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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.

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.”

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.

SHE CALLS ME DADDY

Summary: Y/N is just a woman working as waitress at a night club and is a full time student in college. Trying to better her life from her past she never thought she find a man to treat her like she deserved.

Warnings: 18+!, smut!, rich! negan smith, daddy kink!, mentions of drinking, daddy issues!, oral sex (f receiving), major sugar daddy vibes!, girlyreader!, praise kink!, cursing!, rough sex!, gift giving!, mentions of divorce, mentions of trauma!, dom! Negan, choking!, pet names!, dirty talk!, sub reader!, fluff!, major family issues!, jealous tendencies!, obsessive negan!,age gap!, cursing, and not fully edited.

A/N: been obsessed writing old rich vibes and sugar daddy vibes! This was just something quick I wrote up, I hope you enjoy! ❤️

SEVEN MONTHS AGO..

Y/N strutted up to the bar, her tray held high above her head. "Two martinis with two tequila shots!" she shouted over the beat of the music. As she set down the tray, she smoothed out her tight black skirt and adjusted her matching top, which hugged her curves in all the right places. Working at this upscale nightclub had perks, and Y/N always looked her best. She had landed the job a year ago, shortly after moving in with her roommate Emma. The night was young, and anything could happen.

As Emma and Y/N worked their shift together, Emma asked a question in a low tone, "They tipping you well tonight, babe?" Emma was the main bartender for the night. They both had been fortunate enough to land the same job, and were even luckier to occasionally get the same shifts. Sharing the same classes and work schedules had helped them a lot, especially when they had to work night shifts. Emma started making the drinks while Y/N smiled and shrugged, glancing over her shoulder. The colored lights in the bar illuminated Y/N's reddened face, which Emma couldn't help but notice. Y/N's eyes followed something, and Emma tried to see what who it was, but Y/N swatted her hand away, and they both shared a hearty laugh.

“Who do you have your eyes on girl?” Emma was interested raising an eyebrow, laying the drinks down on the empty tray. “Just this guy, no big deal.” Y/N shrugged it off, grabbing the tray, “He is older and on a date already.” Emma scoffed rolling her eyes playfully, she snorted a little starting to make more drinks to serve. Y/N held the tray high pursing her lips, leaning on alitle for only Emma to hear. “Seems rich, saw his watch. Probably a sugar daddy.” Y/N joked walking away with the tray serving the table across from the man she couldn't stop looking over at.

He was in a booth, the lady beside him was talking which seemed she had been doing that a lot . The older male kept his eyes around the bar mainly, once making eye contact with Y/N sending her a wink. Y/N’s face was reddened with embarrassment, clearing her throat laying down the two shot glasses quickly receiving a tip. Y/N breathed fighting a smile on her face going up to his booth to clear the empty glasses they've had. “Is there anything else I got can you guys?” Y/N asked a smile, she had the empty glasses on her tray.

Y/N felt uneasy as the woman sitting across from her gave her a scrutinizing look. On the other hand, the man beside the woman seemed to be intrigued by Y/N's presence and his face lit up upon seeing her. "I think we're good, sweetheart," Negan said, his eyes wandering over her. "We'll just take the check." The woman sitting beside him scoffed and let out a small hiccup.

“I'd like another drink, I'll head to the bar myself.”

Negan’s scratched the top of his nose straining a smile. Y/N couldn't help but notice the insincerity in the woman's expression as she stumbled towards the bar. Feeling a surge of annoyance, she decided to go to the bar herself once Negan did not offer another glass.. As she walked past the woman, she held her gaze for a moment before shrugging it off and forcing a smile, trying to suppress her anger.

“I'll go grab check, sir.” Y/N maintained a sweet and polite tone. She assured him that she would retrieve his check and raised her voice slightly to ensure he could hear her over the music. She made her way towards the printing station, keeping in mind the woman who had been eyeing her. Y/N had noticed that the older man had also been ogling her, which made her feel a bit disconcerted. She quickly retrieved the glasses from behind the bar before proceeding to print the customer's check. However, before she could do so, she felt a jolt from behind. When she turned around, she saw the older man smirking at her with a sly expression on his face. Y/N rolled her eyes, fully aware of his intentions.

“What? You tryin’ to ask for my number while on a date?” Y/N questioned, she crossed her arms keeping a smile resting on her face. “Was just our first date, doll.” The man admitted, “Don’t worry I’ll be a gentleman and take her home.” He didn’t admit he was not wanting to ask for her number. Y/N just laughed trying to walk away as he then stood in front of her to stop her.

Y/N laughed stopping in her tracks looking up at him. “Come on, sweetheart. I’ve been seeing you for weeks here.” Y/N couldn’t believe he had kept his eyes on her so long. Her lips piercing burst of confidence, the man was very attractive. She knew he was older, he seemed to have money by the way he dressed and class. He had tattoos that peaked out on his arms and chest. He had a few gray hair on his beard and through the curls in his hair but it made him look even better.

The two of them had wandered off to a secluded area, away from the hustle of the club. Y/N stood there, crossing her arms, lost in thought. She wondered if this was a good idea, and if she should proceed. Suddenly, she asked, "Do I even get to know your name first?" The older male flashed a smile, causing her heart to skip a beat. But it was a smirk, one that sent shivers down her spine. It was a smirk that seemed almost sinful as if he had a dark secret hidden beneath the surface.

“That names is Negan.” He licked his lips, Y/N nodded being close to the register and starting to ring up his check. Negan watched her, starting from her bare legs to her exposed chest. She was a beautiful woman, a smile that made his night. She seemed just like his type, he wanted to more know about her from the first time her saw her. She quickly ripped his recipet writing something on it quickly giving it to Negan.

As Negan glanced down at the receipt, his eyes lit up when he saw her number scribbled at the bottom. A wide grin stretched across his face as he looked up at the young woman with a playful smirk. He smoothly pulled out his wallet and took out a two crisp hundred-dollar bill, placing it gently in her hand. "Keep the change, doll," he said, his voice low and smooth. The woman felt her face flush at his flirtatious wink, her heart racing in her chest as a mix of excitement and nervousness coursed through her.

“Get your date home.” Y/N still gave him a warm smile, “Thanks for the tip.” Sending a wink his way.

Y/N knew she shouldn't do this but why the hell not?

PRESENT TIME…

That was seven months ago. Seven months ago when she met Negan Smith.

Y/N couldn't help but feel drawn to him. He had a certain charm that was hard to resist. After that unforgettable night, it took her a couple of days to muster the courage to text him. To her pleasant surprise, he responded promptly, expressing his interest in taking her out on a date. He suggested a nice restaurant, and upon their arrival, he opened the door for her, being a true gentleman. His chivalry did not go unnoticed, and Y/N felt grateful to be in his company.

After going out on a few dates, it was clear that Negan and Y/N had chemistry. They couldn't keep their hands off each other. It was then that Negan made an enticing proposition to Y/N - he wanted her to be his, and he promised to treat her like a queen. He vowed to give her everything she could ever want or need, and Y/N found herself drawn to him like a moth to a flame. Growing up, she had never received that kind of attention or affection from a male figure, and perhaps that's why Negan's offer was so appealing to her.

Now, Y/N was working lesser shifts at the club spending her weekends with Negan at his place. Just as much as Negan was a gentleman he fought to keep his hands off her before discussing details. She was different than most women to him. He wanted her more than anything.After his messy divorce, he took a break on dating for while. It took him a couple years but when meeting Y/N it made him want to try again.

Y/N stood in front of the mirror, admiring herself as she wrapped a beautiful necklace around her slender neck. The black dress she was wearing hugged her curves in all the right places, making her look stunning. She had been staying over at Negan's place for the weekend, and as she turned around, she saw him leaning against the wall behind her, holding something behind his back.

Negan's eyes sparkled as he looked at her, and he couldn't resist complimenting her. "Well, don't you look sexy," he said, his hands instantly on her hips.

Behind his back, he revealed a bouquet of flowers, and Y/N's face lit up with joy. She couldn't help but gush and squeal, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "I know it's not a big anniversary, but I thought I'd still give you something special, sweetheart," Negan said as Y/N received the flowers.

"You spoil me way too much," the younger woman playfully scolded him, feeling his hands resting on her hips, squeezing the ends of her dress.

“That's my job, doll.” The older man gave her multiple kisses on the neck that tickled her a bit. She giggled, trying to keep the flowers squished, playfully pushing him back. “Quit it!!” Y/N whined with a laugh, “You are gonna mess the flowers up.” Negan chuckled at her reaction, and he shook his head, still finding her cute. “How bout I put them in a vase, yea?” Negan suggested taking them from her.

Y/N trailed behind Negan as he descended down to the kitchen. As she entered the room, he got her a vase, filling it with water. Negan wore a suit, but he had rolled up his sleeves, revealing his toned arms. Despite herself, Y/N couldn't help but find his arms alluring.

“You just eatin’ me up, ain't ya?” Negan looked up, wiping his hands off from the kitchen sink. Y/N realized how long she'd been staring, looking down quickly, getting another chuckle from Negan. “I should say the same thing about you.” Y/N knew he could have her around him instantly. He sprawled out on the kitchen counter, taking his cock deep.

Y/N and Negans sex life got better and better each time she felt like it. After their first couple of dates, they fucked for the first time in his vacation home after he took her for a trip. Then, after that, it could be anywhere from the back seat of his car to the bathroom of the restraunts he took her. He had her wrapped around his finger, shed been on her knees instantly for him. It

“What's on that pretty lil’ mind of yours?” Negan could read her energy, learning about her each day. Y/N blushed, dhe was Already shifting from the sinful thoughts of him. He legs squeezing together feeling a pressure in her pussy that he made her feel many times before. “When's the reservation?” Y/N was quiet when she asked, her heels clicked walking closer to him. Being right in front of him, he'd hands trailed up his button shirt getting a smirk from him.

“Oh trust me, doll. We got time for this.”

His lips pressed against hers as his hand caressed her neck. Y/N moaned into his mouth and deepened the kiss by parting your lips and letting him in. The feeling of his tongue against her made her insides tingle as he kisses her harder.

Chills spread through down her body and down her legs; she gripped the top of his jacket. Y/N pulled him closer to her. His hand drops to her bare thigh, rubbing the goosebumps that crept on her skin. He chuckles darkly, sliding his hand upwards on her leg and stopping at the edge of her tighter dress. He picked her up quickly, placing her on the counter behind them.

“Makin’ them thoughts come true, sweetheart?” Negan groaned into her ear, leaving kisses down her neck. Y/N only whimpered, feeling his hand go to her throat, tightening around it slightly. “Use your words, baby girl.” His words had her melting to the floor; it was so hard to answer him.

