Negan smut/breeding kink? He has wives but yn is his favorite one?
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summary - you are negan's favourite wife, causing the other wives to become hateful. add a crazy leader, a lonely wife, and jealous wives, maybe dinner wouldn't be so bad.
warning - smut, public sex, voyuerism, creampie, breeding kink, swearing, treated badly, talks of punishment.
18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips.
The wives at the Sanctuary hated you, Negan’s wives to be exact. Especially Sherry. How could you have known that when Negan and his men saved you from a herd that you would become his favourite wife? It wasn’t like you tried, you had simply wanted to be his without an ultimatum. It definitely wasn’t your fault that he declared you the favourite, treating you differently than the other wives and bumping them down from his radar.
Negan had noticed that you wanted to be his wife, unlike the others. He started noticing the differences. Of course, he wasn’t going to drop them though. He didn’t with his first wife, so you weren’t going to be any different in that department. He wasn’t a loyal man, but he was a generous one.
You had been sitting alone at a table in the cafeteria, which wasn’t really allowed as the wives were supposed to all sit together. But seeing as they hated you, it was safer to at least have lunch by yourself. You were so focused on pushing the food around with your fork that you didn’t notice the leader, your husband walking in. His gaze first landed on the wives table, brows furrowing when he saw you weren’t there, but the women had perked up. Negan wasn’t stupid, they had only started doing that when they realised, he had favoured you over them.
He ignored them, instead his eyes roamed around the room until he found you at a small table in the corner. Hiding away from everyone, his long legs carried him as he strides over there, his brows still furrowed and a frown on his lips. “Shit babydoll. What’re you doing sitting all the way over here? Alone too.” He glared, but you could feel that it wasn’t directed towards you. He was probably wondering why one of his men didn’t follow you and at least hang around, because he sure as fuck didn’t think his other wives needed around ten of his men at their table.
You looked up from your food, eyes wide and the movements of your fork stopped. “Uh…” Your gaze had moved to the side, seeing the other wives glaring before you looked back into his. Being his wife only protected you from certain things, but it didn’t protect you from the other wives. You had to come up with an excuse, knowing it would only end badly if the women found out you outed them. “I wanted to be alone today…” You played with the hem of your short chocolate-brown dress, a small split on the side. Being Negan’s favourite meant you didn’t have to wear a black dress like the other wives, sometimes you did if there was an extremely pretty dress in that colour, but other times you liked wearing something that separated you from them.
Today you decided to wear something simple, not feeling the need to dress up and also making sure to wear something you could run in just in case there was the need to. Being smart enough to either carry an extra pair of clothes with you or even stuffing some in hidden spots so you wouldn’t have to always run in a dress. Negan had been so busy with another group that you didn’t think you’d be seeing him, if you knew then you would’ve dressed up a bit more, you liked looking nice for him.
Negan’s eyes roam your face, watching as your eyes dart around and away from him, your plump bottom lip being chewed by your teeth. He knew you were lying. He leaned back a bit with his bat over his shoulder as usual. “Well shit, Sweetness. You wanna tell me why you’re lying?” He leans forward when you look down, placing one hand on the table. He doesn’t need to look to know that his other wives are smirking, thinking you’re going to get into trouble for sitting way over here. “You better tell me, babydoll or I’m going to fuck you on this table while everybody watches.” He smirks as you squirm in your seat, now looking up at him with big wide eyes and a pout.
You weren’t opposed to the idea, but there was no way you were going to tell him the truth because nothing would be done about it and it would end up worse for you.
“Not gonna tell me, sweetness?” He stares down at you hungrily, lust swirling in his eyes as he pictures taking you in front of everyone. Usually, Negan isn’t the type of man to let people see what’s his. But he’s willing to do this to show certain people that no matter what, they will never be better than you. “Stand for me, sugar.” Negan had so many pet names for you, it wasn’t funny. That’s also another thing added onto why the wives hated you, they only ever were called by their first name or by number.
You stand, legs a bit wobbly as you realise what’s to come. Negan walks around the table, pushing the food tray away before he stands behind you completely, pressing up against you. You bite down on your bottom lip as he leans forward and whispers into your ear. “You’re going to bend over for me, babydoll and I’m gonna fuck you, do you understand?” You nod, clouds of lust cover your eyes. Negan brings his bat around, hovering it over your throat. “Words, Princess. You know the drill.”
“Y–Yes, Daddy…” A whimper slips from your lips as you bend over the table, your dress riding up against Negan. Everyone’s eyes are already on what’s happening, you could practically feel the wives anger from here.
Negan smirks, he places his bat down on the table and grips your arse through your dress. “Shit, sweetheart. I’ve been thinking about your sweet pussy all fuckin’ day.” He presses his bulge against you, rocking into you. Negan groans, lifting your dress and moving your knickers to the side, he licks his lips at the sight. “Well, ain’t this the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”
Your cheeks heat up as he says that loud enough for everyone to hear. Negan makes quick work of his belt and zipper, already pulling out his thick cock. You moan, burying your face into your arms as he rubs his cock against your pussy before lining up with your entrance and pushing in with a groan.
“Daddy!” You gasp, pushing back against him. You don’t think you’d ever get used to his size.
He presses his hand against your lower back as he begins to pound into you. Negan looks around with a smirk, fucking you like this in front of everyone feels fucking fantastic. He continues to fuck you harder and faster while he looks over at the other wives, enjoying the looks of anger on their faces, knowing that out of all of them, you’re the one he’s claiming in front of everyone.
“Shit! You feel good, sweetness!” Negan grunts, looking down at you. His hands grip your hips, pulling you back against him. Your moans fill the room, and you reach out to grip onto the table. You can already feel your orgasm building up, your eyes roll back when Negan pounds into your g-spot. “You like this, babydoll?” He groans, gripping you tighter. “Of course you do. You love your Daddy.”
You nod, whining. “Yes! Yes! I love my Daddy!” You moan, clenching around him.
“I’m going to put a fucking baby in you, sweetheart.” He growls, leaning over you, fucking harder into you. “Gonna be mine for-fucking-ever. Get you all round with my child, show everyone you’re my fucking favourite!”
Your pussy squeezes him, sucking him in deeper as you cum hard. “Yes, Daddy! Ohh…”
Negan groans, head tilting back and eyes falling shut as your pussy squeezes his cock. “Shit, sweetheart!” He buries himself deep inside of you, feeling thick amounts of cum shooting out of his cock, filling you to the brim. Negan presses a kiss to the back of your head before pulling out and tucking himself back into his pants. You shakily stand and fix your dress while he picks his bat back up and wraps an arm around your waist. “Aight! Get back to work ya fucking pieces of shit! I’m goin’ go fuck my wife some more!”
You cling to him as he walks you out of the cafeteria. “I wasn’t lying bout making ya round with my child.” He whispers into your ear, smirking when you whimper. “And I’ll deal with the others.” He squeezes your side, thinking of all the ways he could punish the other wives for treating you like shit.
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