Warnings: Mention of death, reference to sex (this was meant to be an aftercare fic but turned into general fluff mostly)
A/n: This is another birthday gif for @lemonboy-milo its officially been a year since i wrote my first ever fic as well, all for this gay boi, I hope your day is as good as can be
Summary: Denny can finally really look after you since his surgery...
It had been a long, and difficult few months to say the least. A heart transplant was no small feet. Nor was everything that came after. There was always a chance of the host body rejecting a new organ.
You were scared for weeks after Denny’s operation. You were more than grateful for his second chance of course - he was almost at the end of his rope on life before receiving this heart - but you were also way too aware that things could be snatched away when you least expect it.
Needless to say, no matter how strong you tried to stay for your man, it was you that ended up needing most comfort. Denny, as much as he hated the idea of leaving you, had personally made peace long ago with the strong possibility of death.
You had your moments of course. Moments when visiting in the hospital where you would be stronger than ever. It broke you to see him as he was, but you loved him with everything you had. So long as Denny Duquette was alive, you were okay. He was fighting for you, it was only fair you fought for him too.
After the transplant operation, Doctor Burke had gone over what was to come with you and Denny. The average recovery from a heart transplant was at least six months. So, when the man was finally able to go home a few weeks later, you took time off work to make sure you could do anything and everything for him at such a pivotal time. He was no longer in the hospital, and you didn’t want to take any chances.
Denny Duquette tried to get you to relax at times. Of course, he wouldn’t always succeed, but whenever he did, he made sure to promise to not do much. The amount you cared for him and his healing was something he would absolutely never take advantage of. Plus, the sooner he recovered, the better.
The man hated not being able to look after you. That was his one job in life - make sure you were alright. In all the events that occurred thanks to his bad heart, however, he had eventually learnt that taking care of himself was taking care of you. Naturally, he still had his bad times, but it was all worth it to prolong your life together, and keep you happy.
You had met Denny at the Seattle Grace hospital. He had struck up a conversation while the both of you were waiting in line at the coffee cart. His heart problems were mentioned, and ever since then you had been worried about him and anything relating to his heart. The man even gave you his coffee so you didn’t have to buy one after you expressed concern.
The two of you had been in intimate situations before, but never full on intercourse. As much as you wanted it at times, not only were you scared about his heart, but you were shy. All that mattered to Denny was that you were comfortable and okay. ‘When you’re ready darlin’ he would say. When his heart got worse and he got his new one, you would suggest you’d be ready when he was fully recovered, but he’d always gently turn you down, insisting you had to be ready. To be comfortable. To truly want it.
That being said, it happened so naturally. It was perfect and everything you could have imagined and more. It had been about seven months since the surgery, and the man wanted to treat you. The perfect indoor date, just the two of you. He went all out, even pretending to drop you off back home at the bedroom door. It was in that moment, as you looked into his loving eyes, emotion swelled up inside you like a hurricane. Before you knew it, you had pulled him in for a passionate kiss.
The rest, as they say, was history. At least it was up until now. You were laying in Denny’s arms, completely naked and content for the first time in your life. All your worries, in this moment, were nowhere to be found as this man held you to his bare chest.
“How’s my Y/N?” He asked softly as his thumb rubbed circles into your arm and he placed a kiss upon your head.
“Mmm great…” You murmured softly as you watched your own hand just sitting on his torso. “How are you?” You asked after a few moments, looking up at him. He knew you were thinking about his heart.
“I’m fine baby,” he spoke with a smile as he lifted one hand to cup your face, “more than fine. I love you so much dollface.” His words made you blush and you began to look away, but he gently grabbed your chin between his thumb and forefinger, making you look at him again. “You’ve done so much for me this past year.. I am more than thankful for that.” All you could do was smile shyly and blush harder. He simply chuckled.
“What are you doing?” You whimpered when Denny slowly started to move.
“I’m looking after you.” He stated matter-of-factly as he gently laid you back down and stood up from the bed, pulling his underwear back on. “Uh- no no no!” The words came out firmly as he leaned over to press a hand to your shoulder when you started to move.
“I should be looking after you…” You pouted at him.
“Baby doll you need to relax okay?” His hand moved to cup your cheek again. “You have been looking after me since we first met, let me really look after you for once, yeah?” He waited, not wanting to let you get up. You could see the seriousness in his eyes. The love and desire to be his normal self again.
“Okay..” you eventually managed to mumble as you laid back as you were. Smiling, Denny’s hand brushed down your arm, grabbed your hand, and pulled it up to his lips for a kiss. His eyes sparkling with happiness as he looked at you.
After another moment, the man let go as he grabbed the sheets to pull them over your nude form. You grabbed the sheets eagerly, hugging them up to your chin.
“You need anything?” He questioned as he stood straight again.
“Just you.. cuddles..” your words made him chuckle softly.
“Is my baby thirsty?” The man gave you a firm look, making you nod ever so slightly. “I’ll just get you some water, okay? Then we can cuddle.”
You listened to the sound of his footsteps and the clink of glasses as he retrieved one from the cupboard. A grin creeped on your face as the seconds passed and you expected him to walk back in. The tiniest squeal left you when he reappeared, causing the widest smile yet to spread across his face and yet another blush to spread across yours.
“Here.” Denny moved to sit on his side of the bed before handing you the glass. He watched as you downed the water. “Very thirsty.” He commented as you placed the glass on the bedside table. You wasted no time in holding up the bed sheets and patting his spot, silently commanding him to now cuddle. “So impatient!” The man chuckled again as he slid under the covers with you.
Instead of cuddling right away, he laid on his side facing you, grabbing your hands and holding them to his chin.
“How did I ever get so lucky huh?” Letting one of his hands go, Denny stroked your hair with such affection you could have melted and fallen into a puddle on the floor.
“I don’t know..” you squirmed slightly, not used to someone caring for you like the man in front of you did.
“C’mere…” Letting go of your hands, he opened his arms. You squealed excitedly again, causing him to chuckle, as you turned around and wiggled back into him. Little spoon that you were. His arms closed tightly around you as he pulled you further into him as he breathed in your scent and let out a long, satisfied sigh.
“Y/N… I dont think you know just how much I appreciate everything you have done for me, especially over these last few months,” he whispered into your ear. You could hear everything he felt hanging on his every word. “I haven’t been able to look after you as well as I would’ve liked, but now with this new heart, I can do that and love you twice as hard as I ever did.. So I hope you know what you’ve gotten yourself in for darlin’.” He nuzzled his face into the back of your neck.
“I love you too Denny baby.” Your words portrayed how soft he had made you feel. This man, who was unable to be the man he usually was for so long, had every intention of looking after you in every sense. You stuck with him all this time, helped him through all the bad, and now he was back to full strength, he was going to do the exact same for his precious baby doll.
