “Uh yeah, I have been doing little things here and there, online stuff, nothing too big.” Y/N laughed nervously, giving him a quick smile, shifting in place. Her stomach was twisted with nerves; the urge to jump on Negan right now was getting more complicated.

Especially the way he was looking at her, the way his tongue went over his lips slowly. God, his mouth looked terrific. God, Y/N knew she was down for it. And the wine was certainly not helping the situation either. “Online stuff, huh?” Negan didn’t seem like he was asking or even talking directly to her. He seemed to be saying it to himself, laughing out loud momentarily. Y/N was confused for a moment; her eyes soon widened.

Negan knew… he must have knew.

Y/N's breathing increased, watching Negan walk over to her. Y/N tried not to show any emotions, but she knew her face was widened. She knew her hands had to be shaking. Her body was shifting back and forth. Her nerves were making her even feel nauseous, with the butterflies growing in her stomach.

“I know you have an OnlyFans, Y/N.” His words could have made her faint; she knew her face was white as a ghost. She couldn’t form words; her throat tightened. “I know I’m a huge dick, too, for still wanting to look once I figured out it was you.” Y/N cleared her throat. Her eyes scanned his eyes for a moment. “You paid for the membership to see?” Y/N quietly wondered, her nails digging into her skin.

“Had to see that one where you show your pretty face for the first time today.” Negan watched her blush quickly for the compliment, her eyes shifting down. He was now inches from her, standing in the kitchen entrance. His fingers wrapped around her chin, having her look up at him. “You? Negan Smith? You should post, too.” Y/N told him, which made him laugh, still having her chin in his grip.

Negan’s lips grew closer to hers; her breath slowly rose, her eyes falling to his lips, falling into his touch once his lips met hers for only a moment. Their lips moved in sync before he gently pulled away, taking in the moment.

“Follow me if ya’ want to, sweetheart.” Negan purred, patting her cheek gently and giving a smug smile, walking past her upstairs. Y/N was like a lost puppy following behind him, trailing up the stairs. Emma’s door was closed; she knew wine would knock her out all night.

Nothing would wake her up.

Nerves still kicked in, though, and butterflies formed in her stomach. Was she about to enter Negan’s bedroom with Emma across the hall?

Hell yeah she was.

Y/N watched Negan hold open his door for her, letting her walk in first, quietly shutting the door behind them. “Let me show you something, doll.” Negan went to his closet, digging into a box on the shelves.

His room was very plain but relatively clean. His bed was made with just blue sheets and two pillows. There was hardly any decor out, just a few family pictures. Negan turned around and pulled out an old camcorder, handing it to her to examine. “What’s this for?” Y/N asked, her lips curled up into a smirk, getting the camera to turn on. “You like to record yourself, correct sweetheart?” Negan raised a question, taking back the camera from her and making sure a new tape was in. The younger woman’s face furrowed with confusion, but nodding to answer his question.

Negan's request took Y/N off guard. She felt her face flush with heat, and her mind went blank. She wanted to say something, anything to break the tension in the air, but Negan's piercing gaze held her still. "Would you let me record you, Y/N?" he asked, his voice low and serious. Y/N knew she trusted Negan. He had always been fair and respectful towards her. She looked up at him, and his eyes held a hint of darkness she hadn't seen before. Despite that, she still felt safe with him.

“Do you trust me, doll?”

“Yes, I do.” Y/N did not hesitate with her answer. She saw the light on the recorder blink red. She knew she was being recorded now; Y/N always felt confident through the camera now that Negan was watching her.

As she stayed in her place, she noticed his gaze fixed on her. It was unlike any other time, for he seemed to observe her features. She scanned down her body to her bare legs, keeping the camera on her. “Don't go camera shy on me now, sweetheart.” Negan teased, his eyes eating her up, “Strip for me.” She gulped; she felt so nervous. Negan noticed her actions. He wanted her to be confident. She deserved to be; there was nothing wrong with this woman before him.

Her curves was perfect.

Her tits was perfect.

Her ass was perfect.

Everything about her was perfect.

“Let me tell you something, sweetheart,” Negan turned the camera off, his face softened, “How confident you are in those videos you make is how you needs to be now. There's nothing wrong with you, Y/N.” Her face reddened with a playful eyeroll. Negan started to record again, drawing out a long breath. “You're just making me nervous; I've never done anything like this before.” Y/N’s voice seemed shaky, letting out a laugh, keeping a smile on her face. Her hands rested on the top of her tee, her eyes meeting Negan.

"Let me see those perfect perky tits, baby." Negan's words sent chills down her spine. Y/N bit her lip, slowly pulling the top over her head. She let the shirt hit the floor beside her; Negan loved the sight before him. He was finally getting to see her body in a natural person. Negan knew they had to be quiet; the guilt he once had was slowly turning more into lust. "You want the shorts gone too?" Y/N asked, her head tilted in curiosity. She was sure she knew the answer to what Negan wanted; all he did was nod and gesture for her to remove them.

Y/N stepped slowly out of her boxer shorts, revealing no underwear underneath them. Negan groaned, and the grip he had around the camera tightened. He used his free hand to rub the scruff growing on his face; she looked amazing. Y/N still felt a little uncomfortable now being full-ass naked in front of Negan, who was recording her, and he was fully clothed, though. Negan laid the camera on the dresser, still facing them, his feet dragging the ground, growing closer to her. Negan was now in the camera view, cupping her cheeks and bringing her into a deepened kiss.

"Can I record us, doll? Are you still comfortable?" Negan wanted to be reassured. She knew she had a few drinks tonight as well. He always found Y/N attractive, wanted her, and craved her. From the tension building up over the couple of years of knowing each other, it seemed she wanted him. "I do, Negan-just-." She stuttered for a moment; her cheeks were stained red. His forehead rested against hers, his eyes closed soon, waiting for her to answer. "Tell me, baby, what do you want?" He asked, groaning and pushing up against her. Y/N had him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him into a kiss, and both stumbling over to the bed behind them. His hands were all over her.

"A dirty lil' slut ain't ya, doll." Negan chuckled; it was deep and dark, maybe almost sinister. Y/N smirked into his kiss, pulling his tee off. Her hands started down his pants and up his chest, not missing any part of him. She wanted to feel everything, run her hands all over him and through his curls. She whimpered, feeling his hands trail up her bare thigh, her legs staying wide open, wanting to feel his touch. "I'll be anything you want me to be, Negan." Y/N entirely gave in to him; Negan loved her submissiveness.

"Really?" Negan drawled out, his hands cupping her throat. His free hand cupped her pussy, that almost made her choke up. "You'll be daddy's little slut?" Y/N cried out; Negan calling himself made her even wetter than she was. She barely could talk; she felt so helpless, but she always stayed confident in her videos. This man was making her a hot puddle of a mess.

"Yes, Daddy, please just touch me." She begged; Negan shushed her, his fingers resting on her lip that was just cupping her pussy. "Be quiet, doll." Negan commanded gently, his finger drug down her lips, "Do you feel how wet you are on your lips?" Y/N scoffed slightly; he was not wrong, however, feeling his wet fingers cup her face again to bring her into a rough kiss.

Negan's fingers teased her bare clit; she had her hands going down to his pants to pull them down along with his underwear. His cock was hard; Y/N looked down, even seeing the tip slightly red, already leaking pre-cum. His lips kept attached to her soft lips; he could taste her wine mixed with her lip gloss. “I want to taste you," He moaned softly against her lips, "I'm craving the taste of you so much right now, baby." His thumb rubbed against her lip softly, pulling it down, keeping his eyes deep into her eyes. Y/N couldn't help but moan out just at the words of what he wanted to do with her.

"Please..." She started to beg the man, "Please, Daddy, I want you too." Negan loved when she would beg even more when she called him daddy. His touch from his hands made her squirm. Negan kneeled in front of her, her legs wrapped around his neck. She wanted to push him closer to her with her legs, but his hands around her thighs kept her from moving. He slowly placed light kisses from her left knee up to her clit.

Her head rested on the pillow behind her; her eyes moved to the camera still blocking red across the room. Her eyes rolled back into her head, almost seeing stars. Y/N's hands ran through his hair as his tongue slightly licked her folds. Her moans were choking out, covering her mouth. “We don't wanna get caught, doll.” Negan chuckled, licking straight up, making her gasp, “Be quiet, or I'll stop,”

She felt his nails digging into her thighs, but she did not care. Y/N knew he was trying to keep her still, but she could not help but squirm underneath his tongue.

“Please, don't.”

"You taste so good, Y/N." He complimented her, feasting on her more. He was more aggressive this time, keeping the tip of his tongue flicking on her clit. She dug at his hair, "Please don't stop." Y/N moaned quietly in pleasure. Y/N covered her mouth, moaning against her hand. She knew she was already close to Negan's tongue.

“Oh, sweetheart, you're a mess.” He shook his head, playing with her clit, placing more kisses on her thighs, “I’m enjoying this just as much as you.” Y/N groaned out, feeling his lips suck on her clit, his tongue still against her clit. She could feel that pit in her stomach grows; every time he made her cum, it just got better and better.

“I’m so close, Daddy, please- Daddy.” She could barely get words out, and her fingers loosened in his hairlocks. That pit in her stomach burst. Y/N shook beneath Negan’s mouth, feeling herself cum. He licked her all up, making sure he tasted every bit of her; Negan knew he could do this all night to her. He rose to place his lips on hers; she could taste herself against him.

“Why did you wanna record, huh?” Y/N giggled, her arms around his neck. Negan chuckled, running his hands through his hair, sweat forming on his head. “You gonna post this on some porn site?” Negan almost could have cried in laughter, shaking his head at her comment and giving her neck small kisses.

“This is for me, doll. And only me.” Negan seemed firm, maybe even a little tent of jealousy in his voice. “You're mine.” Y/N's lips pierced; she tried to fight back a smile. She loved hearing. His sweet lips moved against hers. “Let me help you out,” She cupped his hardened member, and Negan groaned when she slightly squeezed it. “Next time, sweetheart, I want you now.” He growled as she pulled his boxers down. Negan placed kisses on her breasts.

His uncovered member teased the tip of her clit right above where she wanted him most, his hand wrapped around he’d throat, going into her.

“You’re so fuckin’ tight.”

She moaned, feeling her walls stretch, her nails digging into his back. Negan thrust into her, keeping his pace slower; she kept her moans soft in his ear. She could hear by his breathing he was enjoying her, enjoying this. He lifted her legs more as his dick reached more inside of her, both moaning out.

“I wanna be able to record your loud moans, doll,” Negan admitted, her nails dug deep into his back, his free hand covering her mouth from the moans. “I know some of your little cute whimpers have been picked up, though you can't keep quiet.” Y/N shook her head; his thrust picked up. She knew her nails would leave marks.

“Are you gonna come around, daddy cock?” Negan asked her, his hand slowly moving from her mouth. She bit her lip, keeping her whimpers soft. “Yes, Daddy,” Y/N muttered; her eyes rolled closed, and her forehead laid against his.

“Aw, is it too much for you to handle baby girl? Can’t take daddy’s dick?” He teased Y/N as he thrust deeper into her. “You goin’ cock dumb on me?”

Y/N shallowly moaned and whimpered out.“Fuck-No, I can handle it, daddy. Fuck- you-uh-make me feel so fucking good!” Y/N knew she was getting close. No one had ever made her feel this way. She barely could speak; she bet she did sound dumb. Negan could feel her clenching around his cock, knowing she was close.

“Go on, baby, cum all over daddy’s dick,” Negan commanded, feeling her let her body go; Y/N had her second orgasm washing over her body, seeing more stars behind her eyes. She felt her body go limp, shaking as she rode out her high.

Negan groaned as he came to a climax as well; she felt the hot cum coating her walls. Both were out of breath, their sweaty bodies stuck together shortly. “You okay, doll?” Negan fingers ran through her hair, slowly pulling out of her. He fell to the empty spot beside her, and Y/N breathed out a laugh.

“Im ‘kay, I just uh- probably need to return to Emma's room.” Y/N hoped they were not too loud, too into the moment. Negan had himself covered up with the bed sheets, still naked underneath. He laid back, his hands resting on his head, giving her a lazy smirk.

“Wish you could stay here, doll, but I know you're right.”

Y/N only stayed for more minutes in Negan's room to clean herself up; she knew she could blame her flushed face on the wine if Emma were somehow awake. They had not heard anything, but that could be good or bad. Negan and her agreed to keep this all a secret; even Negan wanted to do it repeatedly.

Y/N's hands were shaky opening Emma's door back up, seeing her still asleep in bed. Her mouth was slightly open as the TV was still quiet playing in the room. She breathed out a little sigh of relief, taking her steps quietly to lay back down her friend like she just did not fuck her dad in the room over.

With a camcorder on... fuck was she was a bad friend?

Y/N had a guilty conscience, but the fact she was she liked Negan.

Man, she was fucked.

The following day, Y/N's head was quite heavy. Her eyes adjusted to the lit room, and she groaned out, rising out of the bed and looking beside her, seeing Emma was not there anymore. She reached for her phone, going through several social media apps to wake her up. She heard noises from Emma's bathroom, and soon the shower turned on, clearing the mystery of where her friend was.

Y/N's mind, though, trailed off back to last night's events with Negan; she still felt like she could feel cum dripping out into her boxer shorts. She groaned out softly, hating how the craving came back for him checking her emails.

An OnlyFans notification popped up on her phone that caught her attention. The name almost made her heart stop.

I DID SOMETHING BAD

Summary: Y/N found out her boyfriend, Ben, of two years, cheated on her. After recently breaking up, she goes by to drop off the rest of his stuff. While he isn't home, his dad is. Some hidden feelings decide to resurface, no matter how bad it could be.

Pairing: (Negan Smith x Reader) exboyfriendsdad! Negan Smith x reader (3rd POV)

Warnings: 18+!, smut!, age gap! (reader age is in her 20s, negan is in his 40s), reader is in college grad!, exboyfriendsdad! x reader!, rich Negan! oral sex!-f receiving, rough sex!, slight daddy kink!, cheating!, tipsy sex!, sexual tension!, drinking!, break ups!, drinking games!, Negan had a wife but name isn't mentioned!, slight angst!, pet names!-Negan calls reader a slut!, reader wears dresses!, mentions of divorce, praise kink!, cursing!, dom! Negan, jealous tendencies!, dirty talk!, choking!, sub reader!, fluff!, and not fully edited.

