paring: negan smith x virgin!fem!reader
warnings: 18+ content, heavy smut, oral (F), rough sex, p in v, unprotected sex, fingering, daddy kink, praising, degrading, age gap!!, virgin reader, soft!dom! negan, breeding kink if you squint
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it was just another sleepless night and your thoughts were consumed by him like all the time. negan. the man who had saved you over a year ago when you had nothing but a empty water bottle and ripped clothes. he had found you walking aimlessly down a desolate road, exhausted and barley able to hold yourself upright. he took you in, gave you food, proper clothes, protection— and something else. something you couldn’t quite explain.
negan made you feel alive, even when he was infuriating you. maybe it was the way he carried himself, always so sure of who he was, always commanding the room with his cocky smirk and deep, gravelly voice. or maybe it was how he treated you, how he looked at you— in a way no one else ever had.
it was innocent, at first. he was kind to you, protective even— always made sure you were safe or didn’t have to work. you felt comfortable around him, he was like your go-to person, he always listened to your problems or simple complaining about one of his men. but as time went on, his teasing remarks turned sharper, his intense glances lingered longer and his presence became something you craved in ways you didn’t dare to admit to anyone else.
how often you had touched yourself while imagining him on top of you, taking your innocence and fucking your brains out. and the wives’ chatter only added to your desire for him. sometimes you overheard their conversations on how they swooned for his big cock, his rough fuck and how good he was in bed.
this made you want to fuck him even more.
and you knew he noticed. he had to.
you weren’t exactly subtle about the way you looked at him or the way your breath hitched and thighs rubbed together when he got too close.
but then there were the rules. his rules. one time, after a particularly heated exchange where you had been way too bold in your flirting, he’d shut you down. “listen kid,” he said, his voice low and firm, “i don’t mess around with shit like this. you’re young, hell, a fucking virgin even. this ain’t appropriate. you get that right?” all you could do it that moment was nodding, humiliated, but the way his jaw tightened and his eyes darkened as he said it, told you there was more to the story. you weren’t just imagining the tension between you.
you may have been a virgin, but you definitely knew the glances of a man who wanted you. and his eyes didn’t lie.
now, lying in your bed, you couldn’t stop yourself to get rid of your thoughts about him. these sleepless nights had become routine, and more often than not, you found yourself tiptoeing to his room for comfort. sometimes he’d let you stay, letting you curl up next to him like a little kitten. other times, he’d send you back with a gruff, clearly annoyed by your presence. “not tonight, doll. told you too many times that this shit can’t happen anymore.”
but tonight you couldn’t listen to his rules or follow his command to never enter his room again without permission. you wanted him. and you decided to make this finally clear to him. you didn’t want to continue like this, putting all your effort into getting him wrapped around your finger, only to be struck straight in the face again and again.
you got out of your bed, putting on your black fluffy slippers negan had surprised you with a few months ago and a oversized shirt—the one you had secretly taken from his laundry. gently, you opened your door, pleased to see no one walking down the halls. the cold floor sent shivers up your spine as you tiptoed down the hall, your bare legs exposed to the chilly air.
as you approached the door you held your breath, contemplating if it was really a good idea or not. but that’s when you heard it—
loud moans and screams of pleasure echoed down the corridor, unmistakably. your heart sank as you realized exactly what it meant.
he had been with one of his wives again.
anger and sadness mixed in your chest, a heavy, bitter cocktail of emotions. you hated his wives— all of them. more than anything. the way they threw themselves at him, the way they touched him and they way you knew that he wanted them. you wanted him to belong to you and only you, but you knew that this wasn’t how things worked in his world. you shook your head, biting your lip to keep from crying and pushed open his door. still, the thought of being alone was unbearable.
his room was dimly lit by the moonlight which shone through the curtains, the faint scent of leather and wood filling your senses.
without hesitation, you climbed onto his bed, burying yourself in the sheets. his scent was everywhere and it was enough to calm you, if only a little. you tried to sleep, but sleep wasn’t your friend that night. you laid there for what felt like hours, overthinking, your mind replaying ever moment you’d spent with him.
the flirty comments, the way he sometimes looked at you with an intensity that made your knees weak. and yet, here you were, alone, while he gave himself to women who didn’t care about him the way you did.
the sound of the door opening snapped you out of your thoughts. you sat up as you watched negan stepping into the room, his hair messy, his shirt unbuttoned, and a smug grin plastered on his face. he looked utterly satisfied, and it made your blood boil. but when you shifted in bed, his eyes snapped to you. the smirk vanished, replaced by a look of anger and irritation.
