The Walking Dead x Reader

Negan : The Long Kiss Goodnight (Kink -Dry Hump)

It was late into the night, the other girls. Of the odd little harem had all drifted to sleep with the aid of home brewed wine. You lingered in the dim light of a single candle, proof reading a perfume drench letter.

Lips painted red you plant a careful kiss near your signature and fold the letter, leaving it on the desk, his desk.

A small packed satchel at your feet.

In the stiff silence of the night, the door creeked open behind you.

Negan's eyes fell on the bag at your feet. He slung Lucille over his shoulder and grinned "does my second favorite girl have a gift for me?" He near purred as he sauntered in, closing the door behind him with a kick of his foot.

You stood frozen, you had hopped to be gone already. Taking a step to the side you reveal the note, you're back still too him - to look in his eyes now would only bind you here.

You loved him to the point it hurt, a bitter sweet ache deep within your chest. You were second only to Lucille in his eyes. That damned bat...but still you understood. He'd told you that story.

He'd uttered the deepest most hidden parts of of mind to you in the wee hours of the night as he lay with you. He sheltered the people and you sheltered the tender parts of his heart.

But you could not watch him destory himself, a war was brewing and it wasnt one he could win. Not this time. Fear rose in your gut any time he left, would he come back?

All the while he locked you away in his private quaters like a princess in her tower.

Negan's smile slowly fell and the playfulness left his eyes, he tilted his head and his eyes squinted. Taking in the situation, the bag, he did not need to read the letter. He'd felt this coming for a while now, he'd seen it in your eyes - the way you moved.

"Now you weren't planing on..." His words failed him, he tried to sound dangerous, furious but his voice refused to take its usual tone.

Negan couldn't put any fear into you - because you'd already struck fear into him. It was a new feeling and he did not enjoy it.

He softly called your name as he drew closer to you, his arm slipped across your waist. With a tug far more gentle than his touch has ever been, he pulled your back against his chest. "Were you?" He whispered.

You try your best to contain a shiver as his hot breath caresses your ear. Your gaze is stuck on the window ahead of you.

Just don't look at him.

"Are you?" He asked, his steady rolling voice giving the faintest crack.

Negan lifts your chin with a rough index finger, tilting your head up and to the side as if to force you to meet his eyes.

You quickly snap your eyes shut and feel salty liquid welling behind them. "Look.At.Me." he demanded quietly. You bit your lip to contain your tears, as it flushes a bright red Negan finds his gaze drawn to them.

"Please..." He breathes. The soft uncharacteristic plea snaps open your unwilling eyes. In that moment your resolve nearly crumbles, dark eyes digging hole into your soul as they glisten with regret, pain, and a certain understanding.

Negan's lips brush lightly against your own in a small fluttering kiss. Small as it was it sends tingles through your limbs. Again and again he lites the swift soft kisses, each one deeper than the last.

Carefully he turns your body to face him, pulling your chest to his, one arm held you in place while the other cuped your face. Lucille falling to the floor with an echoing clang. He stroked your cheek and moved his kisses down your jaw, nipping and sucking as he moved down you neck.

A soft sweet whimper escaped you as he nibbled gently upon your collar bone.

Negan smirks against your skin, he looked up at you with saddened eyes. He couldn't force you to stay, because he could not hurt you in ways you didn't ask for. He could not hunt you down should you leave and he'd risk losing himself should he end your life.

But he'd remind you why you stayed in the first place.

Negan commands your mouth with a kiss fueled by fire and desperation. His hands feeling your body as he guides you to the sofa. His kiss is hungry and you find it hard to breath.

Knees weak you lose the will to fight, you don't want to fight.

With his body weight he gently lowered you to the cushions. Sucking lightly at your bottom lip, pressing his hips against yours, a hand lost in your hair, the other tenderly groping a single breast.

You goan gently into his kiss, feeding his fire.

Negan straddles you, his arousal pressing against his jeans, throbbing faintly against your stomach.

Your body quivers as he plants his lips across every available section of skin he can reach. His kisses pleading, as you've yet to return his affections.

His heart thumped painfully in his chest. Had he lost you? Was it too late? He tugged at your shirt as he returned his lips to your lips, his tongue dancing with yours.

Negan groaned, not only because he was drunk on you but because he needed you to want him bad enough to stay, he needed you to respond.

His grip on you weaked, and his hand slowly slipped away from your chest. His kiss became soft.

You could feel your heart race at thr thought of him giving in, giving up. It was what you wanted...right?

....right?

He would draw away soon, he panted lightly as he broke his kiss and looked down upon you with hollow eyes.

Wraping a arm aroubd his neck, you gingerly stroked the nape playing with the ends of his hair. "No" you whisper huskily, arching up to bring him back into the kiss.

Negan grips you tight as you kiss him, you want his breath,  you'll draw all of it. You other hand slips under his shirt and rubs his chest , neck and stomach.

Negan lowers himself onto you more, lowering you flat against the sofa. His hips slowly grind against yours, his hardness swelling with the friction of the fabric.

It would be better to break and remove the clothing. But neither of you can stop your feverish motions. He pants and moans every so softly as move your hips with him.

Frantic kisses, you both need more. "Negan" you call softly, slipping a hand down your pants he presses more to apply pressure as his hips quide your finger into movement.

Tonight, will be about you. He grinds faster, closing his eyes. You can feel his muscles contricted against you. Still he moves faster, you can feel your finger nail cutting into your soft skin, the miosture stings - you don't care.

You moan in a soft long sigh and his body tenses and he groans. Reaching your limits togther. Negan rests gainst you as you slip you hand out. Lifting your finger to his face to reveal your finger tip is dipped in a clear slightly pink liquid.

Negan leans in and carefully licks said finger clean, never taking his eyes away from your eyes. "Are you leave?" He askes quietly, barely above a whisper - breathless.

Looking deep into his eyes, you shake your head. Sitting up Negan met you in a final kiss, long, slow and sweet. A tangy and smildly metallic taste left in your mouth from his unclean tongue.

"Not tonight" you whisper, breaking the kiss and making him to rest his head against your chest.

For now, you would stay, until you could gather up your courage all over again.