A/N: boarders are by @saradika-graphics! Starting back writing, I decided to write a one-shot before continuing my series!! Thank you all so much for your support! I love you all so much! Check out my master list for some new series this summer! Now, enjoy the story! I apologize for taking a long break; I have struggled with multiple things. All I could think about was writing, but I couldn't do it. I wish I could explain more, but I don't think I can put into words as much as I want to. Just honestly… thank you!

“They say I did something bad. But why's it feel so good? Most fun I ever had and I'd do it over and over and over again if I could. It just felt so good.” - I Did Something Bad By Taylor Swift

It wasn't the end of the world.

Y/N kept telling herself that. He was just some stupid boy who made foolish choices. Ben was a wild one that’s for sure, maybe she should have seen it coming.

Of course, he would cheat. Don’t most of them do anyways? Most men are pigs, all men have it in them.

Maybe it sounded sexist, or Y/N was upset, lashing out with her words. She remembered screaming, tears welling up in her eyes as she repeated those reflections to Ben, whom she had just caught with another woman in their home, in their bed, which they were supposed only to share. Someone he’d met, a senior at his old college.

Bastard…

She kicked him out of the apartment that same night, a place they had called home for a year. Screaming so loud, neighbors were spying on them, which pissed off Y/N more.

Noisy ass neighbors…

Y/N kept herself away for a few days, returning to work and going home, trying to gather the rest of Ben’s things he had left behind day by day. He was rushed out, of course, having his stuff mainly thrown at him out the door. She emptied the 2nd wine bottle by the end of the week, having dinners by herself. Ben did try to contact her a few times with lame-ass apologies and backhanded gestures that raised more red flags for Y/N. She wondered what had gone wrong with Ben; his father seemed like an excellent man.

Negan Smith owned a big bank in town and was known as one of the wealthiest people in the city. Maybe Ben let that go to his head. It wasn’t like he was making the money; his father helped him through anything and everything.

Maybe that’s where it went wrong. Shit, she shouldn’t be thinking her ex’s father is a better man than him… perhaps she should.

Y/N was never always handed things to her like Ben, who spoiled her at the beginning of the relationship. Looking back now, those gestures seemed to fade away, staying in more, just causally becoming just roommates who fucked occasionally. She cringed at the thoughts now. Maybe she’d never been gratified with their sex life, but he was sweet until the end. Becoming unsatisfied with it all, maybe she was blind to the situation, but over the tw weeks, it all unraveled for her.

Maybe it was the late-night cries of not being good enough or the many TV shows she binge-watched about people finding love. It sounded dumb, but maybe Y/N was finally catching onto everything and blocking Ben at the end of the month, gathering his things to drop off at his father's. Ben mentioned staying with him until finding a place; she wondered how Negan felt about it.

Y/N met Negan at a Christmas party he was throwing at his mansion, he lived outside on the country most of the town invited. It was Y/N’s and Ben’s first year togrther. When meeting him, she could see the resemblance Ben had of him. But something about Negan, seemed to get to her more. She knew it was wrong, she just tried to shake it.

It was just an intrusive thought; anyone would think it. The compliments he gave her that night were innocent… “The red dress compliments you well, doll. My son didn’t tell me you were a beauty.”

But made her think naughty things, stuff she shouldn’t think about her boyfriend’s dad. Maybe Y/N was just as bad as Ben for these thoughts. It was the way he smirked, too, that damn smirk. The way his tongue grazed over his lips. It wasn’t just that night, too; she found herself lost in thoughts of him.

The get-togethers, the times they stayed nights with Negan after drinking, waking up the following day and seeing him in his PJs, and the pool parties were the worst. Having to see Negan shirtless, the way his tattoos aligned with his body so well—some even had age to them—and the way his wet hair hung down his face, letting the drips of water slide down his chest were the worst.

He was like a walking sex-god..

All of this was bad.. So bad…

What probably was worse was how well they got along and could talk for hours. Her favorite memory was one of the last ones she had with Negan before all this happened with Ben. A couple of weeks before the breakup, they celebrated the fourth of July and had a BBQ at Negan’s. It was smaller than his usual get-togethers, mostly everyone in the pool out back. Ben had too many beers that day, lying in his old room upstairs; Y/N looks back then, seeing the signs clear on her face that their relationship was over by then.

They sat in the kitchen together for hours, just talking, maybe reminiscing once more before everything fell to shit; Y/N hated how she’d miss Negan. Little thoughts crept into her head, too. She’d miss him more than Ben. She’d no longer have late-night conversations with Negan in the kitchen, see him on vacations, or be around him. She wondered if that’s why she stuck out with Ben so long, for Negan.

How pathetic of her…

Y/N knew Negan would now only live in her memory, just like Ben. The thoughts of Negan kissing her, pleasing her, and fucking her like she'd always wanted would always still be thoughts; she knew she should miss those from Ben, not crave them from his father.

She really was just as bad as Ben, huh?

Y/N threw the last box of Ben’s stuff in her trunk; she was heading to Negan’s to drop off the rest of his son’s belongings. She texted Ben, who said he would be there to get them for her and to say goodbye to each other one last time.

Y/N knew it would be her goodbye from Negan too; maybe what Ben did to her brought all this up about Negan to her face, how she felt about him. This older man, her ex-boyfriend’s dad, was someone she’d be interested in. She was an awful person. Hell, he would laugh in her face about it.

The drive was not far from her place, about 30 minutes outside of town; she pulled up the long driveway leading to Negan’s countryside mansion. He had a few horses outside the barn; the land was acres long. The house had some age, which made it so beautiful. Negan had done a few renovations to the house himself, building around the deck and keeping up with the paint jobs.

Y/N slammed the trunk of her car, carrying the two boxes of Ben’s to the front door, ringing the doorbell that stretched across the house.

The summer air was humid, and her sundress crunched up a bit as the boxes lay against her chest. Her heart dropped when Negan answered the door, quickly offering to take the heavy boxes from the girl. “Y/N? Shit- let me help you!” Negan seemed stunned, laying the boxes inside the house, wiping his hands on his jeans, and glancing over the younger woman.

She looked a little paler than the last time he’d seen her. Still beautiful as hell, though, he told his son Ben he scored well with her. When he met Y/N, he found her attractive and even found himself attracted to her. After his divorce, he did not date much. Y/N kept him entertained, though; they got along well. Negan had to bitch at Ben sometimes about how he would be, treat Y/N. He knew he raised him better than that, especially not to cheat on any woman. When Negan discovers the truth about what Ben did, he is boiling mad; he doesn’t do it to any woman.

He did it to Y/N.

Negan cared about Y/N. Maybe too much for her to have dated his son, but he knows she deserves to be treated like the only woman in the world. Negan almost could have beaten his son’s ass, nearly not allowing him to stay in his home, but he was his son after all. Ben tried to devise excuses, even throwing the blame on Y/N. Trying to say that she never wanted anything to do with him anymore, and no matter what, Negan was not buying it. He gave his son hell almost every day; if he was going to stay with him, he was going to keep doing it, too.

“Negan, Hi—is Ben here? He said he would be in to get the rest of his things.” Y/N asked, taking in all of Negan she could. He had a black button shirt with a few buttons open. The sleeves rolled up perfectly, revealing his tattoos. His darker jeans also complimented him. He looked so good in darker colors. Negan’s beard was whole again; he’d recently shaved it the last time she saw him.

She joked on how he looked better with a beard, he sure as hell did.

Negan looked confused, knowing his son went on with his friends for the night since he had been staying there. Y/N noticed the look in his eyes, and sighing, she rolled her eyes in pure annoyance. She should have fucking guessed. “He isn’t here, is he? Not too brave enough to face me?” Y/N scoffed, soon relaxing. She was talking about this man’s son, “Fuck- sorry, I shouldn’t say things like that around you.” Negan laughed, shaking his head, moving to the side, offering her to come in with his hands.

“Guess he is, sweetheart. He told me you weren’t coming until tomorrow.” Negan informed. Y/N hesitated for a moment to step in. Maybe it was an awful idea… an awful good idea.

The younger woman stepped in. He shut the door behind her. She noticed his half-whiskey glass resting on the staircase pole as he reached for it. “Come into the kitchen, sweetheart. We can chat for a bit before you go.” Negan’s offer was music to her ears. She shouldn’t want this, but she was not about to miss this opportunity.

She entered the kitchten, which Negan pulled out a half-full bottle of his whiskey. Y/N snickerd in return to his gesture as he pulled out a second glass. “I have to drive back home y’know?” Y/N lips curled, sitting at the counter across from him. Negan leaned against the counter facing her, pouring him a glass waiting on her approval do top hers.

“You could stay couple hours, doll. Hell, maybe Ben show up have your little confrontation.” Negan playfully lifted his eye brows with a wink which made Y/N giggle. She kept her eyes down for a moment feeling her face heat up, Y/N said fuck it and shook her glas for him to fill.

Taking a quick shot, Y/N stiffened from the bitter taste of the whiskey, the alcohol making her stomach instantly warm. “I'm taking it. That's been a rough couple of weeks?” Negan could tell the color in her eyes wasn't there anymore; her paler skin gave her away. She had been inside mostly. However, Negan, making her laugh, brought some of that color back, and he was starting to realize it. He knew he shouldn't have invited her in; she definitely shouldn't have decided to stay. Negan knew Ben would be out all night; he wouldn't come back.

Why the hell was Negan doing this? Why was he being this dumb for some chick?

“It has been a lot of back and forth.” Y/N sighed, sipping her drink, shaking the ice, “A lot of eye-opening moments, that's for sure.” Negan kept silent for a moment; he was mainly disappointed in himself. He should have been a better father to Ben and not spoiled him as much. Not giving him everything he wanted, Negan thought he was a good father—how Ben was made him question those thoughts. “I'm sorry for what happened; I thought I raised the boy better,” Negan confessed, downing his drink and shaking his head. He was disgusted by his son.

Y/N smiled at the older male, placing her hands on his, which made him twitch. Negan's eyes stayed connected to hers, and their breathing almost matched. “I hope you don't blame yourself for the way Ben is; it's not your fault.” Hearing her say that made part of him feel warm inside like she was telling the truth. Another part kept telling him that he could have done something.

“You cant make a person, Negan. Kids have to grow up, you men take forever doing that.” Y/N joked, rolling her eyes playfully pouring herself another glass. Negan chuckled at her words, watching her actions. Anything this woman did could make him hard, the way she moved the way she talked made him crave her more.

Maybe he was the wrong person, too, after all? Wanting to do this to his son's ex-girlfriend. Negan wanted to try and make her his, call her mine, make everything better for her, and treat her better.

A couple of hours later, the bottle and a box of crackers were nearly empty, which they opened up mid-conversation. They were now sitting at the kitchen counter beside each other, laughing and cracking up about the most random things. Negan and Y/N talked about many things throughout a couple of hours of her stay, from the relationship with Ben to old memories of themselves. Negan loved seeing Y/N being happy; he knew she had not had that in a while.

Maybe he could fix things after all, better for him.

Y/N felt tipsy; she felt good on the inside, like an itchy bubble inside of her. She knew she could be drinking more, but she had to stop, knowing she would head home later that night; Y/N couldn't stay here. She couldn't let her thoughts win. She'd catch herself while they talked, her eyes moving to his lips and his hands grazing her. She'd even catch Negan’s eyes lingering; maybe it was the liquor talking, but maybe Negan felt something for her.

The tension felt higher in the room as if it was closing in on them. Y/N has had this feeling before with him; being alone with him sometimes made her feel claustrophobic. Right now, the room felt more closed in than ever, the conversation taking turns at times.

“We have been talking for hours, sweetheart.” Negan glanced over at the time on the oven. It had to be close to three hours of them talking and rambling on and on. Y/N could not believe how fast time flew, she had so much fun just talking to Negan.

Maybe she had just been lonley, maybe they both have been.

“I hope I didn't keep you from anything. I can go here soon; I should be sobered up.” Y/N started to get up. Negan grabbed her wrist gently, still startling Y/N. Her eyes met his, and he stood slightly to reach her sti, keeping his distance and removing his hand. “Fuck- I didn't mean- I shouldn't have done it that way, Y/N.” Negan slurred his words, stumbling to make a sentence. He acted like some high schooler trying to ask out a girl for the first time.

His words confused Y/N; her eyebrows furrowed, and his touch sent goosebumps down her spine. It was so quick that she ached for more. “What I am trying to say, sweetheart, is you can stay a little longer.” His words almost sounded sinister, and the look in his eyes darkened.

This is it; she should run now. Y/N knew a mistake was going to happen, but it felt so good despite the bad feelings.

“I guess I could if I'm not intruding,” Y/N gently sat back down, her words more suggestive than before. Her eyes showed hope in it, something darker… sinful. Negan's lips curled up into a smirk, his eyes scanned over her body. Y/N kept her posture and head up. She seemed confident that the nerves screaming inside her were not showing on the outside. “You’re keeping a good ole man company, doll. No harm done.” Negan tried to persuade Y/N that these were all innocent acts and friendly conversations. That's what it always had been; it had to stay that way.

“No harm done,” Y/N repeated, taking a deep breath in her eyes, which never left Negan’s face. His eyes could slowly eat her alive; the way he was looking at her made Y/N feel exposed. Negan moved his hands underneath the stool she sat on, pulling her closer to him, which made Y/N gasp, letting her eyes trail down to his lips to his hazel eyes again. Maybe it was the drinks they had; perhaps this was all going to happen anyway, but Y/N was realizing slowly her sinful fantasies of Negan were coming true.

“Since you're staying longer, sweetheart, how about we play a game?” Negan implied, his head tilted in curiosity at her reply. He was steadily getting closer to her lips by the second. Y/N kept her eye contact through her long lashes. She could feel sweat forming on her forehead. “What-what kind of game?” Y/N questioned, her throat started to tighten.

In an instant, Negan pulled back, clapping his hands together playfully. “A drinking game!” Y/N felt like the trance she was in was broken. She barely saw Negan head back over to his liquor cabinet, pulling out a few small Jack Daniel shots.

What kind of other game was Negan playing with her? He had to be teasing her now.

Negan laid the smaller shots down before them, sitting beside her again. “How are we gonna play this little game of yours?” Y/N teasingly asked, following his actions, unscrewing one of the shots. “I know you played this little game in college; never have I Ever?” Y/N's eyebrows furrowed; why would Negan want to play this? Y/N giggled at Negan’s game of choice; why was this turning her on?