“the hell are you doing here?” he demanded, his voice was low but sharp, surprising you a little. “i couldn’t sleep.” you murmured, voice slightly trembling.
negans jaw tightened. “couldn’t sleep? so you thought sneaking to my room and plantin’ your cute little ass on my bed was a good idea?” he stepped closer to the bed, towering over you. “you breakin’ my rules now? is that it?” you stood up, the frustration and sadness bubbling over.
“i don’t care about your stupid rules, negan! i can’t take this anymore!” his eyes narrowed, and he crossed his arms, leaning slightly forward. “watch your tone, little girl. you forgot who the fuck you’re talking to?”
“i don’t care!” you fired back, tears threatening to spill. “do you have any idea how hard this is for me? watching you with them, knowing i’m nothing to you? negan, i need you.”
his expression shifted, the cocky smirk creeping back onto his face. “ahh, so that’s what this is about,” he drawled, his voice dripping with amusement. “you’re jealous of my wives. you want daddy all to yourself, huh?”
“stop that.” you hissed, even as your cheeks flushed. “oh don’t act all innocent now,” he said, stepping closer until you could feel the heat radiating off him. “you’re sitting in my bed, wearin’ my shirt, and cryin’ over me like some lovesick puppy. you knew exactly what you were doing, sweetheart.” your eyes flickered down to the floor, fist clenched but you refused to back down.
“maybe i did. maybe i’m sick of pretending like i don’t feel this way about you. and maybe im sick of you acting like you don’t feel it too.” negans smirk faltered for a moment, replaced by something darker, more dangerous. he reached out, gripping your throat and forcing your face up to meet his gaze. tingles shot straight through your veins, his warm hand fitting so perfectly around your throat, as if it was made for you.
“you don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about,” he snarled, his voice low and gravelly.
“yes, i do,” you whispered, your voice shaky. “i see the way you look at me. i feel it every time you touch me, every time you send me away like you’re afraid of what will happen if i stay.” your body had been shaking from all this intensity of the fight, of what would happen next.
for a moment, there was silence, the air between you crackling with tension. but then, suddenly, negan’s lips were on yours. the kiss was rough, demanding and everything you had ever dreamed of. his hands gripped your hips, pulling you flush against him as he deepened the kiss. you couldn’t help yourself but moan against his lips, the feeling of having him after all this time made your core ache for more.
when he finally pulled back, his breath was heavy, his dark eyes locked on yours. “you wanna know the truth?” he said with a low and dangerous tone. “yeah, i’ve wanted you. i’ve wanted you since the day i found you. but you’re playing with fire, baby. you don’t know what you’re askin’ for.”
“i do,” you said, your voice steady. “i want you, negan. all of you.” he let out a low growl, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
“careful what you wish for, sweetheart.” he muttered, tracing a finger along your collarbone.
with a dark chuckle his lips found yours again, a messy, needy kiss. he slowly walked you backwards until your knees hit the edge of the bed, ready to throw you in. but you had other plans.
in a flash you had pulled away from him and switched sides. now it was his back who faced the bed. “what are you up to?” negan chuckled darkly, leaning in again but you put a hand to his chest and before he could’ve reacted, you had already pushed him on the bed.
instantaneously, you jumped into his lap and threw your hands around his neck. “i see, little missy here thinks she’s in control, huh?”
“all the time.” you replied defiantly, knowing damn well that this was a great lie and that you could never overpower negan. “if she says so.” he grinned dangerously before he pulled you in by your waist, kissing you fervently with need. you wove your fingers through his hair, tugging slightly when he began to kiss down your neck.
