Okay, darlin', let's just imagine for a minute that you’re the one and only in Negan Smith’s life. Forget the Savior compound, forget the walkers for just a little bit. It's your birthday, and Negan? He’s all about making it unforgettable. Here's how I think he'd do it:
Forget gentle whispers and soft kisses. Okay, MAYBE there's a kiss or two. But expect to be woken up with a playful shout of, "Rise and shine, birthday girl! The world awaits your awesomeness!"
He'd probably have already made coffee, strong and black just the way he (thinks) you like it. It might be a little rough around the edges, but the effort is what counts, right?
A single, slightly squashed wildflower found who-knows-where will be presented with a cheeky grin. He’s not exactly subtle, but the gesture is sweet.
Forget fancy silverware and linen napkins. This is the apocalypse, people! Think more along the lines of a sturdy tray balanced precariously on the edge of the bed.
The breakfast itself? Scavenged goods, elevated. Maybe some canned peaches transformed into a surprisingly delicious cobbler, or perfectly cooked eggs (somehow!) with a side of crispy, suspiciously delicious…something.
Expect a LOT of teasing and playful banter during breakfast. Negan's not one for quiet mornings. He’ll want to hear about your birthday wishes and what you're hoping for in the year ahead.
Negan wouldn't force you to do anything strenuous on your birthday. He’d probably try to get you out of whatever chores you normally do.
A leisurely stroll through the woods, hand-in-hand, would definitely be on the agenda, maybe aiming for that one spot where the sunlight always seems perfect.
He might even try his hand at surprising you with some small gift he “found”
Don’t expect diamonds and pearls, sweetie. Resources are scarce! But what he does give you will be thoughtful, in its own Negan-y way.
Maybe he painstakingly repaired that old, broken necklace you loved. Or maybe he carved you a little wooden figurine that vaguely resembles you (emphasis on vaguely).
Regardless of what it is, he'll present it with genuine pride and a hopeful look in his eyes, wanting nothing more than to see you smile.
Forget Michelin stars. This is all about communal effort and making the most of what they have.
Everyone at the compound would be involved in some way, contributing whatever meager ingredients they can spare.
Expect a slightly chaotic, but undeniably heartwarming, atmosphere filled with laughter, singing (off-key, mostly), and heartfelt well wishes.
Negan himself would likely be in charge of grilling whatever meat they managed to find, basting it with a secret (and probably questionable) marinade.
After the feast, Negan would steal you away for some alone time.
A blanket spread out under the stars, a bottle of scavenged (and probably watered-down) whiskey, and just the two of you.
This is where the softer side of Negan comes out. He’d actually listen to you, really listen, holding your hand tight as you share your hopes and dreams.
He might even tell you a story about his past, something he rarely does, letting you see a glimpse of the man he was before the world went to hell.
As the night winds down, Negan would hold you close, whispering promises of protection and undying affection.
He'd tell you how much you mean to him, how you've brought light and hope into his life, and how he can't imagine facing another day without you.
And as you drift off to sleep in his arms, you’d know, without a doubt, that even in the apocalypse, you are loved. Deeply and fiercely.
So there you have it. A birthday with Negan Smith. It wouldn't be perfect, it wouldn't be fancy, but it would be real. It'd be filled with his unique brand of love, loyalty, and a surprising amount of genuine affection. And honestly, darlin', what more could a girl ask for?
Farmer Wants a Mistress / farmer!negan x richbrat!reader / 18+ / AU
Summary: Living the good life since you married into money, you’ve become desensitised to the more simple ‘live off the land’ lifestyle of your sister. Her husband Negan sets out to teach a harsh lesson for you not to be so judgemental.
Warnings: infidelity, brat!reader, smut, rough sex elements, use of “hayseed hick” which are derogatory terms for a farmer, degrading terms, outside/forest sex, spitting, choking, negan is a warning in its self, mean!negan, slapping, dumbification (slightly), oral (male receiving), slight hint of dacryphilia
A/N: i need sedating, this GIF, oh my good LORD. fyi, i do not condone anyone looking down on another person for their profession/how much they work or earn, this is purely fiction and the needed attitude for the brat character/reader! also i’m telling you now, reader is a BRAT, like ‘Wild Child’ Poppy Moore level of brat, if that isn’t your thing, this probably isn’t the fic for you! 🤍
“god, i don’t know why i even let you drag me here, we are in the middle of nowhere.” you huffed, using the inflight magazine you’d taken from the flight to fan yourself off, unaccustomed to the sweltering heat of texas this time of year. your sister’s grip of the steering wheel got tighter, trying to hold her tongue at your obvious annoyance.
