despise - negan x reader

chapter xx - sore

tw: overstimulation, rough sex, 'punishment', oral, etc

my body was sore all over, i was immobile. negan drove the rv as i laid in the bedroom, trying to decipher all the things we had just done to each other.

i'd never done anything like that, well i had, but it was never that good. it never left me wanting that person again. i usually moved on, but him? i don't think i could. i wonder if he feels the same way, i mean, he called me special. but he probably tells all his wives that.

my mind continued arguing back and forth. the pros and cons racked up in my brain. i was so busy thinking i didn't even notice that the rv had stopped. i didn't notice until he was back in the room, shutting the door behind him before climbing back on top of me. he was fully dressed, i'd change that if i had the energy.

he watched my face as he inserted his fingers back inside of me. "good girl," he purred into my ear. my stomach muscles contracted again, it was as painful as it was pleasurable. my muscles there had been the sorest.

"negan, i can't," i mustered out into a moan.

"oh yes, you can. i've watched you do it for hours now. you can do it again, baby," he said as he hooked his fingers deeper inside of me.

just as i was about to give in, give him what he wanted, he pulls his finger out. he sucks on them before inserting them in my mouth. "i'll finish you later baby, put some clothes on. we've got business to attend to," his deep voice vibrates into his chest which had once again collided with mine.

"i can't get up," i complain.

"yes, you can. and you will," he says before standing up. "baby, you know if you listened, this would all be a whole lot better for you," he grabs his bat, resting it on his shoulder.

"no, i physically don't think i can move," i explain.

he chuckles and walks back to me, sitting me up. "here," he hands me my shirt and jeans, "i don't want you wearin' nothin' underneath this. we are not done yet," he whispers in my ear.

i refrain from gasping in utter shock, how was this man not bone-tired? how could he possibly be able to do more of this? i wanted to of course, but i don't think my body could.

he stands, leaving me alone with my thoughts. i grimace as i get dressed. my legs feel like jelly, aching, begging for me to lie down. i brush my hair with a comb lying on the bathroom counter and use anything i can find to make me not look like a complete mess.

i try to keep my face smooth despite the pain i'm in as i walk to the front of the rv. negan smiles at my slight limp, "i told you stretching helps," he pesters.

"i can hardly walk, let alone stretch. how the hell are you just not fazed by what we just did?"

"i'm an experienced man, though i've never done anything quite like that," he says as he stares at my nipples poking through my shirt, i cross my arms to hide them. that really didn't help.

"my eyes are up here," i say.

"i know baby. believe me, i know," he says before tearing his eyes away and opening the rv door. he motions for me to come out, "now don't be shy, ms. l/n, not after what we just did."

i hesitate but slowly climb down the steps. "simon get the lady a seat, i don't think she can stand much longer," negan says proudly. my cheeks blaze red as i look down, my arms still crossed. simon unfolds a chair beside me and i sit in it.

"anyways, time to get down to business. wanted to introduce myself before we get to the fun stuff. i'm negan, their leader," he points to the people behind him with lucille then to me, "that's one of my wives. she's real pretty isn't she?"