“Why in the hell would we play that, huh?” Y/N questioned; Negan’s face seemed serious, pushing his chair closer to her. She gulped a bit, scanning over the older man. His eyes seemed glossier than before, still having the golden brown tint she'd always loved.

Just like Ben’s… fuck Ben—

why should she care?

“I think there are some things we wanna know about each other, hun,” Negan acknowledged, shooting her a playful wink. She squirmed a bit, which made Negan laugh to himself- he loved it. Teasing her, maybe that’s what he should do after the past couple of years. Teasing him at times, Negan was reading her like a book now. “If you’ve done it, you sip your shot,” Negan clarified the rules, which he knew Y/N probably knew.

“Since it was your idea, you start us of Negan.” Y/N loosened up in her seat, smirking his way. Negan's eyes sparkled like a light bulb going off. “Never have I ever…” Negan pondered momentarily, rubbing the scruff on his face, “Never have I ever dated someone older than me.” Y/N's lips pierced, taking the shot between her lips. Ben was a year younger than her; maybe that was her mistake dating someone younger. She dated someone five years older than her before, and Y/N was usually attracted to older men.

Y/N shivered, taking a deep breath and shaking it off quickly. “Who knows, I might go back to the older men.” Y/N flirted, her foot grazing Negan's ankle, and pulled back to make it seem like an accident. “Seem to take care of you better, doll? May cause more bad than good for you; some of those older men are creeps.” Negan implied, smirking as his hands crept closer to where he rested.

The tension was making the room warmer, but her body felt cold. “I'm guessing it's my turn.” Y/N pushed her hands away from the counter, the tension growing in the room. Negan was even shifting in his seat, which had Y/N fighting back a smile. “Never have I ever cheated on someone.” She was curious to see.

“You're a funny one, sweetheart.” Negan divulged, letting out a laugh. I've never cheated, not even once, but my wife did.” Y/N was taken aback, having a sense of guilt bringing it up. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean-” Negan stopped her, shaking her head with a smile. “Its not big deal, Y/N. I can't believe after some of our conversations it hasn't came up. Or even Ben saying anything to you.”

When Ben started dating Y/N, his mom had already left, but Ben never said why. Of course, she wouldn't ask Negan why she left. “Ive always still wondered if Ben is on her side.” Negan confided, taking his shot letting his emotions run. Y/N listened to him even if Ben was, they were both in the wrong.

“I was spending more time with work than her…are family.” Negan sighed, cracking another one and setting it to the side. Y/N felt bad for him, she knew no matter what she didn't need to cheat. “Thats still no excuse, Negan. She could have talked to you.” Y/N gave her words of wisdom, letting her hand rest on his arm. His pulse quickened to her touch, Y/N’s eyes were calling him.

Negan felt that… this was going to be bad.

“We both still have a shot.” Negan gestured to the full Jack Daniel shots; his lips curled like he had a motive. “Hit me with a good one,” Y/N had her shot ready in hand and her smirk. Negan had to throw her off, make her squirm again, and get her exactly how he wanted her.

“Never have I ever wanted one of my ex’s parents.” Negan was blunt watching Y/N’s confidence drop. Her face reddened; the grip on her shot could have almost shattered it. It was silent; the air thickened his body, growing close to her. Y/N felt glued to her seat, her gaze fixated fully on him.

“I don't—I don't… I can't answer that.”

Negan laughter was darker and more profound, deep, which scared her and turned her on. “You don't have to answer, princess. Just take the shot if it's true.” Negan gestured to her shot in hand, patiently waiting. Y/N kept her looks on Negan, taking the shot down while her eyes never left. While slamming the empty bottle down, Negan’s lips parted, pushing himself onto her. His hands wrapped around her cheeks, and he slammed his lips onto hers. They both tasking the whiskey on their lips, mixed with Y/N’s lipgloss.

She tasted as sweet as he thought.

Y/N moaned at the contact, keeping her lips moving with his, his fingers gripping her hair, making her gasp. His tongue grazed her bottom lip, meeting her own. She pulled away, out of breath, the guilt rushing over her. “We can’t do this, Negan.” Y/N tried to catch her breath, the alcohol starting to take some effect, “I need to go home.” Y/N stood up, feeling the room spin because of how quickly she stood from her seat.

Negan grabbed her wrist, twisting her around, which made her whimper as his nose rested on hers. Y/N's eyes stayed parted, fighting back the urge she craved.

“Don’t go—you can’t go,” Negan begged, his hands trailing up her arms slowly, feeling her goosebumps form. He sounded desperate. “No matter what you want, sweetheart, please stay in the guest room.”

“It’s bad what I want,” Y/N admitted, her eyes closed and her legs like jello. “It feels good, though, right?” Negan teased, making everything much more dangerous. He chuckled as his hands made it to her neck, wrapping both larger hands around, which made Y/N whimper. “Admit it, baby. It’s gone too far now to go running.”

Baby.. fuck.

Everything suddenly was forgotten. Just this moment was all that mattered. None of the aftermath mattered; they both knew what they wanted.

Negan grabbed her waist, picked her up swiftly, sitting her on the counter. His lips brush down the veins of her neck. She was having his hand wrapped around her throat, slamming her lips onto his. Y/N lips were hungry, moving in sync with her hands resting on both sides of his face. He kept his lips moving with hers; whimpers and moans filled the room from both. Her hands flew to his black button-up, popping them open.

Sneaking her hands down into his half-opened shirt, Negan got chills from her touch, feeling her excellent warm hands.

He dreamed of this moment.

“You drive me insane,” Negan growled, his hands trailing up her dress, squeezing her hips roughly. Y/N squirmed from the contact, gasping out, his other hand taking her face, her cheeks squished between them. When she met Negan's gaze, his eyes were darker and filled with all his sinister thoughts about her.

“I don't know what you're talking about.” Y/N innocently batted her eyelashes, and a smirk grew on her face, which didn't last long when Negan pushed her back on the cold counter. Y/N couldn't see him anymore, only feel his hands pulling down the panties she had on. Negan chuckled, placing kisses on her thigh. His palms were rough as they moved across her bare legs tracing small circles back up to her bare cunt. Y/N wanted to close her thighs together, so she cried out, having Negan’s hands squeezing her thighs open.

“If it's so bad, why does it feel so good?” Negan questioned her and himself. “It feels so wrong but right,” Y/N confessed, trying to catch her breath. She could feel his breath down her thighs, getting closer to her aching clit. Y/N tossed her head back in pleasure, her hands running through his hair.

“Fuck, I didn’t expect you to be this wet baby,” Negan whispered as his fingers went through her wet folds, having her squirm. “Please,” Y/N begged, the ache in her voice showing how much she wanted it. Negan was enjoying every second of it, too; he knew he might never have her again.

He was going to make the best of it.

“Tell me what you want; I feel like I know.” Negan blew air onto her clit, making her gasp and pulling on his hair which made him growl. His nails dug into her hips, pulling her closer, giving one sharp lick up her pussy.

“I want you, Negan, please.” Y/N sounded so needy; she had never wanted anyone like this before. “My son didn’t take care of ya?” Negan inquired casually, giving her wet folds a lick along, running his fingers around, “That’s a shame, doll; I guess I’ll have to.”

Hearing him mention Ben, she came back to reality for a moment. How could all this go? No matter what, even if she stopped now, it would end badly even if this never happened again.

“Negan, I-“

He cut her off by entirely going down on her. Negan was eating her out like a hungry animal. Y/N’s eyes rolled back, and she could see stars. She was a moaning mess, her thighs squeezed around his head. Y/N had her legs wrapped around him, pushing his head deeper into her. “I love to hear your little whimpers and moans, baby,” Negan admitted. She could feel the pit in her stomach grow.

Y/N’s toes curled, feeling her stomach tighten with his movements. “Negan- I’m close.” Y/N rose slightly from the counter to watch Negan, who instantly met her gaze. “Yeah, sweetheart?” Negan continued as he slowed down to look at Y/N, two of his fingers sliding easily into her cunt. Y/N almost couldn’t hold herself up anymore, feeling her walls closing around his thick fingers. Y/N felt her legs shaking, her back arching off the counter, coming around Negan’s face.

Negan grabbed her by the waist, pulled her up, and placed small kisses on her neck. “Wrap around me," he commanded. She trusted him, having her legs around him. Negan had his hands around her, playfully squeezing them, taking her off the counter to his room. His lips moved in sync with Y/N busting through his bedroom door, throwing her onto the bed.

She had never been in his room; it was so plain it suited him well. Negan had now removed his shirt, her hands exploring his inked body. Y/N pulled at his belt buckle, which made him smirk at her desire. His pants lowered, and he reached beneath her dress for the feel of warmth between her legs. Y/N’s panties were in the kitchen still; his member teased her entrance.

“I want you, I want you mine.” Y/N gasped as he entered her, his words having her head spinning; Negan's thrusts were rough, throwing one of her legs over his shoulder and going deeper in her. Their sweaty bodies collided as her fucked her deep into the mattress; Y/N’s nails dug into his back, making him groan. “Havin’ an old man work for it, huh?” Negan playfully teased, his breathing increasing with his pace, “You’d rather fuck Ben’s old man instead of him, huh?”

Y/N could only whimper; how could she even answer that? Why was this turning her on more? Negan slapped her ass, “Answer me, baby. You like being a little slut, huh? Daddys little slut.”

“Fuck.” What in the world has gotten into Negan? His words were so dirty and wrong, but fuck, she loved it.

“Yes- I do.”

Usually, sex with Ben wasn’t adventurous. If that’s what you’d call it. It was mostly the same each time; it was getting old. No one had given her this rush time before, even before Ben. “Look at me,” Negan insisted, holding her by the neck. Their eyes stayed on each other as he fucked her tight cunt, “I want you to come for me, baby, and I am gonna come with you.”

His pace was sloppier; feeling her wet walls squeeze his member was making him closer by the second. “I’m coming, Daddy.” Negan knew he didn’t want this to end; he wanted more each day like she was a drug to him, his little drug that he wanted to be high on each day.

He knew this was only the beginning.

The following day, Y/N’s head felt heavy. The mattress beneath her seemed softer, and the room was brighter. She gasped, jerking herself up, realizing she wasn’t in her room or her home.

All the memories of last night flooded her head, she kept the sheets clinched to her bare body. “Sleeping beauty is finally awake!” Negan chirped, having a cup of coffee in his hand and handing it over to her. Y/N almost felt ashamed and embarrassed to be naked in front of him. She shouldn’t be after last night…

“Need any medicine?” Negan asked, sitting on the foot of the bed, his eyes trying to search what she was feeling. “I’m okay, thank you.” Y/N smiled, trying to gather her thoughts together. “We uh- we shouldn’t have taken it to that level, Negan,” Y/N admitted that she knew no matter how much she wanted it again, they didn’t need to.

It couldn’t happen.

“You’re saying you regret it, darling?” Negan knew her answer with a smirk plastered on his face. He stood up, getting near her again, feeling the thick air.

It was just like a cycle.

Negan’s lips brushed against hers, leaning himself on the bed she laid in. Y/N's mouth parted, trying to find the urge to speak. “N-no, I don’t.” Y/N knew she couldn’t lie to Negan; her fist dug deeper into the silk sheets. He drawled a breath in, letting out a slight laugh, pulling back from her, playfully patting her cheek.

In a moment of being stunned, she watched Negan causally getting ready to leave the room again. “How about you come down for breakfast?” Negan urged with a welcoming smile, with glasses resting on his nose and plaid pants. He stopped in his tracks, turning around on his heels.

THE PERFECT WOMAN

Summary: (Based on the book You Shouldn’t Have Come Here by Jeneva Rose) Y/N is a city girl who grew up in the city all her life. When she takes a vacation and stays in an Airbnb hosted by a stranger, Negan Smith, things become heated. During her stay, many secrets unfold from both the city girl and the countryman.

Warnings: 18+!, smut!, kinda perv! negan smith!, age gap relations (reader is in later 20s, Negan is in 40s!), stalker vibes!, murders!, mentions of cheating!, southern accents!, mentions of Lucille!, death, mentions of death!, mentions of sanity!, daddy kink!, spanking!, choking!, dom negan!, obsession!, toxic relations!, darker themes!, oral sex!, peer pressure!, reader has hair and is girly!, mentions of death!, praise kink!, mentions of murder!, blood descriptions!, reader is a city girl!, sub reader!, sexual tension!, family trauma!, drinking!, pet names!, cock worship!, body worship!, use of word slut!, third pov, and not fully edited! - warnings will be different each chapter (warnings may be added)

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SOUTHSIDE GIRL

Summary: based on the theme around the tv show Shameless. Y/N lived in the southside of Chicago all her life with her three other siblings she basically is raising. Getting out finding a nice steady job for once, her boss Negan Smith seems more than happy to treat her like a queen.

Warnings: 18+, smut, major shameless vibes!- I mean if you watch shameless you know, lower income households!, mentions of smoking!, rich Negan!, reader has three siblings!, daddy issues, small daddy kink!, slight mommy issues!, cursing, praise kink!, drinking!, anger issues!, dom negan!, lower income neighborhood!, rough sex!, major family issues!, semi-public sex!,jealous tendencies!,age gap!, cursing, and not fully edited.

A/N: thank you all for 275 followers!! I haven’t been doing this too long and getting support and the love is honestly appreciated!! I am currently working on drafts with the yearly vacation! I lost inspiration for a bit but it’s coming back thankfully!! Now, this is FULLY based around shameless tv show- which I’m currently rewatching! This honestly could be a series

The club was unbelievably loud.

Y/N and Valerie had just left the dimly lit bar and entered the pulsating crowd to join the dance floor. The two had met a couple of years ago in the bustling city of Chicago and had quickly become inseparable best friends. Valerie had been out in the town when she stumbled upon Y/N at a bar, and they hit it off immediately. Despite living on opposite sides of town, Y/N was on the south side of town.

Her life was different.

Valerie and Y/N had been at the club for a few hours. They had been sipping on drinks and swaying to the music on the dance floor, surrounded by a crowd. Y/N had a smoke break, and Valerie finally returned to the dance floor as they danced together. "I noticed that man was eyeing you at the bar earlier," Y/N responded with a smile. Valerie playfully rolled her eyes, "Don't worry, I won't leave you alone. I know plenty of men have been checking you out all night."

