Negan isn't the type of man to focus on a girl, to go down on her, he just wants to get laid and get it done and over with
But Jesus H. Christ if your cunt isn't the sweetest thing he's ever tasted in his whole entire damn life. He swears it's the best damn thing he's ever felt and tasted
He isn't sure if the way you writhed, squirmed under his rough hands, the way you buck your hips into his mouth, pull and push at his head, the way you tighten around his large digits, make those pretty little whimpers n whines made it better or not
I mean you're already in your nth orgasm just cause his tongue and fingers, as he has his hand on your abdomen holding you down as his other hand is moving three fingers in and out you can't help but drool and weakly and hopelessly push his head away from overstimulation despite wanting more n more
âGod, just gotta taste so sweet, don't ya?â His voice muffled as he shoves his face farther in your cunt, the vibrations of his rough voice making you more sensitive
âMhmg-..oh my god, Negan, pleaseââ you let out in a squeaky tiny whiney voice as he continues to lap at your folds
âFuck, baby, wanting more, huh? Shsh, you'll get it, just be patient.. yeah, you can take more? Hm. Good girlâ He mutters in your sweet slick cunt
summary: you made Negan a promise and now it's time to deliver... if you can get some time alone with him
word count: 9.5k
tags: ! NSFW ! dad's best friend trope, pre-apocalypse, cheating, blowjob, face fucking, cum eating, facials, swearing & crude language, vaginal fingering, degrading names (slut, whore), semi-public kinda public secret sexual acts in front of others? Idk how to word that one but you get the gist
you can find part 1 here!!
âHey everybody, welcome back to my channel! Here are my top tips for giving some gluck gluck before you fuck fuck!â.
You canât believe youâve reached this point and yet here you are. âShit,â you mutter to yourself, turning down the volume on your phone. The last thing you need is for one of your parents to walk past and hear that introduction.
Itâs been a month. One long month since you had your romp with Negan. You were supposed to see him sooner, your parents having arranged another dinner, but the Smithâs had to cancel due to Negan having Summer exams and assessments to get through.Â
âOk, first tip for when youâre slobbering on some man meat. Just because your mouth is the main focus doesnât mean you canât use your hands too!â.
You let the video you found online play in the background as you try to tame your hair. You have one thing on your mind tonight. The last time you saw Negan, after he gave you a fucking of a lifetime, you made him a promise. The next one of your parentâs dinner parties that he attends, youâll suck him off. And damn right you plan on keeping that promise.
Pulling out your clothes, you dump your options on to the bed. You have to be strategic about this. Slutty but not too slutty. Modest but in a sexy secretary way, not like a nun.
âMake eye contact! And no, I donât mean with his third eye! Guys love it when you got their⌠yâknow⌠haha! âŚGod, I hope this doesnât get demonized but yâknow, their sausage in your mouth and you look up at themâ.
You cringe at the fake laughing the video is filled with. The only reason youâre watching this is to make sure you give Negan the best blowjob of his life. Where, youâre not sure yet. Under the table sounds hot but isnât practical. Dragging him to your bedroom is way too suspicious.Â
The video continues as you think.Â
âAnd donât forget, be enthusiastic! Take charge! Just because heâs the one getting off doesnât mean he needs to have complete control⌠although that can be fun too. Huh, maybe I should do a video on not gagging nextâ.
Your attention shifts to a long-sleeved top. It doesnât show much cleavage but itâs snug enough to stir the imagination. Pairing it with a skirt is non-negotiable. You already know a skirt is a must, especially if you want to give Negan easy access.
With a sigh, you reach over and turn off the video. Useless. The advice wasnât wrong but it wasnât the almighty best blowjob of his life material you were hoping for.
You glance at the outfit laid out on the bed. You slip them on, smoothing the fabric over your hips as you turn towards the mirror.
Not bad.
You had planned to try a few other looks, maybe something a little more casual in case this one didnât feel right. But before you can assemble the second outfit, a cacophony of voices creeps under your door.
Theyâre here.
You freeze for a second. The momentâs no longer theoretical. Neganâs in your house⌠and so is his wife. Your name rings out, your motherâs voice carrying it. âCome say hiâ she calls, her voice already in host mode. You take one last look in the mirror, fix a stray hair and open the door.Â
The hallway is buzzing with life. Negan stands near the entryway, his presence commanding but relaxed in that way only he can pull off. He barely glances your way, offering a polite nod before turning his attention back to your dad, whoâs already launching into something about cars.Â
Lucille, on the other hand, pulls you straight into a hug the second youâre within reach. âLook at you, gorgeous! All dolled up!â she says, bracelets clinking on her wrists. You manage a smile and hug her back, slightly overwhelmed.
Everyone starts moving deeper into the house, your dad talks Neganâs ear off and your mom is caught in a flurry of Lucilleâs questions about whatâs for dinner. Overlapping voices bounce off the walls. You try to hang back for a second but youâre forced to move along with the chaotic current.
And then you feel it. A hand brushes against your waist and gives a brief, deliberate squeeze. Itâs fleeting but you know itâs him.Â
The second Negan saw you, he knew the night was going to be trouble. That outfit didnât have him fooled. The way that top hugs you, the sway of your skirt. He barely let his eyes linger as youâre swept into the kitchen with the other ladies. Tonight, youâre a woman on a mission and damn if he didnât respect the hell out of that.
âHoney,â your mom blindly shoves a fistful of cutlery in your direction, not bothering to look up from her work on the kitchen counter. Even with the whole day to prepare, sheâs somehow behind schedule and only whipping up the batter for dessert now.
âHelp set the table,â she politely orders. You know thereâs no room for debate, taking the array of forks and blunt knives.
You donât mind helping out, especially when you see Negan and your dad in the dining room already. Where Lucille has wandered to, youâre unsure. Maybe the bathroom, or maybe she entered the kitchen a few moments after you left, barely missing each other. Itâs like thereâs a constant rotation in and out of each room. As if to prove your point, when you enter the dining room, you almost bump into your dad as he leaves.Â
You donât waste your opportunity, not knowing any many times youâll get to be alone with Negan tonight. âYour sweatshirt is inside my bedroom, by the door, in a bag,â you keep your voice low as you set the table âI can get it if youâd like to put it in your truckâ.
You figured heâd appreciate the gesture. Straight to helping sort this shit out. Not trying to get in his pants straight away or acting as if nothing happened. Simply being practical.Â
Negan gives a soft scoff but you canât quite tell if itâs amusement or annoyance. âThatâs all I get?â you almost melt as the smirk he gives you as he whispers âNo hi, how are you? Howâs your dick doing?â.
A mischievous smile plays at your lips. You shrug casually âWell, since you asked⌠how is it?â.
âMissing youâ Negan answers, not missing a beat.
You try to ignore the flutter in your stomach. âI havenât forgotten about my promise,â you mention, watching out of the corner of your eye as Negan rounds the table to you.
âNeither have Iâ he practically growls, crowding behind you. âThe other morning, I woke up with my dick about to explode just thinking about it,â he nuzzles against you, pressing a light kiss to the side of your neck.
Despite needing to stay alert, your eyes slowly shut. You savor his scruff against your neck, making the sensitive skin tingle.
Negan isn't as aggressive as he was that night at the bar but he isnât very soft either. Itâs like he has a natural roughness to him, the way he kisses, the way he fucks. All of which you know a little too well.
Bringing your comfort to an end, you hear your mother laugh, probably at something Lucille is saying. Negan must know it too as his lips leave you.Â
âMy sweatshirt is in your room?â He repeats.
You nod immediately âIn a Target bag, yeahâ.
Negan moves away from you, back to his casual position at the other side of the table as you hurriedly finish setting the cutlery. He goes to speak again but before Negan can get a word out, your mother is bustling into the room with a hot bowl of mashed potatoes.
âNew recipe!â She announces to Lucille, who trails in after her. You try not to catch her eye.Â
âInstead of the usual spices, I tried being more adventurous with my potatoesâ Your mother rambles.Â
Lucille simply nods along, her eyes studying you instead. You barely said hi to her when she first got here, despite how friendly she was to you. All Lucille got was a smile she can only describe as pitiful and now you wonât even look at her.Â
She goes to examine Neganâs body language next but when Lucille turns, sheâs met with empty space. Like a ghost, heâs vanished.
âAnd I actually listened to the recipe this time and put honey in with the carrots!â Your mother prides herself on her skills âCarrots⌠oh shoot, the carrots!â. Much to your horror, your mother darts out of the room and back to the kitchen, leaving you and Lucille alone.
A beat of silence.Â
Another.Â
Itâs only when the silence stretches a little too long do you finally lift your eyes to meet hers. Sheâs smiling.
âI like your skirt,â she says, her voice soft and strangely warm. âI used to wear things like that all the time when I was your ageâ.Â
You offer a small shrug âThanks. Honestly, I kinda forgot I had itâ.
She lets out a light laugh, as if youâve both been part of some unspoken mischief. Well, maybe you both are but if Lucille found that out, you donât think sheâd be laughing.Â
âItâs a bold choice for daylight,â she says âI almost wore a dress that short today, but I came to my senses before stepping out the doorâ.
You're not sure whether to laugh with her or lob the nearest utensil across the table. Something about how she talks feels like both an invitation and insult.
âNegan liked it though,â she adds, her lips curling into a teasing smile that doesnât quite reach her eyes.
The comment lands too precisely. Itâs enough to make you wonder if Lucille knows or if everything she says now feels like an interrogation thanks to your own guilty conscience. You force a smile, lips pressed into a thin line and you offer a silent âthank youâ to the universe when your motherâs voice floats in from the kitchen, calling your name.
Lucilleâs smile lingers, soft and undisturbed, as you retreat. She doesnât so much as blink. The image must remain untouched: the perfect wife with the perfect life, part of a marriage that still radiates that golden glow of first love. At least, thatâs what she tells herself. Now, if only she could track down her damn husband to complete the illusion.
Lucille moves with practiced grace, her heels silent on the floor as she slips out of the dining room. She skirts the kitchen without a glance, already knowing if Negan were in there, sheâd have heard his laugh by now, booming and obnoxious as always when he's trying to charm someone. Either you or your mother. The uncertainty around which one makes her queasy.Â
The bathroom door hangs open. No voices float down the hall. No telltale murmur of sports stats or banter with your dad. Her brow twitches. Where the hell did he go? As she passes the front window, something outside catches her eye. A flash of movement. Bingo.
Negan shuts the car door with a thud, leaving the bag with his sweatshirt on the back seat. Thankfully, heâs already decided to grab the opportunity to have a cigarette while outside, giving himself the perfect alibi as Lucille steps out the front door.
âHeyâ she plainly says, walking down the porch steps.
âHey yourself,â Negan mutters, flicking his lighter to life. The cigarette catches and he takes a long drag, eyes half-lidded as if this were the most peaceful moment heâd had all day.
Lucille doesnât return the ease. âYou already need a smoke break?â.
Negan lets out a dry laugh that doesnât quite make it past his throat. âNope. Just figured Iâd come out here and take a shit on their lawnâ he answers sarcastically.