“fuck,” you whined and you felt him playing with the hem of your shirt before nipping at your pulse point.
“been waiting too damn long to take you apart, doll.” he muttered against your skin. sucking a hickey onto your collarbone, he licked the spot with his tongue to soothe the light pain. “your little body had been silently screaming at me to fuck you stupid.”
a thrill ran down your spine at his words, your clit throbbing in anticipation. this man was driving you insane. a soft gasp escaped your mouth as you felt his now erected cock press up against your cunt. “feel what you do to me?” he smirked up at you while letting his hands slip under your shirt. calloused fingers brushed against your hips, toying with the waistband of your panties. while keeping intense eye contact, his hands moved further up until you could sense the tip of his fingers just at the swell of your breasts. “fucking perfect tits.” he growled as he groped at both your breasts, feeling his dick twitch beneath you. a stifled whimper rang through his ears and he just grabbed harder, starting to rub your hardening nipples with the pad of his thumbs.
now, with you half naked on top of him, examining your every reaction, negans hunger grew into something beastly. hell, fucking demonic even. he wanted nothing more than to flip you over, rip off the clothes that still shielded your pretty body from him and fuck you into oblivion with no other choice but to beg him to slow down, beg him to stop. not only he was driving you insane but you affected him just as much. even if he had just fucked with amber, who was long forgotten at this point, the need to feel your tight, virgin walls wrapped around him was killing him.
but he knew better. he knew that he had to hold back, if even just a little. he didn’t want your first time to hurt or be unenjoyable. he wasn’t that type of men.
by now, you had started to move your hips against him, trying to ease that awful ache in your abdomen. every nerve in your body was screaming for release. negan’s hands wandered down to your ass, giving the soft flesh a hard squeeze before he set them on your waist, guiding your motions. “just like that, baby.” he groaned right into your ear, feeling your wetness through his pants. he knew that you must have been dripping and hell was it turning him on.
negan continued to shower your neck with kisses, suckling a trail of dark spots on your skin, marking you up as his. more and more tingles shot through your core and you began to speed up, your eyes tightly shut. negan sensed that you were getting close to your high, your frantic moans and body language made it obvious. and that’s when he gripped your waist tighter, forcing you to stop your movements.
he pulled away from your neck and you shot him a confused look. why would he deny your highly craved release? “can’t wait another damn second to taste you,” he growled as he looked back at you with lust clouded eyes. “don’t give me those eyes, you’ll get what you want, doll.” he smirked devilishly as he gripped you tightly and got up with you before throwing you back on the bed. you propped yourself up on your elbows as you watched him remove his shirt. your breath hitched as you let your eyes glide down his trained body, his v-line catching your attention and not to forget to mention the huge bulge in his pants. even from this position you could tell that he must have been pulsing with need.
in a flash he was on top of you, caging you under his body. “are you really sure?” he lowly asked as his hands gripped the hem of your shirt—he still wanted your consent. but you couldn’t even think straight anymore. all you could think of was negan, the ache in your core and how much you wanted him to finally fuck you. without a second thought you nodded your head rapidly, not wanting to waste any more time. “words, doll.”
“yes negan. please continue, i need you.” you shamelessly replied as you rubbed your thighs together. a deep chuckle rang through the room as he finally tore off your shirt, his eyes immediately fixated on your perky tits. “gonna be fucking hard for me.” negan mumbled more likely to himself, only the sight of you made him almost cum in his pants. he dipped down, taking a nipple into his mouth. a groan fell from his lips as he felt your hard nipple collide with his tongue. he didn’t waist any time before he began to suck and swirl his tongue around your bud.
a breathless cry escaped your throat, he was making you feel so good. his left hand reached up and twisted and pulled on your other nipple. but this wasn’t enough for you. you needed him at your pussy, needed him to make you feel good down there. “more, please.” you whined out, your fingers gripping the roots of his hair to pull his head up. he stopped and looked up at you, that ever present smirk back on his lips. “you’re fucking impatient, sweetheart.”
