Summary: You are an omega and your alpha died eight months ago, you told yourself you’d never move on from that loss and you were right, until an alpha named John Winchester shows up to the bar you drink at.
Ratings: MATURE, 18+
Pairings: John Winchester x Female OC
Sitting at the bar with a drink between your hands, your eyes were trained on the TV that was mounted on a stack of beer boxes.
“There has been strange activity happening in Southern Wyoming, for the last twenty-four hours there have been sightings of strange dark dust clouds forming in one of the cemeteries. We’re here and hoping that we catch some of these unusual clouds on camera for everyone at home.”
Lifting the glass to your lips, you sipped at the whiskey and felt a pang of tension settle in your stomach at the news coverage. If only they knew that those dust clouds were a sign that something demonic was on the horizon, and not just some weather phenomenon. It wasn’t any of your business, you promised yourself to stay away from it all, your hunting days were over and it was going to stay that way. You couldn’t mentally go back to that dark place, not after the death of your alpha.
“I’ll have another one.” You tipped your glass up towards the bartender who nodded and began fixing you another drink. This was your third and last before you headed back to the dingy motel room you’d rented out for the week.
“It’s on me.” A deep voice called out from behind you, the sound of heavy footsteps following it as a man shifted himself next to you. “Get me a beer along with it.”
Rolling your eyes inwardly, you reluctantly looked at the stranger who clearly thought he had a chance to score tonight. The first thing you saw was the faded brown leather jacket, and then your eyes travelled up towards his face. Salt and pepper facial hair coated his strong jaw, his skin was tanned and his eyes hazel and hard beneath dark brows as he stared back at you.
Something inside you was instantly drawn to him, and it was a feeling that threw you off entirely. Usually, you wouldn’t hesitate to look a man in the eye and tell him he had no chance, but this was different. Breathing in his scent, your mouth watered at the flavours that clung to the back of your throat.
Leather, gun smoke, whiskey and natural musk that made the hairs on your arms stand on end.
Alpha.
The moment it clicked, you blinked away from him and grabbed the drink from the bartender, wasting little time in swallowing the liquid down.
“Careful.” The alpha told you in a raspy tone, reaching his thumb out to sweep up a drop that spilled from the corner of your lips. “Don’t want you to choke.”
An electric shiver rolled up the length of your spine at his touch reminding you of what you were, and it made you tense up.
“I’m good.” You murmured, pulling your lower lip between your teeth before meeting his gaze again. “What do you want?”
A smirk curved at his mouth and he nodded a thanks to the bartender as he handed him a beer, but his eyes never left yours when he took his first mouthful and swallowed.
“Oh, I think you know what I want.” He mumbled. “I thought my nose was trickin’ me when I walked in here, but I know omega scent when I catch a whiff of it.”
“I’m claimed.” You told him.
His smirk spread into a grin and he let out a deep chuckle that made your cheeks burn.
“Do I look stupid to you?” He asked and leaned in closer, his scent making you dizzy as he crowded into your space. “You’re fresh as a damn daisy, there ain’t no alpha scent in you.” Reaching a hand out to slide the hair from the side of your neck, he took a good look at your smooth neck and hummed. “No bite either, so pretty. What’s your name?”
A familiar heat began to stir in your lower belly as he payed you close attention, inspecting you like you were his new favourite plaything. It had been eight months since you’d been in such close contact with an alpha as mature as he was, and it was affecting you more than you thought possible.
“Maya.” You told him, and he smiled.
“Maya.” He repeated, the sound of your own name on his tongue making heat flood between your thighs. Pressing your legs together tightly, you hoped he wouldn’t smell it. “I’m John. Tell me somethin’, when was your last heat?”
Your eyes widened at the personal question and your jaw hung open for a second as you stared back at him.
“That’s…” You wanted to tell him that he was a bold bastard and storm out of the bar before things got too heated, but it occurred to you that you couldn’t remember when your last heat was. It had to be before Henry died, more than eight months ago. You hadn’t even realised how long it had been. “None of your business. I have to go, goodnight John.”
Standing up from the stool, you couldn’t get past the older alpha without brushing against him and your heart leaped as you made your way to the exit. Pushing your way out into the parking lot, you folded your arms around your waist and eyed your car, trying your best to ignore the deep ache that grew inside you.
Reaching into the pocket of your jeans, you pulled free your keys that jangled in your hold when you felt as if someone was watching you. Turning on your heel, your brows pulled together in desperation as John stood back by the bar, keeping his distance. From this angle, you got a good look at him.
He was tall, taller than most men and his shoulders were broad. He was fucking gorgeous, which didn’t help the growing need to be claimed again.
