Characters: Negan x reader
Warnings: FLUFF OVERLOAD TO MAKE UP FOR THE LAST ONE, and Negan’s language like always, smut? Maybe. Maybe not. Read to find out. :)
Summary: Negan and the reader spend their first Christmas together.
“I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know.
Where the tree tops glisten, and children listen
To hear sleigh bells in the snow.”
I woke up from a deep sleep, the first noise I heard being my amazing husband’s voice from our kitchen. Getting up slowly, I threw on his favorite white shirt and threw my hair up. I slowly approached the doorway looking at the bare house, smiling widely as I saw Negan shirtless, making breakfast for us as he sang his favorite Christmas song. I listened as his voice filled the room, making me giggle softly.
He turned around and smiled at me. He took a look at me in just his white shirt and groaned, “Holy fuck, Merry Christmas to me.”
Walking over to me, he grabbed me by my waist and pulled me close to his chest. I smiled at him, wrapping my arms around him and reaching on my tippy toes and kissing his lips softly. He picked me up, twirling me around the kitchen as he sang. His smile growing wider as my loud laughs echoed throughout the room. He slowly stopped spinning, setting me back down onto my feet. His arms still locked around my waist he spoke,
“Merry Christmas, my love.”
I gave him a toothy and loving smile, “Merry Christmas, Negan.” I spoke softly to him. He grinned, kissing my head and pulling out a chair for me to sit at the small kitchen table. I sat down, “Whatcha cookin’?” I asked him. He didn’t respond, I raised my eyebrow. He just turned off the stove and walked over to my place, and placed a christmas tree shaped pancake on my plate.
I laughed at him and shook my head in disbelief, “Negan!! Aww, its perfect.” I laughed as I took in the sight. “I’m glad you think so! Those fuckin’ cutter things are hard as fuck to find. Who the fuck grabs those first in the apocalypse?” I chuckled at his vulgar language. “Cookie cutters? I think you mean cookie cutters.” I informed him, he looked at me and rolled his eyes, “Okay, smartass. Cookie cutters.” I nodded at him, a cheeky smile evident on my face. Taking a bite of my food, I groaned. “You are such a good fucking cook.” I let him know. He laughed at me, just as I had done to him a few minutes prior. “Ah fuck, I guess my bad language is rubbing off on you.” He spoke.
He walked over to my chair, leaning over he kissed my neck, letting his warm tongue run over my skin. I moaned and leaned my head the other way, giving him more space to work his magic on. He smirked at my antics, kissing closer to my ear he whispered “Little girls who use that kind language are on Santa’s naughty list. Ya know what happens to naughty girls like you?” He spoke in my ear. Unable to form words at the erotic display of affection, I just shook my head. I spoke again, “They get their cute little asses spanked to match the color of Santa’s hat.” I groaned loudly as his dirty words took their toll on me. He leaned down once again, pressing his velvety lips to my neck. Sucking dark bruises on my skin, causing me to snake my hand to his hair, keeping him close to me. He pulled away as he saw me getting breathless quickly. He smirked as he took in my distressed state. I looked up at him, looking into his lust ridden eyes. I bit my lip.
“Please Santa, don’t put me on your naughty list. I’ll be a good girl. I promise.”
I spoke the words with a breathy voice as I put the tip of my finger in my mouth to give off an innocent look. His eyes turned several shades darker as he listened to my plead. Leaning down quickly he picked my up once again, making me wrap my legs around his midsection. He walked to our bedroom, dropping me onto the bed. His actions taking me by surprise as he climbed on top of me, immediately crashing his lips against mine. I moaned in happy surprise, kissing him back, allowing his tongue to dip into my warm mouth. He groaned as he fisted the fabric on my body. Rubbing my hands up his naked torso, I brought my hand down to squeeze his ass making him smile against my lips.
Leaning up suddenly, he flipped us over so I was straddling his thick thighs. Immediately he pulled the loose shirt off my body, groaning as he saw my body covered in a red lacy material, the edges of the lingerie lined in a dark green color. “My oh my.. You are a dirty fuckin’ girl.. I might just spank you for hiding that fuckin’ thing from me.” His velvet voice spoke to me. I smirked, “I’m sorry Santa, here.. Let me make it up to you.” I seductively purred to him, running my hands down his torso.
