Summary: Professor Negan simply offers one of his students a ride home.
Author: Multireality
Pairing(s): Professor!Negan x reader
Word Count: 1436
Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, slight Daddy and Sir kink, swearing
Author’s Notes: Sorry for taking so long, I was busy with exams. Requested by @ask-kakashihatake I hope you like it.
“Does anyone have any questions?” Professor Negan spoke, his voice deep and gravelly. Nobody spoke so he continued to clean the blackboard while the rest of the class began to pack up their things and begin to leave the room.
I was at the back, as usual, trying to avoid the attention of others. The girls that surrounded me always teased me for being the quiet one who always gets the highest grades. Sure, I always got A+’s but I worked for it.
The girls that surrounded me were the popular girls who were effortlessly beautiful and were caked in makeup whereas I preferred a more natural look. They were loud and giggly and always tried to gain the attention of Professor Negan. He was foul-mouthed and perfect. His black hair, graying beard, and hazel eyes were the combination to my heart. Yet I was shy remember and therefore have never spoken to him, except one time when I stuttered my way through it and then ran away embarrassed and have yet to speak to him since.
So here you were trying to wait patiently while the rest of your class members filed out of the room so that I didn’t have to become claustrophobic while attempting to leave the room.
The girls I sat with were surrounding Negan’s desk leaning over it in an attempt to show their assets, however, you only wished you could be so brave. Professor Negan would never even give me a second look never mind desire you like he probably did them.
I was a nobody in the classroom. Simply the smart girl.
Therefore I was inevitably nobody to him.
“Oh, Professor Negan your class was so, so good today, I love the sound of your voice.” Spoke one of the girls, paired with a hair flick for emphasis.
“Thank you, ladies,” he responded as he finished putting away his things and preparing for leaving.
At this point, I quickly exited the classroom and headed for my locker to grab my remaining books for studying tonight.
Trust this to happen to me. It was the one day where I decided to not bring my car to school, I decided this morning to walk to save the environment and stuff – but here I was standing in the rain.
It was pouring down.
This was the work of Satan, I knew it.
I wasn’t even wearing suitable clothing, I was wearing light blue skinny jeans and a plain white top with black flats. I was going to look like a washed-up rat when I finally reached my house.
I stepped out from the safety of the school and began a quick pace home. The rain freezing making me a shivering mess.
As I was walking a sleek black land rover pulled up beside me and began traveling at a slow speed to match my own. The window was rolled down to reveal Professor Negan. To say I was shocked was an understatement. My cheeks flushed instantly that he saw me in such a state.
“Y/n get in, you’ll catch a cold in this fucking weather sweetheart.”
“I’m fine, but thank you, sir,” I replied, slightly louder than normal to be heard over the harsh beating of the rain.
“Come on sweetheart you’ll die of hyperthermia, just get it” his eyes were sparkling, the golden flecks standing out in the dark evening.
“Okay, thank you.” I quickly opened the door and climbed inside his expensive car. The car smells of fresh pine and his intoxicating cologne. “Do you always offer your students lifts home?” I questioned, as I glanced over at him. God, he was beautiful.
“Only the fucking pretty ones, doll” he looked over at me with a glint in his eyes a small smirk adorned his face as my face became flushed at his simple compliment.
“I’m honored” I whispered just loud enough so that he could hear, as my embarrassment took over.
After I gave him my address Negan began to drive me home while constantly complimenting me throughout leaving myself a blushing mess. I think he was just being polite honestly, why would someone like him notice me? He was like a Greek god and I was simply a civilian in awe of his presence.
“You always going to be this shy with me, doll?” he questioned, his gravelly voice forcing me to clench my thighs together to alleviate pressure. The sound of his voice was like honey – sweet and yet sickly. I loved it.
“I’m sorry, you’re just slightly intimidating,” I spoke quietly.
“Me? Well, I’m fucking sorry to hear that doll” his hand landed on my thigh slowly stroking it with his thumb, “do you always find me intimidating? Is that why you don’t speak to me in class or avoid eye contact with me?” his hand got higher and higher with each stroke leaving me at a loss for words. “Because I always noticed you doll, every fucking day when you walked into my classroom and your eyes sparkled and that fucking smile of yours made my knees weak.”
“I never thought that you noticed me” I spoke breathlessly as his hand hovered over my core.
“Oh, I noticed you, doll. I noticed all of you.” As his hand neared the button of my jeans he pulled the car over to the side of the road. “You okay with this doll” he whispered in my ear as his face was inches from my own. I simply nodded, lacking the energy to verbally respond.
He unbuttoned my jeans and pushed his hand inside my panties and began to slowly stroke my clit. I moaned in pure bliss at his actions as I began to pull my jeans down my legs and removed them completely. Leaving me in just my white t-shirt and panties.
“God, you’re fucking soaked doll, this all for me?” he husked in my ear. I nodded once more as his fingers slowed and traced my slit as he pushed two fingers inside and began pumping them in a slow lazy pace.
The sounds of my moans and my heavy breathing filled the car as he palmed his bulge with his other hand. I moved my hand over to his lap and hesitantly moved his hand and began to rub his bulge as he began to let out moans of his own.
He kissed me with such passion that I was seeing stars as the coil in my stomach built due to his fingers finding that spot inside me which caused me to shake and whimper in his hold.
The coil exploded as my pleasure took over. I was left a whimpering mess ready for him to claim me.
After he worked me through my intense orgasm he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down his thick thighs and pulled his boxers down exposing his thick and long manhood. God, he was well endowed.
“Come here baby, sit on daddy’s lap, princess” I pulled my panties down my legs leaving me bare and moved myself onto his lap, leaning back on his thick thighs. I stroked his velvety cock, up and down in a repeated movement. “Baby, hurry up and ride me already”
“Of course, sir, whatever you want” I whispered.
I raised myself above his throbbing erection and slowly lowered myself on his thick girth.
“God baby, you are so goddamn tight”
“You’re huge sir, so big”
I continued to bounce on his thick cock increasing in speed as I went. Our moans filled the car, my hands were gripping his broad shoulders as his were on my ass as he continued to encourage me to move faster. Both of us chasing out ends.
I circled my hips making his dick hit my pleasure spot deep inside, which no man had ever been able to find.
“Do that again baby” he panted.
I continued to swivel my hips continuously hitting my g-spot. His lips moved to my neck leaving a generous amount of hickies on my skin.
