Negan x reader

pt. 25

Smut time bitches! Took me 25 chapters but it's smut time! Warning! Angry sex,  breath play,  slight masochism.
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Reaching the sanctuary I got out the truck and immediately walked to the room not saying a word to Negan. What he did fucking hurt. Plus there was some mental shit I would have to work on later. For example finding him gutting a man attractive. And I really looked forward to berry picking. Once I opened the door I went over to my little hawk Rowan. "Hey honey." I sigh stroking his feathers. Quietly I look over his wing sling. "Good boy you still haven't taken it off." I continue to stroke his head and he puffs up his feathers all happy like. "(Y/n), darling, come on I'm sorry." Negan says coming through the door. I roll my eyes and just sit with Rowan silent with my back to Negan. I take the green ribbon out of my hair and set it in one of my boxes. "(Y/n), talk to me." Negan starts up getting slightly irritated. I calmly set Rowan in his little nest. Then I go to get ready to go to bed. I unzip my dress, my back still to Negan. "I know what I did was shitty but you can't just not speak to me!" His voice slowly starts growing louder and I smirk. Taking off the dress I go over and grab a night gown. I have gone years without saying a word to anyone, and he thinks I can't just stop talking to him?

Sliding the nightgown on I stretch and yawn. "Good night Rowan." I smile and pet the little hawk one more time. "Jesus fucking Christ (y/n)! I'm trying to apologize here!" Negan shouts as I make myself a bed on the couch. Without looking at him I flip him off. I don't hear anything for a moment until I feel him grab my hand and spin me around. "Alright, that shit stops now. Got it. Now you're gonna listen to me." He orders before pushing me down onto the couch. "I was an asshole today. I can admit that. But you can't just keep ignoring me when you're mad at me. Unlike you I don't want a repeat of the last time this happened." He explains in a low voice. One of his hands next to my head and the other pointing at me. I glare at him and cross my arms before turning my face away. "No, fucking none of that." Negan says as he takes his gloved hand and grabs my face turning it back to look him in the eyes, squishing my cheeks. "I fucking love you. You're fucking mine. You fucking love me. I should not have used you like I did today but it wasn't a part of the fucking plan. I told you when we got there that I would keep the interactions to a minimum with Rick for you. But he showed up." Negan gets closer to my face. "It was a power move (y/n), kissing the daughter of a man who wants me dead. You were just there in the moment." I glare at Negan and get gis hand off of my face. "You used me like a fucking pawn Negan! How do you want me to feel? Fucking honored?" I question getting in his face.

"I'm fucking pissed off at you. I don't what you did, I would have been ok with it if you had just talked to me about it first! Like all you would have had to say to me was 'hey darlin if your dad does show up I have an idea of how we can piss him off together.' But no you didn't." Negan looks genuinely confused for a minute and I just roll my eyes. "You know what. I'm gonna take a shower. I wanna wash this whole day off of me." I finish and get up past Negan. I grab my bath robe and towel from a suit case and walk out the door. Thankfully I already knew where the showers were. Hopefully no one would be in them.

I walked for a little bit before finally reaching the shower room. "Excuse me is anyone in here?" I knock and check. No one replies so I step in and set down my robe and towel before turning on the water. Stripping the nightgown off I take off my bra and underwear placing them with my robe and towel. I stretch my arms before stepping into the lukewarm water. I missed my bath back home. And occasionally bathing in the rain water. As I wash off images of what happened today flash over my mind. The look on Negan's face as he plunged the knife into Spencer's stomach. The blood on his face. As I picture everything one hand travels between my legs. As my finders make small circles on my clit my brain keeps pulling up the images of today. Helping Negan Shave, how he just picked me up like it was nothing and kissed me. My free hand moves up to my throught where Negan had left small marks. "Fuck." I whisper tilting my head back slightly. I move my fingers faster as the picture of Negan gutting Spencer came up again. That big knife. "Negan~." Everything runs on a loop as I get closer to the edge.