“Come here.” He called out to you, the deep growl of his voice making your knees weak. “I got what you need right here, girl. You know it, that’s why you ain’t got in that car yet.”
You blinked at him and then looked at your reflection in the window, the conflict in your features as clear as day. Sighing, you tucked the keys back into your jeans and hesitantly made your way towards him again.
There was an air of danger about him, his intimidating size enough to make you want to run. But you didn’t. You couldn’t.
“I was claimed.” You said, getting closer to the alpha as he leaned back against the side of the bar. “My alpha died, I’m rusty when it comes to…”
“Being knotted?” He asked you, his eyes getting darker in the moonlight. “Sweetheart, you don’t have to do a damn thing except be willing. I can take real good care of you and your little situation.”
You halted your steps, feeling overwhelmed by him and the instincts that coursed through your veins.
“My situation?” You asked.
Pushing himself away from the wall, he took long strides towards you and stepped into your personal space. Towering over you, he reached both big hands out to grasp your hips and tug you forward into him. Stumbling over your own feet, you gasped and placed your palms out against his chest to steady yourself.
“You’re in heat.” He husked and leaned in to press a kiss against the curve of your neck. His lips and beard tickled your skin, and your eyes fluttered closed as he nipped at you with his teeth. “My scent must’ve triggered it inside you, your body knows what it wants.” Kissing a trail down along your collarbone, he dragged his tongue against it and smirked when you huffed out a breathy moan.
“You’re too much, I can’t think straight.” You whispered, feeling your head throb as he snaked his arms around you and pulled you flush against him, the feel of his fingers trailing down your back turning your legs to jelly.
“Mm, poor girl.” He teased, pressing a firm kiss against your forehead before reluctantly pulling himself away from you just enough to take your hand. “Come on, let’s go somewhere a little more quiet.”
You gazed up at the bold alpha, your eyes hooded with the kind of lust you thought you’d lost forever as he led you through the parking lot. Walking straight past your car, he took you towards the sleek black truck that was as big and bold as he was, a perfect fit.
His hand was pressed against the small of your back as he yanked the door open and let you climb up inside. Closing the door behind you, he rounded the hood and stepped up into the driver’s side.
Leaning back against the leather seat, you gazed at him with a sly smile as he started up the engine and drove off through the night.
The journey back to the motel he was staying at was longer than you thought it would be, and it gave you time to get a little more comfortable in his presence. Pheromones filled the tight space, the smell of his skin making you grind the seat in anticipation for what was to come. Glancing at his thighs, you wondered if he was packing an impressive cock, you’d be disappointed if it was anything less than what you imagined it to be. Your insides were already tightening around nothing, and he could sense the need within you as he slid a hand over your knee and squeezed.
“You ready for me, darlin’?” He husked, his thumb stroking circles into your jeans as he looked at you.
“I don’t know.” You smiled honestly, and he smirked as he returned his gaze back to the road.
“I can smell how aroused you are, that’s my answer right there.” He mumbled.
Pulling into the motel parking lot, John parked his truck outside the room he had rented and you moved to slide down and out of the vehicle.
Unlocking the door, he let you inside and followed behind before slamming it closed again. The room was dim, the wallpaper yellowed and peeling off the walls. Glancing at the bed, you noticed the duffel bag on the sheets and saw the barrel of a gun peeking out.
Feeling the alpha come behind you, his mouth fell against your neck again and you let out a soft moan as he sucked and licked at the spot where your pulse beat beneath your skin.
“You’re a hunter.” You breathed, your lips parting when he thrust his hips against your ass and let you feel how hard he was. “You here for that gate in Wyoming?”
“Only thing I’m hunting is you.” He growled, kissing his way up to your ear as he shrugged his jacket off, letting it fall to the floor with a thud.
“You already have me.” You whispered, spinning around on your heel to look up at the older man, seeing the predatory glare in his eyes as he worked on the belt of his jeans.
“Not yet.” He corrected you and yanked the belt free, throwing it aside before slowly stalking you.
Backing away from him, you felt like a lamb ready for the slaughter and he was the lion preparing to devour you.
“You scared of me, omega?” He asked, humour dancing in his eyes as he took a step forward for every one you backed away from. Feeling the mattress hit the back of your knees, adrenaline flooded your chest and you flinched away from him before he had the chance to grab you. “I’m not gonna hurt you.”
Dragging your tongue over your bottom lip, your eyes were locked onto his as he played along, moving with you but never letting you to fully escape him.
“I know.” You breathed, nodding and taking a step back when you tripped over a pair of his boots in the centre of the room. He reached out and took hold of your waist before you toppled over and made an embarrassment of yourself.
