You step out of the bathroom, tugging on the black corset until it’s straight. Negan’s hazel eyes scan you as he stays quiet for a moment. You clear your throat, finding the silence awkward as he stares. Yesterday you’d mentally built yourself up to be stood in front of him like this, but today you felt self conscious, especially because the room was eerily quiet.
“So…no witty comment?” You ask him, breaking the silence as you cross your arms over your chest. “No comment about how I’m a 'lovely fucking sight’?” You mock. A smirk instantly dances on Negan’s lips as he licks them.
“That’s very fuckin’ presumptuous of you, sweetheart,” Negan chuckles. You immediately blush, realising the way it came out.
“I just meant that you…I didn’t mean that I think…” You stammered. You were silenced by Negan getting up to his feet as he slowly closed the gap between you. His large hand wraps carefully around your throat as his thumb presses under your chin and lifts your face to his.
“I was fuckin’ right, doll. You do look ball achingly smokin’ in this…” He drawls. You blush harder, suddenly not feeling so self conscious. He presses his lips to yours and you respond, wrapping your hands around either side of his neck. It was hot and messy, but yet controlled…by Negan of course, his free arm wrapping
around your waist as he pulls you in closely so you’re pressed against his body, his cock already hardening under the fabric between you. You let out a short muffled squeal as he lifts you in his one arm, your legs automatically wrapping around his waist as he carries you to your bed, throwing you down onto it with such authority and dominance that it doesn’t feel careless; it feels safe. You lean on your elbows so you can reach his lips again, your fingers clumsily tugging on his t-shirt as he rips the grey material over his head so quickly, it only breaks your kiss for barely a second. You try to tug on his belt next, but his large hands grip your wrists tightly and pin them to your sides. You pull away from the kiss and glare at him playfully.
“I’m the one in charge here, sweetheart,” He reminds you, a smug grin painted on his swollen lips. You push against him, pulling him down onto the bed as you roll over and straddle his hips.
“Sure about that…sweetheart?” You mock triumphantly. Negan chuckles beneath you as you lift your eyebrows, waiting for his response. You trace one of the tattoos on his chest delicately, glancing up to see his stare on your face. His tongue was dancing along his reddened lips as he laughed quietly to himself, his hand wandering up your thigh, over your hip, to the dip of your waist, over the curve of your breast until it settled around your throat. Suddenly, you feel him flip you over, pinning you down to the mattress again.
“Yes, I’m fuckin’ sure, doll.” He replies, a slight strain in his voice as he pins you. You groan, defeated.
“Dammit.” You mutter, wriggling beneath him. His free hand tugs on your panties until they are around your knees and you kick them off the rest of the way. Negan’s hand still firmly, but carefully, around your neck stops you from being able to do much, so you just struggle beneath him, grunting in frustration that you’re not allowed to touch him. His body drops off the bed as he drags you closer to the edge, his hand now pulling on your thigh so your legs open wider. When you look down at him, it hits you. He’s going to…
“Holy shit…” You gasp, the feeling of the warmth and wetness of his mouth against you causing your breath to catch in your throat. The hairs of his beard grazing your inner thighs as you try to squeeze them shut, causing Negan to grip your thigh harder and keep it pinned to the bed. You arch your back as much as his hold on you will allow and bite down on your bottom lip so hard, you may draw blood. He’d never done this to you before. The feeling so intense your body actually couldn’t take it as his tongue presses and swirls around your bundle of nerves, letting his teeth graze it now and then giving you a delicious hint of pain. His hands let go of your neck and thigh and you immediately sit up more, looking down at him. You never thought you’d think this, but damn that man is good looking from this angle. Ok, so you might be biased right now…“Fuck.” You gasp, all thoughts leaving your mind as you collapse back on the bed and stare up at the ceiling, trying to focus on saving your orgasm for later. “Wait, Negan…stop…” You let out breathlessly. You can’t take it anymore. It’s too much, your whole body shakes and you gasp as the cold air hits the wetness that Negan’s mouth had left behind, mixed with the
wetness of your arousal. Before you could recover, Negan has knelt on the bed, pushing himself straight into you, his lips crashing down on yours as you taste yourself on his lips and tongue, the slickness making the edges of his beard glisten. His mouth moves to your ear as he thrusts, and you take the opportunity to nibble and suck on his neck, feeling his pulse beneath your teeth and swollen lips.
“Fuck, doll…that pussy was fucking made for my cock,” he grunts quietly, the heat of his breath against your ear causing the hairs on the back of your neck to stand up.
“Fuck yes,” you agree.
It really was.
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Prized Possession {Negan}
FanfictionNegan's back at Alexandria to collect and this time he wants Rick's prized possession; you Would you fall in love with Negan?