Y/N laughed, rolling her eyes playfully. “None on my eyes, though,” Y/N admitted; she was perfectly fine. Usually, they just turned into one-night stands or a fling relationship for a while. “Come on, let's get a drink and sit down for a bit, yeah?” Valrie implied, fixing her heels while the girls walked their way back to the bar, “these fucking heels are killin’ me.”

Y/N couldn't help but laugh as she took a seat beside her friend at the bar. The ambiance was lively, and the bartender greeted them with a warm smile. "What can I get you two lovely ladies?" he asked, his hands resting in front of them on the bar. Valerie, with a playful wink, ordered two vodka shots and two spiked lemonades, handing him the cash and telling him to keep the change. The clinking of glasses, the buzz of conversation, and the soft glow of the dimly lit bar all added to the atmosphere.

Y/N scanned the dimly lit bar, her gaze was drawn to an older, yet undeniably attractive man a few feet away. Leaning casually on the bar, he held a glass of what appeared to be whiskey and his eyes were fixed on her. Despite the distance between them, his gaze was intense and impossible to ignore. Y/N's lips curved into a subtle smile as she turned back to Valerie, who was already gushing with excitement. "He just gave us another round of shots for free!" Valerie squealed, placing two shots in front of Y/N along with her drink.

Y/N gestured to the numerous drinks placed in front of them. “Yeah, no more drinks for me after this." Valerie snorted and responded, "Free shots are free shots, girl!" She quickly grabbed her shot and brought it to her lips, handing Y/N's over to her to take together. The shot was bitter; it made her throat tighten. She sipped her spiked drink a bit, grimacing at the shot, shaking it off rather quickly.

As Y/N and Valerie were enjoying their drinks at the bar, a young man with his eyes on Valerie approached them. He seemed to be around the same age as them, and his charming appearance caught Y/N's attention. He had a drink in his hand and appeared quite confident. Judging by Valerie's body language, it was clear that she was interested in him as well.

"Hey," He spoke to Valerie with a smile. "I was wondering if you'd like to dance with me for a bit?"

Valerie was hesitant to let herself go, but Y/N reassured her with a nod. "I'll be fine at the bar. Go, babe," Y/N reassured her with a confident smile before Valerie took the man's hand beside her and began a conversation. Y/N watched as they made their way to the dance floor, getting lost in the crowd. Suddenly, Y/N felt a presence near her and heard a deep voice she didn't recognize.

“Can I buy you a drink sweetheart?”

Y/N's focus was drawn to the rugged-looking man across the bar, who had caught her attention earlier. He was a middle-aged man, clad in a leather jacket that seemed to fit him perfectly. As she took a closer look at him, she couldn't help but notice his rough facial hair. What particularly caught her eye, however, were the intricate tattoos that adorned his hands, stretching up his arms and disappearing under his jacket. Suddenly, he saw her gaze, and with a charming smile, he signaled the bartender to bring them another round of drinks.

Y/N flashed the man a warm smile, finishing the last sip of her drink. "Who says I want a drink from you?" she asked, a playful smirk on her lips. Despite knowing she should not be attracted to this mysterious man, Y/N was drawn to his dark chuckle and intense gaze as they locked eyes. As the bartender placed their drinks in front of them, the man spoke up. "I thought you might like some company. I've been watching you all night," he admitted, picking up his drink.

Y/N scoffed out playfully, her eyes rolling with a smile. “Oh, don't be a stalker. It isn't sexy.” Y/N playfully teased the man, who gave her a warm laugh. “I thought you women liked it when we were stalkierish.” Y/N knew she was blushing like crazy, she hoped the night club lights covered up her reddened face.

“Negan.” The man held his hand out for her to shake, which made her laugh; she couldn't stop laughing with him. “Y/N, you're an oddball, aren't ya?” Y/N teased, sipping her drink and leaning against the bar resting in her chair.

“Maybe so, sweetheart. Only one way to find out: stay talkin’ to me.” Negan smile was even drawing her in; she knew this could be a bad idea. Y/N's lips pierced; she did not want to stop talking to him, but a small voice inside her head was telling her to stop. “Let's see if you can keep my attention, Negan.” Y/N eyes were eating this man alive, and he saw right through her. The older male chucked, sipping his drink.

“You from here?” Negan wondered, his eyes trailing down her body. He'd been watching her for weeks, the only woman that ever caught his attention in this place. “Southside,” Y/N admitted she was never ashamed of who she was. “Southside girl, huh?” Negan's voice was playful, his smirk still plastered on his face, “All you south side girls crazy?”

Y/N snickered at his comment, shrugging and finishing the rest of her drink. “We are bat shit crazy.” Y/N teased him once more, and she couldn't help but flirt with this man. “I think I can manage with that.” Negan gestured to her empty drink, “Want another one, sweetheart?”

Y/N nodded, continuing to talk to Negan. They shared stories and experiences that they would never have revealed to anyone, but in that moment, they felt safe enough to confide in each other. The connection they formed was quick to create, and they both knew that this conversation would stay with them for a long time.

Negan was a successful executive who held a position of authority at a prominent company in the bustling city. Having recently gone through a divorce with no children, he confided in Y/N that his dedication to his work had taken precedence over his relationship with his former partner. Despite his busy schedule, Negan frequently visited the local club with a few of his close poker buddies, hoping to meet new people.

Amongst all the women he had met, Y/N was the only one who caught his attention. As the night progressed, Y/N opened up to Negan about her new job that she recently just got. How she and Val were celebrating, and she started the next day. Y/N needed this job desperately, even expressing some to Negan.

Despite her usually reserved nature, Y/N found herself opening up to Negan and sharing more about her life with him.

“Shit, your parents are dicks no offense sweetheart.” Negan and Y/N were on their fourth drink, Y/N even snorted at his comment not even disapproving of his comment. Her father was in and out of the house, the neighborhood drunk. Her mother went insane taking off when Y/N was young. She barley told anyone about them, how she was at home even still with her siblings.

“I don't take any offense, trust me.” Y/N knew she was feeling the liquor. She felt like her and Negan could continue talking for hours. Valerie was the only thing that helped Y/N return to reality and down to where time existed.

Valerie and the man who offered her dance had been dancing for an hour, which surprised Y/N how long she had been talking to Negan. “We were going to party a bit more; you good?” Valerie asked her best friend, her eyes shifting between the two with a smirk.

“I think I can manage.”

The two were left alone again; Y/N hated how she wanted to throw herself onto this man already. Hell- that's what most of her one-night stands were. Most of them even have this much talking. Y/N figured this was how the night would end. He would be deep inside of her, pounding her, not that she is complaining.

Y/N's hand was resting on Negan's, and as they locked eyes, chills ran down his spine. He felt his eyes darken with desire, even though he knew he shouldn't be feeling this way about a younger woman like her. "I may be coming on too strong," she spoke out, her grip on his hand tightening. "But we could go off somewhere, too." Her voice was low and husky, sending shivers down his spine. Negan could feel the heat rising between them, and he knew he had a decision to make.

For the past month, he had been frequently visiting this place, but it wasn't until he saw her that he felt truly captivated. Every time she hit the dance floor with her friend, he couldn't help but watch her every move. There was something about her that seemed to radiate an aura of energy and joy, making her stand out from the crowd. Eventually, the moment he saw her alone, he knew he had to make his move and approach her.

He knew she was just different.

The silence sitting thick between the two was suffocating. Y/N and Negan were standing face to face, their eyes locked in a heated gaze. Y/N was well aware of the fact that what she was about to do was not the best decision, but her eagerness got the best of her. Negan, on the other hand, knew that he shouldn't be doing this, but he couldn't resist the grip of Y/N's hands.

Suddenly, Y/N broke the intense silence between them, "I'm gonna go use the little girls' room, wanna make sure no one messes with me?" She pouted her lip, playfully begging Negan with her eyes. Negan's lips curled up in amusement as he saw right through her playful act.

“Lead the way, sweetheart.”

Hand in hand, going through the crowd, they headed off to the bathroom, which Y/N barely saw empty, but this time, they both were lucky with no line to the toilet. Down the hallway, the music silenced; before Y/N could entirely turn around, his lips were against hers as soon as the guilt hit her. Y/N could barely take her next breath and forced her into the bathroom room behind her. He quickly twisted the lock, having Y/N against the door wrapped around his body. He had his hands roaming her body like he had been wanting her for months. She could not say much with how her hands were all in his hair, roaming her nails down his clothed back.

Y/N felt the dress that hugged her thighs trail up along with his hands, squeezing her thighs roughly. The pain mixed with pleasure made her moan into his kiss, his lips resisting to move from hers. Negan had her quickly near the nearest wall, still having him wrapped around him in his lap. Y/N could already feel his thick cock pressing against his core; she reached into his pants to unzip them. Began stopped her hand for a moment, finally meeting her eyes.

Her face flustered, still the prettiest woman he'd ever met. “You did somethin’ like this for?” means words rolled off his tongue, and his eyes were darker and filled with lust. “I don't think that's any of your business, old man.” Y/N teased, getting a chuckle from Negan, squeezing her sides that tickled her slightly.

“Enough with the questions, fuck me.”

“Oh, you naughty girl,” Negan lip rubbed up her cheek, then teased her neck with tiny kisses. Y/N’s head laid back, giving Negan full access to her. Negan placed her hand on the palm of his jeans, letting her unzip his pants, “fucking a stranger In a bathroom. You little slut.”

Y/N whimpered, pulling out his thick cock as his jeans hit the floor along with his underwear. Negan’s fingers work expertly to her drenched cunt, pushing her underwear aside. He then let two of his fingers easily slide inside her wet cunt. “Shit girl, you’re still so fuckin’ tight.” He growls against her lips, Y/N tasting the alcohol on him, gripping his neck, letting his lips move against hers again.

Negan slipped his fingers away just when her orgasm was coming, she growled underneath her breath from the loss of touch. His cock teased her folds, moving to her entrance. His hands dug into her thighs, and she knew that she'd have bruises. “Please, fuck me,” Y/N begged him.

Both groaned aloud as she sank over Negan’s length, stretching her walls. He rocks you in her lap, thumb against her clit. Whimpering, Y/N nibbled on her bottom lip as he fucked her up into her against the wall. She held onto his neck for support, his hands covering her mouth. Negan groaned slightly into her neck; she felt his thrust get sloppier by the second.

They both stopped suddenly; Y/N felt her stomach drop, hearing the muffled music outside the bathroom. The door handles jiggle. Both looked at the door; Negan continued his thrust, getting deeper inside of her. Y/N moaned against his hand that still rested on her mouth, her eyes rolling to the back of her head.

“Fuck off!”

Y/N couldn't help but let out a laugh which Negan shared with her continuing his thrust, holding her now by the jaw and continuing to fuck her.

“Oh god— oh god—”

“Yeah, baby girl, that’s it,” Negan whispers huskily into her ear. His pace magnifies, thrusting up into her so hard that he can also make her scream. It was thick and hot, and Y/N could feel sweat all over her. “Good fuckin’ girl, that’s it; come round Daddy’s cock nice and hard.” Y/N soon slumped in his lap, uneven breaths rattling in both of their throats, feeling Negan come inside of her, her nails dug into the back of his neck, pulling his curls. Negan’s hands continued to roam her thighs, the words sending her over with her orgasm.

Both quickly cleaned up; Y/N wiped the running mascara down her face, trying to straighten up her dress. “After that, I think I need to ya again.” Negan laughed, pulling her to him and getting himself back dressed. “I am not a normal girl, Negan.” Y/N tried to tell him warmly how she felt, “I'd love to see you again, but I think I'd have you running off in a heartbeat.”

Negan kissed her cheek, and a smirk widened across his lips. “Don't worry, sweetheart; I think you'll see me again.” He left her in the bathroom alone. Y/N finally let herself come back down to earth, breathing and looking into the mirror.

She definitely was a different girl.

Y/N didn't even have time to think about last night.

“You guys, the bus leaves at 7:10AM sharp, let's go!" Y/N frantically yelled. Her little sister, Hannah, was brushing her teeth beside her, while her twin brother, Hayden, was still in his underwear, refusing to put on his pants. Y/N tried to reason with Hayden, "Hayden, pants now!" Meanwhile, Kevin, their other brother, was chasing after Hayden, causing chaos in the house. Y/N had to be careful not to get knocked down by the running boys as she grabbed clothes from the bathroom hamper.

Y/N couldn't resist a small smile as she made her way down the stairs, the sound of her sibling's roughhousing filling the air. "Boys please!" she called out, her voice firm but gentle as she attempted to restore some order in the chaotic household. With a bundle of clothes in her arms, she continued on to the laundry room, hoping to get the chore done without any further interruptions.

Her life was definitely different.

Y/N did a lot for her siblings, maybe too much. But her parents weren't around to help. Since Y/N could remember, it had always been like this.

Y/N, a woman in her twenties, was the eldest among her siblings. She assumed the role of taking care of her younger brothers and sisters. Her siblings were everything to her.

Hannah and Hayden are identical twins; both just started the sixth grade. Y/N had some help from their other brother, Kevin. Kevin was 15 years old; he was such a bright kid.

After struggling with the washing machine, she had breakfast already prepared for them, with eggs and toast neatly arranged on the kitchen counter. The bags containing their lunches were already packed and waiting for them, wrapped in brown bags.

Y/N was in the kitchen, cleaning the dishes and exchanging greetings with her siblings. As she worked, she could hear the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs. It was Kevin, her brother, who walked in and grabbed a couple of clean glasses from the cabinet. "Everything's ready to go, try to eat up quickly," Y/N said with a warm smile. Kevin poured himself and his siblings a glass of juice and then turned to Y/N.

“You're starting your new job today?" he asked with a curious look on his face. Y/N nodded, feeling a hint of nervousness in her voice. "Yeah, my shift is at 9 AM. Supper may be a little late tonight," she admitted. It had been a long time since she had worked a 9 to 5 job, and the thought of it made her feel a bit anxious. For the past few months, she had been doing odd jobs here and there to make ends meet.

Y/N got lucky with this job, she knew she could not fuck it up.

"Hey Kevin, do you think you could come up with a dinner?" Y/N requested as she looked at her brother hopefully. Kevin gave her a quick nod and patted her back, offering to help with the breakfast plates. "Go get ready for work, I've got this. Don't worry about dinner tonight," he reassured her. Kevin was proud of his sister for landing a job that made her so happy, and he was willing to take on multiple jobs to help pay the bills and support their family. He was glad to be able to contribute in any way he could, including taking care of their siblings.