“Yes..” Y/N stuttered out, feeling the heat already coming from her face. Negan chucked at her, on how helpless she was. “Yes, what?” Negans fingers brushed her lip; she kept her eyes looking up at him.

“Yes, daddy.”

"Spread for me, sweetheart." The sound of his deep voice radiates to her core as she gives in immediately, spreading her legs open slightly allowing him access. His hand cupped her pussy as he groaned softly in her ear, feeling how wet her underwear was. Her dress rode up, allowing him to see most of her body on display. He began throwing his shirt away, still hanging his pants snug around his waist with a belt.

"Negan, please touch me," Y/N pleaded, placing her hand on his and urging it to her center. “You are such a slut" He laughed seductively, pulling her underwear down slowly. "But you're my little slut, right?" The younger woman couldn't help but whimper at his filthy words, throwing her head back and feeling his finger run through her wet folds.

“Yes, daddy.” Y/N cried out, and she was a hot mess. She knew it, too. Y/N needed him so bad she could feel it in her stomach. It was a craving that would not go away even after having it so many times, “I'm yours, Daddy.”

“Damn right, you are.” Negan then got down on his knees in front of her. Before Y/N could stop him, he lifted her legs over his shoulders and then pulled her closer to the edge of the counter until his mouth was hovering right above her exposed, dripping cunt. She bit her lower lip as she looked down at him, bucking her hips a little as she tried to get him closer. He chuckled at how desperate her movements were.

“Please.” Y/N felt like the craving was hurting, like a pain building up from their tension and not saying any words. Negan had his tongue flick inside of her over and over. Then gliding his tongue up on her wet slit until reaching her clit and sucking gently. Y/N’s legs instinctively wrap around his head, pulling him closer by his hair as her head falls back with pleasure.

Her dress was now slipping off her shoulders; she was a moaning mess, her fingers running through her hair and his. "Feel good, baby? You like that?" He says after coming up for air; watching her expression, she cries from the loss of contact with his tongue. She could feel her orgasm build inside her stomach, butterflies filling up in her chest. Y/N could barely describe the feeling; pulling on his curls, she moaned loudly.

"Negan, I'm gonna..” Y/N screamed out, feeling overwhelmed; tears filled the corners of her eyes. Her back lifts off the counter, squirming around coming around his mouth as his tongue makes contact with her clit. “Good fuckin’ girl,” he praised her, climbing to meet her eyes. She was out of breath, keeping her eyes on him.

His lips sent to hers again, tasting her juices around his lips. “As he leaned in closer to her, Negan whispered, "I'll give you everything, my love. The world is yours for the taking. The stars, the moon, and every little thing in between. You are mine, and no one else can have you. I'll protect you with everything I have." Negan's infatuation with the younger woman had grown into an obsession, and he would do whatever it took to keep her by his side. Y/N giggled, wrapping her arms around him, his hands moving to his belt to undo his pants.

“Right now, I want you to go fuck me.”

“You're wish is my command, darlin’.”

"You sure you're ready for me, baby?" He playfully asked, smirking at Y/N. Pulling out his bare cock, giving it a jerk or two, teasing it at her entrance. “You know I always am, Daddy.” His hands cupped her neck, pushing into her slowly. Y/N moaned out, feeling herself stretch out. He groans as he slips inside of her, and the way she is practically begging for him drives him crazy. Negan loved it when she begged how submissive she could be.

"So fucking tight, holy shit," Negan muttered into her ear, his head dropping down to bite and suck on her neck. "Oh, baby, fuck." Y/N had her legs wrapped around Negan, feeling his thrust pick up. His hand tightened on her throat; Y/N was a moaning mess, having Negan moaning into her ear.

“You're always more than just sex, know that.” Negan had his hand around her where his nails dug into her cheeks, “You're mine.” Y/N whimpered out, her mouth hanging open as she couldn't stop letting moans out. Y/N and Negan did have a sort of sugar daddy deal going on for awhile, and maybe, in a way, they still did.

She knew feelings had developed though between the two.

His movements get harsher gradually, getting her closer and closer every second. "I'm so close, Negan," She admitted, her nails drug down his back she knew leave marks. "Taking me so fucking well, darling," Negan praised, reaching one hand down to lazily play with her clit. Which had her coming as he began. He takes her lips in a sensual kiss as she climaxed trying to muffle her moanscontinuing to fuck her through her orgasm. His entire body weight fell intoher giving into his own orgasm.

Gradually, his movements slowed down, and then pulls out as Y/N let out a tiring giggle. "Holy shit," she giggled, the whole situation setting in. Negan helped her up taking her hand, pulling her into another long kiss.

As they broke their kiss, he helped her straighten out her dress and whispered, "That was amazing, sweetheart." Y/N smiled and took his hands into hers, feeling a loose strap on her shoulder as she did so. She pulled it up and adjusted her dress, taking a moment to appreciate the sensation of his touch. He looked at her with a soft gaze and said, "I know we had plans, but could we just stay in for the night?" Y/N couldn't help but feel a warm, content feeling spread through her as she nodded in agreement.

THE YEARLY VACATION III

Summary: Each year Y/N’s parents take their vacation down to Florida for ten days and her dad’s yearly business trip. This time it’s different though, her dads hot boss Negan Smith is staying with them in their condo for the whole ten days. Y/N’s lustful thoughts that she had always had were about to grow into something much more than she ever imagined. More than just them coming true..

Characters: Negan Smith, The Reader, Grace(OC), Calvin (OC), William L/N (Readers Father), Catherine L/N (Readers Mother), Max (Readers Younger Brother), and a few other OC characters mentioning through the series.

Warnings: cursing, mentions of sexual relations, age gap (the reader is around is 21 or 22 and Negan is in his late 30s to early 40s.), daddy k!nk, SMUT, dirty talk, smoking w33d, unprotected sex, drinking!, quick car sex!, quickie!, teasing,slight embarrassing situations (second-hand embarrassment), jealous tendencies!, and not fully edited chapters.

A/N: i finally got this together and hope I can get day four together soon. ;) thank you so much on the love on this series! I'm coming together with tag list comment down below to join!

DAY THREE

Just like yesterday.

Y/N woke up with a jolt and felt an unfamiliar weight on her chest. As her eyes adjusted to the dim light, she realized that Negan was sleeping right next to her. Her heart raced with a mix of excitement and fear - what if her parents caught them? She stole a glance at the clock - it was 7 AM. The thrill of the forbidden made her pulse quicken as she wondered what the day might bring.

Y/N urgently shook Negan, trying to rouse him from his sleep. She knew they had to act fast. "Wake up, Negan! We need to move quickly," she exclaimed, her voice filled with urgency. Negan groaned and furrowed his brow, clinging to Y/N even tighter. She couldn't help but laugh at his childish antics. But time was running out. "Come on, we need to get to your room before someone catches us," she urged, feeling Negan's hands on her thighs.

Y/N's heart raced as she shook Negan's body, trying to wake him up. "Come on, we have to get ready!" she exclaimed. "It's 7 AM and my parents are already up and getting ready to go to the waterpark!" Y/N couldn't wait to spend the day at Big Kauna with her family, especially her little brother, who was thrilled about the adventure. Suddenly, Negan's eyes opened and he smiled, his hands cupping her cheeks. Y/N felt a surge of excitement and relief wash over her.

"You need to go back to your room."

Negan groaned out, turning over and grabbing his boxers and clothes from the floor beside him. She sighed in relief, holding the covers close and watching Negan fumble with his clothes back on. "Take a picture, sweetheart, and it will last longer." Negan's voice was deeper, still in his sleepy phase. Y/N's lips curled up, blushing a little from his comment.

Y/N laid in bed, her heart racing as Negan leaned in closer. "So this is what we're going to do every night, sweetheart?" he asked, a mischievous glint in his eye. Y/N couldn't help but playfully shrug, knowing exactly what Negan was thinking. "We could always try your room," she suggested, a sly grin spreading across her face. Negan laughed, the sound sending shivers down Y/N's spine. This was going to be an exciting night.

"Y/N, honey, you awake?" Y/N and Negan both froze in place. Negan's pj pants from the night before hung loose, his shirt still yet to be found. Y/N laid fully naked underneath her covers, hearing her mother's voice growing closer.

"Y/N? We need to get ready!" Y/N jumped up, almost falling out of bed, grabbing her robe from the chair beside her. Negan frantically searched for his shirt, but he could not find it anywhere. "You need to go out on the deck and sneak back into your room!" Y/N whispered, hearing her mother knock on the door.

"I'm coming, Mother!" She yelled; her palms were sweaty. Negan could not help but smirk, feeling adrenaline from the whole situation.

Y/N was feeling extremely annoyed by Negan's reaction. She playfully hit him out the door and asked, "I don't know where my shirt is, Negan. Can you help me find it?" Negan grabbed her hands and they both stood on the deck. Y/N rolled her eyes and groaned out loud, looking behind her quickly, hoping to find her shirt.

"I will find it later, now just go!" Y/N whispered, hearing her mother knock once more and the click of the door behind her. Y/N shut the deck door quickly, turning seeing her mother walk in her longer thicker robe. Catherine smiled at her daughter, who did not notice her shaky hands hiding bhind her.

"Sorry mom, I was just out on the deck." Y/N breathed out, her eyes falling to a darker shirt on the floor beside her dresser close to her mother.

Negan's shirt.

Y/N's mouth instantly went dry, her breath was shaky. "Uh-mother look I am about to get ready," Y/N quickly went up to her mother, holdign the door getting ready to get her mother out of there, "I will meet you down stairs."

Catherine smiled, laughing at her daughter. Well, good morning to you." Y/N smiled trying to realx, she felt so nervous. And if things just could not get worse, Negan's door opened across the hall, walking out in the pjs he had on and a new loose shirt.

He smiled at the two ladies turning to him, Y/N was froze in place she could not beleive how calm he was being. "Well good morning ladies, I thought I heard talking out here." Negan played it off so well, Catherine smiled greeting Negan.

"I was just telling Y/N to get ready, we will leave here in about an hour or so." Catherine told Negan the plan on when to leave. Y/N glanced one more time at Negan, excusing herself to get ready shutting the door quickly and now locking it.

Y/N breathed out, her face had to be red. She could feel sweat forming on the top of her forehead, quickly snatching Negan's shirt up. The smell of his colonge hit her, Y/N hated how it made her crave him more.

She threw it with her own clothes for now to hide it from being seen from her mother. Y/N started to see why Negan enjoyed almost behind caught, it was a thrill. Having to be quick to get out, him leaving his shirt behind.

Y/N blushed and snickered; she knew this would all be a fling. She could not get attached to all this, no matter how much she loved it.