Warning(s): Fluff. Language. Tired Negan. Slightly grumpy Negan. Soft Negan. Daddy!Negan. Dick joke. SHIRTLESS JDM GIFs and images!!
Author’s Note(s): I wrote this story this morning at 6:30 am, after I couldn’t sleep all night long. Insomnia sucks ass. Despite having a major writer’s block for the last several months, this idea hit me and I just had to type it up. I hope y’all like it!
His voice a half yell, a half sigh as he spoke. Sleep still laced his words, trying hard to cling to the syllables as he rubbed his face against the pillow before sluggishly pushing himself outta bed, leaving the soft, memory foam mattress behind. Strolling over to the thick wooden door that sealed off his quarters, Negan grunted.
The last thing he wanted was to be disturbed. It was too early for this shit. Well, too early in the afternoon, anyway. It’d been a rough day, running things in the Sanctuary. He’d had to iron a fucker’s face as a punishment that now seemed pointless at the current time. But, it had been important for him to remind his people of the rules, and the subsequent consequences of those rules being broken.
He never liked ironing people’s faces, and it always exhausted the fuck outta him, which is why he’d been napping before some fucker knocked on his door. But, he still did it. The ironing. He had to do it. As leader, it was his job. He was the one to enforce the rules in order to keep his people safe. That’s why…
His thoughts trailed off as he jerked the door open, glaring at the person on the other side, intent to rip them a new one for disturbing him and waking him from his much-needed nap.
“What the fu-” He stopped mid-sentence as he took in the sight of the person standing in the hallway, in front of him.
Reader’s P.O.V:
You cringed when you heard him cuss out loud before the noises of shuffling on the other side of the door could be heard. You hadn’t wanted to disturb him, but you had no other choice. You bit your lip as you waited for him to open the door. As soon as it was flung open, your throat closed up and your heart pounded faster in your chest and loudly in your ears.
You barely heard his faltering question when the door was no longer separating the both of y’all. You could see the concern flash over his face, quickly followed by the flash of worry as he furrowed his brow. Your eyes followed his hand as it moved from the doorframe to run through his hair that was no longer slicked back, but rather ruffled from what you could only assume was his pillow.
You watched as he ran his fingers through his hair, messing it up more. You watched his lips move, but couldn’t hear anything he was saying as the sound of your heartbeat in your ears drowned him out. He reached a hand forward and placed it on your shoulder. That seemed to calm you down real fuckin’ quick.
After a moment, you took a deep breath and blinked, looking up at him.
“Doll?” He asked again.
You shook your head. “Huh?”
He tried to hide the small smile tugging on his lips but failed. His dimples showed as he let out a soft, breathy chuckle.
“I asked what’s wrong? You ok?” He repeated his earlier questions that you hadn’t heard over the beating of your heart.
“Y-y-ye…” You started, but stopped, shaking your head. “No. I’m sorry to bother you, but…” You lifted your arms, showing him what was in them.
Negan’s eyes softened and he nodded. “Say no more, sweetheart.”
His long arms reached out and his hands gently plucked the bundle outta your arms and cradled it to him. He took a step back, giving you room to enter into his living area as he cradled the bundle in his arms. Stepping in, you watched, in awe and amusement as he held your infant son close, and started murmuring softly to the little boy.
You watched, not noticing the door closing, as your son slowly stopped wailing at the top of his little lungs as he stared, wide eyed up at the badass, bat-wielding leader of the Sanctuary. You heard Negan’s chuckle as he lowered his head and placed a soft kiss on the boy’s head. He looked up at you as your son cuddled to him, his chubby little fingers curling ‘round the hairs that covered Negan’s chest.
He smiled, dimples showing once more. “Not quite what I was fuckin’ expectin’ after being woken up from my damn nap.”
You swallowed deeply. “I…I’m sorry, sir. He’s been screaming bloody murder for the last two and a half hours. I tried everything and then some before I finally came up here.”
He smirked. “It’s no fuckin’ problem, sweetheart. Looks like he just wanted me.”
You let out a shaky laugh and nodded, shrugging. “I guess so. I dunno how you do it, but you seem to be the only one who can calm him these days.”
His smirk grew even more. “I’ve just got the touch, I guess. From the moment I met this cute little fucker and his fuckin’ beautiful as shit mother.”
You blushed, hoping he wouldn’t notice as he turned his attention back to the little boy in his arms.
“You just wanted Daddy Negan, didn’t you, little man? Hmmm? Yea. You fuckin’ did.” He chuckled as he cooed at the little boy.
He laughed softly as the boy let out a quiet giggle of his own and snuggled closer to Negan’s chest. You watched, wondering how the hell Negan managed to quiet your son, and make him giggle. As you watched the two of them, that was when you fully noticed Negan. You sucked in a quiet breath as your eyes raked over him.
He was completely shirtless, his tanned skin, chest hair, and numerous tattoos on full display. Your eyes lowered, from his chest to your sons in his arms, and still lower. You bit your lip a little bit as you took in the sight of a pair of holey blue jeans, hanging low on his hips, zipped up but unbuttoned. You could clearly see “AMERICAN EAGLE” stitched in on the dark blue waistband of his boxers he had on under his jeans.
The thick band still hung low enough to show off his abs, and the trail of hair that led to what his pants were covering. You took another breath in and tried not to stare at the developed and clearly prominent V-line of his. You forced your eyes to look lower so you wouldn’t get distracted and your thoughts wouldn’t wander more than they already had.
He was barefoot, which you had already assumed since Negan had been napping before you woke him up. He didn’t even have socks on. Not that you blamed him. It was fuckin’ hotter than Satan’s balls in a sauna on a hot July day in Georgia. The heat was also the most likely cause for the thin layer of sweat that covered his skin.
“Doll?”
You brought your eyes up to meet Negan’s once you heard his soft voice.
“Huh?” You asked.
He laughed and shook his head. “I asked if you were enjoying the view?”
You blushed harder, no longer able to idea it. “Maybe?”
His head tossed back as he let out a deep bellied laugh.
“Maybe my ass! Damn. I ain’t been checked out like that in at least 20 years, and that’s fuckin’ sayin’ somethin’ since I used to have 4 fuckin’ wives!” He smirked.
You raised a brow. “Used to?”
He nodded and grinned as he padded across the soft carpet to his bed. He plopped down on the side of the mattress that was still messed up from his nap a few minutes prior. He swung his feet up, kicking the sheets outta the way as he got comfortable, and leaned back, shifting your son so he was comfortable on Negan’s chest.
The Sanctuary’s leader patted the spot next to him, gesturing for you to settle next to him.
