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#69 walkingdead
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Summary: It’s the Fourth of July and you’re confronted by an old family friend. After assisting Negan with a cooler, he corners you. According to Negan, you’re a big girl now.
Warnings: Smut/notsfw, teasing, dirty talk, strong sexual tension
“Y/N! Hey, did you get the cooler? We’re about to start on the fireworks,” my dad pokes his head into the kitchen, pointing to the cooler in my hand.
“Ye-yeah, I’ll be out there soon just give me a sec,” I respond with a quick smile. I watch as he leaves, placing the cooler on the kitchen countertop and I run upstairs to my bedroom. I look in the mirror with a frown, “Shit, I didn’t know he was gonna be here.” I toss off my childish Fourth of July get-up and throw on some blue shorts and a red tank top that accentuates my boobs —there isn’t much, but it’s doing something.
“Damn, okay!” Impressed with my look, I smile at myself in the mirror and touch up my makeup a bit. I’m back downstairs rushing to the cooler and outside on the patio. Music is blasting, and the smell of barbecue blesses my nostrils yet again. I scan around the party and find my parents sitting in lawn chairs chatting with their friends —oh shit, there he is again. Dimples and peppery hair on this man is a godsend.
“Hey Y/N, what took you so long? I could’ve taken a shit faster than that!” my dad laughs, glancing at my mom with wide eyes. I look at my mom and she chuckles shaking her head lightly. Alright sure it takes me forever to get ready, but I know for a fact my dad can’t shit that fast. Hazel eyes look up at me and my heart stops momentarily.
“Negan, do you mind filling that cooler with some more ice?” my dad asks his friend. Sweat sticks to my clammy hands as Negan stands to grab the cooler.
“You alright sweetheart? Look like you just saw a ghost.” Negan’s smooth voice comes from above me. All I can do is laugh awkwardly and shake my head, because no words can come out of me at this moment. He chuckles and pats my shoulder, lightly brushing past me.
My mom looks at me and points in Negan’s direction. “You could help him with the ice.” See I’m aware this isn’t a suggestion and she really wants me to walk my ass over there. Ugh, why not make me feel anymore uncomfortable than I already am. I stick my tongue out at her jokingly and make my way to the kitchen. Now that I think about it, I could have easily put more ice in it before I walked outside.
“H-hi, I was told to help you out in here,” I say. Negan turns to face me with a grin, and he clicks his tongue with a nod as if he wants to say something, but he keeps to himself. “How old are you now? 17?”
“N-no, I’m 19,” I stammer, taken aback by the random question. He looks up at me with a hum and smirks.
“Mhm, so you’re a big girl now. All grown up I see,” Negan smiles warmly, his eyes drifting to the front of my camisole.
“Yeah— yep, t-that’s me,” I respond awkwardly, reaching around him for the extra drinks.
“I remember when you were about 10. Talkin’ bout fairies and shit. It was cute… thought of you like a daughter, ya know.”
Negan peers behind himself hesitantly, before placing his hands on either side of me, trapping me against the counter. He smirks devilishly revealing his dimples hidden under his graying stubble. With a chuckle he casually pokes at my protruding nipples over my red tank top. Negan gives one a flick and teases at the other. In shock, I swat his hands away, but he catches them, aware that I won’t stop until he does. “What the hell are you doing?” I whisper yell.
He doesn’t respond, but instead leans down so that he’s eye level. He then resumes making his point.
“And I remember you used to cry and beg for a pony. All like, ‘I want a horsey to ride on daddy!’” he pauses and licks his lips hungrily, “is that something you still want? …To ride on a horse, sweetheart?”
Negan is absolutely hot, but he’s my dad’s friend… something like this is definitely crossing the line.
“What is it, darlin’? Too old for ya?”
“You’re friends with my parents… it’s not appropriate. I mean you randomly started touc—”
“Not appropriate? You wanna know what’s not appropriate?” Negan whispers sneeringly, firmly grabbing at my hip, “When you walk around in this skimpy outfit in front of a grown ass man, actin’ like you wouldn’t catch my attention.”
I’m at a loss for words. There’s no mistake that I’ve made him sexually aroused. His cologne tickles at my nose as he presses his slender body further onto me. I so badly want to push him away and storm off, but his charms are clouding my judgement. Beads of sweat drip down my back, heat growing at my core. He’s so close and I would be lying if I wasn’t desperate for his touch.
“You’re a big girl right? Well, why don’t you use your words to tell me what you want?” Negan suggests, leaning forward to cup my chin. His thumb brushes over my bottom lip, causing me to whimper. “Negan, I- I d-dont know…”
His bulge digs into my stomach and —damn, he’s big! I can’t help but widen my eyes and Negan notices. “Do you like my dick? It’s probably bigger than the ones you’ve had before —that’s if you’re not a little virgin,” Negan laughs, watching as I turn away from him. He bucks his hips into me, running his fingers deliciously over the crotch of my shorts, giving me the friction I need.
“This is what ya want, huh? Thought I was gonna have to turn you out, darlin’,” Negan snickers against my exposed collarbone. “…unless you still need me to.”
“Negan, anybody could walk in right now,” I say and push him away. Negan shakes his head with a grunt and continues his assault on my heat. His rough fingertips rub the skin under my shorts, grazing past my throbbing lips. “Oh… sh-shit! Negan, st-stop!” I gasp into his chest, grabbing at his shoulders.
“This should be a familiar feelin’. I know you’ve gotten your little pussy rubbed before at some party or during class, and you had to stay quiet. This is just like that, sweetheart. It’s no different.” Negan assures me, rubbing fast circles over my clit. He takes his digits from under my shorts, inspecting my wetness. Seconds later, he spits on them, returning them to my core. “Fuckin’ shit, you’re drippin’ all over my fingers. Bet your thinkin’ about how it would feel to have my big cock deep inside this tight cunt,” Negan groans gruffly, emphasizing with a quick push at my entrance.
I’m almost on the verge of passing out, with this man’s hands all over me. Every ounce of pleasure shoots through my pussy, my hips stuttering at the relentless friction. “Oh God! F-fuck, so good!”
Negan pulls away hastily, licking across his bottom lip. “I think that’s enough. We can’t have you walkin’ around with come drippin’ down your legs. Especially in front of your parents. Mommy and Daddy wouldn’t be so happy about that, now would they?” I shake my head with a whimper, still feeling myself on the verge of releasing. It pisses me off that he would get me worked up and not let me come. Negan grips my waist roughly with a firm squeeze and snorts. “Oh… you didn’t think we were gonna fuck, did you? Ohh no, darlin’. This is all fun and games —just a tease. I can’t go around and start fuckin’ my best friend’s daughter,” he grins and leans in closer, “now that would be inappropriate.”