--

Y/N hated how the tension was between her and Negan that morning. When she got herself to go downstairs, she helped pack up the car for the waterpark. The only thing helping Y/N was her brother Max's excitement for the park.

The line was small when they arrived at the park, just as her parents always liked it. They wanted the best seats, always renting tents when getting in. Y/N usually stayed with her brother, riding slides with him or tanning beside her mother, who read her book.

Y/N wanted to talk to Negan about everything; it was eating her alive, just keeping casual conversations in front of her parents.

When walking into the park, you could hear the water instantly. Music played loudly of older 2000s hits. "Y/N, we have to go on the race one!" Max was excited, following their parents to the tent for the day. Y/N knew she caught Nean's eyes falling behind him, standing beside her father, Willam, helping carry things.

"We will, I promise." Y/N laughed, getting to their tent and laying everything out for today. Max was getting ready to go with his goggles in hand. "Come on, you can put that stupid tanning stuff on later." Max rushed his sister, wanting to get on the Raceway quickly.

"Come on, Max, I'll get in line with you and do a race while your sister finishes up." William followed his son, who was explaining how it all worked. Y/N laughed, hiding her wandering eyes with her sunglasses, watching Negan behind her.

"Come on, Y/N," Negan caught her eyes, quickly turning away from her mother, who was already laid back with a book. "We can race together." Y/N's mouth parted, clearing her throat, she could not even find the words to say. "Oh, you two going against Max and William?" Catherine laughed, "Just make sure to race with your brother once." Negan snickered. He loved messing with Y/N when he could.

Y/N smiled, stood up, adjusted her bathing suit, and threw the tanning oil and her sunglasses in her chair. Negan's eyes trailed down her body as she was hugged in a pink bikini for her choice today. He noticed every detail, which was more of a higher cut than she had had yesterday on the beach.

"I am going to beat all of them anyway." Y/N shot back, heading to the slide. She knew Negan's eyes were on her, giving her hips a more dip when she walked. The two walked up where they had the boards to slide down on, hanging to head up the stairs to the slide.

"You think you're funny, don't you?" Y/N's face fell, the two standing in place for a moment; Negan laughed, shaking his head and grabbing his own board. "I don't know what you're talking about, sweetheart." Negan shrugged it off like it was nothing; Y/N scoffed at him, following him up the high stairs.

The line was short, but there was a slight wait as they climbed up towards the line, continuing the conversation, "I found your shirt, by the way." Y/N said, out clear as day; Negan stopped turning to her, and his face fell. "Do you want it back?" Y/N smiled innocently.

"You can keep it, sweetheart." He mumbled out, continuing his walk. Y/N scoffed, rolling her eyes and continuing to follow his tracks until they reached the line.

Y/N and Negan were about seventh and eighth in line; she could see her father and Max at the top getting ready to be next to race. "Are you regretting anything?" Y/N asked; she wanted to know, feeling tension grow with him as she stood in line.

"I haven't regretted shit." Y/N's lip pierced, biting back another smile, "I'm just trying to stop myself from throwing you back into that car in the parking lot and taking that tight bathing suit off and fucking you." Negan said his last comment quieter; Y/N's eyes met his, who was eyeing her down.

"Is that all I am good for?" Y/N was severe in a way, but her voice was playful and flirty. "Oh, sweetheart, you are worth more than anything I own." Y/N's eyebrows furrowed, the line moved up, and they were following.

Y/N followed him to the slide beside him, waiting on the go. "Are you sure you can do this, old man?" Y/N asked, but his comment kept playing in her head repeatedly.

She was worth more than anything he'd owned.

"Oh, you know I can." He winked, watching the light in front of them go green.

The water was cold, and the slide was quickly hitting the bottom; feeling water go up her nose, Y/N laughed, getting up from the water and wiping her eyes. Her father and brother were waiting down below, laughing. Y/N turned, watching Negan get up, "Who won?" She turned to her father and brother.

"I think it was a tie; that was pretty funny." William laughed; Y/N turned to Negan, who took her board from her to put it away. "We all know I won." Y/N smiled, butterflies still growing from his comment.

And man, did Negan look good; the water glistened off him. Y/N knew she had to be careful with her stares. She did not have her shades to cover up the eyes that roamed his body like she was eating him alive.

Y/N knew that this would not end when the trip did; not only did his comment stir that thought in Y/N's brain, but she could not help but think she was falling for Negan.

Y/N knew she could not.

She shouldn't.

But she did.

--

The rest of the day was relatively quick; Max kept Negan and Y/N's mouths shut, just sharing glances at each other. Y/N desperately needed to text Graice; so much had been going on she had not got to update her on everything that had gone down.

When they returned to the condo to wash up for dinner, she sent her everything that had happened. She trusted her, knowing she would be happier than running off to tell someone. Y/N could only see the messages now.

Omg, you fucked him. Was it good?

You fucked him more than once? You Slut!

Omg, girl, Cal is going to get jelly! I love this!

Y/N was right on point with her best friend's response to getting the nasty chlorine water out of her hair after her shower. Y/N saw the five text messages Gracie blew up her phone with.

3:45PM

Gracie: Y/N L/N, you fucked him twice? Girl, you better be careful. 

3:47PM

Gracie: But, girl, was it good?

3:51PM

Gracie: Of course, it was good you fucked him twice; oh, was he significant? 

3:55PM

Gracie: If you do not answer me, hoe, I swear to God.

3:57PM

Graice: Are you fucking him now? 

Y/N snickered to herself, sitting on her bed with her towel wrapped tightly around her body. She quickly shot a few texts back to Graice, knowing her parents would start rushing out the door soon for dinner.

4:01PM

Y/N: It was honestly the best I have ever had, and we are being careful. I will have to call you later. xx

Y/N quickly got dressed into a sundress, getting herself looking in the mirror and feeling satisfied. While cleaning up her products off the bathroom mirror, the door creaked behind her, causing her to jump slightly. Her body turned quickly to the older male behind her. Negan leaned against the wall, his arms crossed, his eyes scanned over her body.

"You look beautiful, doll." Negan complimented her, her lips pursed together to hide her smile, "Your mom asked me to see if you were ready to go." Y/N's eyebrows rose, her lips curled.

"I could have been naked, and you're just walking in on your co-worker's daughter?" Y/N playfully joked; her voice was flirty, turning off the bathroom light passing Negan. Her fingers gently crossedwent his chest, and the smell of his cologne hit her nose. His eyes looked deep into hers; Y/N could feel him undress her with them. "I did not think you'd mind, sweetheart." He leaned in more, and Negan's lips brushed hers. Y/N could not help but let out a whimper. Negan chuckled at the sight of the two RLs, her wrapped around his finger.

He loved it.

His lips were placed on hers, moving in sync. Y/N cupped his cheeks, and Negan tasted the lipgloss she had applied moments ago. His hands gently squeezed her neck, pushing her against the wall behind them. Y/N grabbed onto the side of the wall behind her for support. The simple kiss was becoming more rough, his tongue fighting with her own.

"My-my parents are waiting." She fought against his lips; Y/N was out of breath, trying to push him back a little bit, holding onto his bicep. Negan growled in defeat; she was just too perfect. He wanted her every second he saw her.

"I want you to come to my room tonight, baby." Negan rarely said it, but it sent chills down to her core. It would make her whimper out just the very word coming out of his mouth; she was so submissive to him. She felt she would do anything he said as long as he called her baby. Negan's fingers slowly dragged down her lip, his eyes never leaving hers as she just looked up at him, "I got something special planned."

Negan shot her a wink, motioning for her to follow her out of the room. His hands gently lay on her back, closing her bedroom door behind her.

"Let's get our game faces on, sweetheart."

--

The restaurant was pretty packed.

Catherine left to reserve a table while William found the nearest parking spot. Luckily, Catherine got them a table before they started running out of room.

It was a beach deck restaurant on the water where you could watch the sun go down over the ocean. They got a decent view of everything, seeing the boats passing by as well. Y/N rested her sunglasses on the tip of her nose, eyeing her menu.

Negan sat across from her, gently rubbing his foot across her bare leg. Her eyes tried to stay on the menu before her while the waitress ordered a drink.

“I saw this cute little mini golf place up here. Maybe we could check out tonight.” Catherine brought up, opening her on the menu. Y/N’s focus could not leave Negan’s face, his covered foot sliding more on her bare legs. Nothing was breaking her trance until she heard a voice that made her cringe.

As the L/N family approached, Natilie, Calvin's mother, boisterously exclaimed, "Well, well, well, look who we have here! Y/N, you look stunning - just like a doll!" Though her face was heavily made up to conceal her plastic surgery, I stood tall and confident. Catherine and William graciously stood up to greet the family.

Y/N's eyes fell on Calvin standing beside his father, Luke shaking her father’s hand. Negan’s eyes watched Y/N tense, trying to hide behind her smile; he could tell her she was highly uncomfortable.

“We were just heading out; guess you will be at the party in a couple of days?” Luke started a conversation with William, and Catherine kept her conversation brief with Natalie. They were not big fans of the family by a long shot, but they were very generous people.

Calvin gave a slight wave to Y/N, giving him the fakest smile she could have done without her family paying any mind; Max, even as clueless as he could be, noticed how much his sister did not want to be there.

"Hey, I'm really craving a whiskey on the rocks right now," Negan chuckled. He quickly closed his menu and stood up from his seat. "Do you need anything, Y/N? I can take you along to the tiki bar nearby." Negan offered to accompany her with a quick smile.

As Y/N took the opportunity to step away from it all, her stomach filled with a sense of relief. She confidently said her goodbyes to the family, not letting anything hold her back. Though Calvin's face fell, she walked past him with her head held high, making her way to the bar alongside the older male.

Y/N and Negan were finally able to escape to the bar. Negan looked over his shoulder to ensure that no one was watching them. He placed his hands on the small of Y/N's back, causing her to tense up before trying to relax at his touch. "What would you like to drink, doll?" Negan asked Y/N while signaling the bartender over with a whistle.

Y/N confidently requested for a drink, not caring about the type. Negan promptly ordered them both a whiskey on the rocks. Y/N eagerly gulped hers down as soon as Negan handed it over, while he leisurely sipped his own, smirking.

“Do you need another one?”

“I need a shot is what I need.” Y/N joked handing over her glass to Negan; he quickly reached the bar without an eye on him for the whole bottle of whiskey. He poured her another glass, letting her drink in silence.

“You don’t need to let him bother you like that.” Negan replied, “Ain’t nothing about him worth getting worked up about.” He chuckled at his comment, and it made Y/N smile a little.

“It’s not just Cal, it’s his whole family,” Y/N stirred her drink, “His mother practically begged me to get back together with him once she figured out why, she blamed his father. It was a huge problem, my parents even hate them and they like everyone.”