“Mmhhmm. Used to. I got rid of ‘em after I met you and this little munchkin a few months ago.” He said.
You walked over and laid next to him, kicking your shoes off before you climbed up in his huge ass bed, snuggling up to him. This…the three of y’all like this, in his bed…was something that happened quite often since he’d brought you to the Sanctuary 3 months ago.
From the moment Negan had found you and your newborn son, hiding out in a store, and he’d taken your screaming son in an attempt to quiet him, the little boy only quieted for Negan. He could tell you were stressed, trying not to panic from fear that the walkers would find you since your son had been screaming as loud as his little body would allow.
He’d gently taken him from your arms, staying close to you so as to keep you from panicking more as a random stranger taking your son. You’d started to protest, but quickly stopped as your son nestled to Negan’s leather jacket and quieted down the moment he was in the man’s arms. Negan had chuckled, much like he did today, while you’d let out a breath of relief, your panic washing away.
As he’d rocked your son to sleep in his arms, Negan told you about the Sanctuary, and offered to bring you both back. He’d explained the rules, and offered you the same offer he gave to anyone he came across. Only, he’d also offered you the position of being one of his wives. You’d turned that down quickly.
Explaining that you were sure he didn’t want a “wife” who had so much baggage and a child, you’d told him that you’d work for points. He didn’t hide his disappointment, but you could tell he’d respected your choice. When he brought you and your son to the old factory, he set you up in a room that you didn’t have to share, so it was just you and your little boy.
He told you, as he’d laid your sleeping son down, that if you needed anything, not to hesitate to let him know. It hadn’t been until you were in the cafeteria one morning, and someone dropped their tray, startling your little boy from his slumber, making him wail, and Negan came over and gently took him, quieting him down, that you took the man up on his offer.
After that day, it was clear that your son loved Negan and would only quiet down when he was with him. You and Negan had gotten closer during the visits y’all shared as he soothed your boy back to sleep. Many of those visits had consisted of you and Negan curled up in his bed as he held your son against his chest, rubbing his back.
Just like y’all were today. You looked up at Negan after he just dropped the bomb about his wives.
“Why?” You asked.
He shrugged. “I didn’t need them anymore. Got tired of their bullshit. It’s not like I fuckin’ loved any of them. There have been three people in my life that I loved, and I already lost one of them. I wasn’t gonna lose the other two because I wanted to keep the wives. So, I sent ‘em fuckin’ packin’. They were damn happy ‘bout it.”
“I thought Lucille was the only person you loved?” You asked softly.
You knew his first, real wife was a tough subject for him, but he’d opened up to you ‘bout her one night.
He nodded. “She was. Until I met this kid who was screamin’ his lungs out and fuckin’ freakin’ his mama out.”
He glanced at you as he kissed the little boy’s head. It hit you as to what he was saying. You swallowed deeply and your eyes searched yours. You could see it. The love in them. The emotions.
“Us?” You asked, your voice barely above a whisper.
He nodded again, slowly, his eyes never leaving yours. “Mmhhmm. So, I fuckin’ let ‘em go. Just having you and this screamer…that’s all I needed. Even if you didn’t feel the same way. In a sense, you’d given me the chance to be a dad, and I wasn’t gonna fuck that up. Don’t worry. You don’t have to feel the same way. I just figured you’d wanna know the reason behind why I fuckin’ got rid of the wives. I’m content with just being here when he’s screaming so I can soothe him the fuck back to sleep.”
“I…I…” You started but when you couldn’t find the words, you just laid your head on his shoulder and stared at your son as you processed what he was saying.
Negan looked back at your little boy, who was now sound asleep and snuggled to his chest. He smiled and kissed his head when a thought struck him. Not looking away from the baby in his arms, he voiced his thought.
“Have you decided on a name yet?”
You smiled and nodded. When Negan had first found y’all, you still hadn’t given your son a name yet. Nothing seemed right for the precious baby who came into your life. Nothing, that is, until 2 months ago.
That was when you decided on the perfect name for him.
“Alexander.” You murmured, and glanced up when Negan took a breath in.
“Alexander? As in my middle name?” He blinked. “You named him after me?”
You giggled and nodded against his shoulder again. “Figured it’d be fitting for him to be named after the only man in his life. His Daddy. I just couldn’t bring myself to call him Negan too. ‘Specially not since you named your dick ‘Negan Jr.’.”
He laughed as he teared. “I can’t believe I fuckin’ told you that. But, you really named him Alexander? After me? You remembered me telling you ‘bout my middle name?”
You smiled and nodded again. “Mmhhmm. I named him after his Daddy, and the man I love.”
His eyes widened at your confession and he teared more. “Well, fuck me! This was so fuckin’ worth bein’ woken up from a nap.”
You laughed. “That’s not happenin’ right now. He just got to sleep. We are not going to risk wakin’ him up again. But, soon. We can.”
He grinned and kissed your head. “I’m gonna fuckin’ hold you to that. But I agree. What do you say we take a nap? As a family?”
You smiled and snuggled closer to him. “I’d fuckin’ like that.”
He grinned when you used his favorite fuckin’ word. Moving slightly, he wrapped an arm ‘round your shoulders and held you and the baby close. You snuggled to him and kept your head on his shoulder as you soon dozed off too.
“My family.” He murmured, a silly grin on his face. “I love my fuckin’ family.”
Notes: holy shit. It has been forever since I've posted anything and it feels so good to finally give ya'll somethin'. I hope you guys love it and please let me know what you think, and of course let me know if you'd like to be tagged 😁😁❤❤❤
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Russell let out a deep sigh as he ran his hand down his mouth, sliding his keys into the lock as he bit his lip.
Him and his girl Serenity had been through a bit of a rough patch the last few days, with him always gone and her riding his ass about being committed to their relationship.
He was trying, he really was.
But he was worn thin.
Everything would be ok.
Pushing through the door he spotted her pulling the curtains behind the couch, Serenity was the love of his life. No matter what happened, as long as he could come home to her…
Flicking the lights on and off he chuckled as she whipped around, her hands going to her hips as she gave him an angry expression. Harvey sighed “baby I'm sorry” he rubbed his chest with his fist as he tossed his keys on the table.
Serenity cocked her head to the side before huffing in disbelief her hands signed aggressively, parts of her voice coming through. Ok, she was pissed.
“I know baby, I know I'm late….but…”
She scoffed holding her hands up to silence him before grabbing her notepad, chucking it at his chest. It had been a little over two years since the destruction of Chicago and the world was still putting itself back together.
Harvey had met Serenity while helping Davis and George get survivors out of Chicago, she had been trapped under the rubble of her apartment complex for hours. A nearby explosion had all but destroyed her hearing.