Lucille doesnât suppress any part of her reaction. The breath she exhales is sharp. Her arms fold across her chest, shoulders drawn tight. The eye roll is textbook. And none of it is subtle.
 âCan you not for, like⌠the two hours weâll be here? Thatâs all I askâ she snips back. She pauses for a moment, sniffs and then sighs âNow youâre going to stinkâ.
He shrugs, glancing toward the house with vague disinterest. âThe place already smells like someone cremated a vegetable patch. I doubt my cigaretteâs gonna make the top ten list of offencesâ.
Whatever fantasy Lucille has been holding onto, the white-picket fences and synchronized laughter, begins to waver and fray around the edges. Her lips press into a tight line.
âJust put it out and get back inside,â she says, already turning on her heels.
She doesnât wait for his reply. If she stays out here any longer, sheâll lose whatever thread of control she has left. The door swings shut behind her.
Negan watches the smoke curl up from his cigarette, then exhales a slow stream of it through his nose. The evening has already been a pain in the ass. Now, itâs worse. If he had been thinking about dragging you somewhere quiet before, that thoughtâs locked in now.
Guilt doesn't hit as hard when all he gets from his wife are barbed jabs and a cold shoulder. Maybe heâs not innocent either. He knows his jokes have a way of biting back but hell, lately it feels like even breathing wrong is a crime.
Theyâre fucked, really. Negan knows it and deep down and he assumes Lucille does too. But how can either one of them back out of the marriage now when theyâve sunken so much into it? A mortgage, a house, loans, debts. Damn, Negan really needs your sweet mouth around him now. The perfect distraction from the hole heâs dug himself.
You try not to be obvious as you look for Negan. Heâs not with your dad or in the dining room. You havenât seen Lucille either which gives you an odd feeling of dread, knowing theyâve both disappeared. But before you have to worry for long, your mother calls for everyone to get seated for dinner.Â
You settle into your seat, subtly ensuring the chair next to you remains vacant. You're not confident (or stupid) enough to give a Negan a handy while everyone is having dinner but a little touching here and there shouldnât hurt, right?
Even when your mother sits at one side of you, you still have some hope as Negan and Lucille enter. You donât let it interfere with your plans, the empty space on your other side holding your hope. His eyes meet yours and you feel like a tween going through puberty as you instantly smile. But thatâs when the free chair beside you scrapes against the floor.
Like a bewildered animal, your head snaps in that direction to see another smile. Lucille. Again.Â
⌠Great.
âThis seat taken?â she asks, already sitting down.
Like some sick nightmare, Negan has to sit in front of the two women in his life: you and his wife. He tries not to be awkward about it, selfishly not meeting your eyes as Lucille badgers you with questions.
"Got a boyfriend yet? Iâm sure thereâs a line of them after you,â she compliments âWhen I was your age, it was boys, parties, always out with friends. Life never slowed downâ.
She barely takes a breath before continuing.
âHave you thought about moving out? Getting your own place? I did it around your age, had a place with a few girlfriends. It was wild. Eventually it felt like home, like it was really mine. Maybe itâs time you tried that too. Not just yet, I guess, but hopefully soon, right?".
You spear a forkful of greens and chew with exaggerated focus, nodding along as if Lucilleâs barrage of personal questions hasnât just lit your cheeks on fire. Sure, because still living with your parents is something you want to be quizzed about!Â
Thankfully, or maybe unfortunately, Lucille moves the conversation on to your mother instead. âHow would you feel about it? Think you would get empty nest syndrome?â she asks.
Negan tries not to wince as he eavesdrops, pretending to listen to your dad shittalking his co-workers. People say Neganâs the brash and direct one but goddamn, he knows Lucille can come straight out with it sometimes.
He sees it happen, so slow and subtle, and yet the most obvious thing in the room. Your posture, once open and lively, now folding in on itself like a page being creased. The spark behind your eyes has dulled, replaced by that quiet look people wear when theyâre trying not to feel too much. Youâre retreating and something about it twists in his chest in a way he didnât expect.
Negan hates it. Hates that look on you. Hates that Lucilleâs running her mouth without a clue, and that heâs just sitting here, watching it happen.
Without thinking, he shifts in his seat and slides his foot across the floor under the table. Just a small nudge. A silent gesture. He hopes it lands gently against your ankle, enough to catch your attention without making a scene.Â
His way of saying âI see you, babyâ.
But the contact he makes isnât with your foot.Â
Across from him, Lucille doesnât say a word. Her smile doesn't change, and her tone stays light as she continues chatting with your mother. Negan feels the light pressure in return. A slow and smooth, gentle graze up the side of his calf. He exhales, just a little, the knot in his chest loosening.
In his mind, this is your way of answering him. A quiet âIâm okayâ.Â
He doesnât look at you directly. Just a small, sweeping glance. But what he sees only deepens that warmth: the way you're acting completely natural, your face still quiet but softer now, as if you feel it too.
Negan doesnât realize that itâs not your foot gently stroking his leg under the table. Nor does he see the barely there smile playing at the corners of Lucilleâs mouth as she continues her conversation, pretending nothing is happening. Her leg remains where it is, answering a call Negan isnât actually posing her.
Remaining completely oblivious, you chew mundanely on your food. You pray youâll get a chance alone with Negan, trying to come up with different excuses or scenarios that would allow it. Unable to help himself, Negan steals another glance your way. His gaze is gentle but full of something far too close to longing.
He doesnât even realize the softness in his expression, the unguarded affection carved into his features. Itâs the kind of look no one gives their wife after years of a marriage built more on duty than desire. Itâs the look of a man whoâs found something he thought was long gone. Hope. Lust. Yearning.
And Lucille sees it.
At first, sheâs still convinced the foot under the table means what she wants it to mean. Her leg lingers against his, her smile patient and waiting for him to respond. Anything. A smirk or a quick look her way to confirm the game she thinks theyâre playing. But when she follows the direction of his gaze and sees who itâs truly meant for, something shifts in her.
The realization comes slow. She watches the way Negan looks at you and her stomach turns. Thereâs no flirtation in his eyes when they land on you. No coyness. Just a quiet ache of something raw, real and undeniably not meant for her.
Her smile falters. Itâs small, almost imperceptible but itâs there. The first crack in the polished exterior. She blinks, refocuses on her plate, and subtly draws her leg back under the table, leaving a space between her and Negan where, for a brief moment, she thought something still lived.
Negan still hasnât noticed. His eyes going from you to the occasional nod and look in your fatherâs direction as he pretends to pay attention.Â
You only look up because the scrap of your fork against your plate feels too loud. The hum of overlapping conversations blurs into the background as your gaze lifts, landing on him. Negan. Goddamnit maybe dropping your fork and getting under the table wouldnât be such a bad idea.Â
At this point, any apprehension you felt about sucking him off is long gone. Now you just want to unzip his pants and get it out.
The rest of dinner unfolds in a muted haze. Your mother and Lucille carry most of the conversation, chatting about mutual friends and upcoming functions, their voices a constant thread weaving through the meal.
Across the table, Negan and your father exchange low, obligatory small talk. Work, sports, something about the grill. You mostly keep to yourself, quietly eating while nodding politely whenever your mother or Lucille pulls you into the flow of conversation.
After the plates are clean of any food, the table begins to empty. Your father claps Negan on the back and steers him toward the living room, already launching into some half-hearted commentary about the game thatâs on. Negan goes with him, disappearing into the living room as your dad shuts the door.
Your mother, ever the hostess, is already stacking plates, humming to herself as she bustles into the kitchen. You follow with a handful of glasses and Lucille trails behind, offering to help put things away. You nod along, moving through the motions of cleanup while the conversation floats around you.
But youâre not done yet. You still have a dick appointment youâre determined to get to. You catch a moment and begin to meander towards the hall when your mother notices your slow edging towards the door.Â
âHoney? Where are you off to?â she questions but thankfully doesnât give you enough time to answer, already continuing the conversation on her own âJust leave the boys alone, ok? You know what theyâre like when it comes to sportâ.
She turns to Lucille, having already lost interest in you. âThey act like theyâre in their own personal conclave! And I donât mind it, it gives us some peace and quiet but do they always have to hog the tv?â.
You slip out before Lucille replies to her. Unfortunately, you know your mother is right. Going into the men while theyâre in sports mode wonât achieve anything. Actually, all that will do is make you more horny since youâll be in his presence again. So instead, you haunt the hall, hovering so youâll hear any movement. Maybe then you can coax him into your room.
In the living room, your father leans back into the couch with a low grunt, beer in hand, eyes on the muted game on the television. Negan sits beside him, feigning interest. His gaze drifts towards the door. Negan can feel himself getting antsy but he knows he has a role to play.
âJesus, you see that throw?â he commentates on the game, chuckling âKidâs got an arm like a rocket launcher but that defense makes me think he has shit for brainsâ.
Your dad laughs, and the two keep the steady rhythm of back-and-forth, Negan tossing in his usual sarcastic jabs and colourful commentary.Â
But every few minutes, his eyes stray toward the door again. Negan knows he needs to see you, to feel you. Being as casual as possible, he stands with a stretch.Â
âAlright,â Negan says âThink Iâll go see what the ladies are up to, ask how long âtil dessertâs readyâ. Your dad waves him off, paying more attention to the game than Negan slipping out.
When Negan goes out to the quiet hallway, he breathes a silent sigh of relief. He needs a moment to slip away, to ease the itch under his skin with a quick smoke and silence. Laughter can be heard behind the closed kitchen door. Itâs the kind of sound that should feel warm but only makes him feel out of place.
He slides a hand into his pocket, fingertips brushing the worn edge of his lighter when he hears you.
âHi,â is all you say, almost shyly.
Thatâs already enough to make Negan want to scoff. Youâre a lot of things but as you displayed the last time he saw you, you ainât shy.Â
âTonightâs not really going how I expectedâ you admit.
Negan assesses you carefully. âSo you werenât expecting dinner and a headache?â he says, voice low and a little rough. He doesnât have to glance toward the kitchen for you to catch his meaning. The nattering, the laughter, neither wife has let up.
You shrug, the slow curl of your shoulder borders on playful. âI mean, I was expecting a headache,â you murmur âjust not from themâ.
A faint ghost of a smirk graces his face. âNot exactly the easiest place for a⌠quiet moment,â he mutters.Â
You huff a soft laugh through your nose, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. âA few minutes of privacy is all weâd needâ you reply in a teasing tone.
That brings out his smirk unapologetically. âJust a few minutes? Someoneâs confident in their abilitiesâ Negan muses.Â
A few minutes. It doesnât sound like a big ask but apparently it is. With your dad planted on the couch and the kitchen full of wine-soaked commentary and stories that wonât end, every chance keeps slipping through your fingers.
You glance over your shoulder, half-expecting someone to call your name. Instead, you notice something at the end of the hallway.Â
The bathroom door cracked open.Â
You look back at Negan, a spark lighting behind your eyes. âWhat about in there?â you ask, tilting your head towards it. Your voice is just above a whisper now, conspiratorial.Â
His eyes follow your line of sight, then return to yours. For the first time all evening, it feels like maybe the night isnât a complete loss.