“God, sir, I’m going to cum” I moaned.
“Do it, baby. I’m right behind you.”
With three more thrusts, I was cumming, white bursts of light obscuring my vision as I lay panting on his chest. He pulled out just in time and came on my lower abdomen, coating me in white. I lowered a finger and dipped it into his release, then raised it to my mouth and sucked it into the confines of my mouth.
“Look at my dirty fucking girl, always surprising me”
Author’s Notes: I really liked how this one turned out. Requested by @ask-kakashihatake , hope you all like it. I love writing for Negan!
I hadn’t had much of a chance to experience the new world.
He ruled the new world.
I had lived in Alexandria since the beginning so I was pretty innocent. I had never killed a walker or really been close to one. But I wasn’t afraid, well that’s what I told myself. If I was faced with a walker I could kill it. If I was faced with danger I would react accordingly. Hopefully.
Alexandria gained a terrible atmosphere ever since the events of Negan, especially after he killed Abraham and Glenn. I didn’t know them well but they were nice, good people who always tried to protect our group. Rick our leader was broken ever since that night.
I wasn’t there when it happened, I didn’t leave Alexandria often. I ran the nursery here at Alexandria so I stayed behind. I never got the chance to meet Negan. The infamous bat wielding Negan.
I suppose that was a good thing. Yet it created a mystery about him. One that I wanted to expose.
Summary: Negan pays a visit to his favorite wife late at night.
Author: Multireality
Pairing(s): Negan x reader
Word Count: 1190
Warnings: Smut, slight fluff, Negan’s potty mouth, unprotected sex
Author’s Notes: This is my first one-shot so please go easy on me. Send any requests for future imagines and one shots. I write for most fandoms so just message me if you have any questions on what fandoms I write for.
I heard him before I saw him. The tell-tale sound of a zipper echoed in the quiet room, the thud of leather hitting the floor seemed louder in the quiet of the night. It must have been the early hours of the morning, as the sun had long since been forgotten and I turned in for sleep hours ago.
My eyes were open yet I lay stock still, lying in wait for him to make the first move. “Y/N” he whispered, his voice slowly moving towards me. “Negan it’s late”, his soft chuckle filled my ears like music, I loved when he was in this mood – playful and carefree. “I missed my favorite wife”, the sound of his pants hitting the floor signified that he was slowly stripping off his clothes.
Synopsis: Reader has always loved public sex and Negan decides to take it one step further
Pairing: Negan x Reader
Warnings: Smut, Voyeurism
A/N: Thank you all for your support! Sometime tonight a Simon/Negan threesome will be posted and tomorrow I will most likely be done with the requests. I love you all :)
It wasn’t the first time you had engaged in public sex with Negan, the idea of being watched always aroused you. The idea of being caught and lusted over by someone that could never have you was the ultimate feeling. It was overwhelming and incredible. So when Negan told you to meet him on the factory floor, you assumed it was for sex. Never had you expected what came after.
Here you were, naked, on your knees with Negan’s cock in your mouth in front of the Saviors. Negan growled out words of appraisal and pushed your head deeper onto his member. Your hand moved to his shaft, moving the skin up and down with the time of his thrusts. “You’re mine, this mouth is mine,” he called out, making the Saviors know who you belonged to. Your agreement was muffled against him as your mouth slid down to his pelvic bone, pulling off with a gasp you looked up at Negan, “Sir, may I please taste your cum?” Negan’s laughter bounced off the walls of the factory, “See? She’s begging me for my cum, she fucking feeds off of it,” his attention turned back to you, “You haven’t earned it yet, babygirl. You gotta earn your fucking keep.”
You groaned in annoyance, gaining a pointed look from Negan, “Now honey, you aren’t disobeying me, are you?” You shook your head. Negan continued, “Get on your hands and knees and face me, make sure they can all see your perfect ass.” You complied, presenting your ass to the men behind you. You could hear the rustling of fabric and a groan from the crowd of men. Negan squatted down to your level, “Do you know how much they want you? Right now they’re all wanting to jack off to the thought of fucking that pussy.” You moaned at his words, feeling your arousal dripping from your thighs. His hand rested against your head before he pushed it down onto the floor, “Face down, show them that fine fucking ass, darling.”
The dominance he was presenting sent fire through your veins. Your clit ached, begging to be touched in any way possible. Negan stood up, walking to your ass, intending to make an even better show out of this. “Do you see her?” he asked the crowd, “She is all mine, that mouth is mine, that ass is mine, that pussy is mine. You all better remember this moment because that’s the closest you’ll ever get to fucking a fine ass woman like this.”
He turned back to you, standing to the side of your bare ass, squatting back down. His hand rubbing on the skin there. Negan’s hand moved off, only to come back down with a resounding slapping sound. You let out a strangled mewl and squirmed in place, he was so close to your heart, you were dripping in apparent need for him. “Do you like this, Y/N? Knowing every man here is lusting after your body?” He asked. You nodded silently, knowing if your mouth opened it would just be a moan. “Look at you, my little whore.” He finished his words with another slap, sending another shock of arousal straight through you. “Yeah, you fucking love this, put on display for all these fucking men.”
His hand moved down your ass, finger dripping into your wet entrance, and yelling out, “Jesus, you’re so fucking wet. It’s like a goddamn waterfall holy shit. All this from me slapping your ass?” You breathlessly nodded, “M-more please.” He smiled softly, “Of course darling.” His digit shoved into your pussy, curling inside of you. A moan tumbled out of your mouth in desperation, you needed more. “Cum, show them how easily only I can make you fucking cum,” He groaned, palming himself as he fingered you. The sound of his gruff voice threw you over the edge and you came onto his finger, with a beautiful moan and a soft whimper.
He pulled his finger out of you, slurping your juices off of it, “That is fucking delicious, too bad none of you motherfuckers will ever taste something this fucking good in your sorry lives.” Negangot on his back, and called to you, “Get on my fucking face and look them, I want them to see your face when I make you cum for a second time.” Immediately you moved to sit on his face.
His tongue licked a long stripe along your folds, you let out a desperate moan as your hands moved to grip your breasts, playing with your mipples. Negan growled into your pussy, tongue circling your clit while his hand slapped your ass. Your hips undulated against his face, trying to get more of that delicious friction. You forced your eyes open to watch the men in front of you, all of their eyes intent on your naked body, trying to remember it for later. You could feel their eyes raking over your body, taking you all in. You smirked to yourself, feeling proud to have their attention and knowing that your lover’s cock was so much larger than any of theirs.