“Gotcha.” John whispered so huskily that your heart skipped a beat. “No more teasing, sweetheart.” Holding you close, he reached a hand down between the both of you and unbuttoned your jeans.
Leaning into him, you slid your hands up the toned warmth of his tattooed arms, your fingers tracing the black cross on his bicep before moving them up and around his broad shoulders. Hugging yourself to the alpha, you stood on your tiptoes and pressed your lips under his jaw, breathing him in fully as you tasted his skin while he yanked your jeans down your thighs.
“Fuck.” You sucked in a breath when he sank his long fingers into your ass cheeks, grabbing you possessively with a masculine grunt and lifting you up effortlessly.
“Wrap those pretty legs ‘round me, darlin’.” He instructed you and you did without question, your thighs hugged his waist and your ankles locked behind his ass as he wrapped an arm around your waist and led you back to the bed. “There we go, such a good little omega.”
You smiled sheepishly at his compliment, feeling embarrassed with how much you liked him calling you that.
“I want you to knot me.” You whispered seductively, your breaths shallow as he lowered you down on the mattress, the springs squeaking beneath the weight. “Please, alpha.”
He groaned at your words and kissed your mouth with a feverish hunger. Whining against him, you sank your fingers into the dark curls at the nape of his neck and let him claim your mouth with his tongue. His teeth clicked against yours and his beard scraped against your chin and cheeks, the flavour of his mouth filling you as you kissed him back. It was desperate and perfectly forceful and felt so completely natural that you arched your back against the sheets and revealed your throat to him, an act of submission as you spread your legs.
He snarled and tore his mouth from yours only to lick his tongue down your windpipe, his teeth nipping at your skin harder, preparing you for his bite when he would knot you.
“You’re gonna know what a real alpha dick feels like.” He bit out and pulled himself up and off the mattress, his eyes dark and hard as he stripped himself of his jeans and shirt. “Gonna make you come so fucking hard.” He seethed.
You lay there and watched him, so turned on by him that you could hardly stand it. His chest was toned and tanned, peppered with dark hair that trailed down his belly and below the band of his boxer shorts that were straining to contain the alpha cock that wanted to break free. You squeezed your thighs together and licked your lips as he tugged the flimsy white material down his thighs, finally revealing himself to you.
“Oh…” Your eyes widened at the impressive length and girth of him. His dick was thick, the head fat and swollen as he grabbed it in his fist and stroked it a couple of times, revealing a bead of thick white precum that leaked from the tip. There was no way around it, he was huge and nerves flickered within you.
“You like what you see, baby?” He smirked, arrogance falling across his features as he moved to climb up onto the bed again.
The mattress dipped and squealed again and you pushed yourself up the bed, preparing yourself for him to mount you, but you blinked when he snatched your ankles and dragged you farther down.
“John?” You gasped when he shoved your knees apart and leaned in to kiss your thigh. The sight of him between your legs made your insides flutter and you leaned up on your elbows to watch as his lips trailed up the silky skin of your legs until his nose was nuzzling the edge of your underwear. “Are you…?”
“Going to eat your pussy?” He asked you, lifting his hooded gaze to your face and grinning mischievously when he saw your eyes widen in surprise at his choice of words. “Yeah, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I didn’t taste that omega cunt before I claimed it with my knot. Shit, you smell so damn sweet.” Hooking his fingers into the white fabric of your panties, he tugged them down enough to where he could tear them off you with ease.
You felt as if your entire being was on fire, the flames in your womb begging to be doused with his tongue.
“Mm, look at that.” He whispered huskily when his eyes got a very first look at your bare pussy. “Such a pretty girl, so damn wet. I bet you’re tight as shit too.”
Moaning, you bucked your hips towards his face impatiently and he chuckled deeply before shoving you back down into place with a heavy hand on your belly.
“Easy, I’m gonna give you what you need.” He told you, licking his lips as he reached his free hand out to spread your soaked pussy and get a good look at what now belonged to him. Your scent was thick in the air and he breathed it in, his eyes finding yours one last time before he leaned in and licked his tongue from your clit down through your slit and into your hole.
You squealed and lifted your hand to your mouth, biting on your knuckles at the feel of his mouth between your legs.
“Oh, you are as sweet as you look.” He growled against your pussy, closing his eyes as he lapped at your juices, the sticky wet wounds filling the room. The tip of his nose nuzzled your wet clit, his beard scraping deliciously against your sensitive spots as he ate you out.
Reaching down to dig your fingers into his dark hair, your thighs trembled at the sensations that rolled through your entire body.
“Oh my god!” You huffed out, watching him shake his face against your folds as he curled his tongue inside you, making you cry out loudly which he rewarded you with by using his thumb to stroke circles into your clit. “I can’t, oh fuck!”