"Thanks, alright you two I love you, have a good day." Y/N gave a quick hug to the younger twins, "I better not get any calls of any fires Hayden." She rubbed the top of her brothers head playfully messing up his hair. "No promises." Hayden playfully pushed his sister away with a laugh, holding his plate of breakfast.

Hannah, with a hint of anxiety in her voice, “Any news on dad?” They were all seated around the kitchen table, the smell of freshly brewed coffee filling the air. Y/N and Kevin exchanged a meaningful glance, and then Y/N turned to Hannah with a reassuring smile. "I have a feeling he'll be back home in a few days, Hannah," Y/N said in a gentle tone. "Val mentioned that she saw him at work last night at her bar, so he's probably just taking some time for himself."

Y/N had a heavy heart as she thought about her father. She knew that he was probably sleeping beneath a bridge with a terrible hangover, but despite this, he seemed invincible. Nothing could take him down. She had long stopped worrying about him and instead focused on taking care of herself and her siblings. She knew that their well-being was now solely in her hands, and the weight of that responsibility was heavy.

Y/N had a cup of coffee, heading upstairs to prepare for her first day at work; she finally had time to reflect last night. She and Valerie went out just to party at that nightclub just to celebrate her getting a new job, yet she ended up fucking someone in the bathroom.

A stranger.

Maybe this was not new to her, but she at least never had sex in public- not with a stranger. All she knew was his first name, Negan. All she could think about was his hands over her mouth, covering her whimpers from moaning his name. Y/N groaned to herself looking at herself in the mirror trying to get ready for the day.

She knew she couldn't fuck this job up, this was the best place she had her self yet. Y/N kept telling herself, not to fuck up.

The city was about 30 minutes out from the Southside, Y/N did it every weekend usually with Val. The city was always busy, no matter the time of day.

As Y/N got ready for work, she wore her office attire that Valerie had kindly lent her from the goodwill. After driving around for a while, she finally managed to find a parking space in the crowded parking garage. With her belongings in hand, she made her way to the elevator, ready to start her day. Y/N's office was located on the 12th floor, and she knew that she would have to start small. She wasn't even going to have her own office yet, and would spend most of her day sitting in front of a computer screen.

Y/N's heart was racing,she desperately needed the job, but she couldn't shake off the feeling that she didn't belong here. Growing up in the rough neighborhood of the southside, she was used to a completely different atmosphere. The thought of being surrounded by snooty, high-level executives made her feel even more out of place. She prayed that she would never have to go up there and face their judgmental eyes. Despite her nerves, she took a deep breath and walked into the building, hoping that she could prove herself.

Y/N walked into the building with nervous excitement. The woman at the front desk looked up and greeted her warmly. "Hi," Y/N said, "My name is Y/N L/N and I'm here for my first day. Tony told me to ask for him at the front desk." The older lady smiled and paged Tony through the intercom. Y/N knew Tony was the boss on the floor, and the Vice President of the company. She was sure it would be a while before she met the big boss, who probably wouldn't even give her the time of day. "He will be with you shortly, sweetheart. Please have a seat," the woman said, gesturing towards the chairs behind Y/N. Y/N sat down, her leg bouncing with anticipation.

Y/N’s thoughts wandered off to the man she met last night, Negan. His name echoed through her mind, refusing to leave her thoughts. She felt silly for constantly thinking about him, but the desire to talk to him again was overpowering. She despised how badly she wanted to bump into him at the bar again.

As Y/N walked into the office building, she felt a sense of excitement and nervousness. She had been eagerly waiting for this day for weeks, and now it was finally here. As she entered the reception area, a man approached her with a warm smile. It was Tony, the Vice President of the company, who looked like a kind and welcoming person. Tony greeted her, “Welcome Y/N!” Y/N returned with a smile and thanked him for the opportunity, feeling grateful for the warm welcome. Tony then led her through a long line of desks, where she saw people working diligently on their tasks. Some of them looked up to see her, but most of them were engrossed in their work. Y/N felt a sense of excitement and anticipation as she followed Tony.

Tony escorted Y/N to the elevator while explaining that she would mostly be working at her own desk. As they stepped into the elevator, Tony pressed the button to the top floor, leaving Y/N confused and with a twist in her stomach. “The big boss was wanting to meet ya.” Tony informed during the interview that she may never have the opportunity to meet him. The big boss was a mysterious figure who never came down from the top floor. Only Tony and the employees who worked on that floor had ever had the chance to meet him or even catch a glimpse of him.

“I-uh, May I ask why?” Y/N didn't want to seem rude, but she was nowhere ready to meet this man in this vast company, just some little employee. “Think he thought to be a perfect position for a job up there, wanted to talk to you.” Y/N's face widened, and she was utterly stunned when the elevator dinged; Tony escorted them off the elevator, going up to a woman at the front desk.

Y/N was nervous as she stood in front of Tony's office. She laughed nervously and shook her head when Tony suggested she meet Mr. Smith inside. "I- me? I don't think I am qualified for a place up here," she declared, her eyes falling to the younger woman at the desk. “He was pretty adamant about talking to you. Don't doubt yourself.” Tony quickly encouraged her, assuring her that Mr. Smith was interested in talking to her. After a moment of hesitation, Tony instructed the woman sitting at the desk to announce Y/N's arrival to Mr. Smith. The woman exited her seat and greeted Y/N with a warm smile.

“Ms. L/N follow me down this way.” The blonde lady gestured down the longer hallway leading to a tall black door. Y/N heels clicked along with the other ladies, she was beyond confused on why she was up here. She did not feel like she belonged where she was at right now. The lady opened the door for her to enter, Y/N watched behind her as she closed it turning to the man at the desk in the middle of the room.

“Are you fuckin’ with me right now?” Y/N couldn't help herself; she could not believe who sat at that desk. That smirk on his face grew, which drew her in the first place.

Negan was Mr. Smith.

The man from last night.

The man was her fucking boss, and she done fucked him in a night club bathroom.

“Language, is that any way to talk in front of your boss, sweetheart?” Negan questioned, teasing the younger woman. She scoffed with an eye roll, crossing her arms, clearly annoyed with the older male. “You knew, didn't you? The whole time- what, you just fuck all of your employees before they get on the job?” Y/N was furious; she felt like she was fuming. Negan, however, sat in his chair comfortablely with a playful smile and look.

“Wipe that smirk off your fuckin face! God, does it ever go away?” Y/N growled as Negan just chuckled at the younger woman. “You were right; you southside girls are crazy.” Negan stood from his chair, and his appearance was more formal than the last time she had seen him. She shouldn't still find this man attractive; she can not do this with him. But man, didn't he look good in a suit.

“I want to offer you a job up here, doll. I think you'd fit in well.” Negan offered to her, Y/N scoffed shaking her head. “I fit in? You have no idea who I am okay?” Y/N knew this would not be right for her, it felt she fucked her way to the top, “I just got here and your trying to put me up here with a bunch of snooty ass business women who if figured out I fucked you would leave nasty notes and trash on my desk til I quit.”

The young woman stood before Negan, her eyes meeting his as he regarded her with amusement. His gaze seemed to sparkle with a mischievous glow, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. Despite this, she found herself drawn to him, captivated by his magnetic presence. As he pierced his lips and gave her a slight nod, she could sense that he was lost in thought for a moment, considering something important.

"This isn't about that," he said, his voice softening as he moved closer to her. She could feel his breath on her cheek, and her heart began to race. "I'm trying to help you out, sweetheart. You would have your own office, your own space, and more pay. And let's not forget, I would be the one bossin' ya around, doll."

Negan's words were suggestive, and he winked at her with a devilish grin. The young woman tried to hold back a smile, but couldn't help feeling a twinge of anger towards him. It was a struggle for her to maintain her composure in front of him, her mind racing with conflicting emotions. Despite everything, she couldn't deny the attraction she felt towards him, even as she tried to resist his advances.

Negan towered over Y/N, his voice echoing in the quiet room. "Let me offer you this, sweetheart. Stay where you're at for a couple of weeks and see if you want to change your mind, that good?" His words hung in the air, heavy with tension as Y/N met his gaze. She found it difficult to breathe, watching his eyes grow darker by the second. Y/N simply gave him a quick nod, keeping her lips sealed tight. "I told you, doll, I'd see ya again," Negan joked, and Y/N couldn't help but burst out laughing, shaking her head at him. "Come on, you won't even let me take you out on one date?" he asked, a playful grin on his face.

“I can't date Negan; men don't want what my life is, Negan. My life is fuckin’ ridiculous,” Y/N admitted, “I'm still at home raising my siblings like they're my kids. My father, when he comes home, will sometimes be passed out in our kitchen or, even better yet, our fuckin’ yard.” Y/N’s life was nowhere like his life; she saw the tall buildings out behind him. The huge glass windows surrounded his office, which was huge and filled with books and awards.

“Look at your life and mine; it would never work.” Y/N was interested, but she could not bring herself to put himself in this life, her situation, “You could have anybody, Negan, to these people, I am just run down Southside chick.” Negan shook his head, disagreeing with the younger woman. “I don't think that, sweetheart,” Negan addmited, “You're different, that's for sure, but that's what drew me in.” Y/N’s eyes scanned over his for a moment, letting out a laugh rubbing her forehead.

“Fuck it.” Y/N lips instantly shot to his lips, catching him off guard for a moment. He pushed her back closer to his desk keeping his lips locked with hers.

"Sit your ass on my desk." He ordered as he pointed towards his deck. “Here, Now?” Y/N's voice cracked, her nerves settling in. “Don't make me ask again, doll.” Negan's voice was demanding. Y/N didn't question him, so she sat on the cold wood, chilling her spine.

Y/N’s free hand curled a finger into his belt loop and pulled him closer. She wrapped her legs around his hips, gently grinding into his significantly hardened cock in his black pants. “Shit, we need to be quick but not too quick, sweetheart,” he warned, tearing her wandering arm away from him and yanking it behind her back. She chuckled, gently wincing at the roughness, but it crumbled as soon as his lips found her neck.

Y/N’s back instinctively arched and rested on the desk underneath her. She kicked her head back a little to allow him access. Negan was greedy yet smooth, carefully working down to the low neck, ripping off her top. She let him pull her skirt down her hips, his satisfied smirk growing when her panties came into view. The thick pad of his finger found her clit through the thin fabric, slowly circling it. Her hips softly bucked in response as a cry ripped from her throat. Negan took the opportunity to latch onto her bare chest, teeth nipping at a mark he’d already planted.

“Fuck, you’re already so damn wet.” he panted, not wasting another second to slide her panties to the side and run his middle finger teasingly up her soaked cunt. He dipped his fingertip in, watching how she writhed at the sensation. “Fuck me, Negan, please,” Y/N begged, shoving her pride down her throat. He teased her folds with the tip of his dick, her back arching from the desk.

Everything necessary was not her right now; all she wanted was him. “Better fuck me before someone catches us.” Y/N pulled him back down into a kiss, which was rough and sloppy.

Negan snaked his hand to the back of her neck, pulling her deeper into the messy kiss. The feeling of his tongue on Y/N’s and his beard softly scratching her face made her whimper. His other went between her thighs, keeping them wide pushed his dick inside of her. She moaned against his mouth, steadying herself. “Negan,” Y/N’s knuckles turned white from how tightly she held onto his arms, gripping the other hand on the desk.

“Fuck,” Negan cursed when he felt how tight she was, practically squeezing around his cock. Both of them knew it wouldn’t last long, and if they kept knocking on the desk, the wall, and the volume, it would not be long til someone walked in. She could not get caught; they could not get caught.

Y/N would go down, and she would take this man down with her, but they were both consisting of adults. He hooked the backs of her legs underneath his arms and pounded into her, the angle hitting a spot that made her body go completely loose. Y/N’s head slid on the desk under the moans tumbled past her lips.

Negan's thrusts went deep and slowed down so subtly she almost didn’t notice.“That's it, let go, baby.” Negan’s voice rumbled in her ears, nearing a low growl. “You're gonna be mine, baby.” His voice sounded exhausted, chucking in her ear.

Y/N kept telling herself she would end up fucking this all up; she didn't expect to fuck her boss though. And him to actually wanna date her, stay with her. Her breathing was hard to catch up with, cupping his cheek and pulling him into a kiss.

“I'm yours.”

A DOLLHOUSE CHRISTMAS

Summary: Y/N’s family throws the annual Christmas party in the neighborhood each year. Y/N’s mother invites the neighbors and her friends, her dad invites his friends. Y/N though has a special relationship with one of her dad’s best friends.

Warnings: not fully edited, smut, age gap (reader is in her 20s and Negan is in his 40s), toxic parents, body shaming!, readers body is not fully described, higher class family!, mentions of rough sex, mentions of daddy issues, dirty talk, fluff, drinking, public sex! kind of!, bathroom sex!, mentions of cheating, mentions of divorce, and snooty! Parents..

A KINKMAS STORY

Hey girl, open the walls Play with your dolls We'll be a perfect family

"Y/N, we have to have the table set up!" Y/N heard her mother yell for the millionth time of the night, anxiously fixing her hair in the mirror. She knew her mother would beg for pictures and hang the pictures for only her family to see. Y/N's mother had to have everything perfect; she was a perfectionist. She groaned out, the bow in her hair straightened. She pulled her dress down, running to aide her mother. Y/N's mother shot her a smile; she did not know how fake it was while handing her a bunch of Christmas plates. "Sweetheart, please keep your head up and straight. Make sure everything is set up in the living room." She instructed her daughter. Y/N smiled, grabbing the plates to set up in the dining area. The dining area was decorated with Christmas decorations, and a peppermint scent filled the air. Y/N lit the candles around the table, setting each with a napkin wrapped in a perfect bow.

Y/N's parents made it seem they had the perfect family and that everything in their life was perfect. They had ideal jobs, the perfect house, and, of course, they had to have the perfect daughter. They had high goals for Y/N, wanting her to be just like them. Y/N was always forced to choose what to wear, what to do, and even what she could eat sometimes. They wanted everything perfect. When Y/N got out on her own, she got into a good college fully paid for by her parents, which may be the only good thing they ever did for her. She finally got to be away from her parents, but there was someone she missed from her past life back at home even more than her parents.

Her father's best friend, Negan Smith.

Negan Smith saw the family like all the neighborhood did: a perfect dollhouse family. Even though a few rumors spread about how Y/N's father would sneak around with women at his work during the late-night meetings. Negan never saw her parent's real actions; behind the scenes, they played out during parties. Negan moved into the neighborhood about a year ago, invited by Y/N's dad to a dinner party for their daughter's birthday. Negan gladly expected the invite; being a Bachelor and moving into a new town, he needed some new poker buddies.