Negan’s tongue brought you out of your reverie as it left your clit to plunge into your depths. His hands gripped your ass with force, pulling you down to grind harder against his face. Biting your lip to contain your scream you came onto his face. Your chest was heaving as you rolled off of him. The older man smirked at your tired form, gaining pleasure from knowing that he was doing that to you and no man in the crowd could ever please you like he could. It wasn’t enough, he still needed to be inside of you. “Get on your hands and knees and face them sweetheart,” he told you.
You flipped from laying on your back to your stomach, lifting your body up in shaky hands. You wondered how you looked, with your legs shaking from the anticipation moaning for Negan to enter you. Judging by the way the men’s eyes never left you, they were thoroughly enjoying themselves.
You could feel Negan get on his knees behind you. You bit your lips in anticipation as his gloved digits kneaded your ass, pulling it into his crotch. His hand grasped his throbbing member before poising it at your entrance. He dragged the shaft through your fold, allowing the tip rub against your clit. Your hips bucked backwards into yours, desperate to have him inside of you. YOu could feel your release building up with each rock of his hips.
His mouth leaned down to your ear, “You’re so desperate for me, aren’t you? Even when all my men, the men you work with, are watching you. You have no fucking shame, do you?”
“P-please, Negan. I need you,” you mewled as his fist wrenched your hair, forcing your back to arch.
“Tell them who you belong to and what you want, then you can have it, babygirl,” his dominance sent another rush of arousal through your body.
You looked to the men, red flooding your face, “I belong to you, Negan a-and I want you to fuck me.”
“Good girl,” Negan moved his cock back to your entrance, slamming inside of you. The force sent a jolt of pleasure through you body and you let out a strained cry. He was so big, you thought, the wonderful stretch lighting a fire deep in you belly. Each thrust sent a river of delicious pleasure, your body quaking. You loved the feeling of all the eyes on you, it made you feel untouchable, like a fucking queen. They could see the effect that Nega had on you, from your shaking muscles to your slack jaw pleasure.
You moaned aloud, pleasure outmatching any embarrassment you could have had. “Negan, I need to cum, please let me cum,” you begged. You needed him to touch your clit, to throw you over the edge into a glorious orgasm.
“You want to cum?” he asked. Your head fervently nodded yes, desperate to cum. “Then say it. Look at them while I make you cum.”
His finger moved to the bundle of nerves between your thighs, pressing light circles into it. Screaming, you called out, “Negan!” Your eyes never shifting away from the men that stood in front of you.
Your body collapsed as you came, torso hitting the pavement of the factory floor, unable to keep yourself up as pleasure wracked your body. Your hands searched desperately to hold on to something and failing. Your mind was scrambling as wave after wave of pleasure moved through your, juices flowing freely on his cock..
Negan’s hips continued hammering into yours, desperately chasing his own release. The feeling of your warmth clenching around him, pulling him deeper and deeper, sent him over the edge. His hand tightened around your hair, forcing your body upwards as his own orgasm rushed through you. He released his seed with a deep goran, cumming inside of you.
The room was silent as the two of you bathed in the afterglow of your orgasm.The air felt heavy, as the men eyed you, each wishing that it was them in Negan’s place. Negan, content with his performance looked to the men and yelled, “Get the fuck out of here!”
Once they cleared the room, he picked you up and whispered, “You’re mine, always and forever.”
This is my contribution for @embracetheapocalypsewithme‘s 400 Follower Negan Challenge. The prompt I chose was the opening line “Why don’t you come over here and make me?”
It’s also a continuation of my kinky fic Happy Fucking Birthday. Lots of people seemed to like that one, so I decided to do a bit of a series.
Negan sat on your bed, his back propped up
against the headboard, his hands behind his head, a grin on his face. You
sighed and rubbed your temples. For the past twenty minutes you had been trying
to finish some schedules -and for him, no less- but ever since he had waltzed
into your room, declaring that he was bored and horny, your concentration had
slowly gone down the drain.
The man would not shut up.
Any request from you to please be quiet
and let you finish had been met with a couple of seconds of silence, only for
him to resume his one-sided conversation as soon as you had finally found your
focus again. Your last demand to “Shut the fuck up, Negan!” had been met with
the scene before you now. A cocky grin, an impertinent answer and the first
stabs of an imminent headache slowly creeping up your temples.
Warnings: Mention of domestic abuse (if you squint), angst, fluffy ending
Word Count: 709
A/N: Loosely based on Peace by OAR. Heard it at work the other night and came up with this.
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Tears flooded your cheeks like a river as you sat against your bedroom door on the slightly itchy, beige carpet of your master bedroom. You could hear the light, gentle tap of Negan’s middle finger knuckle against the door just above your head and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t hide the sound of his tears in his voice.
“Baby girl, please.” He begged, just like he had for the past hour. “Please open the door. I swear it was a fucking accident.” Your fingers brushed lightly across your cheek and you knew he was right. He didn’t mean to slap you across the face it was just a wrong place/ wrong time sort of situation. But that didn’t stop you from getting hurt not only physically but emotionally as well.
“(Y/N), I am so, so fucking sorry, please let me in. Please sweetheart, you can be mad all you want but please just let me in.” You glanced down to your right where Negan had managed to pull a small piece of your dress through the crack under the door. The material shifted back and forth ever so slightly as he rubbed it between his fingers from the other side. Your eyes moved a little farther to where your wedding ring sat right where Negan had pushed it back under the door to you. You had to wonder if it had left a mark on his forehead when you threw it at him.
“Baby… I don’t wanna fight any more. Please.” You gently reached down and grabbed the ring off the floor and a small smile spread across your face as you thought about your wedding day. God, Negan was so nervous. You could see him shaking from the end of the isle as your dad glared daggers at your future husband. He even was kind enough to remind you he would help you run if you wanted. You slowly slid the ring back on your finger as Negan knocked again.
As gently as you could, you reached down and pulled on your dress as you unlocked your door with your other hand. He instantly let go of the fabric between his fingers and scrambled to his feet. You stood up and wiped the tears off your cheeks as you pulled open the bedroom door. His tear filled eyes searched your face, waiting for permission to enter. With the slightest bob of your head, he took two giant strides into the room and wrapped you in his arms.
