What If? (Negan) (COMPLETED)

Confessions

A/N: Smut warning! If you do not feel comfortable with sexual situations, please feel free to skip this chapter.
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"Hey, dollface, I need to see you..." Negan says, his voice coming in through the walkie-talkie he had given to me.

"I need to see you too..." I say back, pressing the button on the side. with a sigh, I clip it back onto my belt and I begin walking towards his room.

I gently knock on the door, and it opens a bit, revealing Negan's brittle face.

He gestures for me to step inside, and I do so.

"You first"

We both say at the same time, like little kids about to share secrets.

"Okay, I just wanted to know if you want to start going on runs with us...as a job. You've proven to me that you're capable...I'd love you to become an actual Savior.."

Am I hearing correctly, or did Negan just ask me to become one of his saviors?

"Uhh...yeah. It's way better than the old job.." I say, crossing my arms.

He walks over to his desk, and he plops down on the chair.

I lean against the wall, not wanting to get too close.

"So, why did you want to see me?" He twirls Lucille in his hands, the barbed wire around the bat seeming to mock me.

"I.....never mind. It's not that important..." There I go, building up those walls.

"Um, no it is important. Now that you've done told me you wanted to see me, you've sparked my interest...so, tell me, dollface, what is it?"

I can hear my heart beating at a rapid pace.

"I'm gonna need to sit down for this..." He notions for me to sit in the chair just in front of him. With a quick inhale/exhale of breathe, I sit.

"Spill..."

I can't bring myself to look into his devilish eyes.

"I think..I think I have feelings for you. I know it seems absolutely ridiculous, but I just can't stray away from what I feel. Negan, you're evil, and you're twice my age. I don't understand-........"

He cuts me off, as he slams Lucille on the desk.

Was he mad at me?

He stands up, leans over the desk, and he locks eyes with me.

"Dollface, calm down..."

I nod my head once, taking a deep breath.

"Now, to be truthful, I already fucking knew that. I could see it in your eyes..." He smirks and bites his lip, which only causes my breath to hitch.

He slowly walks over to me, and I honestly do not know what's happening.

...or do I?

"But guess what? I fucking like you too. And that is a bigass deal for me! Negan doesn't like anyone!"

He is standing inches away from me, and I can't stop the pool forming between my legs. I try though; I cross my legs.

"I....I don't know what to say...I..."
I'm suddenly caught off guard as Negan presses his soft lips against mine. His scruff scrapes my cheek, and I have to admit...it turns me on.

Surprised, I pull away. I could feel the pool growing more and more.

"Damn. Why'd you pull away?" He asks. I could see his eyes filling with lust.

"Because...I...I'm...I...I like this." I stutter; my cheeks turn a light shade of pink.

"That was the fucking point, dollface. Now, you can either go back to your room, or we can talk this out. Your choice."

Not knowing what else to do, I remain standing  here in his dimly lit room.

"I want to talk this out..." i say truthfully. Things were so different; He seemed different.

"Good fucking choice."

Just as I suspected, though, he doesn't talk at all. He just sets his bat up against the wall, and kisses me again.

This is so damn wrong. But I cant stop myself.

I kiss back instantly, the feeling of his lips on mine making me want more. My hands find their way to his soft black hair, and I can feel the smirk on his face.

Negan gently backs me up against the wall, and moves his kisses to my neck.

I gasp in surprise; that was my weakness. Nobody knew that, except for my ex boyfriend, Eric.

His scruff turns me on; I love the way is slices through my soft flesh, without even leaving a mark.

"Negan..." i whisper, but he only shuts me up. His hands rest upon my breasts, and things just go downhill from there.

Things start happening so fast. I rip his shirt and leather jacket off, my eyes widening as I see he toned body. He had rock hard abs...

He rips my shirt and my bra off, taking one of my nipples into his mouth.

A small moan escapes my lips, and I can feel myself getting super soaked.

"I want you to beg for me, dollface..."
he whispers in my ear, and I swear it sets off a bomb in my mind. I obey him.

"I want you, Negan. I want you to take me..." i say, my voice cracking as he begins to unbutton my jeans. Soon enough, we are both completely in the nude.

My eyes immediately wander down to his member. It was rather large, and it made me melt.

Negan smirks as he catches me looking. He picks me up with his strong arms, and he gently sets me down on the small leather couch just in front of his desk.

"Are you ready for this, dollface?"

Nodding, I bite my lip as he lines himself up at my entrance. As he gently slides his member inside of me, a small moan escapes my lips. I was not used to this; I could feel myself stretching.

After a few minutes, he starts up a steady pace, and the pain subsides. As he pounds into me, it feels so good. I haven't felt this in so long...

With every thrust, I get closer and closer; I can tell he does too.

Within minutes, we both come undone, and we are breathing messes.

As our heart rates return to normal, we stumble to put our clothes back on. Did that really just happen? Did my fantasies just come to life?

I can hear Negan's deep laugh.

"Well, shit. That was great. I knew there was something special about you..." he kisses my lips once more, and I smile widely.

At least now I know my feelings are true....
As are his.

Negan, the badass killer, just basically confessed his feelings for me.