I went to undo the string on his joggers when a loud knock on the door interrupted us. I looked up at him. “Jesus fuck! What!?” He yelled angrily at whoever was behind the locked door. “Negan.. Sir they need you downstairs to deal with.. Um.. People.” Simon said. It sounded like he was lying, but I dismissed my thoughts. Looking at Negan disappointingly. He sighed, throwing the discarded shirt on he looked at me and spoke sincerely, “I will make this up to you. I fucking promise. I love you.” He groaned and kissed the top of my head. Getting up from the bed and walking out the door. I looked down, letting a sad huff leave my mouth I got up from the bed, throwing on a quick outfit. I left the room, just as Negan had moments ago.
I didn’t come home for hours, not wanting to see Negan at the moment. How could he just leave? It’s Christmas, and he leaves his wife to deal with some fucks. I shook my head angrily. It had to have been around 4 or 5 hours. I looked at the clock. 5:00 P.M. I sighed, it was probably best to head back. Walking back to the room I tried to diminish the feeling of anger lingering in my heart. As I approached the door I heard something. I paused.. Was that? No, it couldn’t be. I listened once again. It was! How was Christmas music playing in our room. We don’t even have a radio.
I twisted the knob, walking in I gasped in astonishment. The once barren room was decorated in colorful lights. Ornaments strung along our bedroom doorway. Walking in further the music became louder, getting to the living room I walked in. I covered the gasp coming out of my mouth as I saw a real, and large Christmas tree stood in the middle of the room. I could feel tears in my eyes as I approached it. I stared at it for a few minutes, taking in the tree only covered in bright, vibrant lights. Beside it, I saw a large box of colored ornaments. I smiled widely. Looking around the room more, I walked into our bedroom. Spotting Negan in the corner lighting a candle. I waited until he turned around, he smiled at me. I ran over to him, wrapping my arms around his large frame. I held onto him tightly, my face buried into the small crook of his neck. His arms came around me, wrapping me into his warm, loving embrace.
I could feel warm tears falling down my face but I didn’t care. Negan knew how important Christmas is to me. That’s why he did it. I whispered happily, “Thank you, I love you so much.” He pulled away and grabbed my face, wiping the free tears with his thumbs, he rubbed my cheek softly. “I would do fucking anything for you, doll. I love you so goddamn much.” I smiled widely, grabbing his hand and leading him into the living room, he leaned down, grabbing the first ornament from the box and handing it to me.
“Care to do the honor, babygirl?”
I smiled sweetly at the caring endearment, nodding, I placed the ornament on the front of the tree. We spent the next hour hanging up the colorful bulbs onto the tree, singing Christmas songs along with the radio he had found. He told me he had told Simon to lie and call him away, but instead of dealing with someone they went and found a bunch of Christmas things, dropping them off to people in the Sanctuary. When they were done with that, Negan came back to their apartment and decorated the whole thing. I felt my heart warm at the story. He had gone out of his way to bring cheer to the Sanctuary.
After we were done, we found ourselves lying on the couch together, our bodies intertwined as we stared at the bright colors the light gave off. Savoring the moment together. Then he got up, I looked at him in confusion. He grabbed my hand and pulled me up. Just when I thought this night couldn’t get any better. He whispered as a slow Christmas song came on,
I smiled warmly, nodding. We tried to do a few steps, I kept stepping on his feet. Eventually, he lifted me up, setting my feet on top of his. His movements guiding me to do the correct moves. I giggled, wrapping my arms around him he smiled, one of his hands on my waist while the other tenderly caressed my hair. We danced for a few minutes, or a few hours. I don’t know how long we stayed like that, our hearts beating in sync with one another, my eyes closed as my head pressed into his warm chest.
Eventually, we pulled away from each other. I looked up at him in admiration, pulling his head down I pressed a deep kiss to his lips. He immediately responded, moving backwards to make me on top of him. He pressed his hand to the small of my back, pulling my flush against him. His hand slipped under the fabric of my dress, grabbing greedily at my ass while the other hand tangled in my soft hair. His movements causing a series of small moans to fall from my mouth. I grabbed the buckle of his belt, carefully unbuckling it. I grabbed the belt, putting it around Negan’s neck I used it to pull him closer to me. I could feel the smirk appearing against his lips. Pulling away he looked at me, “Fuck.. I am the luckiest fucking guy alive. You are fucking perfect.” He spoke smoothly to me. I smiled brightly at his words. I could tell he meant them too.
Missing the feel of his mouth, I didn’t respond I just kissed him again. The longer we kissed, the more I needed him. Moving my hips a bit I heard his groans. Testing the waters, I rolled my hips against his. Causing his head to fall back, a deep growl escaping his lips. I smirked, rolling my hips faster now. I could see his eyes rolling back in pleasure as I grinded against him. I continued my movements, leaning down this time to suck on his jugular vein. I giggled when his mouth slightly fell open, his eyes closed as I rolled my clothed hips against his pulsing cock.