That glint in his eyes sharpens, like heâs been waiting for the green light that he didnât think would actually come. âYou serious?â he questions, already angling his body toward the door like gravityâs working in your favor now.
You donât answer, the flash of a promiscuous look being enough. Turning on your heels, you hear Negan already moving behind you, both of you making a b-line for the bathroom.Â
A hand brushes against your lower back to urge you forward, or maybe to steady himself from the thrill of it. A burst of laughter echoing from the kitchen makes you almost break into a run. Negan must feel the pump of adrenaline too as he nudges you along.Â
You slide inside first, turning quickly to pull him in behind you. He catches the handle just before it clicks too loud, easing it shut with the care of someone defusing a bomb. Then the lock turns with a soft yet satisfying snap.
Your heart flutters and you try to convince yourself itâs the adrenaline and not the nerves of giving a bad blowjob. But you donât let it deter you. This isnât the time to get hesitant and coy.
Like that video said, be enthusiastic! Time to put your money where your mouth is⌠well, put his dick where your mouth is actually.
Negan took charge the last time and so you do what you can to set yourself up as the one controlling things this time. Getting down on your knees, your hands latch on to his belt as you look up at him.
âIâve been waiting for my dessert,â you purr, slowly tracing a hand down to his bulge.Â
Negan sucks in through his teeth, back hitting off the wall. He can see youâre eager, thatâs for sure. And so he keeps his hands by his side, letting you have your fun first.Â
He groans at the pressure of your hand giving his bulge a small squeeze. âFuck meâŚâ he whispers, trying to compose himself already. With a deep breath, he asks âYou sure you wanna do this?â.
âI made a promise, didnât I?â You reply with a smile, slowly unbuckling his belt.
âFuck yeah you did,â he keeps his voice low, hands twitching to bury into your hair.
Popping open the button of his jeans, you tug down the zip. Thereâs a nervous excitement in your stomach as you unwrap your present, the tips from the horrendous video linger in the back of your mind.Â
Pushing his jeans and boxers down just enough, you free his stiffening cock. Negan can feel his lust dulling his inhibitions. All signs say to stop and yet he canât help himself growling out a command to you.
âSuckâ.
Slowly, you bring your mouth to the tip. You remember to use your hands, holding the base as you lick the smooth head. "Sweet Jesus..." he hisses through clenched teeth, watching as your tongue teases the sensitive tip.Â
As much as he loves this, he knows your time together is limited. His hands canât help themselves anymore, going to your hair as if thereâs a magnetic pull.Â
You take the tip and just a bit more into your mouth. You suck gently, applying light pressure as you pull back, letting the head slip out of your mouth with an audible pop. You repeat this motion slowly, taking as much as you can into your mouth.
Negan watches as you try to take him deeper, your cheeks hollowing out as you suck. He's too big for you to deepthroat but he loves how your lips stretch around him.
When you tighten your grip, wrapping your hands around what you canât get into your mouth as you bob your head up and down, Negan thinks you might suck whatever measly soul he has straight out of his dick.
His eyes roll back slightly, enjoying the sight of you working him. "That's it," he encourages, hips instinctively moving in sync with your mouth "just like that". He groans, his hand guiding your head gently. You gag, more of him having gone into you than you anticipated. With a slight splutter, you pull back and breathe.Â
âSorryâ you quickly wipe away some spit threatening to dribble out of your mouth. "Shh, it's okay," he whispers "but fuck sweetheart, I'm gonna cum in your mouth if you keep doing thatâ.Â
You give a smirk, regaining your breathing. Holding his cock, you lick up the underside, feeling Neganâs hands tighten in your hair.
âBut you promised me a facialâ you pretend to pout before focusing on sucking the tip again.
"Fuck I know..." He watches hungrily as you suck the head, his balls tightening. His grip in your hair starts to guide you faster as he yearns to cum and paint that pretty face of yours.
"Suck harder, I know you can⌠whereâs the fuckinâ slut from before gone, eh?" Negan pants, that degrading man you met at the bar starting to come out.
You give a small moan, staring up at him. His cock goes further back your throat again but this time you try not to gag, concentrating on sucking him off.Â
Youâre a walking contradiction and Negan loves it. Big innocent eyes looking up at him, but with the eager mouth of a whore that just got a hundred bucks.
"You look like you should be on your knees taking communion, not sucking dick,â his voice drops an octave, watching your lips stretch around him "Choke on it?".
You blink for a moment, tears almost running down your face as you take in his request. Going as far down as you can, his cock fills your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. You feel your throat convulse but you hold position.Â
A strangled noise leaves you but it only makes his dick throb. âYâcould be a world class slut, you know that?â With lust taking over, Neganâs hands pull your head down further.Â
Drool pools in your mouth, overflowing down your chin. Despite your brain hardly functioning, you gently cup his balls with your hands, trying to do as much as possible for him. Holding position for a few seconds, you pull back, spit following you as you catch your breath again.Â
"Youâre killing me..." Negan groans as you pull back, letting you catch your breath before diving back in. His hands guide your head, setting a pace that's fast but shallow.
"Keep looking up at me like that,â he orders âwanna see you take itâ.
As you concentrate not gagging, you can feel the wet warmth between your own legs building. Each shallow thrust of his hips, each taste of pre-cum, makes your core ache with desire. Your panties become damp as your arousal grows and you can't help but press your thighs together.
"Fucking beautiful," he says, his voice thick with lust. Itâs like Negan canât decide what he wants. One moment heâs pushing your head further down his dick but the next heâs pulling your head back so he can see your tear-streaked face better. You donât mind though, trying to catch a breath whenever you can.
You donât hear every word he says, the noises coming from your own mouth distracting you. " âŚpathetic slut..." you hear him say, before he corrects himself â... my pathetic slutâ.
The words only encourage you. Your hands work in tandem with your mouth, knowing you canât possibly have much more time with him alone. Surely someone will come looking for one of you soon. Or someone will need to use the bathroom.
He grabs a handful of your hair, forcing your head down harder onto his dick âOpen your fucking mouth widerâ. You try to do so but you gag around him.
"Take it, baby, I know you can" he growls, pushing your head down further despite your gagging. His hips start moving, fucking your mouth roughly. Each thrust resonates through your entire body. Thankfully, your gagging eases but you can still feel your reflex attempt to trigger with each thrust of his dick.
"Shit..." Negan sees the mess heâs making of you. The spit. The tears that naturally come with gagging so much. And he can only fantasize about the mess in your panties.
Pulling your head back sharply, his length slaps against your cheek. You give a small whine as he does, having little time to process whatâs happening as you follow his orders.
"Open," He grunts, fisting his length tightly âWanna see how much I get inâ.
Your mouth stays open, tongue out and ready to catch his cum. You donât have to wait long until you feel the ropes of warm cum landing, but not just on your tongue. Negan paints your face.
Cheeks. Nose. Chin. Lips.
âThatâs itâ He approves, giving a few final strokes before squeezing out the last drops onto your tongue.
You donât need a mirror to know you look a mess and the laugh Negan letâs out seems to confirm your thoughts. "You look like a damn porno" he says.
Letting go of your hair, he brings a hand around to your face, spreading the cum by your mouth around your lips. You take the opportunity to suck his thumb, licking the cum off and swallowing all he had given you.
You let it go with a small pop, mimicking the same treatment his dick got. âWas it good?â You ask, your hoarse voice surprising you.
"Was it good?" He repeats, chuckling deeply as he stuffs his softening dick back into his pants. "You're fucking kidding me, right? Look at you. You're a goddamn messâ He gestures to your cum-covered face, a smug grin on his face.Â
You're unsure whether or not that answers your question, or if any of it is a good thing. Negan sees the cogs turning in your head. âYou took that like a pro, sweetheart" he assures you, gently helping you up onto your feet.
Not done teasing yet, you gather other spurts of cum from your cheeks and lick that off your fingers next.
âThanksâ you shrug, playing off how relieved you are.Â
Negan grins widely, impressed by your dedication. âYouâre a fuckinâ keeper, you know that?â He drawls, reaching a hand out to ruffle your already messed up hair. Itâs strange to feel such a platonic action after heâs just fucked your face but thatâs who Negan is, you suppose.Â
One minute youâre being chastised for wearing provocative clothing. The next, Negan is tearing your dress off in a public bathroom. One minute youâre slut or whore, the next youâre âsweetheartâ again.Â
The only constant so far is bathrooms. That makes you pause for a moment before saying âWe have to stop doing this by a toilet. Itâs weirdâ.
He barks out a laugh at that, quickly covering his mouth. Negan waits a moment, waiting for someone to come see whatâs going on. But when no one interrupts, he continues âYou stay at, uh⌠whatâs that friend of yours name again? The one you lied to your folks about being with the last time?â.
âLydia,â you answer, turning on the sink tap. Catching a look of yourself, youâre surprised you donât look half bad. Maybe stained looks good on you.Â
âRight, you sleep over at hers often?â He asks, taking his time as he buckles his belt.
You carefully splash some on your face âI guess, yeah⌠why?â.
âSo if you told them you were staying at hers some night, theyâd believe it?â Negan asks âNo questions asked?â.
You nod, eyes meeting his and you try to manage your hair. The smirk says it all.
âHuh⌠all Iâd need to do is feed Lucille some shit and we could have a night away somewhere, finally get you alone without sneaking aroundâ.
Your body screams at the idea but you try not to show your excitement. âYouâd have to pay for the hotel room though,â you say snarkily âI think thatâs the least you could doâ.
He laughs again, lower this time. âCareful baby,â he gives you ass a firm smack as he passes for the door. The sting makes you jolt, half from the hit but half from the way heâs already slipping away.
You always knew your time with him came in fleeting, stolen slices. But that doesnât make it any less confusing. Or any easier.
âWait,â you blurt out, the word catching before itâs fully formed. Negan freezes, one hand resting on the lock. Slowly, he turns his head back to you.
âWhat about me?â you ask, voice quieter now. He doesnât answer straight away. Letting it linger for a moment, the anticipation builds.
Negan lets out a low whistle. âOh, sweetcheeks,â he drawls, voice dripping with that infuriating charm âYou know I wanna eat that pussy like itâs my last meal butâŚâ. He clicks his tongue, mock sympathy curling in his tone. âTime just ainât on our side, honey.â
And just like that, he slips out the door with maddening ease, leaving behind a whole lot of unfinished business. You let out a huff.
He called you a whore but at least they get paid. All you got for your efforts was a smack on the ass and a bare face, most of your make-up having washed away with his cum.Â
Negan knows your type, knows youâd probably jump him if he didnât leave the bathroom. One taste of dick and youâll be wet all day. The thought alone makes his dick throb again, already missing your mouth.
