Kneel For Negan

Remember That...

Warnings: Language, smut 

Words: Drabble, 578

"Remember that I like you a lot doll, but I'm about to fuck you like I don't." Negan's gruff voice would growl before he'd bury his face between your legs. Your nails would dig into the sheets of his bed, sometimes so hard that you would cause tears. It was asked that you kept your moans to a controllable level because he didn't want any of his other wives to hear you, it was a rule that none of his wives had sex with him in his bed... but for you, he made an exception.

"Remeber that just because you're here, doesn't mean you get to walk around like you own the place." He would seethe through gritted teeth as he yanked you to the side, pushing you against the concrete wall and staring at you with nothing but pure rage filling his eyes. This was a repeating occurrence, you always felt the need to talk back to him. You didn't do it because of hatred, you just did it because you wanted him to know that prey can pick on the predator sometimes too, not jus the other way around. 

"Remember that no matter what goes on between us, Lucille will always be my number one." You knew that when he told you this, while in the middle of fucking you, he only said it to upset you and confuse you at the same time. Negan was a man with an unstable mindset but yet he knew just what to do to get into someone else's mind - he enjoyed playing psychological games. As Lucille was very important to him, he had mentioned plenty of times how much you reminded him of her and although you knew you could never be a replacement for his late wife, you had to have been close with how he treated you compared to his other wives.  He never actually meant what he said, he just knew that it would make your nails dig more into his back and he was definitely a man who liked to bare the marks you left to some of his closest Saviors. 

"Remember that I would never hurt you..." He would constantly remind you of this, even though you never once thought he would lay a hand on you. Part of him feared of your all-out rejection, not wanting to be close to him anymore, and the other part feared that one day you might actually think he would hurt you. The words were reassuring, of course, but as bad as Negan was, you didn't think you could ever get to the point where you'd think he would physically hurt you - at least not on purpose. 

"Remember that if you make a sound, I'm gonna spank you later tonight..." This was a warning, but one that would always excite you. He would always try and make you come at the most inappropriate times but expected you to keep your mouth shut and your moans concealed cause he didn't really like the thought of anyone else knowing that his fingers are currently buried inside your vagina. You would always purposely make some sound and quickly make up an excuse for it so that no one would figure what's actually going on, this would annoy the hell out of Negan but when he would spank you later that night, his annoyance would quickly subdue at noticing how much you liked it.