“Well, Nathan is a pussy of a man, that’s for sure,” Negan knew him well. He had worked with him for years; he knew he cheated on his wife on multiple occasions. Negan just worked with Nathan, making deals with him in the company; he was a good businessman. At least, “I take it Cal learned the ways of his father.”

Y/N took a sip from her second glass, feeling the rush of alcohol warming her up. She nodded in agreement with Negan, who was sitting next to her at the bar. "We should probably head back now," she said, glancing at her watch. "My parents must have run them off by now." She smiled at Negan, feeling grateful for the company. "I don't think I've ever had this much alone time with you," she said, filling her glass once more. "It's nice to just hang out and talk without any distractions." Negan grinned and gave her a playful wink. The two of them grabbed their drinks and headed back to their table.

“That’s the only time you want anyways.” Y/N rolled her eyes playfully, sharing a laugh with the older man. She tried to keep her hands from touching him; Negan’s hands were also tempted, walking up the stairs back to their table to her waist. “I like you more than just for that, sweetheart.” Negan assured her she was not just some fuck and go, “Hell, I like you a lot. And I love the sex.”

Y/N’s face reddened, returning to the table and seeing the Pearson family finally leave. “There you two are, thank you, Negan. I know Y/N was dying to get away.” William pulled his seat back up for his daughter, her eyes meeting Negan’s.

“I didn’t wanna seem rude, but I know a distressed woman.” Negan’s eyes never left hers, and he tried to shake off this feeling he was getting from this young woman.

What was she doing to him?

—

It was a quick night out; Y/N’s family and Negan played a round of mini golf at a cute local place close to the condos. It was pirate-themed, a newer one her family had never been to. William and Negan were the top winners; even Max did better than Y/N in some moments.

Upon returning to the condo, everyone was completely drained from the effort of reaching their respective rooms as quickly as possible. Y/N, feeling the weight of anticipation and excitement, knew that she would be sneaking into Negan's room that night. She carefully retrieved the deck from her pocket and made her way towards his room, her heart racing with every step. As she closed the door to her own room for the night, Negan's words lingered in her mind, echoing through her thoughts.

I have something special planned, doll.

Y/N wanted to squeal excited; she did not know why she was getting so worked up. Y/N started to lay out her nightwear for the night. Leaving her clothes on from the night out, she headed to the deck to go to Negan’s room.

Y/N was feeling nervous and had butterflies in her stomach. She made it to the glass door which was covered in blinds and gave a light knock. She looked over her shoulders and checked her surroundings as she waited for a response. When the door opened, Negan taller figure stood above her, smirking down at her. “Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” Negan teased, her face reddened entering his room. Her eyes scanned his room, she had not even seen his room yet.

Y/N couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation as she stepped into Negan's room. The space was familiar, with the same size bed and bathroom off to the side, but there was a buzz in the air that hinted at something exciting to come. The sea shell lamps beside the tables cast a warm glow over the room, and Y/N couldn't help but wonder what Negan had planned for them. As she looked around, she noticed that Negan's clothes were carefully organized in the closet, as if he had gone out of his way to make sure everything was just right. When Negan's eyes met hers, Y/N's heart skipped a beat. He stepped closer to her, pulling out his phone and wiggling it in the air as he grabbed the car keys from behind the dresser. Y/N couldn't wait to see what adventures awaited them as they headed out into the night.

Her eyebrows furrowed, “I texted your father I was going to head out for a bit,” Negan smiled, “I didn’t tell him his daughter was going to come with me, though.” Negan opened his bedroom door, checking out to see if everyone was asleep. Y/N's face widened, and her mouth parted slightly. She could not find words to say.

“I figure y’ lock your door, and no one should bother you anyways for the rest of the night.” Negan gave her the idea for that night, “take the deck back to your room tonight or tomorrow.” His lips curled, sending a wink her way. This man was making her speechless.

“Negan, you can not be serious.” Y/N laughed. She was shaking her head. She could not believe him. Where did he even want to go?

Y/N's hand felt heavy as it rested on her forehead, her mind racing with thoughts of what could go wrong. She watched as his hand reached for her, beckoning her to follow him. Despite her guilt, she couldn't resist his charm and the moment's excitement. The two of them quickly slipped out of the house, careful not to be seen by anyone.

“You’re worse than half of the boys I dated that snuck me out of the house,” Y/N whispered, shutting the garage door behind them; she knew that if they got caught, they could talk themselves out of this one, she hoped. But other times, when they are half naked or even bare naked in bed together, there is no explaining that.

Negan chuckled, opening the door for her. She got in, and Negan got on the other side, getting them out of the condo area. It was later in the night; most places were starting to close. Y/N's mind wondered what they would do once they started to hit town.

“Where are you taking us?” Y/N finally asked Negan, and he was quiet momentarily, keeping that smirk on his face. “You hungry, sweetheart?” He turned to her. Y/N was still pretty full from dinner; they always had bigger meals on vacation.

“I think I’m okay, and most places are closing now.” YN knew everything closed from 10 PM to 12 AM; the town would get quiet afterward, and security roamed the beaches. “Well, I know this ice cream shop is open til later,” Negan suggested. Y/N's lips curled, her fingers playing with the ends of her dress.

“Negan, are you suggesting a date with me?” Y/N’s voice was flirty, and her hand fell to his upper thigh, rubbing it gently. His snicker sent chills down her spine. Y/N maintained her confidence, “More specifically, an ice cream date?”

Negan's hand rested on hers, sending shivers down her spine as his voice whispered, "I'd say it's a date, sweetheart." He took her hand away from his thighs, holding it in place. "But I know you deserve more than just an ice cream date," he added with a hint of excitement in his voice.

As Y/N and Negan drove along, they couldn't stop laughing and enjoying each other's company. Suddenly, Negan's blinker turned into a charming ice cream parlor, with a colorful sign displaying the flavors of the day. The place wasn't too crowded, with only a few people sitting outside, savoring their delicious ice cream cones and thick milkshakes. The sweet aroma of freshly made waffle cones filled the air, tempting Y/N and Negan to step inside and indulge in a tasty treat.

“I’m glad I did not change into my PJs for this.” Y/N joked Negan’s eyes met hers before getting out of the car. “I should have kept it clear to stay dressed for this occasion.” Negan hands rubbed her bare thigh. He kept making her smile, and he loved it. The way her face would reddened, her lips piercing with a smile.

It made Negan a happy man.

—

While in a car parked in a lot near the ice cream shop, Y/N and Negan shared their ice cream. Y/N opened up to Negan and shared things with him like she would with Gracie. During their conversation, Negan also talked about his life and the passing of his wife. Although their conversation was not always pleasant, it mostly revolved around sweet topics.

“You can not tell me that you never had car sex?” Y/N was stunned by Negan’s comment. They were sharing the craziest places they had sex; she bit into her cone, watching Negan laugh. “Never did, sweetheart,” Negan replied honestly, “Did it in public before, not in a car, though it seems too crowded, doll.” He motioned around them; Y/N's eyes wandered to as well as her mind,

“We could test a theory.” Y/N licked the ice cream, dripping onto her fingers slowly. Negan watched her, his eyes scanning her. He chuckled, which seemed darker. She could see his eyes even go darker with lust. Y/N got closer to him, her hand resting on his thighs. Negan’s face tried to stay serious, but he felt tension grow. He growled under his breath, letting his hand slip up, pulling down the strap of her dress.

“We need to be quick, sweetheart.”

Y/N was instantly on him, his lips crashing onto his. His hands went up hee dress to her hips, squeezing them roughly. She moaned with his kiss, feeling his nails dig into her.

“We need to get in the backseat.” Y/N mumbled against his lips, both climbing into the back. "I want you to fuck me," Y/N was desperate for him, Her voice was hoarse as a smirk spread across his lips. She grinded into his thighs, her hands wrapping around his neck.

"Were you not taught any fuckin' manners?"

“Please.” She begged, laying her down on the seat above her.

Y/N waited for what felt like forever to feel his touch on her. Y/N groaned in frustration, the anticipation killing her.

"Please..." she started to plead in whimpering gasps. Sweat forming on her forehead, the ache in her cunt becoming unbearable. "Please fuck me, Daddy."

“That's a good girl." Y/N felt his breath against his neck and within seconds she felt her insides burn as they were stretched open. Negan had his cock buried completely inside l hee. She let out a moan feelinf his free hand cover hee mouth. His thrust were rough, the car steaming up.

Y/N could feel the orgasm building.

Negan was unforgiving and relentless. The sound of skin slapping against his accompanying the moans and heavy breathing from the both of them. Fuckin' fuck... fuck..." Negan grunted with each thrust.

He seemed to thrust deeper still, hitting a part of you her felt like it had never been touched before. Y/N whimpered again, feeling his hands dig into her thighs once more, she knew she was close. His thrusts were sloppier feeling himself get closer with her.

Y/N moaned against his hand, clenching around him feeling herself come on his cock. Negan could feel her wetness drip down him which sent him over the edge.

“You dirty fuckin' slut," Negan whispered into your ear. "I can feel your cum dripping down my fucking legs.“ Her eyes rolled back of her head, digging her nails into his shoulders. Both out of breath, Negan placed kisses on her neck slowly.

THE YEARLY VACATION 0

Summary: Each year Y/N’s parents take their vacation down to Florida for ten days and her dads yearly business trip. This time it’s different though, her dads hot boss Negan Smith is staying with them in their condo for the whole ten days. Y/N’s lustful thoughts that she had always were about to grow into something much more than she ever imagined. More than just them coming true....

Characters: Negan Smith, The Reader, Graice (OC), Calvin (OC), William L/N (Readers Father), Catherine L/N (Readers Mother), and Max (Readers Younger Brother).

Warnings: cursing, mentions of sexual relations, age gap (the reader is around 21 or 22 and Negan is in his late 30s to early 40s.), mentions of lustful acts with older male, and fake business.

THE NIGHT BEFORE

"The suitcase won't close!" Y/N grunted out, sitting on top of her black suitcase. Her silk Pj top made her slip a little as the young woman fought with the zipper aggressively, not even caring if she broke one of her few suitcases. Gracie, her best friend, laughed through the phone. "Then take some stuff out!" Y/N saw the zipper finally close as she breathed out, falling back onto her bed.

"Grace, it's a ten-day trip; I at least need five extra outfits still, pajamas, swim, shoes-." Gracie cut her off, laughing; every girl loves to overpack. "God, I will miss you while you're gone!" Gracie admitted to her best friend, Y/N, taking her off the speaker and bringing the phone to her ear. "I will miss you too, but I need a beach trip. College has been such a bitch." Y/N groaned. She had one more year, and she had her degree. It was now summer break, and she was back home in Chicago.

Her family lived relatively well, maybe beyond their means.