Going back into the sitting room, your dad is like a statue, in the same position as before. Negan gives a grimacing tight lipped smile, as if he got caught doing something he shouldnât.Â
Sitting back down on his spot on the couch, Negan apologizes âSorry if I smell like smokeâ.
Heâd rather your dad think he was having a cigarette outside rather than face fucking the manâs daughter. Your dad waves off Neganâs faux concern, mumbling the moments of the game he missed. Negan sinks into the couch comfortably, knowing that as long as you donât make it obvious, youâve both gotten away with another escapade.Â
Still in the bathroom, cool water runs over your wrists as you try to bring your heart rate back down. You smooth a hand down your top but thankfully everything looks fine. Small mercies thereâs not drops of Negan splattered all over your outfit.
The click of the doorknob spins your stomach before your brain can catch up. The door swings open and your mother steps in, mid-sentence on about wine refills when he sees you.
âJesus!â she yelps, hand flying to her chest âYou scared me half to death!â.
You whip around, just as startled. âSorry! Iâsorry, I mustnât have locked itâ you blabber.
She narrows her gaze, scanning your face like she's the Terminator instead of your mother. Subtle, trained and looking for anything out of the ordinary.
âYou okay?â she asks.
You nod quickly. âYeah, I just needed a minute. Iâm feeling a little weirdâ You gesture vaguely toward the sink as if it can be your alibi.Â
She frowns, but not suspiciously. You thank whatever higher power there is when her tone seems more concerned. âYou feeling sick?â she presses.
âNo, no. Iâm fine,â You say too fast before shrugging, deciding that maybe you shouldnât deny a good excuse âI mean, maybe, I just feel kinda strange yâknow?â.Â
She studies you for a moment longer. Youâre fully dressed, your hairâs in place, and nothing smells like guilt or sex. Just a hint of soap and whatever dignity you managed to salvage.
âWell,â she sighs, brushing past you to grab a hairpin from the vanity. âDonât lurk in here too long. I was about to serve dessert if youâre up for itâ.
You nod again, giving a sheepish smile you hope might look weak in a sickly way. âYeah, I think I can muster up having some cakeâ.
She gives you one last glance and then steps out, leaving the door open this time. Giving yourself a quick look, you silently tell yourself to keep it together.
Youâre glad to see how refreshed you look. Maybe slightly breathless. And looking sort of flustered. With your panties sticking to your pussy with how wet you are. But youâre still holding it together!Â
âŚBarely.
Squaring your shoulders, you walk out of the bathroom as if youâre going up to the frontlines of a war. Voices and clinking dishes subconsciously call for you from the dining room.
It feels a little weird to walk, your pussy practically dripping and making each step feel like another ride down the slip and slide between your legs. But you carry on nonetheless, ready to act as boring and normal as humanly possible.
The moment you round the corner, you spot an empty chair at the table and (more importantly) whoâs beside it. Negan sits back in his seat, fingers curled loosely around a can of soda.Â
Heâs laughing at something Lucille just said as she stands with a knife in hand. Whether heâs laughing because sheâs actually funny or heâs fearing for his life, you canât tell.Â
Even if Negan is a little affected by what happened five minutes ago, it doesnât show. Not in the way his mouth curves lazily around the rim of his can, or how he only glances your way without missing a beat.
You slide into the seat next to him, carefully letting your leg brush his under the table. Lucille gives you a slight look but you canât tell if itâs because you sat next to her husband or if you look more flushed than you initially thought. Well, if she wanted the seat, she shouldâve moved faster instead of just standing there. You snooze, you lose.
Your mother bustles in from the kitchen, wearing oven mitts and holding a tray that sends waves of warm sugariness through the room.
âHot out of the oven,â she announces proudly, placing the cake in the center of the table âChocolate, just like old timesâ.Â
Lucille lights up as she passes the knife, letting your mother do the honors. Once sheâs sat down across from you both, she starts to gush âGod, remember when you used to make this every weekend? Iâve been dreaming about this!â.
Your mom beams, already cutting thick slices while steam curls up from the soft centre. Your fatherâs voice calls faintly from the other room, a low rumble over the TV. âPass on dessert! Gameâs getting good!â. Typical.
Your mom rolls her eyes affectionately. âHeâs glued to that couch,â she mutters, placing a plate in front of you.
You thank her, then glance sidelong at Negan. He finally meets your eye. Just for a second. You get no smile. No words. Just that look. That quiet, smoldering acknowledgment of what no one else knows. You lower your gaze and pick up your fork.Â
The cake is warm and melts on Neganâs tongue. Still, itâs not the sweetest thing heâs wanted to taste tonight.
He chews like itâs delicious, nods appreciatively at your motherâs proud smile as she tells them about how she found the recipe somewhere. Negan isnât sure where though, he was too busy thinking about your pussy when your mom said that part of the story.Â
He doesnât look at you much. Negan knows itâs ridiculous but heâs sure Lucille can smell it off of him. The lies. Deception. Sheâs like a goddamn cadaver dog when she picks up the scent of something being awry.
Every now and then, he risks a glance your way, just to see the way your lips part around the fork in a way he knows all too well. He clears his throat and takes another sip of his drink, hoping the fizz will ground him. It doesnât.
As delusional as it sounds, Negan was hoping to fuck you again. Now he sees that was just a wet dream. You both had your moment in the sun, where you turned his world upside down and gagged around him like thereâs no tomorrow.Â
He shifts in his seat, trying to play it off his own dirty thoughts. He adds a lazy comment to the conversation, a dry âMmhmm,â and âYeah, tasteâs greatâ. Lucille nods along and Negan hopes heâs doing enough to convince her heâs listening.
But no matter how much he tries, his mind isnât on the cake. Itâs on the bathroom and on what he didnât get enough of.
Lucille dabs the corner of her mouth and launches into a story from years ago. Negan nods at the right moments, even chuckles once or twice. But under the table, his hand edges across to your soft thigh.
His fingers splay out and spread across your thigh possessively. You shove a piece of cake into your mouth to stop yourself from smirking. You may have it bad for Negan, but it certainly feels like he canât get enough of you either. Â
Trying to act natural, you slowly open your thighs under the table. Itâs difficult to look bored above the table, while below you're trying to angle your body in such a position that gives Negan access to everything.
His thumb draws circles on your inner thigh, inching closer to what he really wants. He keeps his focus on your mom, conversing normally as his hand inches dangerously close to your panties.
Nodding your head, you add âYeah, I remember hearing about thatâ. Although neither your mother or Lucille directly acknowledge your participation, already jumping to some other old memory.
Negan acknowledges you though, under the table. His middle finger nudges its way around your damp panties and smoothly slides down your folds. You eat your cake casually, lowering your head so neither woman will see the pleasure in your expression.Â
Like a man on a mission, the finger glides through your obvious wetness until it reaches your entrance. The finger teases your hole, pressing gently before slowly sliding inside. He enters you effortlessly, your wet pussy eagerly greeting him. His finger curls slightly, hitting that sweet spot deep inside of you.
Both of you look like the definition of calm, neither one of you letting on whatâs happening. Negan keeps his arm low, making sure all the action occurs below the table cloth so that the others canât tell his arm is angling towards you.
His finger moves with agonizing slowness, barely withdrawing before pushing back in deeper each time. He's not fingering you aggressively or quickly like he might if you were alone; instead, he's drawing out each stroke deliberately slow and shallow to torture you silently.
He snaps you out of your quiet tranquility with a compliment. "I have to say, this cake is fucking amazing,â he looks directly at your mother, a wide grin on his face as if he doesnât have his finger in her daughter.
She waves away his compliments before Lucille steals her attention âYouâll have to give me the recipeâ. It acts as the perfect distraction for Negan to add another finger inside you, stretching you out.Â
âAnyways, dinner has been great but we should really get going soonâ Lucille glances Neganâs way before showing off her sympathetic smile to your mom.
But your mom doesnât catch the smile. Instead, her eyes land on you. Breathless with your mouth slightly agape. And worst of all⌠hardly eating your slice of cake!
"Are you feeling okay?" she asks concernedly.
Neganâs movements stifle but just for a second as you come up with a reply âYeahâ I think Iâm just feeling a little flushedâ.
His finger suddenly shifts upwards, finding your swollen clit and applying pressure. You have to fight to keep your breathing steady as pleasure shoots through you. Your eyes flutter briefly closed before you regain composure, trying not to squirm visibly in your seat.Â
Your core tightens with impending release. With aching thighs, you do the one thing your body is begging you not to. You move your legs away from Negan and abruptly stand up, nearly knocking your chair back. The movement forces Neganâs hand to fall away, loosely dropping to his side. Your skirt whooshes slightly but it looks as though thatâs been caused by your abrupt movement and not Neganâs hand.Â
âActually, I think I might lay down for a while,â you announce, eyes darting to each person âI donât feel so goodâ.
Your mom simply nods, taking your excuse at face value. âOk, I can save you some cake for laterâ she assures. Her eyes follow you out, giving Negan the perfect opportunity to bring his hand up to the table.
His fingers are coated with your wetness but before the others can notice, he uses his hand to pick up his last piece of cake on his plate and pop it into his mouth. He deliberately licks each finger, letting out an exaggerated groan of approval as you leave.
That asshole. Surely he wasnât trying to make you cum. He knew youâd pull away in the end. That youâd be the one to disrupt your own pleasure. As if you had a choice.
Youâre only in your bedroom a few minutes when you hear the goodbyes begin.
âWeâll have to do this again soon!â.
âNext time, Iâll make brownies!â.
âJust make sure the next time itâs not on the same day as the game, ok?â.
Youâre not called to say goodbye. After all, youâre too âsickâ or âfaintâ or whatever excuse is most believable to your mother. With a huff, you flop on to your bed. Your panties are still sticking to you but now all you have is yourself to fix that problem. Rolling over on to your side, you mutter âFucking assholeâŚâ.
Lucille doesnât start talking until theyâre nearly home. Negan doesnât press her. He can feel the weight of whatever sheâs building up to and figures itâs only a matter of time before she lets it out.
âShe looks at you weirdâ.
Negan makes a low sound in his throat. Itâs not quite agreement, more like heâs trying to figure out where sheâs going with this. He silently hopes the next name she mentions is your mom but of course, itâs your name that leaves her lips.Â
âItâs like she just⌠watches. Everything. But especially youâ Lucille explains âYou havenât noticed that?â.
Negan raises an eyebrow. âSo sheâs the one doing all the watching but somehow youâre catching every second of it? Sounds like youâre doing a fair bit of eyeballing yourselfâ. He gives a short laugh, hoping to deflect her unease with a joke. It doesnât work. She responds with a scoff, all sharp edges.
âIâm being seriousâ.
âYeah and I am too,â he lifts a shoulder in a casual shrug, eyes still on the road âso sheâs not a chatterbox. Whateverâ.
Lucille quietly stews for a few moments. Negan hopes heâs almost in the clear when he turns down onto their street, but peace is a fickle thing.
âI bet sheâs got a thing for you.â
He rolls his eyes instinctively. âNice to know you think Iâve still got universal appeal, honey,â he replies dryly as if it doesnât stroke his ego.