He smirked against you, sucking each one of your folds into his mouth and flicking his tongue over them to clean them of your juices. Growling, the alpha sat up and lifted your hips up off the bed, your legs dangling over his shoulders as he tongue fucked your slippery pussy from a new angle.
He was devouring you like a starved beast and you felt an orgasm flickering inside you at the filthy sight.
“I’m gonna come, oh John!” You cried and kept your gaze locked on his face as he slid his tongue up and down your slit over and over again until you were coated with his spit.
“You gonna come on my tongue, dirty girl?” He asked you, his beard slick as he suckled your clit between his lips and dragged his tongue over it slowly.
You gasped and cried and moaned as the sensations became too much for you to ignore. Feeling the coil in your belly snap, you let out a strangled scream when your orgasm ripped through you with an intensity that made you shake. John held you and kept suckling on you as your eyes rolled into the back of your head, your body tensing up as white lightning flashed in your mind. You swore you’d gone to heaven for a few long seconds, and when you came back down from your high, you yelped and tried to kick away from him as he kept licking at your over sensitive clit.
“Stop!” You begged and he chuckled deeply, delivering one final kiss to your pussy before laying your hips back down on the bed. “Fuck, alpha – that was amazing.” You breathed, smiling at him through hooded eyes as he climbed up your body.
“Yeah, it was.” He agreed with a smile, resting his hands on either side of your head as he spread your legs wide with his knees. “Don’t get all sleepy on me now, girl. I still gotta open you up.”
Feeling his cock brush against your clit, your eyes widened when he took your wrists, pinning them above your head in one hand.
“What’s that look, honey?” He grinned and kissed your lips, letting you taste yourself as he rocked his hips forward, sliding his length through your slick slit. “I’m gonna make you feel so good, you want this big alpha dick filling you up?”
Furrowing your brows at his words, you nodded and whimpered when he reached his free hand down to position himself at your centre.
“Tell me, Maya. Let me hear it, tell me you fucking want it.” He growled and pressed into you just enough that you felt the thick head getting ready to sink inside. “Let me hear it.”
“I want it, oh god, I want it.” You begged, not recognising your own voice as you pleaded with him. “Fill me with your alpha dick, John. Please, please – fuck me!”
He snarled and snapped his hips forward, stretching you open with his girth as he sank inside you. The pressure was immense and pain flickered through you at his size, making you whimper and try to wriggle away from him, but his hold on your wrists was bruising. You were going nowhere.
“Ow” You whined, your breaths shallow and quick as he buried himself as far as he could go.
“There we go.” He grunted, his cock twitching as he settled inside you and let you get used to his size. “Oh, you are virgin tight. You sure you’ve been fucked before?” He teased and leaned in to kiss your lips again.
“Fuck, it hurts so good.” You arched your back and kissed him back, breathing into his mouth as his cock throbbed inside you. “Make me yours, alpha. Take me.”
John’s eyes darkened until they were almost jet black at your request and he did as you asked of him, pulling his slick cock from your tight little cunt before driving back inside harder. You cried out and spread your legs impossibly wider as he repeated the motion, pulling out and sinking back inside deeper.
“Shit.” He choked out, letting his grip on your wrists go so he could snake his hand around your throat and dominate you as he fucked into you. “I’m gonna fill you with cum, gonna sink my teeth in that pretty throat and make ya mine. You hear me?”
You nodded, biting your lip when he squeezed your neck, craving to feel his knot swelling inside you. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you clawed at his back and screamed out when his thrusts got harder and faster. He was fucking you vigorously, the sound of his balls slapping against your ass along with the bedsprings squealing echoing through the motel room.
If there were people next door, they’d hear everything and you didn’t care. Your entire life was wrapped up into this moment, your mind blank except for the very real desire to be filled.
“Harder!” You pleaded, sucking his earlobe between your lips and he gave you what you asked for.
Pulling out of you completely, John flipped you onto your belly and lifted you up onto your knees, raising your ass up into the air. Your thighs were coated in your own slick, and you whined at the loss of him before he sank back inside without hesitation.
“Ow, fuck yes.” You hissed when the head of his cock slammed against your cervix, the pain and pleasure rocketing through you together as he fucked you in his deeper angle.
“You think you’re ready for this knot?” He asked and reached forward to grab a fistful of your hair, yanking you back until you were arched in a way he liked. “Answer me, omega.” Smacking your ass with a heavy hand, he fucked you roughly and grunted when you moaned for him.
“Yeah, I wanna feel it.” You told him, feeling so dirty. “Please, alpha.”
