leather - negan x reader

chapter twenty-nine - kneel

tw: so much smut. like an ungodly amount. also shitty 'punishment' scenes but i have no brain cells left at this point. this is a literal fuckfest, prepare yourselves

*unedited for ^ reason* (i'll do so at a later date)

"put your hands up!" one yells.

"no," i say as i swing back into the window i crawled out of. "i changed my mind, i'm back," i smile at negan, who laughs.

"let's get down from there," he says.

"let's not," i say as he slowly makes his way over to me. everyone was still kneeling and silent.

"you want me to say please, don't you?" he laughs, "i can do that, love. please?" he asks.

"no, you can't make me," i smirk.

he raises his eyebrows and smiles at me. he could. but he isn't able to get up here, so he can't. "if you make me get up there, i'll punish you in front of everyone."

"ugh, you're no fun," i exaggerate as i lower myself to the vent and then jump down.

"why can't you listen?" he asks as he wraps his arm around my shoulders.

"that's not any fun. and it's not like i deserve to be in jail," i huff as we make our way through the silent crowd.

we climb the stairs, "i'm surprised you haven't learned your lesson. you gotta listen to me," he turns to the crowd, "as you were." he turns back to me, i've got an amused look on my face.

"really? kneeling?"

"yep. and you'll kneel for me later, more excited for that one," he smiles as we walk through an empty lounge and into his room. he locks the door behind him and i take several steps back. he closes the distance between us, "mm, that's a no-no. running is too. and escaping. damn, you love breaking rules, don't you?"

"it's fun," i smile at him.

"it is, unless it's my rules. so," he unbuttons my pants and unzips them. he pulls them off before taking my hand, "now, you get consequences." he pulls me over his knee on the couch. he slaps my ass at least ten times before pulling me up. "now you wanna listen?"

"mhm," i murmur, trying to ignore the extreme amount of slickness pooling between my thighs.

"that's not the right answer, love," he squeezes my ass.

"yes, sir."

"good girl. now, as much as i would like to keep you in here, you've gotta go back to your cell. but, that doesn't mean i can't do this," he pushes me down onto the couch and crawls on top of me, kissing me. i deepen it, pushing my tongue in his mouth. he returns it, putting his in mine as we kiss. our tongues entangle themselves, then explore the other's mouth. finally, we pull apart and he smiles down at me.

"baby, if you plan on running again, i'd like a heads up. or if you wanna sneak up on that low ceiling again, i think it'd be a great place for me to fuck you," he smirks.

"that's all you think about, isn't it?" i ask as he pulls me back onto his lap, my underwear soaked from his actions and words. i try masking my voice, hoping he wouldn't realize how much him saying that affected me.

"sure as fuck is. now, c'mere so i can kiss you again."

my hands go behind his neck as i lean in and kiss him again. i run them through his hair, he grips my ass. i groan into his mouth, which makes him smile against my lips. he pushes my hips against his jeans, rubbing my underwear against his bulge. i moan into his mouth, making him smile again before pulling back. "if i keep doing that i won't be able to pull off my plan for tonight," he says as i climb off of his lap and put my pants back on.