He pulls into their driveway. Their little house, slightly run-down but comfortably familiar, greets him with its tilted porch steps and overgrown lawn. Never has crooked suburbia looked so inviting.
He tries to use Lucilleâs next stewing period of silence to make his escape out of the car, swiftly turning off the engine and unbuckling his seatbelt.
âDo you know the last time I went to theirs, she came back from her friend's place wearing your sweatshirt,â Lucille watches his movements pause at that revelation. âWouldnât know how she got that, would you?â she questions.
Negan looks to her, tongue running along the backs of his teeth as he thinks.
âI gave it to her as a souvenir after I fucked her, is that what you want to hear?â he shoots back âJesus fucking Christ, Lucille, is this going to be it now? Is she the next woman I must be fucking?â.
Itâs shitty, he knows. But Negan also knows the best form of defense is attack. Or, at least itâs always worked out for him that way.
Lucille physically shudders at the idea of that, her voice raising as she argues back âWell, you were definitely eye-fucking her tonight at the table. Right in front of me!â.
Negan snorts. âBefore or after you tried to embarrass her in front of everyone?â his tone is sharper now âBecause what you call eye-fucking, I call trying to make sure she didnât burst into tears in the mashed potatoes.â
Negan hopes none of the neighbors are passing by. Even with the two of them still in the car, heâs sure anyone passing by would be able to hear their raised voices.
âYou really think I didnât just toss her that sweatshirt the last time they came over here for dinner? Maybe when I was showing her shit in the garage? That ever cross your mind?â His voice tightens as he adds, âOr was I fucking her in the back of the car then too, Lucille? You tell me since you apparently know everythingâ.
âYou're twisting my words!â She argues âAll Iâm saying is she obviously has the hots for you and you being friendly will give her the wrong ideaâ.
To Negan, this feels like a win. A messy, backhanded one but still a win nonetheless. Lucille has shifted from accusing him directly to blaming it all on you, like sheâs just trying to warn him of your supposed crush.
âFuck, itâs like I canât even talk to you anymore,â Lucille mutters, rubbing a hand down her face, not caring whether it smears her makeup.
âNot without accusing me of fucking somebodyâ Negan jabs back.Â
Thatâs enough for Lucille, undoing her seatbelt carelessly and kicking open the car door.
Ding!
Negan feels his balls tighten when his phone dings with a message. But if his balls are telling him one thing, itâs to lean into the mess.
âWant to check that?â Negan pulls his phone out of his pocket, waggling it as Lucille gets out of the car âCould be her, maybe sheâs sending me a nudeâ.
Lucille doesnât dignify that with a response. Just slams the car door hard enough to rattle the windows and throws a middle finger over her shoulder as she storms towards the house.
Negan watches her go, expression flat. He knows heâs going to be in the shitter for the night but when he opens up the notification, he thinks it might be worth it. There to greet him is a text he assumes must be you.
âGot number from dadâs phone. Book that hotel room asapâ.
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Joel miller x fem!reader x Negan smith | MAIN MASTERLIST
Warnings! smut!! minors DNI!
Age gap (I imagine them 50s and reader is in college (20s-30s)), oral m & f!receiving, 3some, p in v (wrap it up), creampie, nipple play, fingering, squirting, gagging, cum tasting (? idk), overstimulation, passing out, size kink, lmk if i forgot something
wc: 6.5k
Summary: Coming home from college for the break suddenly was intresting when you meet your dad's hot new neighbours
A/n: Okay I actually have soooooo much uni work to do but I needed to get this out of my system before i forgot what i was gonna write :). And I actually need these two to act in something tgt pleaseee. Anyways i hope you guys enjoyed this so def lemme know what you think!
The sun was setting over the rolling hills of the countryside, casting a golden hue over the sprawling farmland. You hadnât been home in months, and the familiar scent of hay and earth filled your lungs as you stepped out of your car. Your dadâs farmhouse stood in the distance, its porch light flickering like a beacon. You stretched your arms, feeling the stiffness from the long drive melt away. College life had kept you busy, but there was something about coming home that always grounded you.
As you grabbed your bags from the trunk, you noticed movement in the neighboring field. Two figures on horseback were riding along the fence line, their silhouettes sharp against the fading light. You squinted, trying to make out who they were. Your dad had mentioned new neighbors moving in, but you hadnât expected them to look like that.
One of the men tipped his hat in your direction, and your stomach did a little flip. You quickly looked away, pretending to fumble with your bags. When you glanced back, they were closer, their horses trotting toward you. Your heart raced as you realized just how big they wereâboth in stature and presence.Â
âWell, well, what do we got here?â The first manâs voice was deep, smooth, and laced with a teasing edge. He dismounted his horse with ease, his boots hitting the ground with a solid thud. His dark hair was peppered with gray, and his hazel eyes locked onto yours. He wore a plaid shirt with the sleeves rolled up, revealing strong forearms. You swallowed hard.
âJoel,â he introduced himself, tipping his hat again. âYou must be the college kid your dadâs been bragginâ about.â You nodded, suddenly feeling very small under his gaze. âYeah, thatâs me. Iâm, uh, just visiting over the break.â
The second man swung down from his horse, his movements fluid and confident. He looked tougher than Joel, with a smirk that could only be described as dangerous. His leather jacket and black hat gave him a roguish charm, and his eyesâdark and calculatingâseemed to see right through you. âNameâs Negan,â he said, his voice dripping with charm. âAnd let me tell you, darlinâ, youâre a sight for sore eyes. We donât get too many pretty faces around here.â You felt your cheeks flush, and you quickly looked down at your shoes. âNice to meet you both,â you mumbled, suddenly very aware of how out of place you felt in your city clothes.
Joel chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that sent shivers down your spine. âDonât let Negan scare you off. Heâs all bark, no bite.â Negan feigned offense, placing a hand over his heart. âNow, Joel, thatâs just hurtful. Iâm a gentleman through and through.â He turned his attention back to you, his smirk widening. âAinât that right, sweetheart?â You opened your mouth to respond, but no words came out. The tension between the three of you was palpable, and you couldnât tell if it was intimidation or something else entirely that had your heart racing.
Joel stepped closer, his eyes softening just a fraction. âYou need help with those bags?â
You shook your head quickly. âNo, Iâve got it. Thanks, though.â Negan leaned against the fence, crossing his arms over his chest. âYou sure? Weâre just a couple of friendly neighbors, always willinâ to lend a hand.â âOr two,â Joel added, his lips quirking into a half-smile.
You laughed nervously, gripping the straps of your bags tighter. âIâm good, really. But thanks.â
They exchanged a look, one that you couldnât quite decipher, before Joel nodded. âAlright then. You know where to find us if you need anything.â Negan tipped his hat, his smirk never wavering. âAnd I do mean anything, darlinâ.â
You watched as they mounted their horses and rode off, their laughter carrying on the wind. As soon as they were out of sight, you let out a breath you didnât realize youâd been holding. Your dadâs voice calling your name snapped you out of your daze, and you hurried toward the house, your mind still reeling from the encounter.
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The next morning, you decided to explore the farm, hoping to clear your head. The air was crisp, and the sound of birds chirping filled the silence. You wandered toward the old barn, where your dad kept his tools and equipment. As you approached, you heard voicesâdeep, familiar voices.Â
âYou think sheâll come around?â Neganâs voice carried a playful tone. âDunno,â Joel replied. âShe seemed pretty skittish.â You froze, your heart pounding in your chest. Were they talking about you? Before you could retreat, Neganâs voice called out.
âWell, well, look who decided to join us.â You turned to see Joel and Negan leaning against the barn, their eyes fixed on you. Joel had a cigarette dangling from his lips, while Negan twirled a piece of straw between his fingers. They looked like theyâd stepped right out of a Western movie, and you felt like the damsel in distress. âDidnât mean to interrupt,â you said, taking a step back.Joel shook his head. âYouâre not interruptinâ. We were just talkinâ about you, actually.âYour eyes widened. âOh?â
Negan pushed off the barn and sauntered toward you, his smirk firmly in place. âYeah, darlinâ. We were wonderinâ if youâd let us show you around. You know, give you the grand tour.â You glanced between them, feeling like a deer caught in headlights. âI, uh, I donât want to be any trouble.â Joel stepped forward, his voice softer this time. âItâs no trouble. Weâd like to get to know you better.â
The way he said it sent a shiver down your spine. There was something in his tone-something that made your stomach flutter. Negan, on the other hand, was all charm and mischief, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
âWhat do you say, sweetheart?â Negan asked, his voice low and teasing. âYou up for a little adventure?âYou hesitated, but something about the way they were looking at youâlike you were the only person in the worldâmade you nod. âOkay. Just⌠donât let me fall off a horse or anything.â
Negan laughed, a rich, hearty sound that made your cheeks heat up. âDonât worry, darlinâ. Weâll take real good care of you.âJoelâs hand brushed against yours as he took one of your bags, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through you. âCâmon,â he said, his voice a low rumble. âLetâs get started.âAs they led you toward the stables, you couldnât help but feel like you were stepping into something much bigger than yourself. The tension between the three of you was undeniable, and you had a feeling this weekend was going to be anything but ordinary.
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Joel and Negan had taken you riding across the fields, their easy banter and playful teasing making you feel both exhilarated and flustered. By the time you returned to your dadâs farmhouse, the sun was dipping below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink. You were still buzzing from the adventure, your cheeks flushed and your heart light.
As you stepped inside, your dad looked up from his newspaper, raising an eyebrow. âWhereâve you been all day?â he asked, his tone casual but curious.âI, uh, met the neighbors,â you said, trying to sound nonchalant. âJoel and Negan. They showed me around.âYour dadâs eyes twinkled with amusement. âThose two, huh? Theyâre quite the characters. Good men, though. Hard workers.â He paused, then added, âWhy donât you invite them over for dinner tomorrow? Be neighborly.â Your stomach did a little flip at the thought of spending more time with them, but you nodded. âSure, Iâll ask them.â
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The next day, you found yourself standing in front of your closet, agonizing over what to wear. You finally settled on a pair of denim shorts and a black tank top, the lace of your bra just barely peeking out at the edges. It was casual but flirty, and you couldnât help but wonder what Joel and Negan would think.