He rolled his head back and let himself enjoy the feeling of your tight cunt sucking at his cock as he fucked you, the wet warmth of it making him clinch his jaw as the knot at the base of his dick began to swell.
It was time.
Hunching himself over your back, he forced you down flat and straddled your thighs from behind as his thrusts got as hard and deep as possible. It was rough and you it hurt and it felt amazing. He growled and grunted as his knot caught on the flesh of your hole, never fully sinking inside you until he ground himself down and forced it inside all the way with a wet pop.
You screamed out as ecstasy rippled through you, the feeling of being crammed completely full too much. You fell over the edge into another orgasm and John roared out as he came inside you in thick spurts, his knot swelling inside your cunt, keeping you locked to him as his cum filled you. Falling over you, the alpha snarled and sank his teeth into the side of your neck. His bite was hard and tore through your skin, your blood flowing into his mouth as he claimed you fully.
You panted against the sheets, unable to move as the alpha dominated you and you’d never felt safer. He was yours and you were his. Groaning when he nuzzled your neck, you grit your teeth when his knot deflated enough to allow him to slide out of you.
Falling onto his back, John gently tugged you against his chest and held you. The both of you regained your breath as you lay together, bonded for the very first time.
“You okay, baby?” He asked, tickling his fingers up and down your arm.
You smiled against his chest and nodded.
“Yeah.” You whispered. “Are you?” Looking up at his face, you eyed him and raised a brow when he snorted with a smirk.
“Not in the slightest, you’ve got me hooked like an addict.”
“Is that a bad thing?” You smiled, teasing him as he stroked his fingers down your spine.
“Hell no.” He murmured and leaned in to press a gentle kiss against your lips. “Get some sleep, we’ll talk about us tomorrow.”
My previous account @neganscorner wasn’t hacked for those that have asked, it was removed by tumblr itself for content they deemed “nsfw”. I lost most of my fics that I had written, ALL of the prompts and all of my followers/readers. So I have to start from scratch again;
I do have an account on Ao3 under the name @dragonsfires with some of my Negan fics that I posted there a while ago including Blood Bonded (Alpha!Negan fic). Blood Bonded is also published on wattpad but I can’t update it there as my account was hacked over there and the email changed, and their mods over there haven’t been helpful in helping me recover this account. Shocker 🙄
Also, side note — if any of you like the show the Vikings I have a secondary account for that fandom under the username @ivarisms where I have been writing!
Summary: Bianca is a call girl and her favourite client, a possessive man named Negan requests her services for the night.
Pairings: Negan x OFC
Sitting at the bar with one leg crossed over the other, Bianca reapplied a layer of red lipstick and waited for Negan who had requested her services. Becoming a call girl was never her intention, she had plans to go to college and study law, make her parents proud and be the success story of her family. But somewhere between nineteen and twenty-one she had fallen off the tracks, got involved with women who worked through a call girl agency and realised she could make big money using her body.
Now twenty-three, the pretty redhead was just starting off in the adult business. The men she serviced were rich businessmen who had more millions than sense, some of them had crumbling marriages to wives they hated and some of them were lonely and needed someone to talk to, but this particular man who wanted to see her tonight was possessive. Negan. He wasn’t like the others. Yes, he was older and he was rich, but he was gorgeous. He was a man who could get any girl he wanted, whenever he walked into a room, heads turned and women damn near threw themselves at him like he was a pussy magnet. But he still paid to see her. It was flattering to say the least, and there was part of her that got butterflies whenever he texted her. But to work this job, the number one rule was to never get attached, and she was already failing.
“Ma’am, a drink from the man at the booth by the entrance.” One of the bartenders told her, sliding a cocktail along the black bar towards her along with a small white note.
“Oh.” She smiled, thanking the employee of the fancy establishment for the drink that was one of her favourites, strawberry daiquiri. Biting into her lip, she lifted the paper note and flipped it over, reading the black writing that was addressed to her.
This drink tastes almost as sweet as you do – N
Feeling her heart skip a beat, she smirked and lifted the drink to her lips, licking at the sugar that coated the glass rim before slowly glancing over her shoulder and towards the booth. He sat there staring back at her with a smile, his hazel eyes looking darker in the dim light and his dark hair slicked back neatly. His salt and peppered beard was trimmed, and he was dressed in all black. Not a suit like the other men, no he liked to be a rebel. Leather jacket, black shirt underneath with the top button popped open to reveal dark chest hair. He looked fucking amazing, he always did and she was already wet for him.
Standing from the bar stool, she adjusted her red dress that had ridden up her thighs and smoothed the material down. She felt far too dressed up compared to him, but she had to remind herself that she was the one who was providing the service. Taking the first step in six inch black heels, she made her way towards her date for the night when another man blocked her path with a grin.