Y/N's father, William, was a partial business owner. William was the assistant CEO of Negan Smith's company. William made billions of dollars for the company and millions of dollars for his family. Y/N's family life seemed perfect. Her parents, especially her father, spoiled his eldest daughter. Of course, William and Catherine spoiled their kids and loved them equally. But Y/N was her daddy's little princess, no matter how old she was.

Negan had always been relatively close with the family. Negan Smith, CEO of his father's company now. His father's legacy he chose Y/N's father to help lead him.

Negan owned the most prominent finance industry running through Chicago, now opening places down to Florida. Y/N's family has known the Smiths for a while. Negan was a proper man and a bright man. Negan was once married to a woman named Lucille. She was always a sweet lady when Y/N started to meet them on a few occasions a year when she was fifteen. Y/N remembered she got sick when she turned eighteen and died later that year. Negan was heartbroken and crushed that summer he didn't get to the yearly event in Florida.

Over the years after, more than just casual conversations grew between Negan and Y/N. They became perfect friends and could have easy conversations without being awkward. She always felt some attraction for the man; he was a handsome older man. Then Y/N met Calvin, her first serious relationship. The first ever boy she gave her virginity to. Y/N was eighteen when it happened, but Calvin still deserved the boy title. She dated Calvin for almost two years when she found him in bed with a white, blonde tramp.

It broke her heart when it happened too. Y/N was twenty years old when she experienced her first real heartbreak. Y/N chose her college for Calvin and moved in with Calvin to Georgia. Y/N gave up a chunk of her life for this boy. After the incident, she transferred to a college closer to home outside Chicago. She moved back in with her parents, staying on campus during her terms.

After entirely moving back in, Y/N continued their yearly vacations every summer. This would be her first full year without being in a relationship. Sure, after Cavlin, she had a few one-night stands, but she could not experience anymore with relationships. She was scared to have her heart broken once more.

"So, what are you going to do about Mr. Smith?" Gracie asked; she smirked to herself against the phone. Y/N scoffed at her best friend playfully, lying down on her back. "You think you are funny, Grace." Y/N snickered to herself; she bit her lip at the thought. "There is nothing I can do!"

"Oh, there are plenty of things you can do, Y/N." Y/N busted out laughing at Gracie, her face reddened with laughter and blushing. "He is my father's boss and good friend. Who is extremely hot and staying with us over a week." Y/N realized how hard it would be; she couldn't help but have that feeling of wanting to tease him. She tried to win him over and have the best days of her life with him during that vacation. "Y/N, I have seen how that man looks at you at the house parties your dad throws," Gracie admitted, trying to convince her friend to go through with what she wanted to do, "You both are consensual adults. What is the harm in having a little fun on your vacation?"

Y/N thought for a moment; there was no way he could want her the way she wanted him. Her mouth partly opened as there was a knock on her bedroom door. "Grace, I will have to call you back," She retrieved from her bed, heading to the door, "Love you!"

"Love you! Make sure to use a condom-" Y/N hung up the phone, quickly cutting her best friend off. Y/N tried to hide her smile from Graice's joke opening the door and relaying her father.

"Hey honey, is your suitcase packed so I can carry it downstairs?" William, her father, asked her. She smiled at her father, pointing over to the bed. "Yeah, Dad, it is over there on the bed." Y/N walked over, helping her father move her carry-on and other clothes over the bed.

"Be sure to be up in time; our flight is at 10:45AM." Her father instructed; William to ensure they were always on time for their flights. Y/N snickered slightly at her father's instructions; she kept listening as he moved her suitcase closer outside her room. He pulled her ticket out of her father's pocket, pointing his finger at his daughter.

"Do not lose it; you will sit first class with me and your mother this year. Max will be sitting in Coach." Y/N squealed in excitement, scanning over her ticket, "Me and your mother be upper in front; you and Negan be closer in back together." Y/N's stomach dropped upon hearing that name and the word together.

"Together-like-uh sitting together?" Y/N tried to keep her words together. She knew what she had heard but could not believe it. William laughed, oblivious to what her daughter was thinking of his boss. "Yes, sweetie, what are you worried about? You seem to get along just fine!" Her father smiled at her, not even remotely close to her sister's thoughts.

Y/N not only had to go on a trip with Negan but also had to sit with him the whole plane ride there. They would be inches away from each other, elbow to elbow. The young woman felt like a silly schoolgirl, crushing on this man again. Y/N felt like she could not control herself around him; she couldn't believe how much the urge had grown. "No, no dad it is okay." She responded to her father, faking a yawn and a big stretch.

"I am just a little tired; I will head to bed soon." Y/N was not fully lying; she was tired. She had been getting ready for the trip all day. She got her nails done, had a hair appointment, went to lunch with her mother, and had been packing all day. "Alright, sweetie, I will leave you to it," he kissed his daughter's forehead, shutting the door behind him.

Y/N could hear her father's footsteps walk away further from her room, hearing her suitcase roll against their floor. Y/N did her best to hide her feelings towards her father's boss. She only told her best friend, Gracie. It was like a celebrity crush, a person she would never have. Y/N felt like it was more than just a crush, maybe not a crush.

It was lust.

Y/N turned her lights down low and crawled into her bed, wrapping the thick sheets around her. She thought about pulling one of her books from her carry-on, but all she wanted to do was think.

Daydream.

The younger woman felt like this trip would just make her crave his touch. All she could think about was his hands caressing her skin and curves. Y/N wondered what his lips tasted like, what he tasted like. She should not have these thoughts; she had somewhat of a guilty conscience.

She thought of her father's career and how it could affect not only her father but Negan's whole company. Could she just throw herself at this man without any consequences? Could she give in to the days she had with Negan to do what she really wanted to do? What if Y/N did decide to try and seduce Negan?

What if it worked? 

What if it does not work, and she completely embarrasses herself, getting her dad fired from the job he worked for years. She knew all it would be just a few days with some lustful actions.

Right?

THE YEARLY VACATION II

Summary: Each year Y/N’s parents take their vacation down to Florida for ten days and her dads yearly business trip. This time it’s different though, her dads hot boss Negan Smith is staying with them in their condo for the whole ten days. Y/N’s lustful thoughts that she had always had were about to grow into something much more than she ever imagined. More than just them coming true..

Characters: Negan Smith, The Reader, Grace(OC), Calvin (OC), William L/N (Readers Father), Catherine L/N (Readers Mother), Max (Readers Younger Brother), and a few other OC characters mentioning through the series.

Warnings: cursing,shower sex,mentions of sexual relations, age gap (the reader is around is 21 or 22 and Negan is in his late 30s to early 40s.), dirty talk, daddy k!nk, mentions of daddy issues, SMUT, mentions of oral sex (female), oral sex (male), dirty talk, smoking w33d, teasing, unprotected sex, drinking, public sexual activity, not fully edited.

A/N: I’m so sorry for just now updating, I have had recent loss in the family where I just was not motivated to write. I’m finally getting back in the groove. 🫶 also over 8,000 words I apologize..

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DAY TWO

Y/N's eyes fluttered open, her eyes adjusting to the sun peaking out of the closed curtains. She glanced around her surroundings, realizing she was not in her room but her vacation room.

She felt so heavy like she had not slept that hard since naptime as a toddler. All of the memories of last night floated back to her, turning her face red.

Y/N's eyes darted to the crinkled empty sheets beside her. She placed her hand there, still feeling warmth from the body next to her. She felt the covers close to her, lifting herself off the bed; Y/N almost felt embarrassed about last night. Negan had her pressed against the bathroom sink last night at the party. How slow his touches were, making her come on his fingers in the bathroom. Y/N could barely gather herself to walk back out of the bathroom to the party; she knew she was flustered. She felt every stare she got that night knew what they did, even though she knew no one had seen them together.

They mainly kept their distance at the party; Y/N tried to stay near her family, away from Calvin. Luckily, Calvin did not bother her for the rest of the night; Y/N was sure she caught his eye on her. After the party, Y/N rushed to her room, needing to be away from people for a while. She felt pits in her stomach throughout the whole party; all she could think about was Negan.

How much he told her he wanted her.

How he told her he was going to come "eat her pussy tonight, not to lock the door."

Y/N questioned if he would even come once she started to get ready for bed, putting her PJs on. She was exhausted from that night and traveling all day. She knew her family would want to go out on the beach tomorrow. How was she going to wear bikinis around Negan? Every moment, she will be enjoying him now.

She kept the TV on, trying to wait on him to see when he would show if Negan would show. Maybe he was embarrassed, too? Perhaps he regretted it, and this would be the most awkward vacation ever. Finally, Y/N remembered her looking at the clock reading 12:42 AM. She was already thinking how his tongue would have felt through her folds, licking her up and down. It made her wet just thinking about it, closing her thighs together underneath the thick sheets. When turning the TV off and getting ready to turn the lamp off beside her, Y/N heard her door creak. It made her jump, covering up a bit in case it was her brother; she knew her family was always knocked through.

He entered quietly, thinking she would be deep asleep; Negan was surprised to see her still up. It excited him to see how eager she wanted him, how much she craved him. Y/N knew she'd be right about how good his tongue felt, the way she covered her mouth, trying not to scream to wake anyone up. She barely remembered how she fell asleep that night, and even Negan left the room that morning.

Y/N did not know how to face this man today, especially in front of her family.. all day.

The young woman reached over to the nightstand for her phone, seeing a couple of messages from her mother. It was still early in the morning, about 7:30 AM. Her mother and father went out for the grocery pickup for the week not too long ago. She was glad they were not here right now; she needed time to wrap her head around this all. Y/N grabbed her robe nearest to her in the chair beside her, wrapping it around her; she pulled her blinds open, letting the sunrise light up her room.

It was a sunny day, with hardly any clouds in the sky. Her feet moved towards her belongings in the closet. Y/N's hands roamed her backpack, clipping open the secured box. The perfectly rolled blunts she packed still in. She knew it would be a perfect time to go before anyone got up or returned to the condo. Y/N slipped her house shoes on, with her lighter in hand, sliding the door open instantly. Seagull calls rang through her ear. The waves calmed her ears, relaxing her body now before even sitting down. Y/N sat in the patio chair, keeping the robe close to her half-naked body underneath.

Y/N let the rolled-up blunt between her fingers, flickering the lighter, letting it rest in the flame. It was a private place; a few people roamed the beach in condos around them. Y/N finally brought the blunt up to her lips, and the smoke burned her throat, and she coughed a little. She relaxed in the chair underneath her, keeping her puffs brief. Her mind still wanted to wander off about Negan, everything about what happened. It was all like it was a dream. Her teeth biting the ends of her nails, watching the sun get higher with the day, kept her zoned out into her thoughts.