The doorbell rang just as you were finishing up in the kitchen, and you called out to your dad, âIâll get it!â You opened the door to find Joel standing there, looking every bit the rugged cowboy in his plaid shirt and jeans. His hair was slightly damp, as if heâd just showered, and he held a bottle of wine in one hand. His eyes softened as they landed on you, and a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
âHi there, sweetheart,â he said, his voice warm and smooth. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to your cheek, his stubble brushing against your skin. You felt your face heat up instantly, and you hoped he didnât notice how your breath hitched.âHi, Joel,â you managed to say, stepping aside to let him in. âNeganâs not with you?â
âHeâll be here in a bit,â Joel replied, handing you the bottle of wine. âHad somethinâ to take care of first.â
You led him into the living room, where your dad greeted him with a firm handshake. The two of them fell into easy conversation, and you busied yourself in the kitchen, trying to calm your racing heart. Joelâs presence was overwhelming in the best way, and you couldnât help but steal glances at him as he chatted with your dad. Five minutes later, the doorbell rang again. This time, when you opened the door, Negan stood there, his signature smirk already in place.Â
He was dressed in his usual leather jacket and jeans, a six-pack of beer in one hand. His dark eyes swept over you in a way that made your knees weak. âWell, well, darlinâ,â he drawled, his voice dripping with charm. âYou look⌠damn good.â His gaze lingered on the lace of your bra peeking out from your tank top, and you felt your cheeks burn. Before you could respond, he leaned in and kissed your cheek, his lips lingering just a fraction longer than Joelâs had. The scent of leather and cologne filled your senses, and you had to grip the doorframe to steady yourself.
âNegan,â you said, your voice barely above a whisper. âCome on in.â
He stepped inside, his eyes never leaving yours. âThanks, sweetheart. Brought some beer for the occasion.â
You blushed furiously, unable to form a coherent response. Negan chuckled, clearly enjoying the effect he had on you, and followed you into the living room. He greeted your dad with a hearty handshake and a joke, and soon the three of them were laughing like old friends.
As you set the table, you couldnât help but feel the tension in the air. Joelâs quiet intensity and Neganâs bold charm created a dynamic that was both thrilling and nerve-wracking. Every time Joelâs eyes met yours, you felt a jolt of electricity, and every time Negan flashed you that devilish grin, your stomach did somersaults.
Dinner was a lively affair, filled with stories and laughter. Joel was surprisingly sweet, offering to help you clear the table and refill your glass of wine. Negan, on the other hand, was relentless in his teasing, his comments always toeing the line between flirty and inappropriateâthough he kept it toned down around your dad. At one point, you caught Joelâs eye as you licked your fork in a slow, deliberate motion, your lips curling into a subtle smirk. His gaze darkened, and he shifted in his seat, clearly affected. Negan, sitting across from you, noticed the exchange and raised an eyebrow, a sly grin spreading across his face. Your dad, engrossed in a story about the farm, didnât notice a thing.
After dinner, Negan leaned back in his chair and stretched. âMind if I use your bathroom?â he asked your dad.âUpstairs, first door on the left,â your dad replied, gesturing toward the staircase. Negan nodded and headed upstairs, his boots thudding against the wooden steps. As he reached the landing, he noticed a slightly open drawer in your room. Curiosity got the better of him, and he peeked inside. His eyes landed on a pair of cute pink lace panties with a delicate ribbon on the front. He bit his lip, his mind racing with thoughts he knew he shouldnât be having.
âDid you find it?â your dad shouted from downstairs, snapping Negan out of his reverie.
âYeah, got it!â Negan called back, quickly closing the drawerâthough not all the wayâand making his way to the bathroom. He took a deep breath, trying to shake the image of those panties from his mind, but it was no use. When he returned downstairs, he avoided your gaze, though you noticed the faint flush on his cheeks. Joel, ever observant, raised an eyebrow but didnât say anything.
After Joel and Negan left, you went upstairs to your room and noticed the drawer slightly ajar, the pink panties peeking out. A slow smile spread across your face as you realized what had happened. You chuckled to yourself, feeling a mix of embarrassment and satisfaction.âThose cowboys,â you muttered under your breath, shaking your head. âWhat am I going to do with them?â
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The next morning, the sun was already high in the sky, casting a warm glow over the farm. You woke up to the sound of your dad groaning in the living room. He was sprawled on the couch, one arm draped over his eyes, looking every bit the picture of a man whoâd had one too many beers the night before.Â
âDad?â you called out, trying not to laugh. âYou okay?â He groaned again, waving a hand in your direction. âJoel called. Said heâd come over to help me with the fence on the south side of the property. But I⌠I donât think Iâm gonna make it, kiddo.â
You bit back a laugh, walking over to him. âYouâre hungover, arenât you?â
He peeked at you from under his arm, his face pale but amused. âMaybe. Just a little. That Negan and his damn beer⌠I swear, that man could drink a horse under the table.â
You chuckled, shaking your head. âItâs okay, Dad. Iâll help Joel. You just rest.â He sighed in relief, giving you a grateful smile. âYouâre a lifesaver, sweetheart. Tell Joel Iâll owe him one.â
You nodded, heading back to your room to get ready.
You decided to wear a white tank top that hugged your figure just right, the neckline dipping just enough to show a hint of cleavage. Your jean shorts were a little shorter than usual, riding high on your thighs, and you paired them with your red cowboy boots. You glanced in the mirror, running a hand through your hair, and smiled. You looked good, and you knew it.
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When you stepped outside, the heat of the day hit you like a wall. You spotted Joel in the distance, bent over the hood of his truck, his muscles straining as he worked on something under the hood. His plaid shirt was tied around his waist, leaving him in a plain white short sleeve top that clung to his broad shoulders and strong arms. You felt your stomach flutter as you approached him.
âHey, Joel!â you called out, waving as you got closer.
He straightened up, wiping sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. His brown eyes landed on you, and a slow, easy smile spread across his face. âWell, hey there, sweetheart. Whatâre you doinâ out here?âYou shrugged, trying to act casual despite the way your heart was racing. âDadâs a little⌠under the weather. Said he owed you one for bailing on the fence.â
Joel chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that sent shivers down your spine. âThat old man ainât washed up against a little hangover, huh? But thatâs alright. Iâll take good care of ya, darlinâ.â
You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through your chest at the way he said âdarlinââ in that thick Texan drawl of his. You stood there for a moment, watching as he went back to working on his truck. His hands were rough and calloused, but they moved with a precision that was almost mesmerizing. You couldnât help but notice the way his muscles flexed under his shirt, the fabric clinging to his chest and stomach.
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The next two hours were a blur of chores. Joel had you helping him with everything from fixing the fence to hauling hay bales. He was patient with you, showing you how to do things the right way, but there was always that undercurrent of tension between you. Every time his hand brushed against yours, or his eyes lingered on you a little too long, you felt your breath catch.
Finally, Joel gestured to his truck. âAlright, darlinâ. Last chore of the day. Gonna need you to help me wash this olâ girl.â You nodded, grabbing a bucket and filling it with water from the hose. Joel did the same, and for a moment, the two of you worked in silence, scrubbing the truck down. But then, out of nowhere, Joel splashed a handful of water at you, hitting you square in the chest.
You gasped, the cold water soaking through your tank top. âJoel!â you squealed, glaring at him. He laughed, a deep, hearty sound that made your stomach flip. âWhat? Just tryinâ to cool you off, sweetheart.âYou narrowed your eyes, a mischievous grin spreading across your face. âOh, youâre gonna regret that.â
Before he could react, you scooped up a handful of water and threw it at him, hitting him right in the chest. His shirt clung to his body, and you couldnât help but stare at the way it revealed the outline of his muscles. He had that perfect dad bodâstrong and solid, with just the right amount of softness. You bit your lip, crossing your legs as you felt a heat pool in your stomach.
Joel noticed the way you were looking at him, and his smile turned into something darker, more intense. He ran a hand through his wet hair, pushing it back from his face, and took a step closer to you. âEyes up here darlinâ,â he said, his voice low and rough.
You didnât have time to respond before his arm was around your waist, pulling you against him. His other hand cupped your face, and then his lips were on yours, hot and demanding. Your hands flew to his neck, tangling in the damp hair at the nape of his neck as you deepened the kiss. It was unlike anything youâd ever experiencedâraw, passionate, and completely overwhelming.
Joelâs hands moved down your body, one gripping your waist while the other slid under your ass, lifting you effortlessly onto the hood of his truck. You gasped into his mouth as he kissed you again, his lips moving to your neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. Your head fell back, a moan escaping your lips as his hands roamed over your body.
His fingers found the button of your jeans, and before you could even think to stop him, he had them undone, sliding them down just enough to reveal the cute pink lace panties you were wearingâthe same ones Negan had seen the day before. Joel let out a low groan, his eyes dark with desire. âFuck, darlinâ. Youâre so damn cute.âYou blushed, but before you could say anything, his hand was sliding your panties to the side, his thick fingers finding your wet folds. You moaned, your hips bucking against his hand as he slid a finger inside you, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit. The sensation was overwhelming, and you couldnât help but cry out, your hands gripping his shoulders for support.
Joel kissed you again, his lips swallowing your moans as he worked you with his fingers. But then, just as quickly as it had started, he pulled away, cursing under his breath. He slid your shorts back up, his hands trembling slightly, and took a step back. âJoel?â you asked, your voice shaky and confused.He ran a hand over his face, his breathing heavy. âI⌠I gotta go,â he said, his voice rough. âIâm sorry, darlinâ. I shouldnât haveâŚâ He trailed off, shaking his head before turning and walking away, leaving you sitting on the hood of his truck, your heart racing and your body aching for more.
You continued washing Joelâs truck and were so deep in your thoughts that you didnât hear Negan approach until his voice broke the silence.
âHi there, gorgeous,â he said, that signature smirk playing on his lips. You turned to see him leaning against the fence, his dark eyes fixed on you. He looked as effortlessly handsome as ever, his leather jacket slung over one shoulder and his jeans hugging his legs just right.
âHey, Negan,â you replied, trying to sound casual despite the way your heart skipped a beat.
He tilted his head, studying you. âEverything alright? You look a little⌠sad.â
You shook your head quickly, forcing a smile. âNo, Iâm fine. Just⌠thinking.â Negan raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced, but he didnât push. Instead, his gaze dropped slightly, and you realized your tank top had ridden up, revealing the white bow of your cute lace panties peeking out above your shorts. His eyes lingered for a moment, and you felt your cheeks flush as he raised an eyebrow, a slow grin spreading across his face.
âWhereâs Joel?â he asked, his voice casual but his eyes still fixed on you.
âDunno,â you replied, tugging your tank top down self-consciously. âSomewhere inside, I think.âNegan nodded, his smirk never wavering. âThanks, darlinâ.â He stepped closer, and before you could react, he slapped your ass playfully, his hand lingering to give it a soft rub. You gasped, your eyes widening as he leaned in to kiss your ear, his breath warm against your skin.âI know youâre wearing those cute panties, babygirl,â he whispered, his voice low and teasing. âDonât be naughty, or Iâll snitch to your dad.â
You opened your mouth to protest, but he was already walking away, laughing to himself as he headed toward the house. You stood there, your heart racing and your body tingling from his touch. He had a way of leaving you flustered and wanting more, and this time was no exception.