“Hi there, sweet cheeks. You need company?” The blond man asked, reaching out to take her free hand.
“No, I really don’t.” She shook her head, feeling a sudden pang of dread fill her knowing that Negan was watching. He didn’t like when other men flirted with her, especially on his dime. “But thank you.”
“C’mon, you can sit with me outside in the beer garden if you want? I’ll buy you another one of those pretty little drinks.”
Jesus Christ, he was one of those. The type who couldn’t take a fucking hint. Trying to walk around him, she rolled her eyes when he blocked her path and snatched her hand from his grip.
When he tried to grab for her hand again, Bianca’s eyes widened as Negan strode up behind him and placed a heavy hand on the back of his neck.
“Touch her again and I’ll throw you through the fucking window, you hear me?” He ground out, shoving him to the side with enough force to make him stumble and spill his drink.
She stayed quiet as Negan stepped in front of her, defending her from potential backlash as the man cursed in frustration.
“Shit, man. I didn’t know she was yours.” He grumbled, not wanting to pick a fight with someone who was much taller and broader than he was.
“Well now you fucking know, now get outta my sight before you really piss me off.”
Bianca wasn’t used to being fought over, it was a completely new feeling that made her feel more protected than she’d ever been. Negan’s possessive side was one that she liked, because in his company, she felt like more than just a call girl. She felt like she belonged to him.
She watched as the man walked off, never stopping to look back and she couldn’t help but let out a girlish chuckle as Negan turned around to look down at her. He wasn’t smiling, but there was a playful glint in his eye as he slid an arm around her waist and eased her closer.
“Thank you.” She murmured as he lowered his face into the crook of her neck, breathing in her perfume before pressing a light trail of kisses up her throat, nipping at her skin with his teeth and grazing her with his stubble.
“Mm, you’re welcome.” He smiled and stood straight again, nodding towards the drink in her hand. “You like it?”
“Of course I do, it’s my favourite.” She smiled, eyeing him knowingly as she lifted the glass and took another sip, letting her tongue linger on the glass for a second.
“Careful, we’re in public and I don’t think the fancy fucks in here would appreciate me bending you over the bar and taking advantage of you.” He told her, his voice low and husky as the hand around her waist slid down to grope her ass.
“I’ve missed this.” She grinned, kissing his chin.
“Missed what?” He urged her on, raising a brow curiously.
“You talking dirty to me, none of the others –“
“Stop. I don’t want to hear about the others, there are no others when you’re with me.” Gently gripping her neck in his hand, he squeezed a little and pecked at her lips. “You understand?”
She nodded and looked up into his eyes, seeing the possessiveness that lingered there. She was addicted to it, she liked it when he took claim over her.
“Come on, let’s get out of here. I need to undress you before I lose my goddamn mind.” He hummed, letting his hold on her go in exchange for her hand as he led her out of the high-end bar and into the street.
“You haven’t called for me in two weeks, why tonight?” She asked him as he walked her along the sidewalk, couples and drunk people passing them by as they headed towards his car.
“I thought we agreed on no personal questions?” He eyed her, the confusion in his features throwing her off guard.
“I didn’t realise that was a personal question, you usually call on weekends and it’s Wednesday.” She shrugged, reeling herself back in quickly. Don’t be careless, Bianca. Don’t get attached, don’t ask questions you wouldn’t ask the others.
“Just business, my work schedule gets hectic this time of year.” He explained, not saying much more about it as he pulled his keys from his jeans pocket and unlocked his car.
“Understandable.” She nodded and walked around to the passenger side door of the expensive sleek black BMW, smirking at him before slipping inside.
Following soon after, he closed the door behind him and started the engine.
“That dress made every man in there look at you.” He said, raking his eyes over her as he slid a hand over her knee and squeezed. “I thought I was gonna have to fight ‘em all for your attention.”
Feeling warmth pool between her thighs at the heat of his hand on her skin, she chuckled as he drove off down the street.
“I only have eyes for you tonight, don’t you worry daddy.” She teased, sliding her hand over his and guiding his fingers between her thighs. “Want me to prove it?”
Negan sighed, licking his tongue into the corner of his lips as she led his hand to the lacy strip of panties that she had worn for him.
“You are dangerous, baby girl. Two things could happen here, one – you cause a car crash or you’re gonna give this old man a heart attack.” He grumbled, his dick straining within his jeans at how damp her underwear was. He wanted to pull over and fuck her with his fingers until she squirted all over him, but he knew that getting her back to his penthouse was the goal.
“You’re not that old, so don’t use that excuse.” She told him as she tugged her underwear to the side, spreading her thighs for him as they made their way through the busy streets of the city. “Old men can’t fuck like you fuck.”