"You're just full of surprises, ain't ya?" She heard, causing Y/N to jump slightly. The blunt almost fell out of her hands, choking instantly on the smoke hitting her throat. Y/N coughed, swaying away the smoke before her, turning the man standing at the end of the deck. Negan leaned against the railing, and he had a robe on himself loosely tied around him. His hair was messy, and his appearance was unkempt from waking up. But man, did he still look good. Y/N found a lump in her throat, and her words kept jumbling over her head about what to say. Y/N was usually confident with men, but Negan made her highly nervous; he was intimidating.

Negan had his famous smirk, with two steamed coffee cups in his hand. The older man walked closer, offering her one of the cups, causing a smile to form, and accepting the coffee from him. Negan took a place beside her, sitting in the chair beside her. There was an awkward silence for a moment; neither knew what to say. Y/N noticed the blunt between her fingers was out. She just reached over for her lighter again, repeating her actions. Negan leaned back in his chair, coffee in his hand, keeping his eyes on the younger woman. She puffed out a cloud of smoke, holding it in her hands and offering it to Negan. Negan could not help but chuckle, sitting his coffee beside hers. Negan could not remember the last time he smoked, probably since his early days in college.

Negan let his fingers graze Y/N's, accepting the rolled joint. Y/N carefully blew on her coffee. Negan had a slight guilt built in him from the desire for her, and he hated how he moved so quickly on her last night. He hated how he had these sorts of feelings for his friend's daughter, his co-worker. He is the CEO of a billion-dollar company, and he was risking it all for her. Negan felt he could keep up with the secrets for this trip, especially just being another nine days on this trip. They could stop after that and go back to how everything was before. Negan hoped maybe that desire would fade after, and he honestly thought perhaps he was an idiot for thinking it would, especially after getting a taste.

Y/N finally built up the confidence to break the silence between them. "My parents left to go pick up groceries' if that's where you're wondering my dad is." She sipped the warm coffee, keeping her eyes on the beach. It was not much to say, especially when he had her screaming last night, but she still felt so awkward around him. Negan coughed slightly, letting a puff out of smoke. Y/N giggled, watching how good he looked. "You're taking it like a pussy." Y/N joked, causing a playful scoff from the older male. She took the blunt back from Negan, letting it rest between her lips.

Negan continued. "Your mom left a note in the kitchen, they must trust me with their daughter." Negan chuckled and was dark. Y/N could not help but turn red from Negan's comment. She could not help but feel guilty about being turned on by it, too. Y/N loved the thrill of her parents having no idea what was happening, and she could not believe how oblivious they were to the whole thing.

"Y'know, doll, you do not have to be so shy around me," Negan replied, noticing how nervous she was, the way she shifted in her seat. Y/N rolled the blunt in her hand, which was halfway through. She felt more relaxed, and her anxiety felt more heightened, though. Y/N snickered, shrugging her shoulders slightly. "I am not sure what to say," The younger woman turned to him, "I get it. I had a lot to say last night." Negan laughed at her comment, enjoying everything about this. Y/N handed the blunt back to him, watching it slowly go to his lips.Y/N was curled up in her seat, keeping her robe close. He thought she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen; he never wanted anyone more.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Y/N questioned; Negan did not know how long he'd been staring at her, "You let the blunt go out again." She smiled at him as Negan's teeth grazed over his bottom lip. "I am just wondering how good you'd look with your lips around me." Y/N almost spit out her coffee, coughing slightly, laying her cup down. She locked her eyes with him, stunned by his comment. "Why are you so confident?" Y/N wondered, her face furrowed with confusion. Negan stood up from his chair, her eyes following his movements. Y/N's words started to scatter again around her head, and her nerves grew higher. "I-uh-We are on the deck Negan." Y/N tried to back up, but she knew she was just in this patio chair stuck in front of the taller man standing in front of her.

"Did not stop you from smoking, though, sweetheart." Negan commented, gesturing to the bare blunt they had now had, flicking it away, "But my eyes are open, sweetheart. I see where we are." Negan leaned down, inches from her, "The real question is, why are you not confident?"

Y/N stayed silent, a little confused about Negan's question. He was wondering why he threw the question right back at her, but she had been doing the same things recently with him. "You should be confident," His fingers rested underneath her chin, Y/N a little jumpy still from his touches, "I know you see yourself every day, doll." Y/N scoffed, trying to turn her head away; Negan gripped her tighter, turning her head towards him. He pulled her closer.

"Do you wanna go inside?" Negan asked her calmly, keeping his grip tight around her chin. His eyes moved to her robe opening more, from her hands not holding it up anymore. Y/N grew butterflies in her stomach, and she wanted to go in with it. Her parents, though, could return now, but they'd be secured in her bedroom. It gave her a little rush, though she hated to admit she loved it.

"Let's go to my room." Y/N quickly answered, standing up from her seat before Negan, holding her robe closed. He was much taller than her, standing over her. Negan's eyes were deep into hers, sending chills down her spine. She tried to keep her emotions together, keeping her eyes on him. Negan snatched one of her hands quickly. Y/N held the other hand tightly on her robe, feeling it slip when he pulled her into the room. Negan slid the door instantly without hesitation, pushing her against the glass. His lips were immediately on hers, catching her off guard.

Her hands flew up instantly to his face. Y/N felt the cold glass on her back as the robe slid down. She kept her lips on his. "We have to be quick." Negan guided her towards her unmade bed, holding his hands low on her waist. Y/N remembered his comment that she should be confident. Maybe it would turn him on even more. Y/N's hands went to his chest, stopping him from pushing her on the bed right behind them. His eyes shot open, and he looked down at her. Y/N's hands slowly removed the robe from her, revealing she was naked underneath just her lace undies. Negan's eyes scanned her body hungrily. Y/N felt she should cover up, but she fought the urge to cover herself.

Negan's hands gripped her thighs, wrapping her around him. She squealed, not realizing how loud she was being. She felt the bed underneath her and the sheets wrapping around her body. His lips fell back on hers, and she removed his robe so she wouldn't be alone. Negan had loose boxers hanging from his waist, and her hands rubbed over his bare arms. Y/N's legs wrapped around his waist and pushed his hardened member closer to her., keeping their lips attached. "How much time do you think we have?" Negan wondered aloud if the older daughter knew her parent's schedule well enough from previous vacations. Her parents seemed to have a pristine schedule for vacations and events they went to. "Why you actually wanna fuck me right now?" She giggled; her voice seemed filled with a slight annoyance, though. She wanted him so badly, but Y/N was not one to beg either too much. She had particular pride she liked to keep up and did not let her guard down easily to some people.

Negan's hands slightly grazed the front of her throat with his hands, gripping tightly, keeping his lips on hers. Her question made him smirk, and he could feel her hands bringing his loose boxers down his waist. Before he could answer her question, she was already asking him another question that sent a chill down his spine. "Or maybe I can help you out instead?" She inquired. He could feel the smirk against his lips. Y/N's eyes finally opened, making direct eye contact with Negan's eyes. Y/N wanted to help Negan, seeing his member springing out as his boxers fell to the floor. Y/N thought she could catch a glimpse in his eyes of happiness; it was the only way she could explain it.

"As long as your offering, sweetheart." Negan's voice was like music to her ears, her hands pushing him down to the bed. Her lips instantly on his, resting on top of him. Negan's hands touched every curve. Feeling how smooth her skin was, the goosebumps creeping up her skin. "You want me to suck your dick, daddy?" Y/N questioned, her eyes feeling heavier. She noticed Negan's eyes glossed over, a lazy smirk plastered on his face. Her body slowly moved down, Negan wrapping his hands around her loose hair. Her lips grazing the tip, a groan came from the older male.

"Do you see me stopping you, doll?"

She craved to taste him. His dick was big, more significant than she had ever had before. Negan tilted her chin up to look him in the eyes as he guided one of her hands to it. "Don't be nervous, baby, you can take it." His eyes closed as Y/N licked from the base to the tip. She was pumping it with complex and firm strokes and flashing him an innocent look as she kept taking as much of him as she could in her mouth. Strings of mumbled praises fell from his lips as she sucked him off. Drool drips down her chin as she choked on his dick.

“Good girl.”

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Y/N stared at herself in the mirror, adjusting her bathing suit. It was a small, high-waisted black bathing suit. It was still early morning, and her parents loved the long days on the beach. They would set up a tent to have snacks and a cooler full of drinks ready for the hot day.

She could not believe she was about to face Negan before her parents after the incident this morning. The rush she had when she heard the car doors slam from outside, feeling Negan cum in her throat. Y/N face reddened slightly, and she slipped on her matching cover-up. Y/N knew she had a long day ahead of her, and her nerves had her almost shaking. How could one man have her this jittery?

Y/N finally exited her room, her beach bag in hand. She glanced over at Negan's room and saw the door shut, and she wondered if he was still getting ready or waiting for downstairs like everyone else. Temptation grew to take a peak in the room. Y/N finally moved away from between the doors, heading downstairs and seeing her mother and father packing up the cooler.

"Y/N, help me with the cooler; your father needs to get the tent." Catherine smiled at her daughter. William started packing up the rolling cart with chairs. "Did you sleep well, dear?" Y/N heard her mother ask, having flashbacks of Negan being with her last night.

"Uh yeah, hard as a rock," Y/N mumbled, handing her mother drinks from the cooler. Y/N saw her brother run out from the hallway connecting to the living area, hands full of towels, giving them to their father. "There's my boy, how did you sleep?" Catherine smiled at her younger child; Y/N's attention turned to the older male walking down the stairs. Negan had his dark blue swim shorts and a t-shirt covering himself up, and his flip-flops clicked. His presence instantly made her face red. Y/N tried to keep her eyes away from him. "Hey man, mind helping me with this tent?" Y/N heard her father ask Negan, and she could hear the two men start a conversation, helping one another with the rolling cart.

"You're quiet this morning, Y/N." Catherine commented, keeping herself quiet so boys didn't hear them, "Everything okay?" No, I could throw up right now. The younger woman thought to herself, her stomach twisting with her nerves growing. Y/N felt like she had eyes roaming her; she wondered how she would make it through the day.

"I'm fine, Mother," Y/N smiled, "I'm having a good time, I promise." Y/N glanced over to her father and Negan; she was right about having eyes on her. Negan's eyes shifted over to her, helping her father while he kept talking to his boss. Catherine shrugged off her daughter, feeling like her daughter would tell her the truth if something was the matter. Her mother grabbed the cooler, giving the boys to put in their cart. "Is this about everything?" William questioned, seeing how much room they were getting in the cart.