She had been so terrified she'd clung to Harvey so tight he thought she'd never let go.
After that he'd spent days in the hospital holding her hand, when she'd finally came too she'd been angry and scared.
She had been a music teacher for almost ten years.
Her life had been ruined, but he had done everything in his power to make her happy. But even two years later he still couldn't seem to get it right.
Watching her storm out of the room he frowned, crouching down to pick up her notebook. A bright smile forming on his lips as he read the words in black marker scrolled across its page in large caps.
‘FOLLOW ME, YOU STUPID MAN!!’
Dropping the notebook on the floor, he loosened his tie before walking down the hall to their room.
Serenity was sitting on the edge of the bed brushing her long red hair, her eyes were closed and her expression sad. Harvey sighed moving to sit next to her, resting his chin on her shoulder. His hazel eyes big and begging for her forgiveness as she opened her shimmering green orbs.
Putting her brush down she cupped his scruffy cheek rubbing it lovingly with her thumb, a small smile on her lips.
“I'm sorry” he breathed out as he leaned into her touch.
Nodding she signed “i know", kissing his lips gently making him smile softly. “You're too good for me...ya know that?” he chuckled, she nodded with a light giggle.
Harvey chuckled cupping her face so he could kiss her soundly, his eyes closing as the kiss became deeper and more heated. A low groan rumbling up through his chest as her fingers ran up through his hair. A soft giggle escaping her lips as he suddenly hoisted her onto his lap, his fingers caressing up her thighs and hips. His fingers dancing up her sides making her giggle sweetly before cupping her slender neck. The kiss getting slower but more thorough and deep.
Chuckling softly against her lips as he helped her slip her thin nightgown up over her head, tossing it to the side. Her beautiful, soft skin practically glowing in the soft light of the corner lamp. Harvey kissed her deeply, his large hands cupping her breasts, squeezing them gently before slowly sliding down to slip down the back of her panties.
Gasping with a heated smile Serenity suddenly shoved Harvey back, pinning him to the bed. Kissing him passionately, she slowly grinded her wet panties against his growing erection. Small little whimpers subdued against his lips as her hands fisted his shirt, his hands fighting to divulge her of her panties. Tossing the soon torn garment to an unseen corner of the room Harvey rolled them over, trailing open mouthed kisses down her throat before wrapping his lips around her pert nipple.
Serenity gasped tangling her delicate fingers into his hair, tugging on it gently as she bit her lip. Her body writhing beneath him as she arched her back off the bed, her fingers tugging his lips back to her in a hungry kiss. Urging him back on his knees, Serenity quickly worked his tie loose, yanking it free before using it to pull him back to her lips. Shoving his suite jacket from his shoulders, Serenity mewled against his lips as their hands fought to expel the offensive garment that was his white button up shirt. The poor thing practically getting ripped from his body before Harvey picked Serenity up, hands on each ass cheek as he shuffled them up the bed. Her loud squeal of surprise followed by the breathy giggle making him smile brightly against her lips.
Whipping his belt through his belt loops and tossing it to the side, Harvey looked down at Serenity as she smiled. Biting her finger with a beautiful blush as she slid her legs open for him, she giggled shyly before easing her panties down giving him a teasing wink.
Harvey shook his head with a loving smile as his hands slid up her thighs, finishing her panties removal before tossing them over his shoulder with a smirk. God she was so beautiful. Like a flame haired goddess, her red tresses spilled out, framing her head in a fiery halo as she smiled up at him. Kissing her deeply as her fingers ran through his hair, Harvey slid his hands up her thighs before lifting her smooth thigh up onto his hip. Their bodys moved against each other in slow, languid movements, Serenity's bare toes working to shove Harvey's pants down his narrow hips.
Once the rest of their clothes were strung around the bed like fallen leaves, Harvey rolled over on his back, Serenity rolling with him so she was straddling his hips. Her fingers holding his face as she kissed him passionately, her moist center rubbing against his swollen cock as heavy groans and soft whimpers were passed between their lips.
Easing down onto his thick girth with a shuddering breath, Serenity slid her eyes closed with an almost blissful sigh. Her hips rolling against his as his calloused hands slid up her body to her breasts, kneading them gently as his right hand slid to her throat. The soft squeeze of his fingers brought another breathy moan from her parted lips, her body undulating beautifully in the dim lighting.
Pressing his head back into the pillow with a rumbling groan, Harvey closed his eyes, panting softly. Serenity's hands ran up his chest as his hand slid down to grip her hips, urging her to pick up the pace with a soft smack on the ass. Serenity gasped with a light giggle, her nails digging into his chest gently as her hips began to move. Harvey bit his lip with a grunt, his own hips rising to slap against hers as their movements became more desperate. The building crescendo between their bodies was almost palpable, sweat clinging to their skin making them shine in the soft lighting of the corner lamp.
Throwing her head back with a carrying moan, Serenity squeezed her eyes shut, her chest heaving as Harvey positioned his legs so he could thrust into her harder. His cock was driving deep inside her with each thrust, her tight walls dragging against his shaft almost begging him to stay inside her. She was so close. Her thighs shaking as his thumb slid over her clit making her jerk. Whimpering, digging her blunt nails into his chest she squeezed her eyes shut before dropping down to kiss him hungrily. Harvey’s groans were muffled against her lips as his fingers dug into her soft flesh, the sound of the headboard knocking against the wall keeping time with the squeaks of the bed frame.
Feeling her tighten around him Harvey growled and grunted, kneading her ass firmly as he gave her ass another firm smack. The sting of pain and the increase in his pace had Serenity falling apart around him, her throwing back her red hair as she rode out her orgasm. Her juices coating his cock and balls as he suddenly sat up, kissing her hungrily, his hands running up her back and shoulders. Panting against her sweaty cheek, Harvey closed his eyes with an almost relieved groan as his own release splattered deep inside her.
The sound of her breathy gasp and small whimper at the feeling of his hot seed filling her up had Harvey smiling softly, rubbing her back soothingly with a soft hum. He knew she could feel his purr through his chest against her bare skin, her own hands sliding up his back and into his hair before she kissed him deeply. There never needed to be any words exchanged between them in moment's like this, no explanation for the way they felt or how they were feeling at the moment. They already knew. There were no secrets between them, no lies or miscommunication. They were perfectly in sync, two sides of the same coin.
No matter what happened they would always be together, his crass attitude and brash personality mixing perfectly with her calm and sweet demur.
Request by Anon- “ Hey! I love your writing! Would you mind writing an imagine for me? Fluff with JDM. Laying in a hammock. I’m reading a book, and he’s checking his emails on his phone. Just a relaxing day with him, full of fluff, and maybe going for a dip in the pool? Thanks, hun! :) “
Warnings: Implied Smut, Too Much Fluff-is that even a warning
Word Count: 1197
Characters: OC, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, and Cameo by Norman Reedus!