“I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.” He whispered as he ran his calloused fingers through your hair. You nodded against his chest with a fresh wave of tears in your eyes as you hugged his waist a little tighter. You felt him gently press against you and walk you back toward your bed as he whispered apologies and promises in your ear. Once your legs hit the bed, he pulled back and lifted you into the air bridal style.
“Simon’s gunna take the run tomorrow.” He told you as he laid you down on the center of the bed. He quickly toed off his boots and took off his jacket and jeans as he went over to shut the bedroom door. “I’m gunna stay home and make it up to my wife.” You gave him a small smile as you pulled your cotton dress over your head and tossed it on the floor behind you.
“I’m still mad at you.” You said softly as he came over to help you pull down the blankets.
“I know baby girl.” He climbed into bed and immediately wrapped his arms and legs around you like an octopus. “And I swear to you, on everything I hold near and fucking dear, I will spend the rest of my life making it un to you.” You nodded against his chest as he gently kissed your forehead. “I love you, sweetheart.” You nodded again as you pulled back the slightest bit to look at him.
“I love you too, baby. But if you hit me again, I’m not just locking you out, but I’m calling my brother, too.” He smirked and huffed a laugh through his nose.
Request: Reader is 18. Reader is also a
virgin. Negan is the hot, mouthwatering, semi flirtatious step DADDY mmm. He’s
a little fond of his step daughter as is she. One evening she’s talking on the
phone to one of her friends and they make plans to check out a party. Interested?
I am very fuckin’ interested. I got
this request from @prettyepiic and I’ve legit been dying to write it but since
I’ve been so busy with exams I haven’t been able to :( BUT NOW AINT SHIT STOPPING ME SO LETS GOOOOO! (I
had to cut down the request so as not to give anything away lol!)
Note: I normally would NOT write a
virgin because I just find that shit so hard to write because it just doesn’t
adhere to my view of hot, spicy sex but JUST for one of my best supporters, I
found a way around it. Enjoy.
Warnings: Sexual relationship between
step-father and step-daughter, rough sex, asphyxiation, taking of virginity. (I
think that’s everything?)
“I
don’t wanna drive because then I can’t drink and this is the perfect excuse for
us to spend some time with your hot stepdad!” Your best friend pleads.
“No,
Y/F/N. This is the perfect excuse for you to spend time with my hot
stepdad. I see him pretty much every day.” You snort.
“Yeah,
and it’s completely unfair that you get him all to yourself. I deserve some
face-time with Mr. Negan.” She whines, you roll your eyes.
“You
are so annoying and I constantly question why I’m friends with you.” You sigh
down the phone. You can almost hear your best friend bouncing with excitement,
she knows when she’s broken you. “I’ll ask him when he gets home from work if
he can give us a ride there and back.”
“Yes!”
You snatch the phone away from your ear to protect your ability to hear from
you best friend’s inhuman screech.
“I’m
gonna go finish up some stuff I need to do around the house and then I’ll start
getting ready.” You inform her.
“Okay,
make sure you send me a pic of what you’re wearing.”
“Sure.
Talk later.”
“Bye!”
Setting
your phone down on the bedside table, you flop back into bed. You still have a
couple of chores to finish before you can do your makeup and get dressed for
the party. Nothing that requires too much effort, just some laundry and
vacuuming. It’s a nice day out so you make a mental note to hang your wet
laundry outside once it’s done.
After
thinking about how much effort getting out of bed and doing your chores is, you
finally do it, gathering up your dirty clothes and taking them downstairs with
you. It takes no time at all to take out the load that’s already in the machine
and put your own in, then add the fabric softener. You’ve got into the habit of
using the one that Negan uses religiously because it makes your clothes, sheets,
and underwear smell vaguely like him. You can accept that its fucked up, but
what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.
You
gather up the damp pile of clothing and take it out to the garden to dry. Once
you begin pegging up the items of clothing, you realise that it’s Negan’s
laundry. He always does his separate to your mom’s because he has so many black
clothes whilst she tends to wear a lot more colourful clothing made of fabrics
that required a different wash cycle to his.
You
smirk to yourself as you hang up his underwear, briefly imagining that you’re
his wife, just casually doing his laundry for him while he’s at work.
“I
need to get laid.” You mutter to yourself, shaking your head. Despite being 18
for some time now, you were still a virgin, but were not new to sexual activity
of other kinds. It didn’t exactly bother you, apart from when your friends
would talk about how awesome sex was and when you would touch yourself at night
and feel that somehow it wasn’t fulfilling enough.
However,
there was a guy that was going to be attending the party later on that you were
hoping would change that. Y/C/N was in the same grade as you, but the two of
you shared no classes. He was pretty damned good looking, and you’d been into him
for a while now, but since Negan had moved in with you and your mom your mind
had been on… Other things. It was as much about finally experiencing sex as it
was trying to get your stepfather out of your inappropriate thoughts.
Before
you’d discussed the attraction with your best friend, you’d initially theorised
that you were just incredibly horny and therefore your judgement was somewhat
impaired. But, it turns out you weren’t the only one that recognised Negan was
hot as hell. Tall, lean, covered in tattoos and silver-streaked facial hair, he
was not exactly your usual type, or the usual type of most 18 year olds, but
hell, you thought Negan was a gift from God. If there was one.
When
you’d first met him you’d thought he was attractive, but the more time you
spent with him, learned that he was also intelligent, side-splittingly funny,
and woke too, the pull towards him strengthened exponentially. You didn’t think
your mom had a clue, she simply thought that you just liked him and had
accepted him as part of the family, which was just as well really. Negan made
your mom very happy in the beginning.
But
in the beginning was about the extent of it. It had been her idea for him to
move in, since logistically it made sense, but after they made that move, it
was almost like their initial enthusiasm for each other had fizzled out. Their
work schedules didn’t match up very well but before they lived together they
made time for each other, but once they were living together it was almost as
though they thought that was enough time spent in each other’s company.
Your
mom had a pretty important job, and was often away on business trips, meaning
that you were often home alone with Negan for days at a time. This wasn’t an
issue for you, but you could see how it might make Negan feel like a live-in
babysitter rather than a boyfriend. When he wasn’t at work, you guys did stuff
together from time to time, watching movies on the couch or going to a
drive-thru for food, whatever it was the two of you always had fun.
