I finished this little diddy just in time! I’m sorry that I can’t tag anyone because I’m at work and I’m lucky that I can get this uploaded!
Negan sat at his desk going over some papers.
He had returned the following night with a truck load of books after raiding a library. I was over the moon, getting to go through them, taking the ones I wanted while the other books went out to the community.
“Fuckin’ hell! Y/N, what the fuck does this say!?” Negan asked, squinting at the paper.
I rolled my eyes, getting up from my spot on the floor. I weaved in and out of the stacks of books to get to his desk.
“Negan, if you’d wear your glasses you’d be able to see it, Honey.” I said, leaning over his shoulder.
“Yeah, well, I can’t find the bastards, so.” He grumbled.
I sighed, opening the drawer to his left. There, his black framed glasses sat. I picked them up, putting them on his nose, giving him a kiss.
He grinned, shrugging, “Thank you.”
I winked at him and turned back to the paper. I squinted myself, not able to read the chicken scratch.
“I have no clue.” I laughed.
“Go back over to your books, you worm.” Negan teased, poking my side.
I leaned away from him, laughing. When I turned to walk around his desk, my foot jammed against the claw of it.
I growled, the pain radiating up my leg.
“Fuckity fuckfuckfuck!” I cursed.
I slapped a hand over my mouth and looked over at Negan.
His eyes were wide and a grin on his face. He slowly looked up and belted out a belly laugh, “Well look at that fuckin’ shit! The mouth on my girl!”
He held his hand out, motioning me back over to him.
I limped back over, sitting on his desk, my feet in his lap.
“Never thought I’d see the day!”
I whined, my cheeks bright red, “Don’t laugh, Negan. That shit hurt.”
He grunted, rubbing my ankle and that’s when I noticed the tent in his pants.
I raised a brow, “Seriously?”
He scoffed, “Well, fuckin’ duh Darlin’. I’ve never heard one goddamn foul word leave that mouth before.”
I hissed when his thumb rubbed over the spot. “Damnit Negan!”
He chuckled, running his hands up my legs, “Say something else, Darlin’.”
Negan slowly stood the higher his hands went up my thighs, “Come on, let me hear that mouth.” He whispered.
When I felt his finger tips dip in to the hem of my panties, I gasped, tilting my head back, “Shit…”
He hummed, leaving wet kisses on my neck. I ran my fingers through his hair, holding his head gently to my neck as he sucked hard on the delicate skin, “Fuck,”
The small patch of skin made a small pop sound as his teeth let go, “That’s it Darlin’.”
His long fingers ran up and down my lower lips, spreading the moister before dipping deeply in to me.
Negan slowly removed his middle finger, circling it around my clit, teasing me, “Now you can do better than that,” his other hand fisted my hair, holding me still as he attacked my lips with a dominating kiss.
I moaned, holding myself up, my palms slipping on the desk.
Negan pulled back, resting his forehead on mine, staring in to my eyes, “Tell me what you want,” he growled, his eyes heavy lidded.
I panted, licking my lips, “I want you to,” I swallowed, gathering the gumption to say the words.
I felt his finger dip back in to me, spurring me on, “Oh shit… I want you to fuck me… so slow.”
I’d never seen Negan move so fast before. He had his belt undone and pants around his ankles in no time flat.
He lifted me so that I rested on the edge of the desk and did just what I asked.
His shoulders were bunched as he slowly slid in to me. My hands held my torso up, leaning me back slightly.
He rolled his hips, finally burying himself in me to the hilt. Negan had to breathe deeply to gain some sort of ground.
“You’re goin’ to have me bustin’ a nut like some teen, Darlin’.” He growled.
I could feel him twitching inside of me, “If you don’t fucking move Negan,” I moaned, warning him.
Slowly he pulled out, the head of his hard length still inside of me, before snapping his hips forward.
He kept the pace slow, but hard and it was just what I wanted.
Taking his hand, he placed it around my neck, gently pulling me up to him. He kissed me, his tounge tasting my lips.
“Come on baby, let me hear you.” He said, against my lips.
He thrusted hard one last time, staying buried within me. With one hand on my neck and the other on the small of my back, he rocked his hips, his pelvis creating a delicious friction with mine.
I could feel myself reaching completion, but I needed to feel him move more than what he was, “Fuck… Just fuck me Negan!” I whined.
“Thought you’d never ask,” he laughed.
His hand tightened slightly on my neck as he began to thrust fast, sending me over the edge.
I threw my head back, moaning so loudly that it echoed in the room.
Negan’s thrusts became unpredictable as he came hard, “Goddamn, baby!” He groaned, his thrusts slowing.
Running his hand down my torso, he held himself up by placing his hands next to my hips.
Our chests heaved, small shocks coursing through our bodies.
Negan was still inside me as he gathered me up and sat down in his chair, me in his lap.
We sat there, petting one another, enjoying the sound of the grandfather clock ticking.
This was one hell of a way to spend the afternoon.