Tag List: @jayrart @you-a-southpaw-doll
A/N-To request please message me or submit an ask!:] Hope you enjoy.
I lay with my husband in the hammock that he put in our yard one day. We haven’t had much time together since he’s always away filming. The Walking Dead gave him a few episodes off so he flew home to be with me. I’m happy for him to be home. I didn’t see him for almost 4 months.
“Baby? Have you seen my phone?” He asks from the back doorway to the house.
“It’s on the kitchen counter charging,” I look over my shoulder at him.
He winks at me and walks back inside. I shake my head. That man would lose his head if it wasn’t attached. I look back to my book that I’m currently reading and after a few minutes of reading a shadow is casted over me.
“Doll, move over please.” I look up and see Jeffrey standing over me.
I sit up a little and he lays down behind me. He gets comfortable and I lean back into his chest. I pull up my book again and start reading. Out of the corner of my eye I see him on his phone. I smile to myself and I continue to read. After a few minutes, I turn to Jeffrey.
“Baby,” I say softly.
He looks over at me.
“We have been married for 5 years and never talked about this, but how would you feel about having a baby” I ask, looking into his eyes.
“A baby? Hell yeah I would want a baby. Wait are you-” Jeffrey starts to say.
“No!” I say quickly. “I was just thinking maybe we can start making one soon,” I blush, biting my lip.
“Well Darling,” He says leaning down, kissing my neck onto my shoulder. “Why don’t we get started right now?”
“Well baby,” I say standing up, inching my top up slowly.
He smirks at me and stands up, “What?”
“There’s something I want to do first,” I whisper biting my lip.
He keeps watching me and licks his lips, “Whats that baby?”
I throw my shirt on the ground and giggles, “I’m going swimming.” I turn around and run to the pool.
He realizes I was wearing my swimsuit and curses to himself, “Get back here,” He laughs, chasing me.
About a month later. I’m sitting in my doctors office and I swing my legs. I was really sick yesterday and today so I’m making sure I don’t have the flu. My doctor walks inside.
“Mrs. Morgan, I have some news for you.” She says sitting down on the stool by the bed.
“Good news?” I ask nervously. I hate having the flu.
“Actually, it would depend on you but yes. I believe it’s good news. You’re pregnant Mrs. Morgan.” She says looking up from her paperwork.
I pause for a second. “Wait really?”
“Yes. About a month” She smiles a little at me.
I start tearing, “Oh my! I can’t wait to tell Jeffrey!”
For the next 20 minutes she tells me what to do and what to not do while pregnant and when finally I get out, I hurry and call the one person I know who would want to help.
“Hello?”
“Norman! I need to talk to you! Where can we meet?” I say quickly but happily.
“I’m at the coffee shop by South and Main. Meet me here?” He asks confused.
“Yes!” I say and hang up my phone. I drive quickly but safety to the coffee shop.
“Hey girl,” Norman says giving me a hug when i get inside.
“I have great news!” We sit down at a table.
“Whats that?” He asks confused.
“I’m pregnant! And I need your help to tell Jeffrey.”
“Really?” He says excited. He stands quickly and wraps his arms around me.
“Yes!”
For the next hour Norman and I are thinking of ways to tell him.
“I got it!” Norman says. “I can find a baby sized Motorcycle, like a toy, and a leather jacket and you get it made with something on the back of it saying ‘baby Negan’” he says smiling. “I could have it today or tomorrow.”
“Thats perfect!” I say, “I can tell him tomorrow when you get it.”
While Norman makes some calls, I hurry and find place that will make the jacket today. After 2 hours, Norman and I finally get everything together. I will pick up the jacket in the morning and Norman can have the bike tonight.
“Thanks so much Norman for all your help,” I say giving him another hug.
“I’m glad to help. I’m happy I’m the first you told,” He laughs a little. “Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.”
The next day, I sneak out of the house while Jeffrey is sleeping and I get the jacket. Norman meets me back at home with the bike under a sheet.
“He’s still sleeping so we have a little time.” I say.
Norman and I clean the bike off, getting it ready for Jeffrey to see. We lay the jacket onto the seat and I smile.
“It looks perfect!” I say clapping my hands silently.
“You did a good job,” Norman gives me a hug, “I got to go but record it so I can watch.”
He leaves and I walk inside to see Jeffrey walking down the stairs.
“Hey doll,” He yawns and rubs his eyes. “What were you doing outside?”
“I have a surprise for you,” I smile.
“What’s that darling?” He asks walking over to me, wrapping his arms around my waist.
“Close your eyes,” I turn around.
He closes his eyes tightly as he keeps his hands on my waist and I lead him outside. I look over my shoulder to make sure he’s not peaking. We finally make it to the driveway where the bike is sitting.
“Ready?” I ask, turning around.
“Of course.”
“Okay. One, Two, Three. Open.”
He opens his eyes and looks over at the bike. His eyebrows get pushed together then he looks at me. He then walks over to the little bike and kneels down looking at the jacket.
“Baby Negan in the Making?” He looks over his shoulder at me. Then the look of shock goes over his face. “You’re pregnant?”
I nod and blush. He stands quickly and runs over to me.
“You’re pregnant?” He asks again.
“Yes,” I say giggling.
He kneels down on the ground and looks at my belly.
“There’s an actually baby in here?”
“Yes,” I giggle as he wraps his arms around me and kisses my tummy.
“I can’t wait to meet you little guy. Wait is it a boy?” He looks up at me.
“I don’t know yet. Norman and I thought of this idea since it seemed easier.” I say.
“Wait, Norman knew?”
“I only found out yesterday and I needed his help. Why?” I asked confused.
“He texted me yesterday saying ‘I know something you don’t know’” Jeffrey says laughing.
I laugh and run my fingers through him hair.
“I can’t wait to meet you,” He whispers and kisses my tummy once again.
I love him so much and I can’t wait to start this next step with him.
Happy New Year Darling: You, the Winchesters and Crowley go out for drinks on New Years eve. You had plenty to drink and it was time to go home. An unexpected visitor is there the next day to help cure the hangover.
John Winchester:
It’s Just The Wind: ****** The reader and John live together, but when he leaves to go on a hunt, you have the apartment to yourself. During an intense wind storm, you get a surprise visitor.
Summary: Professor Negan simply offers one of his students a ride home.
Author: Multireality
Pairing(s): Professor!Negan x reader
Word Count: 1436
Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, slight Daddy and Sir kink, swearing
Author’s Notes: Sorry for taking so long, I was busy with exams. Requested by @ask-kakashihatake I hope you like it.