Clinching his jaw, Negan rubbed his fingers through her soaked folds and hummed at how hot she was. He’d missed her, and he was glad to have her back, even if it was just for one night.
“I don’t remember you being this feisty, I think you need to be spanked.”
“Some of them like when I’m feisty.” She brought up her other clients again, and watched as his features hardened. Seeing him get pissed when she talked about other men made something inside her tick, she liked it even though he hated it.
But as he pulled his hand from her thigh and placed it back on the steering wheel without another word, she felt her cheeks flush in embarrassment. He had warned her, but she didn’t listen.
“I’m –“
“Shut your mouth.” He told her, no teasing in his voice this time. He was angry.
Doing as she was told, Bianca looked out of the passenger’s side window for the rest of the journey back to his penthouse and felt a kind of coldness she hadn’t experienced before in his company as he drove his car into the private garage under the building. Adjusting her dress as he turned the engine off, she watched as he got out of the car and slammed the door behind him. Following his lead, she got out too and quickly walked in his footsteps as he marched up the set of concrete steps that led into his apartment.
“Negan.” She sighed, folding her arms across her chest as she stepped inside the stylish penthouse. “I didn’t come here for you to ignore me.”
Shrugging out of his leather jacket, he turned to glare at her before working on his belt. She eyed his fingers as he roughly yanked the strip of leather from his jeans before meeting his hard gaze again.
“Am I paying you?” He asked, no emotion in his voice.
“What?”
“Am. I. Paying. You?” He asked again, the impatience in his tone clear as day.
“Yes, but what does that –“
“Then you shouldn’t give a shit about whether I’m ignoring you or not.” He cut her off and walked towards her, making her feel less like a woman he desired and more like an item he had purchased off a shelf. “Seeing as I’m just like one of the others.”
Clinching her jaw, Bianca looked up at him with sad eyes as he stepped behind her and took her hands, binding them behind her back with his belt. Her heart thudded in her chest, and she tried to ignore the hurt that spread through her, but it was difficult when he was being so cold.
“Over to the couch.” He instructed, and she did as she was told.
He followed behind her and sat down on the leather chair, looking at her icily before patting his lap.
“Lay down on your belly.”
Doing as she was told, Bianca slowly lowered herself over his thighs and gasped as he yanked her more forcefully so that her face was inches from the floor and his black boots while her ass was in the air. He was gonna spank her, that much she knew. He was a man of his word, and this was her punishment for talking about other men.
Curling his fingers into her dress, he pulled the red material up over her ass and bunched it around her waist before smoothing his palm over her cheeks. She was soft and smooth, pale and creamy. But soon she’d be red and sore. Yanking his arm back, he didn’t give his sweetheart a warning before bringing his hand down hard against her ass. The smack echoed and she yelped at the sting, kicking her legs in surprise.
“Ow!”
“One.” He said, bringing his hand up for the second time before delivering a second smack to her in the same spot. “Two.”
Bianca squirmed against his thighs, but she wasn’t going anywhere. Her hands were bound and he was much stronger than she was. Not that she wanted to get away from him, because as much as it hurt, it also was turning her on. She wouldn’t normally allow this, because if she bruised, then her other clients wouldn’t want to purchase a night with her. But tonight she didn’t care. Tonight she was his and he made it clear to her with every hard smack.
Three. Smack! Four. Smack! Five. Smack!
By the tenth time he slapped her ass, tears pricked her eyes and she let out a small sob. It was only then that he stopped, exchanging punishment for comfort as he rubbed at her ass that had his handprint marked into her skin. Beautiful.
“That a girl, see.” He mumbled, pulling her up from his lap and making her stand again. “You can be good when you want to be.”
Sniffling back her tears, Bianca bit into her lip as he stood up and towered over her, his hands working on his jeans. She would have helped undress him if he let her hands free, but tonight he was using her as his toy.
“Now.” He sighed, leading her towards the kitchen counter. “This is where I fuck you, and honey, I’m gonna fuck you real hard.”
She gulped as he shoved her against the cold surface of the marble counter, pushing her face first down against it before kicking her legs apart. Usually he was affectionate to her when he fucked her, but this was different. He was claiming her, owning her, making her his. This was new territory.
“Please.” She murmured, not recognising herself as she begged for it. But god did he let her have it and then some.
Grabbing hold of his cock, he stroked himself a couple of times before guiding the head to her soaked core where he thrust every inch of himself inside her in one hard upstroke. She let out a scream at the slight pain as he stretched her open again, not giving her time to adjust to his girth as he began a demanding rhythm. She hissed and moaned with every deep thrust, his grunting above her only serving to make her wetter as he pressed a hand between her shoulder blades, holding her still while he dominated her.
