Love me better (Negan x reader)
When Negan sees how bad your cheating, lying, boyfriend treats you he makes you an offer you can't refuse.
Gif not mine credit to the maker.
Requested by @moxley-master
*warnings* graphic descriptions of sex, cheating, breakups, oral sex, fingering, come licking, unprotected sex, some edging, hint of touch starvation.
You've known your boyfriend was cheating on you for awhile.
At first he was just a little distant, then he seemed disinterested in you, he never talked to you anymore, he barely touched you. Eventually he barely even bothered to hide it.
You knew you should break up with him, you knew this wasn't healthy, but he was all you had, and it wasn't like there was any other offers on the table.
Negan was staring at you again, you could feel his dark gaze on you from across the cafeteria, he wasn't just undressing you with his eyes, more like he was staring directly into your soul, while also undressing you. He did that a lot. Your boyfriend hated it. Of course he never confronted Negan, he didn't have a death wish.
“He's doing it again.” your boyfriend complained, “what is six goddamn wives not enough for him, now he's got to check out my girl too? Perverted asshole.” he muttered under his breath. You just shrugged. Secretly you kind of liked the attention from Negan, it wasn't like your actual lover ever looked at you with that kind of appreciation and desire.
“Why doesn't that bother you more, Y/N?” he asked.
“He's just looking, there's not any harm in that.” you don't even bother looking up from your food.
“Oh my God, you don't actually like it do you?” he asked, you can tell he's pissed now. You don't justify him with an answer.
“Holy shit you do.” he angrily shoves his plate aside standing from the table “Come find me when you're done being an attention whore.” he stomps off.
You finish your meal alone in silence, deciding to go for a walk around the Sanctuary rather then go back to the room you shared with him. The factory is large and easy to get lost in, you find yourself in an unfamiliar hallway, not knowing if you've wandered somewhere you aren't supposed to be you turn around, and slam unexpectedly into a body. You're overwhelmed by the scent of leather and whiskey and something purely masculine, and you don't need to look up to know exactly who it is you've crashed into.
He steadys you on your feet with a leather gloved hand on your elbow.
When you look up he doesn't look mad, in fact he's grinning. His leather jacket is open over his usual white t-shirt, Lucille propped casually on his shoulder in his non dominant hand.
“Careful there sweetheart.” he says, his fingers lingering on your arm.
“I'm sorry.” you apologize “I was just going for a walk and got turned around.” you explained.
“S'ok. You aren't in any trouble. Just take a right at the bottom of the stairs and you'll be back on track.” he instructs you.
“Thanks.” you return his smile and turn to walk away,but Negan grabs your arm turning you to face him again.
“Actually while I have you here, there's something I've been meaning to talk to you about.”
“Okay…” you say reluctantly. You're not actually scared of Negan, he's never been anything but nice to you, and you've done nothing to piss him off, plus you know his policy on consent so there's really no reason to be, but something about this makes you nervous.
“I see the way that little shit you call a boyfriend treats you, how he ignores you, yells at you, sneaks around on you with other women. And I thought you should know that you deserve better.” you feel so stupid, it's so blatantly obvious that you're a pushover even Negan himself notices it.
“Is it that obvious?” you ask, lowering your gaze in shame.
“No, probably not to people who don't have a thing for you. Which is actually my second point. Whenever you're ready to call that prick quits, and be treated how you deserve to be, if you're agreeable to it, I think you're hot as hell, smart as shit, and I admire the fuck out of your attitude, and I would be honored to call you mine.” you're a little stunned by his words, you almost wonder if he's joking. Is this some post apocalyptic version of Punked? You see in his eyes he's dead serious.
“That's really very nice of you, and I'm flattered, but I don't think I could do that to my boyfriend.”
“You're loyal, and I respect that, but sweetheart he doesn't deserve you, why don't we have dinner together tonight? Just the two of us, and let me show you how good I would treat you. If you still want to go back to him, you're free to do that, and there's no pressure to do anything in bed unless you want to.” you feel ashamed of yourself for even considering his proposal. You had a boyfriend, you shouldn't be considering having dinner with another man who, while he wouldn't force it, clearly wanted sex from you among other things.
You don't get the chance to answer before you hear the sound of a woman giggling and a very familiar male voice speaking quietly. Then a closet door opens at the end of the hallway and out comes a pretty girl with disheveled hair, followed by none other than your boyfriend. It's clear what they were doing, all the warning signs were there, he was a cheater and there no denying it or ignoring it now. It had popped right out of a closet right in front of you. You feel so stupid and humiliated. Tears well up in your eyes.
Negan looks at you with sympathy in his eyes, his hand reaches out to comfort you, but you jerk away from his touch.
Your boyfriend sees you at the same time.
“Y/N, babe it's not what it looks like!” he stammers to find an explanation, you don't give him the chance. You turn and take off running down the hallway, the last thing you hear is Negan saying “Leave her alone, you've fucked up enough for one day.” and the distinct sound of a hard punch landing.
When you reach your room you kind of wish you would have stayed to see the damage Negan had done to the asshole's face.