You don't hear me when I say "Mom, please wake up Dad's with a slut"

Since that night, saw the talk of the neighborhood's daughter, the sweet, innocent angel everyone loved when she came home from college. Most of them watched her grow into a fine woman. Negan knew she was relatively younger than him; she could not be attracted to him like he was. Throughout that year, Negan came over for football games, drinking nights, poker nights, and parties. He got to know Y/N more when she was home.

A doorbell broke, and Y/N's trance Christmas music slightly filled her ears as her mother entered, turning on the radio outside the dining area. She could hear her mother's loud greets, her laughs that sounded more fake than the garland around the table.

Y/N sighed, trying to catch her breath. Her father came in, straightening his tie. "Your mother will want us by the main tree tonight for pictures." Her father eyed her, "You may need to dress a little more than that; I can't believe your mother has not said anything." Y/N's face was red, and she eyed her dress, which she thought was cute. Her best friend helped her for weeks to find the perfect dress; she thought her mother would either love it or hate it. She never said a word about it and probably has not even looked at her daughter fully tonight. And, of course, her father would go right and hit any confidence she had about the dress.

"Dad, the dress is literally hitting my knee." She snarled back, Y/N crossing her arms. "Whatever, guests are here. Just smile and keep your head up." He shot a quick smile, heading over to his wife and greeting his guests with her. Most carry plates of food or wines. Some had gifts in their hands, hanging their jackets at the front.

No one ever listens This wallpaper glistens Don't let them see what goes down in the kitchen

Y/N groaned, heading to the kitchen for a glass of wine, chugging a little over the sink. She sighed, drinking half of the glass, closing her eyes, and letting the red wine hit the back of her throat. "You starting to party early, sweetheart?" Y/N heard a deeper voice, making her jump. She turned her attention to the kitchen entrance, seeing Negan with a bottle of whiskey in hand, "If you need that, you may wanna start with this." He wiggled the bottle of Jack Daniel's; Y/N smiled as he joined her side, pouring them a glass.

Places, places Get in your places Throw on your dress and put on your doll faces Everyone thinks that we're perfect. Please don't let them look through the curtains.

"Already stressed about this party?" Negan questioned, handing her a glass. "You have no idea." She threw it back just like she would a shot at a party. Negan chuckled, sipping his a little as Y/N cringed more, hearing everyone enter the kitchen with them. Negan felt something off with her this time, more on edge. His face furrowed, watching her greet the guest with her parents.

Who showed her off like a grand prize, which might be good if they were doing it correctly. Negan watched from afar, starting to see a little bit behind the walls of the dollhouse.

D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E I see things that nobody else sees D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E I see things that nobody else sees

Y/N finally got around to all the guests, greeting them and helping her mother serve refreshments. She settled into the kitchen, getting herself a glass of champagne her parents only brought out during Christmas. She was lucky even to have a drink like her parents sometimes could.

Hey girl, look at my mom, she's got it going on

Ha, you're blinded by her jewelry.

When you turn your back she pulls out a flask

And forgets his infidelity.

Most of the time, her mother and father found themselves at the end of the bottle at night, excusing themselves from the party to go on about their other relationships outside that marriage. Y/N knew her parents had some open marriage, hiding it behind closed doors. She would try to ignore their actions.

Y/N knew if her mother’s image got ruined, her mother would be ruined. Y/N tried her best for parents, mostly just talking about her looks rather than her success in life. They showed her off like she was their possession; Y/N got tired of all the compliments and “Oh, how much you’ve grown.” For tonight.

Uh-oh, she's coming to the attic, plastic,

Go back to being plastic.

Y/N’s mother had guests getting around the dinner table for dinner. The younger woman sat beside Negan, who pulled a seat out for her; she couldn’t help but blush. Most people began fixing their plates and passing around plates to fix a perfect Christmas meal.

Y/N scooped up some mashed potatoes, hearing her mother chuckle. “Slow down, love; others do have to eat.” Her mother joked, slapping her playfully, sitting beside her; luckily, most people didn’t hear her mother’s rude comment. Y/N’s face, however, burned red, slamming them down beside her mother, catching a few eyes. Negan eyed the woman, and his face fell from her mother’s comment; how could any mother say that to her child?

No one never listens

This wallpaper glistens

One day they'll see what goes down in the kitchen

Y/N’s mother leaned over, whispering to her. “Are you trying to ruin Christmas?” She smiled, saying between her teeth, Negan knew the family could be complicated at times but didn’t know they were this hard on their daughter.

She was beautiful, she was brilliant, and nothing about her he saw had a flaw. Y/N seemed like a perfect daughter in his eyes, and they should treat her with more respect. Negan lips pierced, trying to keep his mouth shut, listening to her father ramble on about the latest football games. “No, Mother, may I be excused?” She turned her eyes, and she felt her face get hot, “I just need a moment.”

Places, places

Get in your places

Throw on your dress and put on your doll faces

“Whatever, dear, make sure to straighten up for pictures.” Her mother turned back into a conversation with her girlfriends, not even sitting or acknowledging her husband. Y/N knew her father would end up out with one of his women tonight, just like her mother may drink herself underneath the table while that happens.

Everyone thinks that we're perfect

Please don't let them look through the curtains

Picture, picture, smile for the picture

It was all too much, and the comments were too much. Y/N needed a break, taking a glass with her to the upstairs bathroom for peace. She barely wanted to eat anymore. Her mother ruined her appetite. Y/N clicked the bathroom door locked, breathing a sigh of relief, hearing faint waves of laughter downstairs. She knew her mother would not even miss her at the party for a while, and she hoped dinner would be done when she got back down. Y/N looked at herself in the mirror, and she felt like she looked her best.

D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E

I see things that nobody else sees

D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E

I see things that nobody else sees

What else could she do? Was something just wrong with her? Y/N heard a knock on the door sighing out, turning the sink on like she was washing her hands. “Be out in a minute!” Y/N dried her hands off, opening the door and revealing Negan. Who had a concerned look on his face? He leaned in the doorway, wearing a nice button-down with black jeans. Y/N knew she was attracted to him, but he was her father’s friend. One of her closest neighbors, he would be older than her. Her mouth parted, and she gasped at the sight of him.

“Can we talk?” He asked softly. Y/N held the door, looking around her in the larger bathroom. “In here?” She couldn’t help but smirk a little; Negan chuckled at the girl, shrugging. “I just wanted to check and see if you were good, doll.” Negan smiled, sending chills down her spine. She gripped the door, and she knew he must have overheard a few things. “I’m guessing you heard that.” Y/N's face was red, “They are different than you think.” Negan nodded, agreeing with the younger woman. He eyed her, wondering what could her parents see that was wrong. Her hair was perfect, halfway up, held by a black bow. Y/N’s body fit the blacker, tighter dress, and her curves held up perfectly. Her smile lit up the whole room, and he loved to make her laugh.

Y/N deserved that.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart.” He seemed sympathetic to her, and Y/N smiled. “I’m just glad I don’t have to deal with it every day anymore,” Y/N admitted she was happier off at college even though she did miss Negan sometimes. “You look beautiful, doll.” Y/N bit her lip and cheeks blushed.

“Well thank you.”

It was awkward for a moment; tension built in the air. Y/N caught his eye just like he caught her eyes staring at him. “Y’know, we can spice up the Christmas party.” Y/N’s lips curled; she was nervous about his reaction, but it was worth a shot. Negan’s eyes lit up, and he was intrigued by what the idea may be.

“And what’s that sweetheart?”

“You could come in here and find out.”

Negan’s face looked shocked by her comment, Negan knew he instantly was turned on by the way she held up her confidence where she felt it or not.

Negan wanted to make her feel beautiful.

“In your parents home?” Negan chuckled, stepping in quickly, locking it behind him. He stood in front of the younger woman tall, she felt a slight increase of intimidation. “It’s already not the perfect dollhouse anyways.” She playfully shrugged, her lips drawing near his. High on her tiptoes to meet his height, Negan felt brush up near his.

Breathing heavily, Y/N’s lips were caught by Negan in a deep kiss, her hands trailing from his shoulders to run through his hair. His hands gave another grab of her ass, more powerful, enough to leave red handprints.

“Shit doll, you don’t understand how long I’ve been waiting for this, I can’t believe I haven’t gone fucking crazy.” He stated against her lips. Y/N faintly moaned out at his confession, there was always some unspoken tension between both of them, she just never thought it would come to this.

Being the bathroom of her parents house, kissing her fathers best friend,

Y/N broke away from his kiss, fumbling to pull his pants down to his ankles, lifting his belt buckle down successfully. His now fully erect cock gently slapped against his stomach, Y/N’s hand coming down to smoothly wrap around the base of his cock, rubbing up and down. Negan let out a soft groan, his head falling back as he leaned into her forehead, lifting her up onto the sink counter. “Oh shit honey, fuck, you are a dirty fucking girl.” He whispered out.

A small creak caused your body to stop, a slight spark of adrenaline flowing through. The two paused their actions, Y/N’s lips were swollen, Negan still tasted her lipgloss. They paused for a moment waiting for a moment, before eyeing each other once more.

“We can be quick.”

Negan’s lips moved from her neck to the tops of her breasts, placing kisses while roughly grabbing them. Negan expertly unhooked the back of her bra, her breasts now free.

Goosebumps trailed down Y/N arms and legs at the new feeling, the tip of his cock brushing against her clit. “You ready doll?” Y/N enthusiastically moaned, grabbing the base of his cock to position it at her opening before slowly moving down, filling her inch by inch. She let out a quiet moan at the fullness she felt, Negan’s hand coming up to grab her throat with slight pressure. “Fuck doll, those pretty noises are going to get us caught. You fit me like a fucking glove, so fucking tight.” Letting out a heavy sigh, Negan started to move his hips, sliding in and out of her with slow stroke.

“Let’s just hope we don’t get caught.”

“Oh but that would be even better.”

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HOME ALONE

Summary: Y/N is home alone for the weekend while her parents are away. While being home alone during the holidays, her friendly neighbor Negan decided to drop by even if it is uninvited.

Warnings: not fully edited, smut, cursing, oral sex (fem receiving), age gap (the reader is in her 20s, and Negan is in her 40s), Negan being a total perv!, breaking into houses!, Stalker vibes!,reader unaware of sexual actions!, tremendous sexual tension, references to the movie Home Alone, and small daddy k!nk.

A KINKMAS STORY

Each year was the same.

Y/N would come home from the holidays, and her parents would take their annual trip the weekend before Christmas. She would be alone in the house to house-sit, which was honestly something she looked forward to.

Her mother was far from a Scrooge when it came to Christmas.

The house was decked out from top to bottom in Christmas decorations and looked more like Santa's workshop. Her mother and father would pull everything out during Thanksgiving dinner and decorate while watching their annual Christmas movies the following night.

Y/N knew the routine like a storybook.

It was Friday evening, and the sun was already down. It was so early, but it felt so late with the time change. Y/N's parents just left hours ago for the beach for the weekend. Since she moved off to college, her parents always asked if she would house-sit for them, and she happily agreed.

Y/N's parents lived in a high community, bigger houses all lined up in a row together. Some are separated by fences, and some are close to their neighbors. Her father and mother had prestigious jobs high up in the community. YN's parent's house sat next to the end leading into the community, across from one of her favorite neighbors, Negan Smith.

Ever since moving into the community in her teens and attending her last two high school years, she felt utterly obsessed with him. What she loved most was that the main window in her room lined up directly to his bedroom window. It was like a match made in heaven. Negan was a friendly neighbor; he was quiet but helped her father with a lot of work around the house when needed. He would be invited to the barbecues and parties often, getting to know her parents quite well. This gave Y/N the chance to get more flirty with her hot neighbor when turning eighteen. She eventually went to college, visiting during her breaks and some weekends.

She loved getting home and seeing Negan outside mowing the yard, maybe even sitting on his porch. How she would catch his smirk at her, greeting her back home. Negan couldn't help but find the younger woman attractive, getting into her twenties and becoming a fine young woman. She'd always been very mature for her age, keeping a steady conversation with him, not showing how nervous she really was. Y/N let the crush keep growing; even though she never acted on it, she did believe Negan felt the same way about her.

Y/N was never sure, but when she was home during her breaks, she felt eyes on her during times in her room. Her window was quite large, with longer blinds resting to the side most of the time. She knew she kept them open for a reason; she wanted him to stare. She would walked in her pj shorts, and Y/N sometimes would even be in a towel. Her hair would be drenched, sitting beside her vanity brushing her hair… Negan hated how he would peak over. He got smart, even buying new blinds to watch her; he felt so sick. Negan knew it was wrong to watch this younger woman for years. He would feel like it was a show just for him when she would come home.

Sometimes, he would wake up during the nights she was home, peaking over and seeing part of her bed and how her figure showed in her darker room.

Negan felt like such a creep.

This Friday evening, however, she was home alone. She was alone in that big house, and Negan felt a dark thought creep into his head. He knew he could happily sneak in and take full advantage of what she'd been showing off for years across the street. She had to want him as much as he wanted her, right? Negan knew she must have known the blinds were open, especially when she was naked.

Y/N had just got dinner ready after her parents left a few hours ago; she made her a nice healthy dinner for one. She knew she wanted to crack open a wine bottle, curl up beside the Christmas tree, and watch a movie, perhaps. She was in her comfortable matching set, letting her shirt slide over her shoulder. Y/N had everything cleaned up, and one of her favorite Christmas movies was waiting on the TV.

Home Alone

Before she could get the movie started, she heard the doorbell. Which made Y/N jump, knowing it had to be Negan or one of her many other neighbors. She swung open the front door, revealing the attractive older male. A smirk plastered on his face, sending chills down her spine. She shot her warm smile, resting and seeing someone she felt comfortable with. "Hey, sweetheart, just wanted to check on ya." His southern accent dragged out, eyeing her closely. Y/N couldn't help but snicker. “I am a big girl, Negan." She smiled, "I can take care of myself." Y/N eyed his features the way he leaned against the doorway of her more extended porch. His smile was still thick, his teeth grazing his bottom lip, letting his eyes wander. "Don't need anything? A young woman like yourself does not need to be home alone." Negan wanted to suggest that he could stay, even if it was for a couple hours. He wanted them to be with her. Y/N let the temptation boil in her stomach, biting her lip at the thought of what could happen if he stayed.