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Negan stepped inside the house, calling out for Joel. âJoel? You in here, old man?â Joel appeared at the top of the stairs, his expression unreadable. âWhat do you want, Negan?â
Negan grinned, leaning against the doorframe. âDidnât know that pretty little thing was visiting you. Her dadâs hungover or something?â Joel chuckled, though there was a tension in his shoulders. âYeah, something like that.â
Neganâs sharp eyes didnât miss the way Joel avoided his gaze. âSomething happen?â he asked, his tone casual but probing. Joel sighed, running a hand through his hair. âFuck, man⌠I screwed up.â Neganâs eyebrows shot up. âYou fuck her?â Joel shook his head slightly, his voice low. âI, uh⌠kissed her. And⌠put one finger in her.â Neganâs eyes widened, and he let out a low whistle. âFuck, Joel. Howâd her pussy feel?â
Joel rolled his eyes, though there was a hint of a smirk on his lips. âMan, sheâs the daughter of our neighbor. And like, twenty years younger than us.â Negan laughed, a deep, hearty sound. âHell yeah, so her pussyâs even tighter. Fuck, Iâd do anything to hit that.â
Joel chuckled, though there was a flicker of something darker in his eyes. âGo ahead. I think sheâs really craving some old man dick right now.â
Negan feigned offense, placing a hand over his heart. âWho you callinâ old?â He paused, his smirk returning. âYou think sheâd wanna take two old dicks? Think she could handle that?â
Joelâs eyes widened, and for a moment, he looked like he was considering it. The thought of it made his blood run hot, and he cleared his throat, trying to maintain some semblance of control. âNegan⌠I donât know, man.â Negan stepped closer, his voice dropping to a low, suggestive tone. âFuck, Joel, sheâs dressed like a slut. Sheâs wearing those fucking panties for a reason. Didnât she love it when your one finger got inside her? Imagine how sheâd go crazy for your dick, huh?â
Joelâs hand rubbed the back of his neck, his mind racing. He knew it was wrong, but the thought of having youâof sharing you with Neganâwas too tempting to ignore. Finally, he nodded, his voice barely above a whisper. âFine. Letâs take her upstairs.â
Neganâs grin widened, and he clapped Joel on the shoulder. âThatâs what Iâm talkinâ about.â
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Negan walked back outside, where you were still standing by the truck, trying to calm your racing heart. He approached you with that same confident swagger, his eyes gleaming with mischief.Â
âHi there, cutie,â he said, his voice smooth as honey. He lowered himself to whisper in your ear, his breath warm against your skin. âYou still wet? âCause your daddies got a surprise for you.âBefore you could register what was happening, he scooped you up in his arms, carrying you bridal-style toward the house. You gasped, your arms instinctively wrapping around his neck as he laughed, the sound rich and deep.
âNegan, what are youâ?â you started, but he cut you off with a wink.âJust relax, babygirl. Youâre gonna love this.âHe carried you inside, where Joel was waiting at the bottom of the stairs. His eyes met yours, and for a moment, you saw a flicker of hesitationâbut it was quickly replaced by something darker, something that made your stomach flip. âUpstairs,â Joel said, his voice low and commanding.Negan didnât need to be told twice. He carried you up the stairs, his grip firm but gentle, and you felt your heart pounding in your chest.Â
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Joel led the way, his broad shoulders filling the hallway as he guided Negan to his bedroom. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of a bedside lamp casting shadows across the king-sized bed. Negan laid you down gently on the mattress, his eyes never leaving yours.
You propped yourself up on your elbows, your heart racing as you took in the sight of the two men standing at the foot of the bed. Joelâs arms were crossed over his chest, his piercing eyes dark with desire. Negan stood beside him, one hand rubbing his beard as he stared at you with a hunger that made your stomach flip.
âFuck, darlinâ,â Negan said, his voice low and rough. âYouâre so damn sexy.â
You felt a blush creep up your cheeks, but you didnât look away. The way they were looking at youâlike you were the most beautiful thing theyâd ever seenâmade you feel powerful and vulnerable all at once.
âTake off your top,â Negan ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Your hands trembled slightly as you reached for the hem of your tank top, pulling it over your head and tossing it aside. You were left in nothing but your bra, the lace barely containing your breasts. Joelâs eyes darkened as he stepped closer, his gaze raking over your exposed skin.
He reached out, his calloused fingers gently tilting your chin up so you were looking into his eyes. Without a word, he leaned down and captured your lips in a searing kiss. His mouth was hot and demanding, and you melted into him, your hands gripping his shoulders for support. As he deepened the kiss, his lips trailed down to your neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin and making you gasp and your bra strap fell down your shoulder.
Joelâs hands moved to the back of your bra, his fingers deftly unhooking the clasp and letting the fabric fall away. He lowered the cup, exposing your perked nipple to the cool air. âHow cute,â he murmured, his breath hot against your skin. He moved slightly so Negan could see, and you locked eyes with the man, your heart pounding in your chest.Negan bit his lip, his eyes dark with desire. âFuck, Joel, sheâs perfect.â
Before you could respond, Joelâs mouth was on your nipple, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bud before he sucked it into his mouth. You moaned, your back arching off the bed as pleasure shot through you. Joel bit down gently, the sharp sting making you cry out.
Meanwhile, Negan was busy pulling off your shorts, his hands sliding down your thighs as he revealed your lace panties. âFuck, I can see how wet you are, darlinâ,â he said, his voice rough with need. âJoel, look at this.â
Joel hummed against your nipple, his hands moving to your other breast as he continued to tease you. Negan hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties, pulling them down slowly, agonizingly so. You whined, your hips lifting off the bed in an attempt to speed him up.âOh, is someone impatient?â Negan teased, his smirk widening as he looked down at you. âBe patient, doll. Iâll fuck you soon enough.â
His words sent a jolt of heat straight to your core, and you took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. Finally, your panties were off, and Neganâs fingers were on you, rubbing slow circles over your clit. You whimpered, your hips bucking against his hand as he added two fingers inside you without warning. âFuck!â you gasped, your nails digging into the sheets.
âHeard you already took one finger today,â Negan said, his voice dripping with amusement. âSo I know you can handle more, babygirl.â You moaned, the realization that Joel and Negan had been talking about youâabout thisâmaking you even hotter. Joelâs mouth moved to your other nipple, sucking and biting as Neganâs fingers worked you open. The dual sensations were overwhelming, and you could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.
âFuck, sheâs so wet, Joel,â Negan said, his voice strained.âFuck I know,â Joel replied, his lips leaving your breast to capture yours in another deep kiss. When he pulled away, he looked down at you with a wicked grin. âNegan, why donât you let her suck your dick while I eat her sweet pussy?â
Neganâs eyes lit up at the suggestion. âNow THATâS what Iâm talking about.â You barely had time to process what was happening before Joel was spreading your legs, his mouth descending on your pussy with a hunger that made your toes curl. Negan, meanwhile, unbuckled his pants, freeing his cock and positioning himself at your lips.âOpen up, babygirl,â he said, and almost melted at the sight of you.
You obeyed, your mouth widening as Negan slid the tip of his cock past your lips. You licked at the precum, moaning around him as Joelâs tongue delved into your pussy. It felt so good. Joelâs tongue flicking over your clit while Neganâs cock hit the back of your throat made you feel hazy.
Negan gripped your hair, his hips moving slowly as he fucked your mouth. âFuck, youâre so good at this,â he groaned, his eyes locked on yours. Joel added a finger, then another, curling them inside you as he sucked on your clit. The combination of his fingers and tongue had you writhing on the bed, your moans muffled by Neganâs cock. You tried to focus on sucking Negan's dick but the pleasure of Joel's tongue inside you made it very difficult.Â
âFocus on your own pleasure, babygirl I donât wanna cum yet,â Negan said, pulling out of your mouth to give you a moment to breathe. âLet Joel take care of you.â You fell back against the mattress, your chest heaving as Joel continued to work you closer and closer to the edge. His eyes met yours between your thighs, and the intensity in his gaze made your stomach clench. You could feel the pressure building, your orgasm just out of reach.
And then it hit youâhard. You screamed as you squirted on Joel's face, your body convulsing as he rode out your orgasm with his fingers and tongue. Negan watched, his cock in his hand as he stroked himself, his eyes dark with desire.âHoly shit!â Negan yelled, his voice filled with awe. âThat was fucking hot.â You collapsed back onto the bed, your body trembling as Joel finally pulled away, a satisfied smirk on his lips.Â
âFuck, Joel, I wanna feel that sweet pussy around my cock,â Negan said, switching places with Joel. Joel looked at you with soft, sweet eyes, his hand gently rubbing over your cheek before cupping your chin. âYou alright, darlinâ?â he asked. You nodded, biting your lip as you looked up at him with teary eyes.
âFuck, youâre so cute, baby. Do you think your jaw can handle sucking my dick right now?â he asked. You nodded again, and he chuckled. âWords, please,â he said, his voice low and commanding. âYes, Daddy, I wanna suck your dick,â you replied, your voice trembling slightly. His hands moved to unbuckle his belt, and he smirked. âAlright, anything for you baby.â
Negan, now standing by your legs with his pants off, laughed. âDaddy, huh? Thatâs new.â He stripped off his shirt, revealing his toned body adorned with sexy tattoos. He grabbed your thighs, positioning himself at your entrance. You gulped nervously, noticing how big he was.
âDonât worry, doll. Itâll fit,â Negan reassured you with a smirk. He looked into your eyes as he slowly entered you, drawing a moan from your lips. Your hands gripped the sheets tightly as he filled you.âFuck, look at you, stretching for me so good. God, you feel amazing around my cock,â he groaned. You whimpered, still adjusting to his size, and hesitated to take Joel into your mouth.
As negan began moving faster, and the initial sting faded, it was replaced by a hot, pleasurable fullness. Finally, you turned your head toward Joel, who was already anticipating your next move. You propped yourself up on your elbows and took him into your mouth. His precum tasted sweeter than Neganâs, though they were roughly the same size.
You teased the tip of Joelâs cock with your tongue, and he groaned. âFuck, darlinâ, donât tease me,â he said, his voice strained. You glanced up at him through your lashes, smiling around his length.Â
When suddenly, Negan thrust HARD into you, and Joel gripped the back of your head, pushing himself deeper into your mouth. You gagged, drool escaping your lips as Joel held you in place.âFuck, thatâs so hot,â Joel moaned. Negan laughed, his voice rough. âHer pussy clenched so hard just then. Fuck.âThe reality of the situation hit youâyou were here, with two older, incredibly sexy men. It felt surreal, like a dream. Joel snapped you out of your thoughts when he spoke up.
âNegan, can I feel her pussy for a second?â Joel asked. Negan nodded, pulling out of you with a wet sound that made you gasp. Joel withdrew from your mouth and moved to your front, entering you without warning. You cried out, the sudden fullness overwhelming.
âHolyyy shit,â Joel said, looking over at Negan, who laughed. âI know, right? Itâs like a virgin pussy, but we both know she ainât. Am i right you fucking slut?â Negan said, his tone teasing. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a heated kiss that quickly turned into a full-on makeout session. Joel continued thrusting into you, his head falling back as he lost himself in the sensation.
Your orgasm was building, but Joel suddenly pulled out. âI wanna cum in her mouth,â he said to Negan, who nodded. âI get to breed her?â Negan asked, a smirk playing on his lips.