"I think so, sweetheart. You men can roll the cart." Catherine patted her husband's chest, kissing him on the cheek. William chuckled at his wife, but Y/N still kept her eyes low. She kept herself quiet and away, Max handing her a few of his comics to slide into the beach bag she had in hand. "Can you put them underneath a towel so they don't get wet?" Max asked. Y/N chuckled, moving stuff around in her bag. "Yeah, they should be fine." Y/N handed her bag off to her father, which Negan grabbed from her, making eye contact and giving her a smile that sent chills down her spine.

"Thanks." She quietly said, her fingertips grazing his. Y/N kept her head down, holding her swim cover close, feeling exposed. Y/N felt like she should be comfortable, but her parents were making everything worse. Negan was making things worse; she kept feeling his eyes on her.

Thankfully, her father finally spoke out.

"Head downstairs to the deck. I will meet you girls down there." William smiled at his wife and daughter, letting the girls head to the beach.

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It was pretty hot to be mid-morning still. A few people were on the beach, which was not too crowded like the public beaches. Most were families, little children splashing on the ocean bay. William and Negan had Max setting up the tent near the water. Catherine was fighting with Max already to put sunscreen on, both cream and spray. Y/N knew the routine, and she sat close in the chairs they rented out, applying tanning oil. "Thought you may like this." Negan walked over to her, his shirt now off. His swim shorts were right above his knee, and she saw by the shine of his skin he had applied sunscreen. Y/N sunglasses rested on her face, hiding her wandering eyes. She gave him a warm smile, unable to speak, reaching for her bag. "You know you can talk to me still." Negan joked, causing her chuckle from Y/N, "I only bite behind closed doors."

"Better be careful, Negan." Y/N teased, standing tall now in front of him, laying her bag down on the chair, "We don't wanna get sloppy." Y/N knew that the longer this continued, the sloppier they could get with their actions and wandering eyes.

William and the boys had the tent up in just minutes, trying to get everything set up for the day. Y/N let herself in the water to have a breather from everyone. Her family rested briefly, and her mother started one of her books. Max had his board heading for the water to catch the waves. Y/N relaxed more profoundly into the water, her hair up high with her sunglasses still covering her eyes. They helped hide her stares from Negan. She felt he knew exactly what he was doing, how his skin shined in the sun.

The way his veins showed, his muscles.

The water was brighter blue, pretty much see-through. It was so calm and relaxing against her skin. She could feel the stress leave her body, relaxing her muscles. Y/N felt like she was on top of the world; she felt like all this was a dream come true. She could almost pitch herself, thinking this could not be real. She used to dream of these nights, but now, the most exotic dreams about this man are coming to life. She had eight more days filled with the same routine her parents have had for years, but Negan added so much more. She has not felt like this in a long time, and no man has ever made her feel this way.

She did not care how much older he was; Y/N wanted more. It was a craving she had had for a long time, finally fulfilled. Y/N was quiet on the beach, keeping herself in the water or one of her books. Negan would share a few conversations with her occasionally, even in the water. He loved to make her laugh; hearing her giggle was music to his ears. Negan would crack a joke here and there, especially when they could be alone in the water, her smile brightening her whole face. She was sometimes nervous, feeling butterflies grow in her stomach with each stare and each word that came out of his mouth. Y/n felt like she was on a high.

Negan could not keep his eyes off her that entire time they were on the beach. How that wet bathing suit stuck to her body, showing her curves. The water dripped down her body when she got out of the water; how perfect she still looked soaked by the water. Negan could fuck her right then and there, but she was special. Y/N was something else to Negan; he could not put it precisely into words, but it had him feeling like he was a young teenager again. Negan's thoughts would wander how he had her pressed against the sink last night, having her begging him to fuck her.

He sneaked into her room, seeing how she stayed up just for him. Negan wanted to give her everything she possibly deserved.

They stayed hours on the beach, finally getting ready to pack up midday. Y/N felt sweaty, and her hair was half wet from the water. She could feel sand between her toes, and she knew she probably had sand in her bathing suit. She felt disgusting, desperate for a shower. She knew her family to be quick inside the condo to wash up to go out for dinner. Usually leaving most of their things on the beach to return during the days they planned, they washed up on the deck before heading back inside.

"Go-karts tonight?" Max asked, his face brightened at the idea he brought up to his family getting in from the beach. William and Catherine shared a laugh, putting the belongings they brought out up. "Yeah, if that's okay with everyone." Catherine smiled. Y/N was not much of a fan of them, but she always let her brother ride with her. Max was old enough to drive alone, so she knew she could escape it. "Oh hell yeah," Negan was amused, "I always take that seriously."

"Oh, we love getting crazy out there." William joked that Y/N was trying to find the best way to get upstairs into her shower. "Y/N, you gonna race with us?" He questioned his daughter, giving all the attention to her.

Negan had a chance to get to observe her more, her skin more red from getting sun. Sweat beamed down her forehead, still hot as ever to him. Y/N could only feel his stares at her, feeling like he was eating her alive. "Uh, maybe Dad." Y/N laughed, "Y'know, I always get the bad carts if I ride."

Y/N finally got her bag out of the cart getting herself together. "I am gonna head up and take a shower." Y/N told her parents, instantly telling her when to be ready.

"Okay, dear. Just be down here and ready at 4 PM." Catherine gave their plans, "We will hit our favorite seafood place." Y/N loved seafood, though the only time she ate it was down at the beach. It was the only place with excellent and trustworthy seafood. It was usually regular places, most famous around the beach. Her parents kept fancy places for the parties and events.

Y/N started to hear Negan's voice behind her, "Y'know I will head up too; need watch all this sand off." Y/N's stomach dropped at his chuckle, and she knew that dark chuckle. She knew exactly what he was doing. Y/N stopped midstep upstairs, hearing him head her way up the stairs. Her eyes moved to him going beside her, sending her a smirk. "What are you doin'?" She growled, catching up the stairs with him.

The two were in the hallway between their rooms, keeping their eyes hungry for each other. "I am takin' a shower, doll." He innocently smiled, "Did you not hear me downstairs?" Y/N eyes squinted. He had to be playing some game with her. He headed to his room, closing his door slowly, keeping his eyes on her, and shutting the door. Y/N barely got herself to her room, resting against the door. This man was going to be the death of her.

Y/N got herself stripped down, leaving the wet bathing suit to the side. She got herself underneath the hot water, already steaming up the bathroom. She shut the glass to the walk-in shower, letting her music play in the background. Y/N hummed to the music, closing her eyes and washing her hair. She kept herself in her world, not hearing anything but the music she was playing.

Y/N then heard her music get lower like the volume turned down. Her eyebrows furrowed, wiping her face off, seeing a shiolutee outside the shower. Quickly opening it, she saw Negan standing bare ass naked in front of her. Her mouth fell open, and shock filled her seeing him in her bathroom.

"Negan! Oh my God!" She quickly gasped, her eyes going back and forth over his body; she held onto the door for balance. With a cocky smirk plastered on his face, Negan had too much cockiness. His hands resting on his hips, his hair stood up from the long, humid day at the beach. "My parents!" Y/N could only get a couple of words out, watching the man get closer to her.

"I told you I wanted to shower, sweetheart." Negan gave her a nudge to step back to allow him in the shower with her. Y/N hesitated but stepped back, watching the taller male stand before her. The water finally hit her skin again, making her jump slightly, "Besides, your door is locked, and no one is going to go to my room, baby." The nickname sent chills down her spine, reminding her of the airport.

He defiantly called her baby then.

"I-in the shower, Negan?" She felt embarrassed, and Y/N could not figure out why. She covered her tits, feeling insecure standing in front of this man. His eyes trailed down her body, his hands gripping her wrist, moving them.

"Enjoy the risk, doll."

Negan pushed himself onto her, placing his lips on her. Their lips moved in sync, her arms wrapping around his neck; she stayed on her tiptoes to reach. Negan's hands grazed her thighs, lifting her and placing her against the glass. Y/N moaned against his lips, feeling his member rise close to her pussy. "Fuck me." She was quick to say, begging him, "Please." Negan chuckled against her lips, his finger teasing her clit, making her whine.

Negan only grunted against her lips.

"Go ahead, fuck me," Y/N whispered. He grabbed her harder, wrapping her leg around his waist.

"What's this fucking mouth you suddenly got on you?" He teased the tip of his dick near her entrance. She whimps, making him chuckle.

"What's the matter, sweetheart? Is this too much for you?" Y/N moaned as he rocked his hips against her. Y/N's mind wondered if her parents would catch them; how safe was Negan being? She tried to pull away until he roughly grabbed Y/N's face, turning it back to him.

"Answer me." Negan had her in his grasp. Y/N instantly melted into his arms, and Negan smirked at her submissiveness. "No, just-" She stuttered out, still pressed against the shower glass, "Fuck me," Y/N whined; she needed him.

She was aching for him.

"Don't you think I have begged enough?" Y/N innocently shot Negan a look, looking up at his taller figure. Negan pushed in a little, Y/N gasping for air, feeling his tip enter. "This what ya want?" Negan whispered in her ear; he knew her answer. He wanted to keep hearing it; Negan wanted her just as much as she wanted him. Maybe even more.

"Yes." Y/N croaked out, Negan pushing in. She wanted to scream out, biting her lip, feeling like her parents could hear anything. Y/N was utterly paranoid.

"All I could think about was you today at the beach," Negan admitted, "You looked so hot in that bathing suit." Y/N got a burst of confidence bursting in her stomach mixed with pleasure. Negan kept his thrust rough, grunting against her ear. Y/N's mouth hung open, letting out whimpers that made him smile. "We-we need to be quick." She groaned, feeling him deeper inside of her. His thrust got sloppier each second, his hands resting against the glass behind her.

"You're tight." He moaned out, and Y/N gripped his shoulders, feeling herself getting close to his dick. "I'm close." Y/N moaned, his thrust picking up. "You finally got my dick." He chuckled, "Going to have you begging for it each night." Y/N's eyes rolled back behind her head, hearing the quietness of her music outside of the shower. Negan grunts were louder in her ear, feeling his dick twitch inside of her. "Come inside me," Y/N begged once again, whimpering out, feeling her come. She instantly moaned out in his ear, coming around his cock. Negan was not too far behind her, reaching deep inside her; Y/N could feel her legs give out beneath her. Negan kept her up, holding her still against the glass. Both breathed out heavily, and Y/N rested her forehead against his. She could not help but laugh, finally getting what she wanted. Y/N still wanted more, though.

"Need to wash up and head back to my room, doll," Negan whispered, placing a kiss gently on her lips. Y/N barely could catch her breath, feeling him pull away from her, standing underneath the water. Negan quickly washed himself, getting himself out of the shower and leaving Y/N alone before giving her a simple kiss, brushing his fingers against her cheek.

"Meet me on the deck tonight after everyone's in bed."