“Negan!”
“That’s right, sweetheart. Say my name, it’s the only name you’ll ever fucking remember when you’re being fucked.” He growled, slamming in and out of her pussy over and over again. She was at the mercy of his cock, and her walls were already tightening around him. “You like that shit, don’t you? You like it when I tell you that you’re mine, ‘cause no other man wants you the way I do.”
She gasped and listened to him talk to her, feeling him brush her g spot with every deep thrust.
“You’re replaceable, just another ride to them.” He continued, the harsh truth of his words cutting at her like a knife. “You’ll never be any of their first choices.”
Feeling tears slide down her cheeks, she continued to moan and writhe beneath him as he fucked her. Twisting his fingers in her hair, he yanked her head back and kissed her throat, leaving behind marks.
“But you’re mine, so they don’t fucking matter.” He breathed, noticing the tears staining her cheeks. Guilt twisted inside his chest and he slowed his thrusts so he could untie the belt from her wrists and toss it aside before turning her around and sitting her up on the counter.
She looked defeated, like she truly believed she was nothing and it was then that he realised the impact of his words. His little darling was sensitive, she hung onto everything he said, and so he needed to be gentle now. She’d been punished, it was time for comfort.
Pulling her forward, he helped her wrap her legs around his torso and slid both of his hands on either side of her face, making her look him in the eye as he slid inside her again. Her brows furrowed and she whined as he filled her up, cramming her full and steadying himself inside her for a few seconds before pulling out and repeating.
“No more tears, baby.” He whispered against her lips, kissing her as he thrust his hips upward and made her body quiver with the position. “Show me that smile.”
She moaned against his mouth and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, the hurt he had caused her fading into trust as he kissed her jaw. Looking at him, her lips curved into a slight smirk as he slowly but firmly fucked her. She was sore from the pounding he had given her, but pleasure wrapped itself around the flicker of pain as her orgasm approached. He knew just how to get it out of her, and she needed it.
“I feel how tight you’re getting.” He breathed, lowering his mouth to one of her breasts where he sucked her nipple into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it, making her rear her head back.
“Oh my god, I’m gonna come if you don’t stop!” She whispered, her breaths becoming shallow as he kissed his way back up to her mouth, keeping his lips against hers as he rocked into her. “Negan!”
“That’s it, don’t hold it back. Let me feel it, come on my cock.” He mumbled, feeling his balls tighten as her eyes rolled into the back of her head.
Grabbing her hips, he slammed into her one final time and let out a long groan as her pussy contracted around his girth. Furrowing his brow, he held onto her quivering thighs and felt her orgasm milking him. She screamed out and closed her eyes tightly, clinging to him for dear life as her body surrendered to him completely.
Negan wasted not another second and came after her, growling out loudly as his cock pulsated and filled her with everything he had to offer. Their bodies were sweaty and their breathing laboured as they held each other, using each other’s bodies for the ultimate pleasure as if their lives depended on it.
“Fuck me, you are fucking amazing.” He sighed against her mouth before pulling out of her.
“Mm, that’s me.” She teased, though the sadness in her eyes hadn’t quite left the way he wanted it to.
“Stop that, those puppy eyes are making me feel like a sack of shit.” He told her, reaching out to stroke her cheek. “I didn’t mean any of that crap.”
“But you’re right, no man will want me. You didn’t tell me anything I didn’t already know.”
“I want you.” He told her firmly.
“You want my body for a night, not me.”
“No, I want you. All of you.” He explained. “I understand this call girl thing is your line of work, and I’d never force you to stop – but I can take care of you. Money don’t mean shit to me. I want you, and I’ve always wanted you from the first moment I laid eyes on you. That’s why I can’t have you talk about other men, because you’re mine.”
Bianca’s eyes widened as she looked back at Negan, the sincerity in his hazel eyes making her melt.
“I’m yours?” She asked, raising a mischievous brow at his choice of words.
“Fuck yeah, you are. So what’s it gonna take for you to leave this career behind?” He asked, smirking at her affectionally.
“Mm.” She thought for a moment and chuckled as he squeezed her knee. “A kiss.”
“A kiss?”
“Mhm.” She nodded, grinning as he leaned in and pressed his lips against hers again, pecking at her mouth gently.
“You are fucking adorable.” He smiled and lifted her up into his arms, carrying her towards his bedroom for the night.
Hello, it’s been a while since my first blog got fucking obliterated into the sun thanks to tumblr. All my writing went down the drain, which I’m sad about but hey ho --- I’m back and am planning on starting again with Negan fics.
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