nevertheless, he started to trail a path of kisses down your body, his hands gliding up and down your sides. negan pressed a last kiss just above your panties before his dark eyes found yours and he settled right between your thighs. he pushed them wide open, allowing him to have more space as he continued his teasing abuse with kissing your soft inner flesh. he could already smell your arousal, the sweet scent of your pussy getting him even harder than he was already. “negan! please, i can’t take it anymore!” you pathetically whined out, bucking your hips to sign him that you needed him dearly.
without answering, his hand slid down to your covered cunt, slowly trailing his thumb down to rest on your swollen clit. as he pressed down, your hips jolted and you let out a sharp yelp. again he pressed down but this time he began to rub slow, gentle circles. you released a sigh as you slowly felt the throbbing ache vanish and being replaced with a tingly sensation you felt all over your whole body. “you like that, doll?” he asked, his hot breath fanning against your thighs as he trailed one of his fingers further down to press against the visible wet spot. “you want me to take those off?”
you had barely registered what he said, but still you nodded. you were in a haze, the feelings taking over your whole body. you could say that you were drunk, dizzy even from the little pleasure he gave to you. his digits tucked underneath the waistband of your panties and pulled them down in one swift motion before tossing them away.
you watched his reaction closely to your exposed pussy, now on display for him to see. his eyes seemed to darken even more and his jaw clenched so hard that you wondered how his teeth didn’t shatter. he took in the sight in front of him. your clit so swollen and pink and begging for attention. your wetness leaked out of your tight hole, coating a little bit of your thighs— leaving a sticky mess. and that’s when he couldn’t wait any longer. “fucking prettiest pussy i’ve seen in my damn life.” without you even fully realizing it, he lowered his head and let his tongue glide a line from your slick hole up to your clit.
a high pitched moan rattled against the walls when your face contorted, fists clenched the sheets as negan’s warm muscle moved in circles around your throbbing nub. within the next second, he had his lips wrapped tightly around your clit, sucking on it feverishly. your vision became blurry, you felt like you were in heaven. “she’s so sweet.” he mumbled against your cunt as his tongue lowered, slurping up your mess.
then, he grabbed ahold of the back of your thighs and pushed them slightly towards your chest, pinning you further down into the mattress. he began to ravish your cunt, his tongue was assaulting your sticky hole, the tip of his nose was pressed against your clit— stimulating it just perfectly. he expertly flicked your nub with his tongue before lifting his head up to spit onto your pussy. eagerly, he dived in again, sucking on your soft lips, eating at your hole like a starved man.
you were spasming beneath him, your thighs shaking from the intense pleasure and slowly you felt your orgasm build up, a warmth starting to spread in your abdomen. your fingers found their way to his hair, gently curling through it before you pulled harshly. negan let out a groan, the vibrations sending shock waves over your whole body. “fuck, negan! i’m close.”
that made him speed up his pace. the tip of his wet muscle flicked faster and more aggressively against your clit and you could feel the tip of two of his fingers teasing at your entrance. “gonna have to prepare you first, baby.” he quickly said as he sent you a smug grin before focusing back to giving your pussy all of his attention. you glanced down at him with half opened eyes, your mouth wide agape as a string of pornographic moans lingered in the air.
negan moved his fingers up and down your entrance, collecting your slick. then, he slowly slid a digit inside of you, your wetness making it easy for him. he couldn’t help himself but moan out, your pussy was gripping his finger so tightly, he could only imagine how good it would feel to have his cock deep inside of you. the thought of it made his dick twitch in anticipation, at this point he knew that he couldn’t hold back for too long.
your back arched at the new sensation. sure, you had touched yourself before but having his thick digit spreading you open was a whole different level compared to what you were used to. negan pumped his finger slowly in and out of you, letting you adjust. but the stimulation on your clit let you easily forget about the slight pain from the stretch and you longed for more. “another one, please.” you whined out, tugging firmer on his salt-pepper hair.
