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..
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.
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.
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.
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.
"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.
"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.
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.
"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.
"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.
This might've been a mistake...