But
as of late you were refusing his offers to do things that most good stepfathers
do with their stepchildren. It was becoming weird for you, and even though it
probably wasn’t weird at all for him, you were anxious that the more you did,
the worse your attraction to him would become. Which was mainly why you were
reluctant to ask Negan to pick you and Y/F/N up from the party.
You
finished hanging out Negan’s washing, then put your own on the cycle. Your
phone told you it was half past 5, which meant you needed to hurry up and
vacuum if you wanted to be ready by 7. Grabbing the vacuum cleaner out of the
cleaning closet, you set it down in the living room and put your headphones in.
You didn’t mind vacuuming at all when it was to music, it made the dull activity
pretty fun.
You
were actually having a blast cleaning the carpet while dancing around to one of
your favourite playlists, it was also getting you in the party mood. By the 9th
song you realised you were probably going into overkill with the cleaning and
turned the appliance off and pulled your headphones out.
“Having
fun?” A voice said from behind you and you almost hit the ceiling with how hard
you jump.
“Holy
shit Negan don’t do that!” You scold your stepfather as you turn to face him.
He’s leaning against the doorframe with a jovial grin on his face. He’s still
dressed in his ‘work clothes’ which really just consist of some grease-stained
jeans and a dirty t-shirt. He works at the bike shop a few blocks away doing
repairs and mods on motorbikes.
“Yeah
hey to you too.” He chuckles.
“If
you wanted a proper greeting then don’t scare the shit out of me.” You retort,
brushing your hands off for no reason in particular. You drag the vacuum
cleaner out of the living room and replace it, then go to the kitchen for a
drink.
You
offer Negan a beer and he accepts.
“I
need to ask you a favour.” You begin.
“Uh
oh.” He jokes, taking a long sip from the bottle. You’re momentarily distracted
by the way his lips wrap around the neck and how his large hands make the
bottle look so much smaller.
“My
friend and I, you know Y/F/N? We’re going to a party tonight and we need a ride
because she wants to drink.” He cocks an eyebrow at you. Rolling your eyes, you
continue. “So would you please be so kind as to drop us there and pick us up?”
He smiles.
“Sure
thing doll. How far out is it?”
“Not
that far, I’m pretty sure it’s a few streets over from Simon’s.”
Simon
was Negan’s best friend. You’d met the guy a couple of times and thought he was
pretty cool, though at first you found his pornstache super creepy.
“Oh
that’s not too fuckin’ bad. Maybe I’ll stop by after I’ve dropped you kids
off.” You cringe internally at that. Negan had a nasty habit of referring to
you as kid and it drove you crazy. You were not a kid, and you certainly didn’t
want him to see you as such.
“Alright
thanks. Well, I’m gonna go get ready.”
“What
is it ya’ll say? Slay? You’re gonna slay?” You bust out laughing at his attempt
at using ‘slay’ and walk off back to your room, ignoring his pleas for you to
explain how to utilise the millenial slang properly. Once your door is closed,
you call Y/F/N.
“Y/N?
Do we have a ride?”
“We
do. And he’s currently downstairs pondering the use of the word slay.” Y/F/N
laughs at the thought of Negan using such a word.
“Awesome.
What are you wearing? Please tell me you’ve decided.”
“Nah, I haven’t yet. I think I’m just gonna do some understated party makeup
and a dressy casual outfit.”
You hear Y/F/N groan from the other end of the line.
“Why
do people pretend like ‘dressy casual’ actually means anything? Like am I
supposed to have any idea of what you’re wearing from the term ‘dressy casual’?
That could literally be anything from a dress to jeans and a super nice top.”
She complains.
“I’ll
send you a picture when I’m done choosing. I’m gonna hang up before I have to
hear you rant again.”
“Screw
you.” Y/F/N fires back playfully. “Whatever, just let me know ASAP so I can at
least try to coordinate.”
“Alright. See ya.” You hang up and go to face your closet.
Here
goes the hardest part of the evening.
*
Eventually,
you settled on one of your fool proof outfits that would be comfortable for
dancing and also made you look hot as hell. You also slipped into a matching
underwear set should your play on Y/C/N be successful. The house where the
party was being held belonged to the family of a particularly well off kid and
had tonnes of rooms that you knew would be perfect for any nastiness you
planned on getting up to. Tossing your lipstick in your purse for touch ups,
and making sure your trusty condom was in your wallet, you made your way
downstairs to alert Negan that you were leaving.
He
was sitting on the couch watching TV when you slunk into the living room,
hoping he would notice how good you looked. He glanced up when he spotted you,
looking you up and down then cocking an eyebrow.
“Do
I need to be accompanying you to this party?” He smirks.
“Not
if I want to get any action.” You reply wittily.
He
holds up his hands in surrender.
“Alright,
alright, say no more.”
“Don’t
tell me I’m making you uncomfortable.” You tease, a playful smile set on your
features.
“Hah, you wish I was that fuckin’ squeamish. I just don’t wanna know you’re
doing anything that I should probably be telling your mom about.”
You
roll your eyes at the mention of your mom and turn to leave, feeling a little
pissed off that he had to ruin the moment by talking about her.
“We
should probably go, Y/F/N is waiting.”
“Alright
doll.” You hear him grab his keys and you lead the way out the door and to his
car. You slide silently into the passenger seat and don’t bother with turning
the radio on.
“No
fuckin’ tunes tonight, DJ?” Negan asks, staring at you inquisitively from the
drivers seat.
“Don’t
get me wrong I love the classic rock and metal, but that’s not what’s gonna be
playing at the party and I need to get in the right mood.”
“OK
well I don’t care what’s gonna be playing at the god damned party, I’m playing some
Anthrax and you’re gonna be backup singer as per fuckin’ usual. Alright?”
Despite
your inward strop, the corners of your lips quirk upwards against your will.
“Alright.”
“That’s
my girl.” And once he says that, all irritation within you dissipates, and you
focus on playing the best Anthrax songs you know. Even though you were excited,
you can’t help but feel disappointed when you see Y/F/N’s house approaching.
“Just
to the left here.” You direct Negan. Almost as soon as he pulls over, Y/F/N
comes bouncing out the front door of her house looking incredibly excited. She
hops in the backseat and greets Negan enthusiastically.