your sweet plea made negan melt, he wanted to hear you beg for him everyday. he wanted to hear your needy moans all the time. it was like music to his ears. immediately, he slipped a second digit into your warm hole, scissoring his fingers against your walls. “feels s’good.” you whimpered as you could feel the coil in your stomach tightening more and more. grinning against your cunt, he angled his digits upwards, pressing them directly to that special, spongy spot.
a sharp scream tore from your throat at the sudden intense sensation. sparks shot through your lower half and your eyes rolled to the back of your skull. negan took that as a sign and began to pound his fingers in a fast and harsh pace, always brushing against that spot. strangled cries left your lips as your whole body felt like it was on fire. with him stimulating your sweet spot now as well, you could feel your orgasm just seconds away— the pleasure you received was indescribable. he knew exactly how to bring you to your high, how to make you see stars.
“fuck, i’m cumming.” you managed to splutter out, hips bucking uncontrollably and your back arched off the bed. negan just sped up his motions, now wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking harshly. he hummed in reply and that was all that was needed to send you over the edge. your body convulsed as your orgasm hit you, vision turning blurry and body shaking. “negan!” you screamed out, completely at his mercy.
he continued his assault but slowed down a bit, knowing just the right way to bring you down from your climax, while keeping you buzzing for more. you tried to close your thighs, slight flashes of pain rushing through your body. he knew damn well that he was torturing you by overstimulating your sensitive bundle of nerves. “s’too m-much.”
negans dark chuckle rang through your ears as he released your clit and glanced up at you with darkened eyes, his beard glistening with your slick. “still want more?” he asked, his tone laced with sarcasm as he pulled both his fingers out, revealing a slick shimmer that coated them.
you watched him through half lidded eyes, your breath hitching as he licked the sweet nectar off his fingers, moaning out at your taste. god, you needed this man to finally fuck you, he really was torturing you by keeping you on wait this long. “yes, negan. please fuck me, i can’t take it anymore.” you begged him, giving him the best puppy eyes you’ve got.
“damn, such a little slut. you want daddy to pop your cherry?” he smirked, getting up from the bed as he began to unbuckle his belt and zip his pants open. you desperately nodded, that familiar ache creeping back into your core. “say it.”
“yes, daddy, please. make me yours.” you sounded pathetic, you should have been embarrassed but you couldn’t think straight in that moment.
as soon as those words left your mouth, negan knew that he wouldn’t be able to hold back. even if he wanted to, it was impossible. he was already obsessed with you, your body, your sweet, desperate moans. and considering the fact that he would’ve been your first got him fucking going.
in a matter of seconds he had his pants removed, quickly followed by his boxers. and when you let your eyes drop down to his lower half, you thought they were going to pop out. he was rock-hard and fuck was he huge. he almost looked intimidating to you.
how would that ever fit, you thought. his cock was at least 8 inches long and the girth? you didn’t even want to know. the tip was angry red, covered with small beads of pre-cum and hell was it throbbing with need. “negan…” you stammered, propping yourself up on your elbows. “don’t worry, baby. i promise to make it feel good. by the time we’re finished you’ll still want more.” he pointed out as he crawled back on the bed, laying down next to you.
“c’mere, doll.” he rasped as his hands reached for your waist, pulling you up to straddle his torso. next, grabbed your neck and pulled your upper body down, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. without breaking away from your lips, negan lifted your hips up until he could feel you hover right above his tip. “you ready for me to break you, baby?”
“fuck, yes daddy. please.” you whined, straightening up again while you pressed your hands flat against his chest for support.
he chuckled lowly as he guided your movements and pushed you down a little bit, just so his tip nudged lightly against your entrance. he watched you closely as he lowered you further, pushing in just the tip before stopping again. “you want me to continue?” he asked to make sure you weren’t in pain. as you nodded he pushed further, feeling a slight resistance before breaking through it with force. it took everything in him to not slam his hips up and have him completely buried inside of you.
your eyebrows furrowed at the sudden, stinging pain cursing through your body. “keep, going. please.” you nevertheless urged him, trying to get used to him, but the need to have him fully inside of you was unbearable. negan watched you closely, how your chest heaved heavily, how your hole was swallowing him up. and that’s when he knew that his patience completely vanished. he needed to fuck that pussy now.