“Does anyone have any questions?” Professor Negan spoke, his voice deep and gravelly. Nobody spoke so he continued to clean the blackboard while the rest of the class began to pack up their things and begin to leave the room.
I was at the back, as usual, trying to avoid the attention of others. The girls that surrounded me always teased me for being the quiet one who always gets the highest grades. Sure, I always got A+’s but I worked for it.
The girls that surrounded me were the popular girls who were effortlessly beautiful and were caked in makeup whereas I preferred a more natural look. They were loud and giggly and always tried to gain the attention of Professor Negan. He was foul-mouthed and perfect. His black hair, graying beard, and hazel eyes were the combination to my heart. Yet I was shy remember and therefore have never spoken to him, except one time when I stuttered my way through it and then ran away embarrassed and have yet to speak to him since.
So here you were trying to wait patiently while the rest of your class members filed out of the room so that I didn’t have to become claustrophobic while attempting to leave the room.
The girls I sat with were surrounding Negan’s desk leaning over it in an attempt to show their assets, however, you only wished you could be so brave. Professor Negan would never even give me a second look never mind desire you like he probably did them.
I was a nobody in the classroom. Simply the smart girl.
Therefore I was inevitably nobody to him.
“Oh, Professor Negan your class was so, so good today, I love the sound of your voice.” Spoke one of the girls, paired with a hair flick for emphasis.
“Thank you, ladies,” he responded as he finished putting away his things and preparing for leaving.
At this point, I quickly exited the classroom and headed for my locker to grab my remaining books for studying tonight.
Trust this to happen to me. It was the one day where I decided to not bring my car to school, I decided this morning to walk to save the environment and stuff – but here I was standing in the rain.
It was pouring down.
This was the work of Satan, I knew it.
I wasn’t even wearing suitable clothing, I was wearing light blue skinny jeans and a plain white top with black flats. I was going to look like a washed-up rat when I finally reached my house.
I stepped out from the safety of the school and began a quick pace home. The rain freezing making me a shivering mess.
As I was walking a sleek black land rover pulled up beside me and began traveling at a slow speed to match my own. The window was rolled down to reveal Professor Negan. To say I was shocked was an understatement. My cheeks flushed instantly that he saw me in such a state.
“Y/n get in, you’ll catch a cold in this fucking weather sweetheart.”
“I’m fine, but thank you, sir,” I replied, slightly louder than normal to be heard over the harsh beating of the rain.
“Come on sweetheart you’ll die of hyperthermia, just get it” his eyes were sparkling, the golden flecks standing out in the dark evening.
“Okay, thank you.” I quickly opened the door and climbed inside his expensive car. The car smells of fresh pine and his intoxicating cologne. “Do you always offer your students lifts home?” I questioned, as I glanced over at him. God, he was beautiful.
“Only the fucking pretty ones, doll” he looked over at me with a glint in his eyes a small smirk adorned his face as my face became flushed at his simple compliment.
“I’m honored” I whispered just loud enough so that he could hear, as my embarrassment took over.
After I gave him my address Negan began to drive me home while constantly complimenting me throughout leaving myself a blushing mess. I think he was just being polite honestly, why would someone like him notice me? He was like a Greek god and I was simply a civilian in awe of his presence.
“You always going to be this shy with me, doll?” he questioned, his gravelly voice forcing me to clench my thighs together to alleviate pressure. The sound of his voice was like honey – sweet and yet sickly. I loved it.
“I’m sorry, you’re just slightly intimidating,” I spoke quietly.
“Me? Well, I’m fucking sorry to hear that doll” his hand landed on my thigh slowly stroking it with his thumb, “do you always find me intimidating? Is that why you don’t speak to me in class or avoid eye contact with me?” his hand got higher and higher with each stroke leaving me at a loss for words. “Because I always noticed you doll, every fucking day when you walked into my classroom and your eyes sparkled and that fucking smile of yours made my knees weak.”
“I never thought that you noticed me” I spoke breathlessly as his hand hovered over my core.
“Oh, I noticed you, doll. I noticed all of you.” As his hand neared the button of my jeans he pulled the car over to the side of the road. “You okay with this doll” he whispered in my ear as his face was inches from my own. I simply nodded, lacking the energy to verbally respond.
He unbuttoned my jeans and pushed his hand inside my panties and began to slowly stroke my clit. I moaned in pure bliss at his actions as I began to pull my jeans down my legs and removed them completely. Leaving me in just my white t-shirt and panties.
“God, you’re fucking soaked doll, this all for me?” he husked in my ear. I nodded once more as his fingers slowed and traced my slit as he pushed two fingers inside and began pumping them in a slow lazy pace.
The sounds of my moans and my heavy breathing filled the car as he palmed his bulge with his other hand. I moved my hand over to his lap and hesitantly moved his hand and began to rub his bulge as he began to let out moans of his own.
He kissed me with such passion that I was seeing stars as the coil in my stomach built due to his fingers finding that spot inside me which caused me to shake and whimper in his hold.
The coil exploded as my pleasure took over. I was left a whimpering mess ready for him to claim me.
After he worked me through my intense orgasm he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down his thick thighs and pulled his boxers down exposing his thick and long manhood. God, he was well endowed.
“Come here baby, sit on daddy’s lap, princess” I pulled my panties down my legs leaving me bare and moved myself onto his lap, leaning back on his thick thighs. I stroked his velvety cock, up and down in a repeated movement. “Baby, hurry up and ride me already”
“Of course, sir, whatever you want” I whispered.
I raised myself above his throbbing erection and slowly lowered myself on his thick girth.
“God baby, you are so goddamn tight”
“You’re huge sir, so big”
I continued to bounce on his thick cock increasing in speed as I went. Our moans filled the car, my hands were gripping his broad shoulders as his were on my ass as he continued to encourage me to move faster. Both of us chasing out ends.
I circled my hips making his dick hit my pleasure spot deep inside, which no man had ever been able to find.
“Do that again baby” he panted.
I continued to swivel my hips continuously hitting my g-spot. His lips moved to my neck leaving a generous amount of hickies on my skin.
“God, sir, I’m going to cum” I moaned.
“Do it, baby. I’m right behind you.”
With three more thrusts, I was cumming, white bursts of light obscuring my vision as I lay panting on his chest. He pulled out just in time and came on my lower abdomen, coating me in white. I lowered a finger and dipped it into his release, then raised it to my mouth and sucked it into the confines of my mouth.
“Look at my dirty fucking girl, always surprising me”
Summary: You haven’t seen your husband in months, due to him being away on press. After going to the spot that the two of you love the most, you get an interesting phone call.
Warnings: EXTREME FLUFF!!
