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# 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭- 𝐧, 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐡

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭: you're one of negan's wives, his favorite. he likes you because you challenge him, his authority. and boy, he loves reminding you who's in charge. season 7 era. (2nd person POV)

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: face-fucking, degrading, pet names, thigh riding, unproof-read smut😬

𝟏𝟏𝟕𝟓 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

you sat silently in the corner of the wives' common room, nursing a glass of whiskey. you observed as all the girls sulked and moped around due to the fact they either lost their husbands or personal freedom.

in contrast to your sister-wives, you weren't married to negan due to the benefits, you were married to him because you truly loved him. maybe, you were insane for it, but it was the beautiful, beautiful truth.

you loved the power he had over you, and how he'd sometimes pretend to let you have some over him before shutting your dominance down.

you'd disobey him sometimes, though. you loved being a brat just so he'd punish you.

you went for another swig of your drink, but you were slightly tipsy. the alcohol spilled down the front of your black cocktail dress. you groaned and you slammed your glass down on the wooden table next to you.

your heels clicked against the wooden floor as you waltzed down the hall to your bedroom.

you unzipped your dress and let it fall off of your shoulders and onto the ground. as you went to remove your high heels, so you could shower, you heard the door open.

"hey, baby," negan walked through the door, shutting it behind him. you whipped your head to look at him and the look he gave you made you nervous.

"y'know, the polite thing to do is knock," you said, sitting down on your bed, not bothering to cover up, considering he'd already seen you. you only had your black heels and lacey panties on.

"well, the proper thing to do is lock the door when you're getting naked," he smirked, setting lucille down against the wall.

you just scoffed and leaned back on your mattress. "you joining me, or what?" you said in a low and seductive tone. the thought of

"if you insist, doll," negan removed his black leather jacket and sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing our thigh, squeezing every now and again.

he stared into your eyes with both love and lust. butterflies fluttered in your stomach as his hand inched closer to your clothed pussy.

you allowed a soft whimper to escape your lips, this fueled negan further. he pulled the lower bit of your underwear to the side and ran his middle finger up and down your wet slit.

he teased your entrance too many times. "negan! stop fucking teasing," you whined. he smirked at your snappy attitude, it being what he loved most about you.

"that's what you want? ok, c'mere," he patted his knee, inviting you to it. you bit your lip, knowing what he was suggesting. you pulled your heels off and moved onto his thigh.

you weren't going to play shy or innocent. you held onto negan's shoulders and slowly began grinding your cunt onto his clothed leg.

the rough denim from his jeans made the sensation all the more ecstatic.

he watched you amusedly, yet closely. he placed his hands on your hips and guided you.

you took your bottom lip in between your teeth to suppress your moans. "it's alright, baby. you can be as loud as you want. what's anybody gonna do, complain?" he allowed.

"shut up," you sighed as you continued using his thigh for your own desires.

you could tell you were working negan up. with the way his eyes darkened, you could tell he was only one snarky comment away from bending you over and fucking you brainless.

the thought excited you and urged you to move even quicker. you felt the knot in your stomach tighten and you knew you were close.

"you close?" your husband asked. you simply nodded your head, too afraid to speak in fear of losing the feeling you felt in between our legs.

"don't." he ordered. you scoffed at this, not letting up. that seemed to be his breaking point. he didn't have to use much strength to flip both of you over.

you whined at the loss of contact. "you wanna disobey me, hm?" he asked. you stayed silent, at a loss for words.

"cat got your tongue? just a minute ago you had a lot to say, fucking brat," negan said, stripping off his remaining layers of clothing.

you went to remove your panties, getting wetter by the second. you couldn't wait to feel him fill you up.

it was then he stopped you. "oh, you think i'm gonna fuck you after that bullshit you just pulled? get on your knees," he demanded.

you were taken aback for a moment before you decided your best shot at getting him to fuck you was to obey.

kneeling down in front of him, negan pulled your hair into a makeshift ponytail.

you didn't need any more instruction. you pressed a long, wet, kiss on the tip before you pushed your head all the way down.

your gag reflex, or lack thereof, made it a lot easier to do this. he let out a prolonged groan as he felt your tongue trace each and every vein on his length.

you already had him memorized, from all the previous nights he spent inside your tight throat.

slowly, you pulled your head off of him and began bobbing your head up and down his manhood.

unfortunately, you pace was far from satisfactory to negan. he used your hair as a sort of handle to pull your head off of him completely.

you looked up at him with confused, wet, eyes. "open," he said. 

you allowed your jaw to fall and he wasted no time pushing his cock down your throat.

his pace was relentless. you demanded you look at him as he fucked your face and you felt as though had no other choice.

you looked so beautiful to him. negan always thought you looked best when he made a mess out of you. with your mascara running down your cheeks and pretty tits on display, he loved you so much more now than ever.

"fuck, baby. i'm gonna come," he moaned as his thrusts quickened, yet became more sloppy. 

he threw his head back in sheer ecstasy and pleasure. you loved that he felt good, and even more so that it was your mouth he was using and abusing for his own desires.

it didn't take much longer for negan to reach his release. he shot his load down your throat. you had no choice but to swallow, and you took it all.

you savored the sweet, yet salty taste and looked up at him with a bright smile as he pulled his dick out of your mouth.

he swiped some of the remaining sperm from the corner of your mouth and stuck his thumb in your mouth, allowing you to suck it clean.

"next time you wanna get fucked by me, you can just ask, don't be a fuckin' brat. okay, doll?" he said, helping you off your knees.

"yes, daddy," you joked before silently inviting him to the shower. negan chuckled to himself, and yet he still followed you.

kaia speaks ! 💌: i haven't updated in years.. sorry ? anyway, i am by NO means a negan apologist, but jdm is a fucking sex god. i need him.