âYeah, go ahead. I wanna see her swallow my seed like the good girl she is,â Joel replied. He positioned himself at your mouth again and entered it. You could taste yourself on him just as Negan reentered you. He lifted one of your legs over his shoulder, angling himself to hit your G-spot with every thrust. âFuck Neganâ you moaned.
âCall me Daddy,â Negan demanded, his voice rough. âDaddy,â you moaned, your voice breaking as he pinched your clit, sending sparks of pleasure through you.âGood girl,â he praised, his pace relentless and softly rubbing your clit now.
Your mind was spinning, overstimulated but craving more. You felt your orgasm approaching again, and Joel was close too. He gripped your head tighter, moving you faster on his cock until tears streamed down your cheeks.
With a groan, Joel came, his head falling back as he spilled into your mouth. You swallowed every drop, licking his tip clean as he pulled away. âFuck, thatâs so hot,â Joel said, tucking himself back into his pants. He sat down in a rocking chair, watching as Negan continued to fuck you. Neganâs thrusts grew harder, and you finally came, your body trembling as you squirted around his cock. He groaned, filling you with his release.
âFuck, I hope youâre on birth control, babygirl, âcause thatâs a big load,â he said, his voice ragged. You moaned at the feeling of his warmth inside you, but suddenly, your vision blurred. Your eyes rolled back, and everything went black as you collapsed.
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After a few minutes, you slowly stirred awake, your head resting comfortably on Joel's pillow. As your vision cleared, you noticed both men standing nearby, their eyes fixed on you with a mix of concern and amusement. Joel sat on the edge of the bed, his hand gently brushing through your hair in a soothing motion. Negan, leaning against the wall, smirked down at you, his arms crossed over his chest.
"W-What happened?" you asked, your voice soft and slightly disoriented as you tried to piece together the last moments before everything went dark.Negan chuckled, his deep voice filling the room. "You passed out, sweetheart. Couldn't handle my cock after all, huh? You squirted like crazy,damn, it was something else." His words were laced with pride, but there was a teasing glint in his eyes that made your cheeks flush with embarrassment.
You instinctively looked away, feeling exposed and vulnerable. Negan noticed your discomfort and quickly moved to sit beside you on the bed. His large hand rested on your thigh, his touch surprisingly gentle as he tried to reassure you. "Hey, shh, it's okay, baby. Don't be embarrassed. We loved every second of it. You were incredible," he said, his tone softer now, almost tender.
Joel, who had been quietly observing, finally spoke up. His voice was calm and steady, a stark contrast to Negan's playful demeanor. "I'll go tell your dad you're taking a nap. I'll say you did a good job with helping me and got tired." He gave you a small, reassuring smile and a wink before standing up and heading toward the door.
ŕ˝ŕ˝˛âĄŕ˝ŕž â summary; Negan canât seem to tell you no, even when youâre out together (Negan Smith x fem!reader)
ŕ˝ŕ˝˛âĄŕ˝ŕž â warnings; established relationship, reader is neganâs girlfriend and not one of his wives, they fuck on the way home from a ârunâ, think of it as you will, smut, minors do not interact!!!, unprotected p in v, creampie (canât help myself, sorry), car sex obvs, somewhat soft!negan at points??, but thatâs it?
ŕ˝ŕ˝˛âĄŕ˝ŕž â word count; 1,664 words
ŕ˝ŕ˝˛âĄŕ˝ŕž â a/n; sound like iâm full of excuses on being an unreliable writer, but i did infact eat stovies instead of writing this on time. itâs 5am, my badÂ
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Negan had told you no to going out with him over and over, but you didnât listen. you insisted on him taking you out on the run.
but on the drive back to the Sanctuary, you proved to him exactly why he didnât want to take you.
your hand rested on his thigh, unmoving at first as he continued the drive home, his eyes focused on the road.Â
and then your fingers started to move along his denim covered thigh, trailing closer and closer to what you truly wanted from him.
âbehaveâ
he told while prying your hand away from his crotch, his tone unyielding and leaving no room for protests.
âplease baby?â
you asked him, already reaching back across the car to trail your finger across the bulge in his jeans.
his hips shifted under your touch, subtly rocking against your hand as he continued to pretend to be focused on the road, even as his attention was making a 180 towards you.
âdriving here, sweetheartâ
Negan told, but his warning fell on deaf ears as you pushed your hand against his bulge, making a low groan tumble from his lips.
the thing was, Negan enjoyed this little back and forth, he always did, even if he put out that he didnât.
he just wanted to see how far youâd go before stopping.
instead of pulling your hands away from him or making any effort to move away, you worked open his belt, humming to yourself as you tugged down his zipper.
âshit really?â
his eyes flicked between you and the road, catching glimpses of you as your hand slid under the waistband of his boxers to wrap around his cock.
a groan fell from his lips as you started to pump his cock, stroking him languidly as he hardened in your touch.
âwe can keep going like this if you wantâ
you told, moving your hand along his length as he throbbed and leaked into your palm, making a smirk plaster itself across your face.
Negan, however, was already a groaning mess as your hand worked him to his full hardness, easily pulling his cock out from the confines of his boxers.
he looked down at your hand on his dick, the head of him leaking precum before your thumb slid across his slit, spreading his arousal and using it to ease each stroke of your hand.
âfuck.. you want fucked? fineâ
his hand on the steering wheel easily turned the wheel until he was pulling over to the side of the road, and then putting the car in park.
you giggled as he leaned over and into your space, both hands cradling your face as he kissed you deeply, his tongue plundering your mouth to move against yours.
a moan tore from your throat as your hand on his cock loosened its hold, easily losing yourself in the kiss until Negan pulled back with a smirk, whispering against your lips.
âbackseatâ
was all he said before you clambered into the backseat, giggling again as he followed after you and settled on his knees between your legs.
Negan kissed you again, his hands tugging down and off your jeans, and then your underwear, baring your core to his hungry gaze.
he groaned at the sight, using his knees to push your legs further apart.
âfuck youâre soakedâ
you rocked your hips towards him, trying to pull him closer and to where you needed him, but he stayed in place admiring your cunt.
âthat from teasing me?â
he asked, sliding his right hand along the back of your thigh, pushing your leg up and against your chest, opening you up more to him.
his eyes roamed shamelessly across your body, taking in every inch of you as you spoke again.
âcan you actually fuck me now instead of just admiring?â
Negan chuckled, nodding to himself as he wrapped his own hand around his cock, stroking himself twice before positioning the head at your entrance.
the old car seat creaking beneath you as he pushed in, pulling a string of moans from your lips as he sank inch after inch into your warmth until he bottomed out.
âfuck sheâs tightâ
he commented, laying his forearms on the seats on either side of your head as his body caged yours in, hiding you from view of the window behind him.
both of you stayed like that for a long minute, Negan letting you adjust to his size until you nodded slowly, giving him the go ahead to start moving.
his hips pulled back until onto the head of him remained inside, before he was pushing forward, earning another moan as he started a steady pace.
your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer while he continued to rock into you, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he murmured out.
âthis what you wanted? fucked on the side of the road where anyone could see if they go by?â
you could only moan in response, your left hand tangling in his hair to pull him into a kiss, moaning into his mouth as he gave another sharp thrust.
the car rocked with the force of Neganâs thrusts, the head of his cock hitting that spot already while he pulled your leg high around his hip to deepen the angle.
âfuck Negan!â
he hummed at your moans, nipping at your bottom to lip to part your lips, letting your moans fall freely.
âall you had to do was askâ
Negan told, his hips rocking into you with more force while your walls rippled around him.
pleasure had already painted itself across your face, warmth spreading through your body and continuing to spread with every knock of Neganâs hips into yours.
the car was filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, each thrust of his hips causing his thighs to smack against the backs of yours, along with your joint moans.
your wetness followed each lewd smack of skin on skin, causing his cock to drive into you with more and more ease as he went on.
âfuck..â
you mewled, clinging to Negan as he angled his hips, his knees digging into the plush material of the cars seat as he deepened his thrusts, hitting that one spot that had your moans growing louder and lewder.
he leaned in to kiss you again, smirking against your lips as you clung desperately to him.
âshit you close already?â
his tone was teasing, almost condescending if you looked deep enough, but you didnât care, not now.
Negan grunted as your walls spasmed desperately around him, pulling him in deeper before another throaty groan pulled from his chest.
âcum for me sweetheart, make a messâ
the head of his cock hit that spot again as he murmured against your lips, nipping at your bottom lip before kissing you again, pushing his tongue into your mouth to move against yours.
every thrust he gave hit the spot with more precision than the last, sending your hurtling closer and closer.
a muffled moan of his name left you as your back arched up into him, teetering on the edge with a whine.
âlet go, iâve got youâ
he murmured, pressing softer kisses across your jaw and throat while pleasure continued to buzz through your body.
Neganâs lips brushed against your pulse point, sucking at the skin until another moan left you.
âNegan.. i canât, itâs..â
you cut yourself off as he hit the spot over and over, using all your bodyâs cues that he was pleasing you just right, another louder moan falling from your lips as he played your body just right.
âcum for meâ
he told, nodding as your protests died on your tongue.
the car rocked and creaked as he gave another sharp thrust, another moan tumbling from your lips as he sent you over the edge with a soft cry of his name.
âthatâs it, there she isâ
his lips pressed to yours in another kiss, swallowing down the string of moans that tore from your throat as your walls spasmed around him, indicating your orgasm while your release.
Neganâs hips faltered, the tight grip you had on him causing him to lose his pace.
âthatâs my girlâ
he murmured against your lips, giving another deep thrust before he followed you over the edge.
your walls fluttered around him again, squeezing his cock just right as he buried himself to the hilt, rutting shallowly into your warmth as he spilled himself into you.
âtake it baby, thatâs itâ
his voice was wrecked, his usual cocky bravado gone and now replaced with that primal need he only seemed to have for you in moments like these.
Negan rested his forehead against your shoulder, taking a deep breath while your fingers combed through his hair, the weight of your joint orgasm settling between you.
after a long minute, Negan spoke up.
âreally couldnât have waited?â
you rolled your eyes, pushing his face away while a smile tugged at your lips.
âshut up, as if you didnât want that tooâ
he chuckled softly, unhooking your arms from around his neck before he was sitting back on his knees, reluctantly pulling out of you with a low groan.
his eyes fell to the apex of your thighs, watching some of his release spill from your warmth.
âalways want it with youâ
you leaned back on your elbows, watching as he tucked himself back into his jeans and worked down his belt, only leaning back over you to steal a kiss once his dick was comfortably hidden away from you once more.
âyou gonna behave now?â
a teasing smile made its way across your face at his words, mischief dancing in your eyes and making Negan shake his head.
he helped you pull on your underwear and trousers, hiding away the mess between your thighs as you spoke, a teasing lilt to your words.
âno promisesâ
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that one lollipop chainsaw animation trend but itâs clouis!!
also gonna post these separately:
this was for an animation thingy I posted on tiktok :p I think my fav is negan clem, it was so fun to draw lucille:D (slight nod to that one negan cameo that never happened in the games)