“Damn
what’s the deal with this party?” Negan chuckles at Y/F/N’s bubbly demeanour,
clearly not registering at all that her excitement was far more to do with his
presence.
“Nothing
really, she doesn’t get out much.” You joke, grinning at Y/F/N.
“Hey!
Negan, control your stepdaughter.” She fires back, and equally evil grin t
yours on her made-up face.
“Now,
now ladies, save the fighting for when you’re out of my damn car and I’m
nowhere fuckin’ near the two of you.” All three of you continue to laugh and
joke during the remainder of the ride to the house party.
It
takes mere minutes for Negan to pull up outside the guy’s house, which already
looks and sound pretty lively from the outside.
“Just
text me when ya’ll want me or if ya get into any trouble.” Negan instructs you,
a smile on his face but a somewhat contrary look in his eye.
“Cool.
See you later.” You smile back and move to exit the passenger seat, but Negan
grabs your arm. Y/F/N is already walking towards the house.
“I’m
serious, Y/N. Anything goes sideways, call me.” You’re not really certain how
to respond to his overly serious tone so you simply nod in response, then hurry
after Y/F/N. The two of you wait outside the door to be let in.
“What
did he say?” Y/F/N smirks at you. You shrug in an attempt to be nonchalant.
“Nothing
really. Jesus, are they gonna make us stand outside all night?”
As
if on cue, the door swings open and you’re ushered in by an already rather
drunk party goer that you vaguely recognise from around.
“Lets
go get drinks.” Y/F/N cheers and leads you around the ground floor until you
find the kitchen where there’s an entire table full of various bottles of
alcohol.
After
dancing a while with Y/F/N you go to sit down somewhere, she’s seen a guy that
she’s been plotting on for quite some time and you don’t want to screw up her
chances, or third wheel for that matter.
Despite
the rather luxurious settings and abundance of alcohol and people, you find
yourself a little bored. You sip your drink at the bottom of the stairs and
observe.
“Hey!
Y/N, what are you doing on the stairs?” You glance up and can’t help but smile.
It’s Y/C/N. He’s watching you with a playfully inquisitive look on his face.
This is actually the first time you’ve encountered him all evening.
“Just
resting.” You answer.
“Well
I’m calling the end of your rest. Let’s go.” He says, holding out a hand to you.
“Go
where?”
“We’re
gonna go dance, I’ll probably try and fail to flirt with you, and who knows
what next.” He laughs.
“I
think you’re failing by default.” You banter, taking his hand gingerly and
allowing him to pull you up. The second you’re stood upright, your body
registers just how much you’ve drunk. The world sways a little, but you’re
still fully functional.
“By
default?” He says in mock horror.
“You
fail at flirting the second you mention that you’re flirting.” You inform him,
a coy smile settling on your features as he leads you to the room where the
majority of people were dancing.
“Maybe
so, but you’re still coming to dance with me.” He fires back, pulling you into
him and leading your movements.
Conversation
ceases there as the pair of you dance, getting more and more inappropriate in
you moves the more you drink. Things are not progressing fast enough for your
intoxicated mind, so you lead him back out of the main room and back to the
stairs. You glance back at Y/C/N before ascending them.
“I
thought I failed?” He teases.
“Shut
up.” You groan and yank him up the first flight.
You
embark on an initially fruitless search for an empty room, all the ones you
check already occupied by people, some of them your classmates. You would have
to wipe those memories from your psyche before Monday. However, eventually you
stumble across what looks to be the dude’s parents’ room. This doesn’t bother
either of you as you enter.
You
slump down on the bed and Y/C/N pulls his shirt off, you follow suit, not
particularly sure how this is supposed to work. His eyes work over your bare
chest hungrily, he sits beside you and places his hands on either side of your
face as he kisses you gently. It’s sweet, but it feels as though something is
missing.
You
attempt to up the pace of the kiss but he redirects you every time. His hands
move slowly down from your face to your chest, squeezing ever so lightly that
you almost didn’t even realise he was doing it. You quickly become bored of his
ministrations, but you don’t know how to tell him you want him to move further.
You’re
so incredibly bored at this point that any sexual fervour you felt initially,
has gone out the window. You try to reach for his pants but he bats your hand
away. After that, you become embarrassed, and most of all, pissed off. You get
up and grab your shirt, yanking it over your head.
“Hey,
did I do something?” Y/C/N asks, his face warped with confusion.
“No.
You didn’t.” You sigh in irritation, and storm out of the room. On your way
down the stairs you run into Y/F/N. She’s hand in hand with some guy from her
biology class that she might have mentioned was attractive one time.
“Y/N, don’t worry about giving me a ride
home, I’m staying at Alex’s.” She giggles.
“You’re sure?” You ask, eyeing Alex
suspiciously, but he seems nice enough.
“Mhm.” She grins, “I’ll text you later.”
“If you don’t I’m sending out a search
party.” You say, shooting Alex a pointed look.
After
establishing Y/F/N’s relative safety, you send Negan a text asking him to pick
you up ASAP. Thankfully, he visited Simon after all so you didn’t have to wait
long before his black car pulled up in front of the house, almost invisible in
the dark.
“Hop
in.” He calls out to you from the driver’s side window. You sigh and get in,
knowing you’re about to receive a grilling as to why you left early.
“Party
sucked huh?”
“Nah.”
You replied bluntly.
“Its
only eleven.” Negan scoffs.
“So
I got bored. Can you just leave it?” You snap suddenly. You catch Negan
frowning at your manner.
“Where’s
Y/F/N?” He asks.
“She’s
staying with a friend.”
“Oh, a friend.” Negan chuckles, sussing exactly what the situation was
immediately. There’s a moment of silence between the two of you before Negan
speaks again, his tone different this time.
“Anyone
catch your eye?”
“Not
really.”
“Damn
liar.” Your head snaps round to glare at him. He shrugs, a cocky smirk on his
face. “I’ve known you a while now kid, which means I know when you’re fu-“
“Will
you stop fucking calling me kid?” You yell suddenly. Negan says nothing for a
good few minutes.
“If
it fuckin’ bothered you, you shoulda said.” His voice is quiet and there’s no
trace of humour on his lined face. You feel almost guilty. “Did someone hurt
you tonight?”
You
sigh. Even after shouting at him, your wellbeing is still at the forefront of
Negan’s mind.
“No.