You lay in your bed for a while, staring at the ceiling, contemplating how stupid you'd been to ignore all the red flags for all this time, he doesn't come back to your room. You finally get up and begin to gather all of his things, putting them in a duffle bag. You seriously think about taking them out to the factory yard and burning them, but decide that he isn't worth the risk of burning down the entire Sanctuary. You leave them by the door instead. He's just going to have to find somewhere else to sleep. You don't care where.
You're tired of crying over him, so you go to the one place you know you'll be wanted.
You knock on Negan's door, he opens it with one hand full of papers, his leather jacket is still on, but Lucille is missing from her usual place, his boots are off and his leather glove is missing too. You notice his knuckles are bruised.
“I was hoping you would come.” he says, stepping aside and inviting you into the lavish room.
“Well you were right.” you say with a bitter laugh.
“Don't be so hard on yourself, honey.” he says.
“Why not? I'm an idiot. I've known for months he was an asshole but he was all I had.” your voice breaks and you fight the urge to cry again.
“The only idiot I see here is that prick, but fuck him because now you get to move on to something better.” this time you let Negan wrap his arms around you.
“Did you come here to take me up on my offer?” he asks.
“I don't know.” you say honestly “I just didn't want to be alone to tell you the truth.” you hold him back, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face in his chest.
“That dickless little shit really didn't deserve you, I wasn't just saying that to get in your pants.” he reassures you.
You manage to laugh “Thanks then.”
“And if you do decide to take me up on my offer, I promise you I will never make you cry like that piece of shit did today.” he presses his lips against your forehead softly.
What the hell are you holding off for? You wonder to yourself.
Negan is hot as hell, he's attracted to you, he's nice to you, why not give him a chance? If nothing else this could be one hell of a rebound hookup.
You tilt your head back and kiss him, he doesn't hesitate to reciprocate, his arms tightening around you and his hand knotting in your hair. His hands don't wander much, but his tongue finds its way into your mouth, electing a soft moan from you as he explores.
It's been a long time since someone kissed you like that.
Negan eventually breaks the kiss, pushing you back slightly but his hands never leave your body.
“Is that a yes?” his hand strokes your face.
“Damn you're beautiful.” he whispered, keeping you at arm's length undressing you with his eyes again. “That idiot ex of yours had no idea how lucky he was.” he pulled you closer to him, his lips pressing against your neck, you lean into his touch, enjoying the intimacy and pleasure you'd been so deprived of.
“You like that?” he whispered against your skin, your head falling back to give him better access. “You want more?”
“How far do you want to go?”
“I just want to feel good again.” you whimper.
“You will baby, I'm going to make you feel so fucking good. You won't even remember his name when I'm done. Hell you might not even remember your own.” his lips brush against your ear.
“Did that prick ever touch you just for your pleasure?” he asked, sliding his fingers down to the top button of your shirt, and undoing it.
“Take his time with you?” he popped another button.
“Go down on you?” another button.
“No.” you whimper. Another button.
“It was all about him huh?” another button.
“All that is about to change babygirl, I've been accused of a lot of things but being a selfish lover is not among them.” the last button came undone and you feel his hands slide into your open shirt, gently pushing it off your shoulders. You instinctively reach for the hook of your bra to undo it as your shirt falls to the floor but Negan's hand stops your's.
“Nope, they'll be plenty of time for rough and dirty quickies later, I want to take my time with you tonight, really fuckin’ indulge,” he pulls away, walking around behind you, his hands never leaving your body, he brushes your hair over one shoulder and traces his finger down the back of your neck. You moan a little at the soft touch.
“Goddamn! You're so responsive, this is gonna be fun.” his lips brush against the sensitive skin of the back of your neck, while his hands rub your shoulders, all the tension slowly leaving your body under his touch.
Negan's hands go down to the hook of your bra, undoing it and pushing the straps off your shoulders letting the fabric slide off your breasts. He hooks a finger in your belt loop and drags you over to his bed, making you sit down on the edge, and dropping to his knees in front of you so he's at eye level with your breasts.
He takes your nipple between his lips, his tongue teasingly lapping the sensitive bud until it hardens in his mouth, and then switching to the other nipple while his fingers rub and pinch the first.
Your hands tangle in Negan's hair and moan his name in a low breathy voice that hardly even sounds like it belongs to you.
You can feel the wetness pooling between your legs, and squirm with desire, as much as you love the feeling of his tongue against your nipples, you can help but want his mouth somewhere else.
As if he reads your mind he flicks the button of your jeans open.
“Lay back babygirl.” he instructed you, you fall back against the bed, and raise your hips to help him remove your jeans, leaving your panties on and settling between your legs again.
“So wet already, and we've barely gotten started.” his fingers trace over the trial of wetness showing through your panties, making you moan and jerk your hips against his fingers.
He moves your panties aside and slips his fingers into your folds, tracing your clit before letting his fingers slide lower and pressing one into your entrance. You whimper and press your hips against his hand, his fingers easily find your sweet spot while the heel of his hand rubs against your clit in perfect rhythm.