It got Y/N excited, butterflies growing in her stomach, watching him leave her bathroom for herself to wash up and get ready.

The younger woman also knew it would be a very long evening.

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"Alright, one more race!" William chuckled, getting out of line with his son. Catherine stood beside her daughter, watching the men exit the go-kart line. "You three are too rough out there," Catherine chuckled, "Y/n, why don't you go race?" Y/N shook her head as soon as Negan butted into the conversation. "Now, wouldn't that be a fun sight," Negan joked, "Come on, Y/N, be fun." Negan shot her a smile; Y/N bit back, trying to keep her composure.

"Sure, why not." Y/N faked a smile, jumping in line with them. "Be fun, Y/N," Her father smiled, patting her back, "We will go easy on ya." Y/N rolled her eyes playfully, keeping her glare on Negan. The line moved quickly, and a younger male clicked their tickets in, letting them pass.

The smell of gasoline hit her nostrils, and the engines of the go-karts were loud. "Remember, the first ones at the first are the best!" Max ran, tagging the second car in the first line. Negan offered his hands for Y/N to get in the kart behind her little brother. Y/N smiled, taking his hand; she got in, seeing Negan get in the one behind her. Y/N buckled herself up, trying to tighten the straps around her. She wrapped her hair in a ponytail, seeing the workers walk past, checking each person's belts.

"Tight enough for ya?" The younger male dipped down, grabbing the straps wrapped around Y/N. He was attractive, a younger male than her, "You don't seem like the type to ride." He chewed on his whistle, looking up at her; Y/N knew he was trying to flirt in his way. "I'll be fine." She shrugged off, trying not to give him too much attention.

She basically could feel a whole burning through them without even being able to see Negan.

Soon, the announcements started with the rules and regulations of the race track. Y/N remembered this track very well; she and Max used to do it each year. She was still slightly nervous, though, and her palms were sweaty. Y/N hated driving these things; strangers out here took things too seriously. The workers finally moved the cones, and they took off. Her brother was gone, and Max was so happy to have a good kart finally. Y/N had a pretty decent one; catching up to her brother, she stayed near the curves on each side.

Y/N felt a bump, throwing herself a little bit; she grunted out. She looked beside her, seeing Negan shoot her a smirk. Y/N could not help but want to give in to his game a little; she tried to fight back her smile. She swerved over, hitting the tip of Negan's kart, accidentally getting his kart to hit the wall and wreck him.

She knew he would get her back even if it were not racing.

After a few laps, it was over Negan, and William was far behind Y/N and Max for the race. Max was celebrating him coming in first while they were leaving the park. Catherine kept snickering at the fact that Y/N wrecked Negan; Negan could not help but share a laugh with them, either. Letting her know that payback would come her way, she hated to admit, but that's the most fun she have had in years doing that. Y/N has been having more fun recently with Negan anyway; maybe it was the rush.

Heading back home, the sun was finally setting. Stars and the moon were filling the sky. Y/N was finally ready to return to the condo and relax, and she knew her family would turn quickly to their rooms. She was so excited to meet Negan on the deck later that night. She would catch herself smiling to herself sometimes on the way home.

When everyone returned to the condo, they got locked up for the night, making plans for the next day. "What would y'all like to do tomorrow?" William asked, clearly tired from the day. Catherine was already in their room getting stuff ready for them for bed. "We should do the waterpark we always do, Dad." Y/N suggested, "Max loves the Big Kauna." Max excitedly agreed with his older sister. "They have the biggest slides ever." Max made everyone laugh; the waterpark was pretty much his favorite part.

"I guess it's settled then." William chuckled.

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Y/N finally escaped upstairs back to her room, the place she felt most comfortable. The lamps dimed her room, and the curtains still open from the morning. She got herself ready for bed, reading her actions from the night before; Y/N finally got herself out on the deck.

She had a blunt in her hand with the lighter again. The waves instantly hit her ears; they were so calming. Y/N looked around her surroundings, seeing if Negan was on the deck. She frowned, not seeing him out there yet; Y/N sat down, letting herself realx. She lit the blunt, bringing it to her lips, letting out a puff of smoke.

She heard a door slide that caught her attention; Y/N turned her head, watching Negan come out. His plaid pjs dragged the ground, and he had a loose band tee around him. She stood high, and his eyes fell on the younger woman in her silk robe. She looked so hot with her lips around the blunt Y/N walked closer to him, passing it his way. "You're not at all worried about getting caught?" Y/N raised the million-dollar question, and his fingers took the blunt away from her to his lips.

"I think they are oblivious, honey." Negan playfully scoffed. Y/N grabbed his free hand, letting it go to her robe tie and pulling it gently. She bit her lips, feeling it slip down a little but still covering her. Negan blew out his cloud of smoke, his hand going around her throat, causing her gasp slightly.

"Can't get enough of me, sweetheart?"

"Like you can't." Y/N knew Negan could just keep fucking her if he wanted to all day and every night. It was like she was made for him. Negan still knew he should not feel this way, especially for this woman; she was a considerable risk.

Negan soon had her back in her room, pushed against her bed, his lips tight against hers.

"Get your ass on the bed," Negan growled, which turned her on, instantly sending chills down her spine. Finally, get to feel that tight cunt Negan thought he would never be able to turn her away again. The older male bit his lip, watching her crawl on the bed, the robe slipping down her shoulders. Her thighs opened for Negan's body to fit, and instantly, his lips were on hers. Negan held her by the waist as he leaned down to deepen their kiss. Fuck, she was so soft and tasted like her lipgloss. Negan groaned into her mouth and felt her hips buck. Negan couldn't help but grin against her lips.

"Eager?" The older male teased her and ground against her. Y/N let out a whimper, feeling Negan's against her. He watched her bite her lip; Negan left small kisses down her neck. Her skin tasted just as good, chewing occasionally, causing the woman to groan.

"Fuck. Negan"

"Not Negan. Daddy is fine." Negan heard her breath get heavy at the statement and took the opportunity to kneel. Y/N looked up at Negan. Negan turned me on even more, seeing her slick mouth shut, and her actions were all shy. Her limbs were trembling.

"It's okay. Just relax, baby, Daddy won't hurt you." Negan cooed as he gently massaged her calf.

Negan kissed her again, but this time, softer and more attentive. She moaned against the older male's lips. Her thighs daring to close, but Negan stopped the resistance. "Be a good girl. Let me touch your pussy." Negan purred, and her muscles slowly untensed. He caressed her through silk panties underneath the revealing robe and felt her hips buck.

"Mm, baby. You like that?" Negan asked her, pressing harder and kissing the mark I left. Y/N only nodded and bit down on Bottom's lip to keep quiet.

"Use your words." Negan felt the little damp spot on her panties, making him growl. Negan could feel the excitement in her body after making such a noise. She let out a moan this time as his finger teased her clit.

"Negan, it feels-"

"Oh yeah. Tell me, baby, tell me how I feel." Y/N moaned and went to hide her face in his chest. Her hands reached to grip onto my shirt. Negan laughed lightly and shoved her panties away. He moaned at the warmth of his skin hitting his skin. Negan felt her erect practically twitch against her touch. Y/N's body clings to Negan as he fingered her dripping cunt. Her noises were muffled into the fabric of Negan's shirt; her thighs dared to shut again, feeling how tight she was against his fingers. Negan knew she must be close.

"Don't do that. Be a good girl, and let me make you come." Negan commanded her, his lips against her ear, and felt her pussy clenching on his fingers. "Daddy!" Y/N squealed into his chest as he felt her come. Negan could not help but groan, feeling her sweet juices coat his hand and finally reaching to take off his shirt.

"You're so big…" She said, shaky, but Y/N had her eyes on his bulge, clearly in his pants. Negan let his cock spring out, having the robe entirely of Y/N.

Y/N's skin was soft and warm. "Just play with it. Get a good feel for me, sweetheart." Her palm gently went down my cock and back up. She was still shaking, but it only made him twitch in her hand.

She obeyed immediately. The older male bit his lip, feeling her slowly jerk him off. "Oh shit. That's a good girl." Negan praised and saw her body language change; Negan could see the spark in her eyes. He was seeing how the praise made her feel good. Negan smirked to himself and stroked her hair. Y/N let out a light sigh at his attention, encouraging her to go faster. Negan moaned and started to buck his hips against her. Her grip grew tighter as Negan felt her.

"Shit. This is making Daddy feel so fucking good." Negan smiled and brought his hand to lift her chin at him. Y/N's eyes were full of desire, and he wanted to fill that need.

Y/N's cheeks were flushed, feeling Negan against her clit, feeling just as good as this morning. "Hold on to me; I want to feel you scratch my body as I make you all fucking mine."

"Yes, Daddy." She whispered. Y/N's arms go around his shoulders, and he groaned at the feeling of going deep inside her. Negan heard her let out a moan.

Her nails scratched into his shoulder, feeling the pressure and pleasure mix. It was all so much. She could barely describe the pressure, and it was such a good pressure, though.

"Fuck. Tight little pussy on you feels so fucking good on me." Negsn moaned out, slowly moving his hips as she whimpered. He felt himself stretching her cunt. Negan reached his hand to hold her hip as he kept his thrusts slow to make sure she was adjusting. Negan, giving her the special treatment, might as well savor this. Negan was close to her face and kissed her softly. Y/N moaned on his lips and moved up for her legs to go onto his shoulders. She let out a surprised noise as her back landed back onto the mattress beneath her. Negan wished he could have her screaming.

"Oh, Y/N." Negan groaned as he moved inside of her, and she could feel her walls tighten against him. Negan kept pounding into her, holding her by her throat.

"Fuck! Daddy!" She whines. "Well fuck, I think I might be in love with your pussy." Negan moaned; Y/N could tell by his thrust he was getting close. "Good girl, letting me have you like this." As he felt her clench down on his cock.

Negan growled as Y/N's nails dug deep into his skin, and he pumped more of his come deep inside her pussy. Y/N moaned out, dragging her nails down his back. Negan could tell they are marks left, but he didn't care as he moaned. He watched her mouth hung open. Her eyes shut, and tears rolled down her cheeks.

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THE PERFECT WOMAN

ONE SHOTS:

MISTER SCARY KILLER *

A FRIENDLY HALLOWEEN PARTY *

GUARD MY BODY *

A DOLLHOUSE CHRISTMAS *

HOME ALONE *

DONT BLAME ME *

SHE CALLS ME DADDY *

SOUTHSIDE GIRL

CAMGIRL PRINCESS

I DID SOMETHING BAD

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PRETTY IN PINK- mini series!

ONE SHOTS:

SECERT ADMIRER *

SWEET LIKE CHERRY COLA *

OUR DIRTY LITTLE SECRET

A GODDESS IN THE BAD MANS EYES