“Ah.. Fuck, babygirl.. Just like tha- Ah..” He groaned out loudly, I pushed harder against him, causing him to suck in a tight breath. I groaned in pleasure as he started to thrust his hips up against my lace covered pussy. I moaned out as he continued to repeat the action, leaning down, I undid his pants. I smirked as he stared at me with lust filled eyes. I stuck my hand into his pants, pumping his throbbing cock. I purred as he returned the favor, sticking his hand past my underwear, he thumbed at my clit. I moaned our loudly at the contact. Bracing my hand on his shoulder, I continued to rub his cock at a fast pace.
I felt myself getting to the edge of the euphoric cliff, he continued to work me to that point. My moans getting louder with every stroke of his thumb. I could feel the wetness gushing out from my hot centre. Groaning out, I felt myself on the edge of that cliff. Then he pulled away, causing me to immediately whine and grind my pussy into the air, desperate for attention. He smirked at the look of almost pain on my face as I backed away from the edge. I was still stroking his warm cock when he grabbed my hand, pulling it away. He looked at me with wild eyes, “Fuck honey.. I am gonna fuck you so goddamn hard you won’t be able to fucking walk for a month.” He told me, looking to see my face for a reaction, leaning down I bit his ear lightly and breathily whispered, “Do it, daddy.”
I could immediately see his whole demeanor changed, his eyes turned a shade darker, the grip on my hips got tighter. I smirked at him, daring him to do something. He pulled his pants off fully, his boxers coming off with them, he threw them across the room. Then he ripped off my red panties, groaning at the sight of my bare pussy he circled my clit, causing me to arch out my back in pleasure, he gathered some wetness and slathered it onto his cock, giving me no warning he thrust himself into me, filling me to the hilt.
I screamed in pleasure, throwing my head back. He quickly picked up an unforgiving pace, thrusting into me, the sounds of our hips slapping together echoed throughout the empty house. I looked down at him a smile appearing on my face as I saw his eyes rolled back, his mouth slightly agape. Just as he had been earlier. I moaned as he returned his thumb to my clit, quickly circling it. I watched him carefully. He groaned as I squeezed my walls around his slick cock.
He moaned out, lacing his other hand through my hair he pulled my down, crashing his lips against mine as he thrust his pulsing cock into me repeatedly. I could feel myself close to that edge again, a few more thrusts and I was there. I opened my mouth, my eyes closing, as I fell over that cliff. Feeling a hazy feeling fall over my body, taking me over all at once. I felt Negan give a few more sloppy thrusts and I felt him release inside of me, I sighed happily. We stayed like this for a few minutes, sweaty, our combined juices flowing out of me freely.
He pulled out of me and picked me up, carrying me into our bedroom, my eyes closing as I felt a heavy sleep coming over me. He went into the bathroom, starting up the bathtub. He threw my favorite things into it, a vanilla scented bubble mix, and a rose scented mix. He inhaled the scent that would forever remind him of me. Walking back into the room, he pulled the dress I had been wearing off, picking my limp and naked body he walked into the bathroom. Placing me into the warm tub I was pulled from the nap. I looked up at him with a dreamy smile. I saw him get up to walk away, I grabbed his hand. “Stay?” He smiled and nodded, he got undressed as I moved up, making space for him to slide in behind me. He climbed in, taking his usual spot when we bathe together. I leaned back, laying my head against his hairy chest. I sighed as the warmth of the water surrounded my body. The heat helping my strained muscles to relax.
As Negan and I savored the moment, he started to wash my hair. Getting it wet with the water, he took my shampoo and squirted it into his hand. Lathering it up, he ran his hands through my damp hair. His hands working their magic, massaging my scalp, a happy moan leaving my mouth. Slowly he worked his hands down to my neck, then my shoulders. He massaged the tense muscles deeply. I leaned forward, feeling his warm hands push all of the pressure out of my muscles. I rolled my shoulders, smiling as I felt a weight being lifted off of them.
Turning around I looked into his eyes, “I love you.” he chuckled, grabbing my chin he made me face him, he pressed his warm lips to mine in a slow kiss. Our tongues doing a forbidden dance. He pulled away and pressed his forehead to mine and whispered back, “I love you more, doll.”
Begrudgingly, we got out of the bath, not bothering to get dressed. We dried off and slipped into the bed, I laid on my side as Negan came up from behind me, wrapping his arm possessively around my waist, as if he was a child and I was his teddy bear. I smiled happily, before drifting off into a deep sleep.