You can feel your walls clench around him, desperate for more stimulation, to be filled more, to feel more of him.
“Fuck you're tight.” he groans.
He slowly pulls his fingers from between your legs, bringing them to his lips and sucking them clean. Damn there was something so erotic about watching him suck your juices from his fingers, just another thing to add to the growing list of things your ex never did for you.
“Do you want me to go down on you?” he asked as he rolled your panties down your legs.
He swings one of your legs over his shoulder, pressing his lips to your inner thigh, planting soft wet kisses on the sensitive skin, his scruff scratching against you in the most delicious way.
“When was the last time someone touched you like this?” he whispered, you feel his warm breath against your folds, it makes you shiver with anticipation.
He switches to the other thigh “Did he ever do this for you?”
“Only when he wanted a blowjob, and he never made me come like this.” you answered honestly.
“What kind of a sad excuse for a man doesn't return that favor?” before you can even think of a comeback to that you feel Negan's tongue stroke your clit, starting with soft slow laps and increasing to long broad licks. It feels amazing, you didn't remember the last time you'd felt pleasure like this.
His tongue teases your entrance and your hips buck against his mouth on their own accord. You feel him smirk against you and his tongue slides inside you, alternating between thrusting in and out of your entrance and lapping and teasing your clit.
And to think you were legitimately going to refuse Negan's offer in favor of going back to that shit head who not only didn't give you pleasure but also made you feel like shit about yourself. With Negan it's so different, it feels good, he knows how to touch you, he knows how to pleasure you, and he makes you feel wanted and sexy.
You withared and squirmed under his tongue, your hands twisting in his hair, your legs wrapping around his neck and head, desperately wanting him even closer somehow.
You feel a tight coil of pleasure build in your core, and Negan must know you're getting close because he slides two fingers into your entrance and begins rubbing that perfect spot deep inside you, while he sucks and licks your swollen clit. You come harder than you have in a long time, moaning his name, your body throbbing with pleasure around his fingers. He fucks you through your orgasm until you stop clenching around the fingers he still has inside you, and then eagerly laps up all the wetness leftover from your orgasm until you're sure you're either going to come again or combust from overstimulation.
“Do you want me to suck you off now?” you ask. You genuinely don't mind giving blowjobs, and with Negan the idea actually excited you.
“Nah, tonights about you. I'll definitely take you up on that offer next time.” he slides your legs off his shoulders, wiping your juices from his beard.
“Next time? Getting a little ahead of ourselves don't you think?” you tease.
“Babygirl, I heard the way you moaned my name just now, felt that tight little pussy throbbing for me. You fucking loved every goddamn second of that. You're telling me next time I ask to bury my face between your legs you're gonna say no?” he had a point, a very good point that ended in a very good orgasm for you.
He stands up, you forgot he was still fully clothed this entire time until he takes off his leather jacket, and then his shirt, and reaches for his belt, once he's stripped all the way down you see he's already rock hard. You're not surprised to see that he isn't joking about the size of his dick, it's bigger than what you're used to for sure.
He spreads out on the bed, pulling you to join him, and making you straddle him.
You realize he wants you to ride him, you're not used to being the one in control.
“C'mon baby, show me how you like to be fucked.” he encourages you, but you're still unsure.
“I just… I don't know…” you try to explain.
“Just slide yourself down on me and do whatever the fuck feels good. Trust me, I'm fine with it all.” you nod after a moment and grip his hilt, lining him up with your entrance and sliding down.
You moan loudly, he fills you incredibly well, his tip rubbing against that perfect spot inside you with every movement of your hips. You quickly fall into a rhythm, thrusting your hips against his.
“Damn you are fucking gorgeous.” he groans, one hand grips your hip, helping you thrust, his other hand grabs a handful of your breast, kneading it and teasing your nipple with his thumb.
“Oh Negan! That feels so good.” his response is to rise his other hand to your breast and begin keneding and teasing it to.
Your hips move against his until you feel your second orgasm building, getting closer with every move of your hips.
“Are you close?” Negan asks.
“Good girl, let me feel you come.” the coil snaps after you grind yourself down just right and his fingers brush your nipples at the same moment. You come with a loud moan of his name, your body spasming in pleasure to the point you can't even keep grinding on him, your toes curl, you lose your breath, it's the most incredible orgasm you've ever had.
Negan let's you finish coming before he flips you so you're under him now, somehow he's still inside you the whole time, you're still limp with pleasure when he picks up your leg, securing it to his hip and starts thrusting into you, your hands involuntarily grab his shoulders so you feel his body tense when he's close.
“Can I come inside you?” he says between thrusts.
“Yes, I want to feel it.” you admit.
It only takes him one more thrust after that for you to feel him spilling hot ropes of his pleasure inside you. You let your body clench and throb around him, milking his orgasm for all its worth.
Once he's done his head falls into the space between your neck and shoulder, his softening cock slowly sliding out of your body with your mixed juices.
“Holy shit.” he groans” I've said it once, I'll say it again. That fucker had no idea what he was missing out on, but damn am a lucky man thanks to his stupidity.”