Paring: Jeffrey x Female Reader
Words: 1767
Note: hello, familia! so, prettyepiic posted the gif above yesterday and I got hit with inspiration (*queue the rainbows and sparkles*). I wrote a small imagine for it, but then I was challenged to make it into a full fic so, here you are! grab your blankets and teddy bears, this one is hella fluffy! much love!
Tags: @prettyepiic
“Umm… let me get the berrylicious iced tea. Hold on the sugar,” you asked, while digging into your purse. The cashier in front of you nodded and punched the buttons on their screen before telling you the total.
The smell of coffee and cookies filled the air and the sighs of people waiting in line behind you resounded in your ears.
It was lunch time in New York, and every little restaurant and coffee shop was filled with people looking to get something into their hungry bellies. This place, the Bean Boys coffee shop, was you and your husband’s favorite spot for midday treats. You remembered what he would always order.
“A coffee, black, one spoon of sugar. Oh and a cake pop,” he would say, always eyeing the sprinkled ones in the glass case. You’d scoff at his obsession with them.
“Jeff, you literally tasted half of one at a wedding once, and now you’re obsessed with them.”
“I can’t help it,” he’d answer, chuckling, “They’re just so– oh my.”
His face would light up every time that sprinkled little treat was handed to him. He swallow it in one bite, and you’d shake your head while taking your tea. He’d then take his coffee and you’d both sit at the same table, every time.
The cashier looked at you as your pulled the money from your wallet, but as you handed him the cash, you saw the cake pops sitting in their glass case. You pulled out one more dollar and smiled.
“Hand me one of the cake pops too.”
The cashier, taking the dollar, nodded and punched it into the computer. He answered with your new total and handed you your receipt.
Then he turned and took one from its case and handed it to you.
“Your drink will be out shortly.”
Nodding you walked over to the waiting spot.
Looking down at the cake pop you wondered how Jeffrey was able to fit the full thing in his mouth every time. It was huge! You decided to give it a try. Opening your mouth as wide as you could, you took a bite. Sprinkles fell all over your shirt and frosting covered your lips. You chuckled to yourself.
“Need a napkin?”
You looked over to see a woman handing you a brown napkin with the name of the coffee shop spread on the front. You made an awkward smile and swallowed, taking the napkin.
“Thanks,” you said. The woman nodded.
“My husband is obsessed with these things and I never understood how he could fit the whole thing in his mouth with one go,” you admitted. The woman, her blue eyes becoming cheerful, released a soft laugh.
“That’s funny,” she said, taking her drinks from the counter, “My husband loves their carrot cake! Every other day, like clockwork, he gets a craving for it.”
You chuckled with her as your drink was the next to be served. The woman was then handed a small container holding a slice of the carrot cake.
“Gotta hand this to the beast,” she joked.
You laughed along with her.
“Yeah, my husband is out of town so, I’m taking this one in his honor.”
“Where is he?”
“He’s on business,” you lied.
Actually, Jeff was out doing press for the next season of his show, The Walking Dead. It was widely popular, and one thing Jeff had warned you about earlier, was how emotions with his character were still running high. He was perceived as they evil prick who murdered some of the good guys.
But in full honesty, Negan was simply a man trying to survive and protect his people, no matter what it took. Very similar to his counterpart, Rick Grimes, if you said so yourself.
“Aww well, I hope he comes home safely,” the woman said, nodding to her husband who was sitting in a booth.
“It was nice talking to you,” she said. You returned the compliment and went your separate way, going to your favorite table.
It was the one, second to the corner, along the windows. It was perfect for people watching, which you and Jeff loved to do when adult conversations were just too boring. You’d both point out the weirdos who walked down the street and laugh at the crazy things that, well, only ever happened in New York.
You sat down and placed your bag on the floor, taking your phone out to place it on the table. Biting off the last of the cake pop, you slightly smiled and put the stick on a napkin next to you. You tasted the sweetness of your iced tea and felt at ease.
The day was bright and sunny, but the sounds of the shop seemed to get louder. More people kept coming in and forming an even longer line then before. Sighing, you went down to your purse to pull out your headphones.
You suddenly felt the table vibrate. You looked at the screen, to find your own face staring back at you, with the ID of ‘Norman Reedus’, showing at the top.
Norman was FaceTiming you.
You plugged in the headphones and made a face. He hasn’t ever FaceTimed you before, so maybe it was a mistake?
After sticking the ear buds in your ears, you answered it.
The call connected, but all you saw was a half black screen, and ceiling.
“Hello?” You asked.
There were voices coming through but, they were unfamiliar to you. You listened a little more carefully.
“What time is it?”
“Oh umm, 9:30.”
“With the 3 hour difference… she’s probably at Bean Boys.”
“What the fuck is Bean Boys?”
It was Norman, for sure, but the other person?
“You’ve never been to Bean Boys?!” said another voice in shock. It sounded like Jeff.
“No–”
“Oh, dude. It’s a little coffee shop by our house. There’s coffee and snacks…. They have these amazing cake pops there!”
It’s Jeffery.
“Cake pops?”
You smirked and blushed a bit, turning up the volume on your headphones.
“Yes! They’re balls of cake, frosting, and sprinkles; (Y/N) gets them for me every time we go and ugh!”
Jeffrey groaned and you chuckled. You could just picture him slouching in his chair and rubbing his belly as he explained them to Norman. The phone moved and you could suddenly see Jeff, doing exactly that.
He was dressed in a jean jacket and grey shirt, sporting his favorite Ford hat. You smiled, missing him very much.
“Man, speaking of, I miss (Y/N),” he sighed, taking off his hat to fluff his hair.
“I know, you asshole, you’ve told me 7 million times today.”
“I have not,” Jeff replied, putting the hat back on and crossing his arms.
“Yes, you have. Every other sentence is: I miss (Y/N)… I miss (Y/N)’s cooking… I miss (Y/N)’s blah blah blah,” Norman mocked. Jeffrey made a face.
“We’re ready for you guys.”
Both of them looked up at a young and spunky girl who had bright blue hair. She smiled, a piercing sticking out of her top lip. It was beautiful on her, but you cringed, thinking about how badly that had to hurt. She also had a lanyard around her neck that had a graphic card on the front reading 'SDCC Volunteer’, and a cut t-shirt that had a graphic of some band on the front. She motioned for them to follow her.
Jeff and Norman stood and began walking as their conversation continued.
“I love her and miss her,” Jeffrey started going, “I miss her kisses and her hugs, and I miss her hair, ohhh man her hair; it always smells so nice.”
Norman groaned.
“She also has this amazing smile that just leaves an impression on your brain, I can’t ever forget it.”