I just… I was hoping tonight would go a certain way, but it didn’t.” You
explain, not wanting to go into too much detail. Negan glances at you, cocking
an eyebrow.
“Is
this not an incredibly uncomfortable conversation?” You stare at Negan
incredulously.
His
torso shakes in silent laughter.
“Hell
no. I’m old, I don’t get to hear no youthful drama any more. Besides, if ya
can’t talk to your old man about it, who can you fuckin’ talk to about it?”
“Ok
firstly, you are not my old man. Secondly, I would talk to Y/F/N about it but
she’s probably getting her brains screwed by Alex from biology.” Negan bursts
out laughing, the hearty sound vibrating through your body.
Your
lip quirks upwards slightly. You love when you manage to make him laugh
properly like this.
“Ok,
so I’m sensing a little bit of jealousy.”
“I do not like Alex from biology.” You grimace.
“Not
what I fuckin’ meant.” Negan snorts. “You wanted some action tonight and
whoever you were after wasn’t down.”
What
he’s insinuating makes your cheeks burn.
“I
didn’t get rejected I’ll have you know, he was just shitty.”
“Jesus
fuckin’ Christ doll.” Negan guffaws, clutching his stomach with one hand while
the other continues to steer. “Gonna make me crash this damn car.” You fold
your arms dejectedly.
“Ok
so lemme get this shit straight. You had your eye on ol’ boy. Ya’ll do whatever
it is the youth of today do to get each other’s pulses fuckin’ racing. Ya get
down to it… He couldn’t perform?” Negan theorises.
“Close,
but not quite.”
“So what?”
You
inhale deeply, avoiding Negan’s inquisitive gaze.
“He
was too gentle.” Silence. “The foreplay was so boring I just got mad and left.”
You spit out. Negan is still quiet, so you risk a look at him. To your surprise
he’s literally shaking with laughter, his bottom lip drawn between his teeth to
keep the sound in.
“What
the fuck is so funny?” You hiss. Finally, Negan lets it out.
“You
hardly know what you’re talking about.” He wipes a tear from his eye.
“Excuse
me?”
“You’re
what, eighteen? A virgin? You don’t know what your limits are yet.” He smiles
wryly.
You’re
fuming, face and neck bright red with shame. You’re relieved that you’re mere
seconds from your house.
“So
what if I’m a virgin? I know what the fuck I like and I’m sick and tired of
waiting around for someone who knows what they’re doing to magically appear in
my life!” You rant, fists clenched in your lap.
The
car screeches to a halt in your driveway taking you by surprise, your seatbelt
yanks you back against your seat and the air is knocked out of you. Your head
smacks against the headrest. Before you can register what just happened,
Negan’s seatbelt is undone and he’s leaning across the space between your seats
with one hand wrapped around your throat.
“You
know what you like with no experience huh? Is this too fuckin’ gentle for you
miss know-it-fuckin’-all?” His grip is so tight you can’t even draw enough
breathe to respond. You can feel your blood pumping beneath your skin, every
sound seems muffled and white spots cloud your vision. Negan slaps you hard
across the face. “Speak when you’re spoken to!”
And
its at that very moment, that you feel the familiar heat pooling in your
stomach, the dampness in your underwear.
“I
like this.” You choke out. Negan’s eyes widen in the low lighting, his grip
loosening in surprise. He clearly hadn’t anticipated this. Just as you expect
him to let you go and storm inside, never to mention what had transpired again,
he shocks you once more.
He
presses his lips to yours in a rough kiss. He gives you no adjustment period,
no light pecks or affectionate strokes to the face, just sharp bites to your
swollen lips, his tongue shoved into your mouth unceremoniously. And you
fucking love it. You don’t even realise that your hips are grinding against the
seat, desperate for some friction.
Negan
notices and chuckles, pushing the heel of his hand against your clothed cunt.
“Who’da
guessed you were such a dirty little girl.” He murmurs against your ear, before
attacking the sensitive spots on your neck with bites and scrapes, sucking
marks into it here and there. You’re a sweating mess of moans and groans when
Negan pulls back, laughing quietly at your disappointed pout.
“Get
your ass inside. We’re out here where all the fuckin’ neighbours could see.”
You don’t need to be told twice, unbuckling your seatbelt and hurrying inside.
You bounce on the balls of your feet while Negan unlocks the door, has it
always taken this long to do such a simple action? Eventually he finally gets
the damned thing open and you follow him inside.
He
leads you into the living room and rips your shirt off, throwing it aside.
While he removes his own, you pull the rest of your clothes off, leaving you in
only your underwear. Negan smirks at how eager you are, prowling towards you
like a ravenous panther to its prey. Your breath is caught in your throat and
he hasn’t even resumed touching you yet.
He
runs his fingertips over your body, looking you over, sizing you up. His hands
suddenly grip your arms so tightly you’re certain they’ll bruised tomorrow.
“You
really were prepared.” He comments, staring at your breasts in your sexiest
bra. “Shame he couldn’t appreciate it.”
He
pushes you down so you’re sitting on the couch.
“Don’t
worry doll, I’ll take good care of you. You know why?” His gorgeous brown eyes
stare up at you from his position, kneeling on the carpet before you.
“Why?”
You manage to breathe.
“Because
daddy knows best.”
You
almost come there and then. He begins tracing your slit with a long index
finger, you curse yourself for not taking off your underwear when you had the
chance.
“You’re
fuckin’ soaked, baby girl.” He groans in approval.
“Please
touch me.” You whimper.
His
face contorts suddenly in anger.
“You
don’t get to ask for shit. Is daddy gonna have to punish his princess already?”
He growls. You’re surprised by how genuinely frightened you are, you nod
quickly, hoping to appease him. “What?”
“No
daddy.” You’re catching on.
“Good.”
He smiles happily, then pulls your underwear to the side. He inhales sharply,
unable to take his eyes from your creamy pussy. “Mm. Will you just fuckin’ look
at that. Who’s all that tasty lookin’ icing for, baby?”
“You
daddy. It’s for you.” You whine, fidgeting impatiently.
“You
want daddy to have a taste?”
“Please,
have it all daddy.”
“Well
how can I resist an offer like that?” He smirks dangerously, licking his lips
as if in preparation. He sinks lower so that he’s face to face with your pussy,
eyeing it intently. You would be embarrassed at his intense stare and
proximity, but you’re too turned on to give a flying fuck.