"We have pretty tight security around here. My daddy makes sure this house is safe." Y/N innocently flashed a smile at Negan, who seemed a little speechless from her choice of words. His face was reddened more, clearing his throat. "If you need anything, doll, I am just a knock next door." He winked at her, leaving her by herself once more.

Negan knew her game, a little cat-and-mouse game. That was always fun.

Y/N got herself settled after the short time with Negan, she felt like she scared him away by her comment. Maybe she should have kept her mouth shut and invited him in. Would he even joined her?

Y/N curled up on her sofa in the main room of the house, the tv hung over the lit fireplace. Home Alone echoed through the house, she sipped her wine she had made. Y/N felt cozy and settled letting herself be into the movie not caring about her surroundings. The movie was comforting to her reminding her of her childhood, it was a cute Christmas movie.

Y/N heard a slight bump breaking her trance that was lost in the movie. Her hands tight around the blanket, observing around her. The house was old, the wind would make the house creek. She’d been there plenty of times alone, she was not going it to affect her now. The younger woman cozied back up, pulling the blanket close keeping her focus back on the movie. Something though felt different, felt like eyes were on her. It made the hairs on her neck stand, she couldn’t exactly figure out why.

Y/N knew she was home alone.

Y/N tried to ignore that feeling stirring in her stomach, that strange feeling that someone was watching her. She kept herself the whole time watching the movie not moving an inch away from the couch. Her head would even turn at times though checking her surroundings for anything that may have been causing that feeling. Maybe her anxiety finally getting the best of her.

Y/N let the movies credits play with the Christmas music echoing her ears, cleaning up the living area getting ready for bed. Her eyes moved to the window across from her, she could see Negan’s house across from her with most of the lights on. Christmas lights wrapped around his bushes brightening his house more. For a single man’s house it looked quite cheerful.

Most of his curtains shut off the lights reflecting on the outside, but she could have swore she saw shiloutee movie from the curtains. Maybe it was her imagination. Y/N knew her mind played games with her. Y/N cleaned up her dishes in the sink, loading the dishwasher getting herself ready for bed. Y/N’s room was located all the way up the flight of stairs towards the end of the hallway, still decorated how she left before college.

Still decorated in that ugly purple and pink colors she used to love her junior year of high school. Y/N remembered that was her last time re doing her room begging her mom for everything in those colors. Mostly her room was covered in old school posters, old pictures with friends and family, and girly shit she used to love. Y/N laid out her new night clothes she wanted to sleep in, not even bothering shutting the curtain. Her eyes would shift at times over just to see if she could catch a glimpse of him. His bedroom window was open, his curtains moved to the side. Pitch blackness covered his room. Y/N couldn’t keep her eyes away staring into the empty room, by now he would be up stairs she would see him at times getting ready before shutting his curtain off. Her eyes brows furrowed moving away to her bathroom for a quick shower.

Being quick and out of the shower, she let her wet locks fall in her face holding the dry hair by a bun resting on top of her head. Y/N wrapped a thicker towel around her, rushing to her bedroom where she left the warm heater on. She dried herslef off letting the towel be removed from her. Y/N saw in her periful vision Negan’s bedroom light flick on. Holding he longer night gown, she covered her top peering over. No one showed up in the now lit room, nor even shut the window she knew was letting the cold breeze in. Y/N felt beyond confused watching the light flick back off, it was like his house haunted teasing her from across the street. Y/N scoffed, rolling her eyes annoyingly, she should not want this man to watch her. It was a creepy thing to do and if another man did it that was not him she may have called cops already if she was already this suspicious.

Y/N had herself curled up in bed in no time, her thick blankets tucked around her. The Christmas lights of houses reflecting some into her room, giving a slight comfort. The house quiet, the heater creating nosies when clicking off and on during the night.

It was nearing about 4AM.

It had been hours.

Hours of waiting and watching.

Negan felt such like a creep, he just kept repeating it to himself. Negan jumped the gate leading to her back porch, the night was chilly. His adrenaline was up slowly picking the locks of her back door. Should he be doing this?

Negan knew that this would be the only way he had guts to make a move, no matter how awful it looked.

The locks were tricky, both top and bottom locks were secured, hearing the clicks of the door was stasfying to his ears. He breathed out in a side of relief, walking in quietly. The house was dark, only the Christmas tree lit the living area. Stockings were hung by the fireplace that was recently used. Negan closed to door quietly, locking the locks back.

He observed the surroundings trying to be quiet not to wake her and startle her. Negan crept up the stairs slowly making his way to her bedroom where she was fast asleep. Her hand draped over the pillow beside her, her room filled with her own Christmas tree that was lit. Negan tried to stay in the darker parts of her room, his nerves finally catching up to him. Guilt slowly entered his head, this was a really sick.

Like really fucked up.

Negan finally built up the courage to pull the covers slightly up, enough for him to quickly go underneath. A few movements came from Y/N, that made Negan freeze in place. Being underneath the covers she slept in a long sleeve shirt, that was extremely oversized. Her legs were bare, Negan couldn’t help let his finger tips graze the bottom of her ankles up slowly.

Y/N twitched a little in her sleep. Negan kept his movements soft and slow. Letting him lay beside her underneath the covers letting his fingers rise more. She looked peaceful laying there, a few deeper breaths came from her. Negan reached underneath the sweatshirt feeling her underwear. Rubbing gently around her covered clit, caused a few stirs from Y/N.

Negan could feel his nerves racing, his thoughts were foggy. Negan’s fingers slipped her underwear down her leg, she hummed out a little. Negan knew now there was no going back, he wanted to get caught. He wanted her to know what he was doing to her, how good he was making her feel. His hands bawled up the loose underwear of her now, the lace rubbing against his fingers.

Negan growled at her damp pussy. Her legs closed together, Y/N’s eyes twitched, her whole body adjusting. Negan’s fingers found his way down her naked clit, brushing his fingers against it. Negan could feel her hands pull the sheets between her fingers, a few whimpers falling from her lips.

His guilt became more consumed with pleasure and desire. Negan wanted her, he had to make her his girl.

Y/N’s body now closer to Negan, feeling her legs brush against his. Her body started to stir, Negan tessed her clit more.

Negan didn’t want to scare her, he knew she was waking up. “It’s just me doll.” His voice rang out, wheather she could hear him or not. Y/N’s eyes opened slowly, feeling hands around her. Her body tingled, she ached down there. Y/N moaned out hearing a voice, she knew she felt she must be dreaming.

“Y’know how much I think about you.” A familiar voice rang through her ears. Her eyes opened to a dim lit room, letting her eye adjust. Y/N saw Negan right in her bed, realizing his hands touching her. She gasped out as his hands covered over mouth.

Negan’s hand cupped her, she bit back a moan underneath his hand. Y/N eyes met his, they were darker than those times she saw him before. “All home alone, didn’t have no traps set up for in intruders?” He chuckled, his voice even seemed darker. Y/N couldn’t help but feel turned on, she wondered her how her into her home.

She knew she always locked up.

She shouldn’t find this hot.

“You could have invited me in for the movie,” Negan’s lip curled, “Made this a whole date.” Y/N whimpered out not knowing what to say or do. “How-How did you get in?” She finally got out, her head tried to wrap around what was going on. Negan chuckled once more. “Just picking the lock and a little determination honey.” Y/N moaned out, Negan growled and in the blink of an eye, had his lips on hers. Negan moved his hand to her throat, he gave it a gentle squeeze, sending a chill down the woman’s spine. His lips roughly press his lips to hers.

Negan’s kiss was hungry; his mouth devouring hers lips, tongue — Y/N’s hands clutching his shoulders as lips moved to her neck. Moving his hands to pull her longer shirt up, he let it drop to the side before lowering his body over hers. Pressing his lips to her neck, he used both hands to cup Y/N’s bare breasts to his face, and feeling his warm tongue graze both of her nipples. Y/N could feel herself get close from his fingers, playing her pussy.

Negan pulled the sheets off her more seeing her bare naked body, Y/N could feel herself slef get a little insecure. The rush from Negan’s fingers fogging out the memory. “Look at my beautiful girl,” He grunted in awe, feeling like he could read her mind. Negan groaning at the sight of her completely spread before him, pink and smooth and glistening with Y/N’s slick arousal. She’d been wet from the moment Negan played with her pussy. Negan leaned forward to lay a sloppy kiss over her wet heat and all those thoughts of shame faded away.

“Fuck—" Y/N cursed, tossing her head back as his mouth found her clit with ease, his tongue darting forward to caress the tiny bundle of nerves as he used his lips to suck it further into his mouth. Instinctively, Y/N’s back arched and her hips lifted off the mattress to be closer to his mouth as he feasted on her. Negan slid his hands beneath her to grip her ass. His eyes traveled up to her face. He’d waited far too long to see Y/N at his mercy, and he wasn’t going to miss a goddamn second of it.

“After all those years staring from the window across the street, I finally get a taste.” Negan groaned out licking a strip up her pussy. Y/N knew he had been staring at her, that feeling of being watched. Invading her privacy but she wanted that attention.

DON’T BLAME ME

Summary: based on Taylor Swift’s Don’t Blame Me. Y/N L/N has always struggled with relationships. She thought she found her Prince Charming with each guy she dated. Each one ended up in disaster until Negan Smith came along.

Warnings: 18+, smut, Taylor Swift song (maybe a warning to some folks), the song uses the imagery of using drugs, fluff, aftercare! Dom! Negan, description of rough sex, age gap (the reader is in the late 20s and Negan is in later 40s), reader has a heavy dating history!, mentions of cheating, reader! is a high school teacher!, cursing!, semi! public sex ( they have sex at the school), slight sir kink, unprotected sex, reader does not a have fully description (does wear glasses and skirts), daddy kink!, quickie sex!, and not fully edited!

A/N: Boarder is by me🥰, it’s not perfect but I have been playing with them on Picsart. I found the reputation snake on google! It’s a pretty short one shot and mainly just straight smut, not too much of a story.

Don't blame me, love made me crazy

If it doesn't, you ain't doin' it right

Lord, save me, my drug is my baby

I'll be usin' for the rest of my life

Y/N always felt that she would eventually find the right person for her. She understood it might take some time, but she didn't know how long it would take. Y/N had been in many relationships with various men, some lasting for a few years while others lasted only a few months or weeks. Y/N felt embarrassed about some of her past relationships and sometimes cringed at the memories of those she had been with.

I've been breakin' hearts a long time, and

Toyin' with them older guys

Just playthings for me to use

Y/N's life took a dramatic turn after graduating from college. She discovered that her boyfriend had been cheating on her with one of her closest friends, shattering her heart into a million pieces. Determined to start afresh, she moved away from her old town to start a new life. She landed a teaching job at a local high school, where she met some amazing friends who made her life vibrant and exciting. With her new-found positivity and zest for life, Y/N is now living the life of her dreams!

Something happened for the first time, in

The darkest little paradise

Shakin, pacin', I just need you

Y/N's heart skipped a beat when she met Negan Smith, the charming PE teacher who had every female teacher vying for his attention. Despite the distractions, Y/N was drawn to him, and fate brought them together at a Halloween Party in the local gym. As they escorted the event, they found themselves sharing more than just a punch bowl, and their connection was electric.

Y/N knew her class would tease her, and they continued later on until the Winter Formal Dance. Negsn finally asked her to go for a drink after both chaperoning the dance. That night was memorable, not just catching kids doing it in the parking lot but doing it in the parking lot with Negan herself.

Negan made her feel more alive, giving her something she’d never felt. The way he pounded her in the backseat of his truck outside the school after everyone had left after getting them a drink at a local bar in town. Y/N had never been cared for like that, especially the first time with someone. He treated her like a queen and touched her in all the right places.

For you, I would cross the line

I would waste my time

I would lose my mind

They say, "She's gone too far this time"

Y/N and Negan finally officially started dating after the New Year and Valentine's Day was approaching. It was their first one together. Y/N was never a big fan of the holiday, but Negsn wanted to make it memorable for her. Sadly the day fell on a school day, and the school was filled with horny teenagers. Y/N and Negan were just horny teenagers themselves if you looked closely. The way they shared glances in the hallway during breaks. They would be eating each other alive.

Y/N wanted Negan took take her into his office, throw her over his desk, and fuck her until it broke underneath her. She would do anything for this man; he was her true love, and Y/N knew it as well as Negan did.

2:57PM

Finally, the kids left the building, most lingering, waiting on rides or meeting with other teachers. Y/N was grading a few tests from a few days ago; she’d been entirely behind. She was distracted, and Y/N knew exactly what the distraction was, too.

Don't blame me, love made me crazy

If it doesn't, you ain't doin' it right

Lord, save me, my drug is my baby

I'll be usin' for the rest of my life

Y/N's heart was racing as she frantically flipped through the answer key, trying to find the correct answers. The room was messy, with papers and tests scattered over her desk. Suddenly, there was a faint knock on the door. Her heart skipped a beat as she looked up and saw Negan, the handsome coach from her last class, standing in the doorway. He was still dressed in gym clothes, his muscles bulging under his shirt. With a sly smile, he scanned over her, and she felt herself getting lost in his piercing gaze.

He looked hot in anything..

Her lips pierced, tapping her pencil against her desk. “What do you need, Mr. Smith?” Y/N played innocently; she’d been teasing all day. She wore Negan’s favorite outfit, that skirt that hugged her curves. She dressed with that white button top tucked in, letting her ass be out. It was so tempting for Negsn to go up and slap it all day. Negan could have grabbed her at any moment, thrown her in any classroom, and made her cock drunk on a teacher's desk.

Negan was utterly smitten with this woman and there was nothing he wouldn't do for her. She was his ultimate dream girl, and he couldn't resist the urge to see her. As he shut the door behind him, the blind on her window quickly came down. The younger woman's heart raced as she watched Negan slowly make his way towards her, causing her to tense up with anticipation.

Y/N felt butterflies in her stomach as Negan approached her. "What the hell are you thinking?" he asked, his eyes growing darker. Y/N stood up from her rolling chair and touched his chest to stop him. "Not here, Negan," she said. "Even if you want to, I have a lot of tests to grade."

Negan chuckled. It was a darker laugh. His hand grabbed hers that rested on his chest. Y/N tried to pull away, but he gripped her hand from leaving his side. “Negan, baby,” Y/N breathed out; she knew she was getting turned on, “We don’t need to do this.”