Jeffrey then went on and on, telling Norman how much he loved and missed you. Your heart fluttered as you heard him blab over you. He made dramatic hand motions as he told memories and Norman, being the brother he said he’d be for Jeff, listened to every word. You rested your chin in the palm of your hand and smiled, your eyes almost welling with tears.
You missed your cake pop loving husband.
The two of them talked a little more, before someone interrupted.
“Uhh, Norman want me to hold your phone while we take the pictures?”
“Oh, yeah, just once sec,” he said. Suddenly, the screen brightened and Norman brought the camera to Jeffrey. His face flushed red and his eyes grew wide.
“Hey,” you said, waving and laughing. Norman chuckled. Jeffrey’s hand went up in a hang 10.
“Hey, baby,” he said, annoyed. Norman laughed and smiled.
“I had her on here the whole time, bro!”
“What do you mean the whole time?” Jeffrey asked, is face getting even redder. You laughed out loud and smiled.
“It all started with the cake pops!”
Norman chuckled and Jeffrey snatched the phone from him.
“Give me that, you piece of shit,” he said jokingly. Jeffrey’s smile grew wide when he saw your face, and you blushed as he spoke.
“You know all those things I said were true, right?”
You nodded. “Of course, my love.”
Jeffrey smiled and kissed the camera.
“I miss you!”
“I miss you too! I got a cake pop today,” you said, showing in your cakeless stick. He laughed and started to go on about how badly he wanted one, and that he refused to eat anyone else’s but Bean Boys.
A few minutes went by as the two of you talked, and you could see flashes of light going off behind him. A woman came by with a makeup brush and she started powdering his cheekbones. He sighed.
“Honey, I have to go, but I love you and we’ll talk as soon as I get back to the hotel. I’ll call you!”
“Sounds good, hun,” you agreed, smiling. You said one last goodbye to Norman, before blowing a kiss to Jeffrey.
After the call ended, you felt your heart flutter even more. You couldn’t wait to see him again!
Standing to leave, you grabbed your bag. The line now was completely gone, the lunch time rush being over. The small room was now quieter and the only noise around was the air conditioner and a small radio that played in the corner of the shop, as well as a few people talking. Even the woman and her husband had left. You looked back and before leaving, looking at the counter.
Taking a few steps forward and handing the cashier some money, you smiled and spoke.
“One cake pop, please.”
Written For: Weird Kink Challenge Kink: Virgin Warnings: smut and language nothing to major and is sweet AF Jeffrey a warning Jeffrey had been in a relationship with Y/n for six months and he had finally stopped being worried about the age difference. She was almost 20 years younger than him, it didn't bother her at all. He didn't care anymore either, he loved her and age didn't matter. Y/n had curled her y/h/c and put her makeup on not putting it on to thick keeping the natural look. She put on a pink strapless, thigh high dress and she finished her outfit with matching pink heels and a matching pink shawl. Jeffrey knocked on the door and she grabbed her pink purse and ran towards the door. Y/m opened the door, "hi Jeff" she said standing on her tip toes to kiss his cheek. "Hi doll, you going for the pretty in pink theme" he said, "not really, I love that movie though, I just like pink" she said. "Well you look gorgeous doll" he said, "thanks you look so hot in that suit" she said. He chuckled and put his arm around her resting it on her hip and leading her to the car. Jeffrey took her to Stingray Sushi, one of their favorite places to go considering she loved sushi. Jeffrey picked up a piece of a California roll with chop sticks and fed it to her. "Mmm, that one's still my favorite" she said, "I know doll, that's why I got it" Jeffrey said. Towards the end of the night Y/n got quiet, she was sitting at the table shivering, he took off his jacket. He got up and put his jacket over her shoulders and wrapped his arms around her. "You alright doll" he said, "yeah I just have something to tell you and I don't know how you'll react" she said. Jeffrey heard the fear in her voice, "you don't have to be afraid to tell me anything Y/n" he said. Hearing the soothing tone of his voice and the concern look in his eyes she took a deep breath and spit it out. "I'm a virgin" she said, he smiled and said "that's fine doll, I'm not going to put pressure on you, we'll wait till your ready" he said. "That's why I'm bringing it up" she said, "I am ready" she said, "are you sure, cause you should know I have a thing for virgins" he said. "I'm sure, we should get out of here" she said, "so to my place" he said, "yes let's go" she said. Jeffrey paid the bill and got the car and they went back to his place. They got to his place and went into his bedroom and took his jacket off throwing it on the chair by the door. He put his hands on her hips looking into her eyes seeing the nervousness in her eyes. "Usually I'm the kind of guy likes really rough sex, but I'm going to go really gentle and slow tonight" he said. Y/n unzipped her dress and dropped it around her ankles leaving her in her panties, she unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off. Y/n laid down on the bed and looked at Jeffrey while he took his pants off. Jeffrey climbed up on the bed and got in between her legs, "I'm going to have open you up I don't want to hurt you" he said and she nodded spreading her legs for him. "Jeff, is it gonna hurt" Y/n asked, "when we're done you'll be a little sore, but it won't last long" he said. U/n put her hands on his head pulling him down for a kiss, as they kissed he slipped a finger past her folds. He slowly slipped a finger into her entrance, she bit her bottom lip throwing her head back moaning. When he thought she was ready he sank a second finger and pumped them into her. When she started moaning and thrusting her hips up, he made a scissor motion with his fingers opening her pussy. When she was open enough he took his cock out of his boxers. He grabbed his pants and pulled his wallet out getting a condom, he opened the foil package and slipped it on his cock. "Y/n, you ready, doll" he said, she nodded her head breathing heavily. Jeffrey slowly slid his cock into his slowly his tip stretching her. He kept pushing in until he was fully inside her pussy, she moaned and fist the sheets. Jeffrey kept his eyes on her face for any sign of pain but there wasn't any, she looked in his eyes nodding. Jeffrey started thrusting slow at first feeling her walls clench and tremble around him. "Mmm Jeff yes" she moaned and he started thrusting a little faster. His hands explored her naked body, she instinctively thrust her hips up meeting his pace. "You okay doll" he growled, "perfect" she said he began thrusting faster she moaned louder. Jeffrey knew since it was her first time she wasn't going to last long, he put his hand between them and pressed a finger to her clit. Her orgasm ripped through her and she tightened her legs around him and her pussy clenched around his cock. Jeffrey shot his load into the condom and kissed her forehead. "You okay doll" he said, she nodded, "I need to hear words" he said, "I'm good" she said. "So how was your first time" he said, "better than I ever thought it could be" she said. Tags @deanwinchester-smut @purplejellybean @superbasementflower @spn-twd-smut @jenkarev @queencflair @notnaturalanahi @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid @plaidstiel-wormstache @jensen-jarpad @supernatural-jackles