He
presses his lips to your cunt as if they were your lips, then he surprises you
yet again by inhaling. You immediately become self-conscious that you smell
sweaty from the party, but he lets out a groan of pleasure.
“You
smell sweet as fuck princess. I just gotta find out if you taste just as
sweet.” And without further hesitation, he licks a long stripe up your cunt,
the tip of his tongue curled to collect all the cum that had gathered on your
lower lips.
The
sight of your stepfather licking cum from your cunt was like nothing you could
have ever imagined. On his hands and knees, he worshipped your pussy like it
was the first and last he’d ever see. When his fingers came into play, his
tongue’s attentions switched to your swollen clit, with he flicked expertly in
a way that had your legs shaking within seconds.
“Is
that good for you baby girl?” He asks, pausing momentarily.
“So
good daddy. The best.” You cry out. Your hands are grasping at the couch
pillows desperately, your toes curling to the point it was becoming painful. You’re
getting closer and closer to release, Negan’s middle and index finger ramming
in and out of you at a mind-blowing rate. You reach the edge, your mouth
hanging open as your body slowly topples over it.
“Cum
for daddy, princess.” Negan whispers and you completely lose it.
“Negan!”
You scream as you cum. You’ve never had an orgasm this intense, even though you
were certain that no one knew your body better than you did. But the way your
eyes rolled back, plunging you into darkness, and your entire body convulsed,
it seemed you were wrong.
When
you finally regain control of your body and senses, you realise Negan is
getting up. For a second, you’re overcome with the fear that he’s going to
leave you there on the couch, covered in your own juices, but the sight of him
unbuttoning his pants tells you otherwise.
“You
sure you want this?” He asks, his tone more serious than you’d ever heard it.
You
nod rapidly.
“Cuz
this is your first time. Once its gone, its gone.” He looks uncertain.
“I want you to take it daddy.” Once you say that, it seems any doubts he had
evaporate. You notice he’s not wearing any underwear, his dick springs free the
moment he pulls his jeans down, and holy shit. It’s huge. You’re suddenly
apprehensive and he notices.
“There’s
a reason I made you cum first. Don’t get me wrong, it’ll hurt, but it won’t be
unbearable with the way you fuckin’ soaked yourself.” He chuckles. You blush a
little, but feel less worried about the pain levels. He removes his jeans
completely and throws them aside, then positions you so that you’re laying
horizontally on the couch, one leg thrown across the back of it and the other
hanging off the edge of the seat.
Negan
then proceeds to align himself on top of you, one hand beside your head and the
other guiding his thick cock towards your virgin pussy. The head slides in
nicely, and you don’t understand why people make such a huge deal about losing
their virginity, but then he begins pushing the rest of himself inside and the
pain really starts. He grip his shoulders tightly, your eyes squeezed shut as
you try your hardest not to make a fuss.
“You
ok princess?” He asks, genuine concern lacing his tone.
“I’m
fine, keep going.” You assure him through gritted teeth. He keeps pushing, but
the process seems to be slowing down as it reaches the inevitable barrier.
“Baby,
I’m gonna have to push a little harder if we’re gonna get past this.” He warns
you.
“Please
daddy. Just do it.” You plead, not forgetting your manners even in this crucial
moment.
In
one fell swoop, Negan buries himself deep inside of you, causing you to quite
literally scream. He muffles the sound with one of his filthy kisses, taking
your mind off the sharp ache that has started between your legs. He immediately
begins to move in and out of you, the pleasure distracting you from the pain.
“Holy
shit.” You cry, as he hits the spot that your fingers could never quite reach.
“You’re
doing so good for daddy, baby.” He croons, biting your ear lobe as he fucks you
at a moderate pace. “You just fuckin’ let me know when you want me to switch it
up.”
“Now
please, daddy. Go faster.” You moan, your voice raspy.
“Damn,
don’t need to tell me twice doll.” He snarls, his thrusts suddenly deepening
and speeding up exponentially. He’s slamming into you at an unforgiving pace,
and you’re screaming his name with profanities littered in between. Not a
single thought is spared for the neighbours or anyone else for that matter.
Negan’s
breath is becoming laboured and fast, sweat dripping down his attractive face
that’s twisted in concentration.
“You’re
not on anything are ya?” He asks. Your mind falters, what does he mean? “Birth
control princess, are you on any?” He gasps out.
“Um,
no.” You manage to reply.
“Fuck.”
He mutters, then pulls his cock from inside you. He jacks himself off until
ropes of thick, white cum come squirting from the tip. The warm substance coats
your lower stomach, and you’re almost hypnotised by the way it slides down your
body. “I’d have loved to paint your fuckin’ walls white, but… Yeah.” He laughs
breathlessly.
You
notice that his dick is covered in a mixture of your blood and cum. You’re
immediately embarrassed now that you’ve come down from your sexual high.
“Sorry.”
You mutter.
“Sorry?
Don’t fuckin’ apologise doll. That was one of the best fucks I’ve had in a
while, and it was only your first time.” You glow at his praise.
“Go
on. Get in the fuckin’ shower and I’ll do ya a hot water bottle, you’ll thank
me tomorrow.” You don’t question him, but hesitate at the sight of the mess all
over the leather couch. “Daddy said go on. I’ll sort this out.” He pulls your
head to him to kiss your temple, then nudges you in the direction of the
hallway.
You
hurry up the stairs, realising that a shower actually sounds utterly amazing
right now.
warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI.JACKSON ERA. READER HAS NO PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION however she does wear Joel’s t-shirt and he semi lifts her onto a counter? sorta but not really? UNSPECIFIED AGE GAP (Joel is in his 50’s but reader’s specific age is not mentioned). established relationship, sort of. consumption of food (if you are allergic to peanuts, i so sorry). angst, Joel and Ellie’s strained relationship is lightly implied, Joel is insecure, it’s implied reader did some horrible things in her past, reassurance, briefsmut, unprotected p in v sex, creampie, consider it a quickie idk. apologies if i missed anything.
word count: 2.6k
a/n: this short lil thing has been sitting in my drafts forever. i finished it while i was in ireland and finally had the chance to sit down and do a quick edit and when i say it was quick, i flew through it so i could hop onto my next wip so please excuse any errors! here’s a spotify link to the song if anyone’s curious, it’s an oldie but a goodie although it may not be everyone’s cup of tea.