Negan bit his lip in desire, pushing her to the wall behind her. It was with force that Negan’s hands wrapped around her throat, his lips crashing into hers. “You know you want to, baby.” Negan’s voice could have made her legs tremble. His hands went to her legs, raising her tighter skirt. Y/N’s eyes moved to the door; luckily, the windows in her classroom blinds were closed. Negsn had the skirt resting on her upper hips, her panties out to see.

My name is whatever you decide

And I'm just gonna call you mine

I'm insane, but I'm your baby (your baby)

Negan had his forehead resting against hers, and his eyes could not move away from hers. “Fuck me, sir,” Y/N giggled, pointing over to her desk, “throw me over my desk and fuck me.” Negan grabbed her, wrapping her around him. She squealed, and Negan cut her off by pulling her into another kiss. His lips moved with hers perfectly, slamming the papers she had been grading onto the ground. He laid her down on the wooden desk, wrapping her legs around him.

He pulled down her skirt, throwing his shorts to the side. Y/N tried to keep quiet, but Negsn and her could not get caught. “You gonna be quiet for daddy?” Negan whispered in her ear, unbuttoning her too slowly. With each pop, Y/N's nails dug more deeply into the side of her desk. She knew it would leave indents.

“Yes, Daddy, we need to be quick,” Y/N muttered. Negan got her bent over on her desk. Y/N had her ass up as Negan fucked her from behind. Pushing her face into the desk, Y/N had her hand covering her moans. Negan kept his groans quiet, sweat forming on top of his forehead.

Negan’s chest rested on her bare back, whispering in her ear. “You’re mine, y’know, sweetheart,” Negan was driving her crazy, her pussy clenched around his cock, “You’re making me crazy.” Negan’s thrust was getting sloppier, Y/N’s eyes closed. His words were growing butterflies in his stomach. It felt so overstimulating. She barely was taking everything when Negan started playing with her clit.

“I’m yours.” Y/N moaned out, which made Negan smile ear to ear.

And baby, for you, I would fall from grace

Just to touch your face

If you walk away

I'd beg you on my knees to stay

Negan felt himself growing closer, his hands digging deeper into Y/N's sides. The way her ass was bouncing on his cock, drew his attention, feeling himself seconds away from coming inside her perfect pussy. Everything about her was for him, made just for him. “I’m about to come inside you, doll.” Negan felt himself come inside of her, continuing his thrust slower. He was trying to catch his breath, and he knew Y/N was close. He knew her body like the back of his hand.

I get so high, oh

Every time you're, every time you're lovin' me

You're lovin' me

Trip of my life, oh

Every time you're, every time you're touchin' me

You're touchin' me

“Come around my cock, baby,” Negan commanded her, and right after his sentence, he could feel Y/N break underneath him. He covered her mouth, feeling the vibrations of her moans against his palm. “That’s right, that’s my girl.” Negan praised her, kissing her neck gently.

Y/N couldn't resist the thrill of being with Negan. With every move he made, her heart raced faster and faster. He was the adventure she had been waiting for, the man of her dreams who made her feel alive. Y/N had been searching for someone like him for ages - someone who would treat her like royalty, shower her with affection, and make her feel like the most important person in the world. With Negan, she finally found what she had been looking for.

“I’d do anything for you, Negan.” Y/N slipped her skirt back on, standing on her tiptoes, her lips meeting his. “Yeah, it seems, sweetheart,” Negan laughed, getting his clothes back on, “We just fucked in your classroom.” Y/N snickered at his comment, pulling her hair from her buttoned white shirt. “Love made me a little crazy.” Y/N teased; Negan playfully grabbed her, causing her to laugh, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Now let me take you on that special Valentine's date, crazy girl.”

Don't blame me, love made me crazy

If it doesn't, you ain't doin' it right (doin' it right, no)

Lord, save me, my drug is my baby

I'll be usin' for the rest of my life

A FRIENDLY HALLOWEEN PARTY

Summary: Y/N is having her first Halloween party with her mom and new step-dad Negan Smith. Negan met her mom about year ago when he moved to teach at a local high school in town. Y/N is home from college for her mom’s annual Halloween party when her costume pushes Negan over the limit.

Warnings: SMUT, mentions of oral sex, cursing, daddy kink, drinking, age gap (reader is in her 20s and Negan is in his 40s), stepdad! x reader relations, public sex!, dirty talk, jealous! Negan, bathroom sex!, and cheating.

DAY TWO OF KINKTOBER

The house looked like October threw up in there. Y/N’s mother was completely obsessed with Halloween, ever since she was three they had a Halloween Party. It was a friendly Halloween Party a few drinks were served for adults, lots of finger foods, music, and games for the children attending. This year was a little bit different than the rest, Y/N’s stepdad was having their first Halloween together in the house.

Y/N’s mother remarried last Christmas to Negan Smith, a high school teacher who just moved in next door. Y/N hated the fact she thought her own stepfather was hot. He used to be her next-door neighbor she could watch him when he mowed his lawn shirtless innocently, but now it feels weird. Y/N was quite surprised to see how fast her mother moved after her father left a couple of years ago.

Y/N wrapped the rest of the fake spider web across her fireplace in the living area. Y/N was home for her fall break, helping her mom with the decorations for the party. Her mother was in the kitchen getting all the food and drinks together, laying everything out neatly. Y/N was dressed in a shorter black dress, it was complimented with black gloves and her witch hat. Her makeup was darker than normal, giving her the witch look she was going for. Y/N’s mother dressed in her own more covered witch costume.

Y/N could hear Negan’s feet patter down the staircase close, she had not seen him since she got ready. Her and Negan’s relationship was rather complicated, she liked him and they got along.. maybe too well. The guilt stirred in her stomach knowing what happened just a couple of weeks ago, her mother was completely unaware of anything going on between them two.

Y/N fucked her stepdad.

She couldn’t even tell how it happened or how it all started that night. One minute she was coming home late from a bar with her friends, the next Negan was furious with stumbling in at 2 AM. He confronted her at the door, Y/N was astonished at his reaction, she was in her twenties for fucks sake. Y/N thought maybe the alcohol in her system made her more confident, but she pushed it a little too far that night. Negan’s thoughts about his stepdaughter kept happening, haunting his dreams at night. The guilt he had soon left, finally showing her who was the boss.

Fucking her against the front door, covering her muffled screams so her mother didn’t hear her fucking her “daddy.” As Negan quoted himself that night.

Y/N kept her back turned, the decorations looked pretty good she just had to keep herself from not peering over at him. Y/N felt the man behind her, still hearing his feet heading to the kitchen; greeting her mother. “The house looks great, you girls did a wonderful job.” Negan's voice sent chills down Y/N’s spine; she gave in finally glancing over and seeing Negan eyeing her. Negan did not have a costume on, just dressed in a leather jacket and black bootcut pants. His freshly saved face from a couple of weeks ago was no more, with his face with that beard again Y/N loved. Y/N realized how long she was looking, clearing her throat and moving away from the fireplace. Y/N’s heels clicked on the wooden floor entering the kitchen with her mother and stepfather. Negan’s eyes stayed on her the whole time, she felt like he was eating her alive with his eyes.

“Y/N has been the interior designer, she always loved doing it.” Her mother giving her full credit, Negan placed a kiss on his wife's cheek quickly, his hands staying in his pockets. Y/N was not sure but his actions were different towards her mother's, Y/N wished she did not feel this way about Negan. She hated how she did not regret fucking him weeks ago, while her mother slept upstairs. She knew she would do it again in a heartbeat. Negan rubbed his scrub on his face, the doorbell interrupted his lustful thoughts about his stepdaughter who stood in front of him in a shorter dress showing each curve she had. Y/N’s mother clapped excitedly, knowing guests were starting to arrive.

“I’ll get the door, Y/N get some music going, darling.” Her mother smiled, heading over to the front entry way leaving the two by themselves in the kitchen. Y/N’s stomach twisted up, keeping herself glued in place as Negan’s eyes roamed her body. Negan lingered closer, his face emotionless. “You think the outfit is appropriate, sweetheart?” Negan questioned her, his eyes staying on her bare legs. His teeth brushed over his lips lustfully. Y/N was nervous, his actions scared her in a good way. “Do you not like it?” Y/N asked innocently, looking down at her costume, “Mother thought it was perfect and simple.” Her lips curled into a playful smirk, Negan’s face however still seemed furious.

“I think you look hot baby girl, but I don’t want other eyes wandering,” Negan confessed, his presence closer to her. Y/N's nails dug into her hands, feeling so deep like they could draw blood, “if they do I guess I’ll have to punish you.” Y/N legs started to feel weak. “You’re not supposed to have those types of feelings Negan.” Y/N playfully said, she was serious though in a way. Negan’s feelings for her were lustful but deeper than that.

“I could say the same to you, doll.” He knew she felt the same way about him. When Negan met her mother it was a while before he got to meet her especially with her being away at college. When he finally met Y/N he thought she was so beautiful, and quite a catch. During the later nights when she was home, he got to know her better. She was so smart, they had things in common he never thought they would share.

He remembered the dreams he started to have, the thoughts of her sneaking into his mind. Negan could not help but give in to it when Y/N was begging for it.

Y/N reached over to the many foods and fruit her mother had laid on neatly. She reached for a strawberry biting into it slowly, Negan couldn’t believe he was getting turned on by her eating a fruit. “Enjoy the party, Daddy,” Y/N whispered seductively, walking away from Negan leaving them helpless and horny.

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A couple hours into the party, Y/N had a few drinks in her, talking to a few of her neighborhood friends. Her purple Halloween-themed cup was filled with her favorite iced alcoholic beverage. She laughed at her friend's joke, Y/N side-eyed Negan across the room with all his buddies, her mother in the kitchen catering to her friends.

The party was loud, kids ran playing throughout the house. A few adults dancing most were sitting around talking. Negan would keep a few glances over at Y/N, she looked so hot and her smile could send him over the edge.

“That’s one new daughter you got there, man.” One of Negan’s older buddies sipped his drink, and Negan felt a jealousy stir deep inside. “Yeah, she is something,” Negan murmured, chugging his drink to the end. His hands crushed the cup, and Y/N watched his movements towards the kitchen. “Excuse me.” She excused herself from the group, handing one of her friends her cup. Y/N crept up the stairs knowing Negan’s eyes wandered up with her.

Y/N turned the corner going into one of the guest bathrooms of the house before she could close the door a hand stopped hee causing her to jump. Negan stepped in quickly before eyes saw him, slamming the door behind him and locking in quickly. Y/N gasped as her back hit the sink being trapped in the smaller bathroom with the man.

His hand went right to her neck, causing a moan to fall off her lips. Negan’s lips curled, inches away from her face feeling the heat radiate off her body.

“Eager?” Negan teased her and growled against her. She let out the cutest whimper feeling Negan's semi-erect cock. Y/N bit her lip as Negan moved to bite her neck. Negan sucked a dark hickey on her bare neck, his hands still holding her throat. "Someone going to see the hickey, Negan," Y/N whined trying to push him back, Negan picked her up letting out a squeal. Luckily the music was blaring through the house no one could hear them.

"You belong to me," Negan growled, he wanted everyone to see that she was owned by him. Even if everyone knew it possibly could not be him. Negan growled once more, pushing her dress up.

“Fuck. Daddy.”

The younger woman breathed out, Y/N looked down at Negan, and all the cockiness she had was out the window. Negan was turned on by her submissiveness. Her lips glistened and hee lips swollen. Negan had her trapped under his grasp. Her limbs were trembling as Negan had his head between her neck. She bit her lip, almost tasting blood.

“Someone getting cold feet?” Y/N teased, pulling down the laced underwear she had under her black dress. Negan's eyes wandered down watching her every move. "Fuck me, then let's go back to the party." Negan could taste the alcohol on her breath mixed in with her lip gloss. He was so drawn in with her, that he hated it.

“It’s okay. Just relax baby, Daddy won’t hurt you.” Negan voice was calming, gently massage her bare thighs. Y/N's cheeks were flushed, sweat forming on her forehead. Negan let his finger drag across the bottom of her lip, she sucked the tips of his fingers.

“Don’t worry, you know I know how to treat a fine piece of ass.” Negan kissed her once again but this time, softer. Y/N moaned against Negan's lips. He reached his hands lower to touch the ends of her dress. Her thighs dared to close but Negan stopped her movements. “Be a good girl. Let me touch your pussy.” Negan purred and her muscles slowly untensed. Negan slowly pulled down her dress up revealing her naked pussy which looked like the perfect dish to him. Her heels were still attached resting on the wall in front of them. Y/N's hips shifted, begging for a release.

“Mm, baby. You like that?” Negan said pressing harder against her, removing his jacket. Y/N's eyes closed feeling his finger brush her clit, she hummed hearing the buckle of the hit belt fall to the floor. She only nodded answering his question.

“Use your fucking words,” Negan warned. “Yes, I like it,” Y/N whined, feeling Negan's member tease her entrance. Negan could feel the excitement in her body after making such a noise. The older man nibbled her earlobe causing her to whimper. Without warning, Negan slammed into her as hard as he could. Her nails wanted to rip through her gloves, her witch hat still somehow on her head.

Y/N's mouth opened as he covered it quickly her muffled screams fought with his hand. His thrusts were quick and rough, and Y/N's head slammed into the mirror behind her. Negan's grunts followed his deep thrusts, his hand slowly moving from her mouth.

“Negan, it feels-“

“Oh yeah. Tell me, baby, tell me how I feel.” Y/N moaned and went to hide her face in his now bare chest. Negan laughed lightly, she felt amazing. He moaned at the warmth of her pussy, how tight she grew around him. Negan knew she was getting close and he was not going to be far behind her. "I'm close daddy." She stuttered out, Negan's sloppy thrust showing how close he was, "Come in me."

Negan loved the way she begged, how helpless she was in front of him around his cock. "Fuck baby, you got me close." Negan pulled her hair roughly, "What have you done to me? Got me pussy whipped." Y/N could just moan feeling herself realase around him, her head resting down on the mirror feeling his hand cover her loud moan. Negan soon released his load into her pussy, letting his thrust get slower and slower. Y/N could barely catch her breath, feeling like she was high on adrenaline still. Negan playfully patted her cheek, bringing her closer to his face. Her cheeks rested between his hands, listening to each of his words.

"Now let's go back and join the party, I'll come eat that pussy out after your mother is in bed." Negan kissed the tip of her nose leaving her in the bathroom to clean up.