gripping your waist tighter, negan suddenly pushed you down until you were flush against his hips. you thought that your heart had stopped beating for a second as a guttural yell fell from your lips. negan groaned out at the feeling of your warm, tight walls wrapped around him so perfectly. he had never in his life felt something this good. your eyes were shut tightly as you tried to relax your body and give in to having him stretch you open this painfully. “fuck, doll. you’re so fucking tight.” he said and you could feel him twitch inside of you.
everything came crashing down on you, how his cock kissed your cervix, how your walls fluttered around him helplessly and how fucking huge he was. “you good, baby?” negan asked you as he studied your pain covered face. he decided to press his thumb against your clit, rubbing slow, delicate circles on it to soothe the pain.
“yes, j-just give me a second.” you replied with a shaky voice, his motions making your core tingle again. when you felt like you were ready to take him, you glanced down at him, hesitantly moving hips lightly back and forth. “please…” you whispered, waiting for him to help you guide you.
he smirked at you as he lifted you up a little bit before bringing you down again. a hiss came through your gritted teeth, the burning sensation still present, yet way less than before. “come on, baby, bounce on daddy’s cock.”
gently, you heaved your hips, pulling out until you could only feel his tip inside of you and crashing down once more. “don’t be shy, go faster.” he stated as he watched your cheeks redden.
encouraged by his words you began to roll your hips more confidently, more quicker. a chaos of feelings was bubbling inside of you and the pain was now long forgotten. he was pressing against one particular spot, one you didn’t even know existed and when you rolled your hips, it was stimulated in the most heavenly way. waves of unexpected pleasure ran through your veins, feeling it in every part of your body. hell, you were fucking addicted already.
you started to move your hips faster, now rougher as your mouth fell open. fucking indescribable.
“oh fuuck, doll. look at, you. you’re taking me like a fucking good girl.” negan moaned out, as he watched himself disappear inside you over and over again. he returned back to rubbing your clit while his other hand grabbed your tit, squeezing your flesh.
“daddy! feels so good!” you whined out, as you threw your head back in bliss, bringing your hips harsher down on his cock.
“you gonna cum on my cock?” he grinned knowingly, feeling your walls tightening more and more. “yes, negan please!”
that was all he needed to hear before he gripped your upper body and flipped the both of you over, switching positions. “my turn, doll.” he pointed out with a wink, pressing hot, open mouthed kisses to your lips before getting on his knees and pushing your legs over his shoulders. without a warning he re-entered you, pushing his cock balls deep.
he started off immediately with a rough, bruising pace, determined to make you orgasm. one hand found its way around your throat while the other one continued to stimulate your hardened nub. he was fucking into you in an unforgiving way as wet noises and skin slapping together filled the room.
“harder, daddy! i’m almost there!” you cried out as you held onto his arm for dear life. he grinned down at you proudly, clashing his hips against you even quicker and deeper. your whole body shuttered as he worked on your clit more intensely. “cum on daddy’s cock.” were the last words you heard before your whole vision turned black, stars twinkled behind your closed eyes as you came undone for him.
your pussy fluttered around him, gripping him tighter and tighter. “fuck doll, gonna let me fill up that pretty cunt?” negan growled as he felt his own high approaching. “fuck, yes, please!” you squealed out, the after waves of your orgasm still hitting you.
negan bucked his hips into you like a fucking animal, the speed and roughness being inhuman. his jaw was clenched as he grabbed ahold of your waist with one hand and suddenly he stopped. he pushed so deep that his tip nudged your cervix as his dick pumped you full of his cum, painting your walls like his own masterpiece.
he collapsed on top of you, breathing in your sweet scent as he let his orgasm crash right through him. “fucking hell, doll. fuuuck.” he lowly groaned against your skin. his lips found yours again as he kissed you with great passion, his hips moving lightly again— shoving his seed deep inside of you.
“you’re my fucking favorite, you know that?” he mumbled against your lips with a huge grin plastered on his face.