“i’m so sorry it’s such a inconvenience for you to visit your only sister, which by the way, you only do once a year.” she sniped back, rolling her eyes. adjusting your sunglasses on your nose, you stared out at the crop farmlands as you drove past, a vast difference to the city skyscrapers you were used to back home. “look, i’m just not the biggest fan of farms, or farm animals. they smell and it’s just too much work! why you ever let yourself marry into this, i’ll never understand.” you quipped back, throwing the magazine down into your lap as it wasn’t doing anything to help your rising body temperature.
like she had said, you only ever made the journey from new york to texas once a year to visit your sisters side of the family, granted it was only the two of them. her and her farmer husband, Negan, born into a farmer family himself, he’d taken over the land once his parents had moved on, settling for a smaller place, unable to keep working due to age. him and your sister had married a year after you and your own husband had, the two men couldn’t have been more different if they tried.
your own husband was a banker, giving you a penthouse apartment, what seemed like a unlimited supply of money and multiple trips away every year to the most luxurious resorts and locations. growing up poor and then overnight having more money than you knew what to do with had changed you, you wouldn’t deny that.
you couldn’t remember the last time you had bought anything that wasn’t designer, having your hair done monthly and various spa weekends, keeping yourself in tip top condition. you and her led very separate and different lives, you couldn’t help but feel like she’d got the short end of the deal, slaving away on a godawful ranch seven days a week.
she finally pulled up to the front of the farm, the slightly open window forcing you to smell the various animals that were loitering around outside of the barn next to the rustic-styled house. the exposed white wood of the front porch, multi-coloured chicken wind chime made of bamboo hung off the plinth of the patio, making small clinking noises from the slight wind that gathered up the dust of the grain. all these elements together started to remind you that you were far from your own home comforts of proper electricity and pleasant smells.
you opened your door, being careful not to step in the mud that was right under your feet, your stiletto heel digging into the soft ground. walking around to the back of the car, you opened the trunk, taking out your louis vuitton suitcase, stopping in your tracks when you realised you didn’t want to put it on the muddy ground. “have you got something you can take these in on?” you questioned, your sister looking at you in disbelief.
“jesus christ doll, it’s goddamn mud! it’ll wash off, don’t get your panties in a twist.” you whipped your head around to the bellowing deep voice, eyes setting on him as he made his way over to the car. you moved one of your hands off the handle of the suitcase to your hip to jaunt it out at him. “oh i’m sorry! let me just put my bag, that’s probably worth more than your house, on the dirty ground. i take pride in my possessions Negan.” you retorted, your sister sighing in defeat, taking the bag from your hand and walking with it towards the house. you took your sunglasses off your face, Negan now stood right next to you, his arm leaning on the side of the car, looking at you. dressed in his usual brown cowboy hat, opened mustard yellow flannel shirt with a slightly off white tank top underneath, cargo trousers with a thick black belt to keep them up. the long, black leather pendant sitting just above his naval.
“i always love when the city mouse comes to visit, you ready for a week in hell, princess?” he laughed, rolling around a toothpick between his pearly white teeth. not that you had anything against the man before he married your sister but he absolutely revelled in mocking you whenever you came to stay, you imagined he saw you nothing more than a spoiled little girl, not understanding that you just preferred the finer things, even if you were a bit of a snob when it came to his way of life. not that you really cared for his opinion on you. you’d imagine that if circumstances had been different, you would have been attracted to such a handsome man, if only he’d change that usual cowboy get up for a nice three piece suit.
“if it isn’t the hayseed hick himself, how are you darling?” you threw your insults right back at him, this was just how you communicated with each other, both of you had tongues as sharp as swords. you grabbed your other bag from inside the trunk of the car, moving to take it to the house before his large hand grasped over yours that was on the leather handle. “let me take it, wouldn’t want you to break a nail, princess.” Negan laughed, before using his other hand to close the trunk firmly, causing you to jump slightly out of its way. you followed closely behind him, Negan taking wide strides, his hips moving slightly as his forearm muscles tensed from the weight of your bag in his hand.
“did you pack for the month or something? jesus christ.” he managed to huff out, even with how strong he was, it felt like you’d put rocks in your bag. “not all of us can just take a toothbrush and clean boxers on holiday with us, Negan. not that you’d know much about that, furthest you ever go is the farmers market, is it not?” you bit back, using your hands to push your hair back out of your face, having to put your sunglasses back over your eyes to avoid the harsh dust from getting into your retinas. you pushed past him, walking up the steps to enter the house, a small grimace on your face as you remembered how much your sisters place looked like Dorothy’s house from the Wizard of Oz.
it was honestly like you’d gone through a time machine back to the 1900’s, your sister didn’t even have a TV in the place, no wi-fi or good working signal. Negan followed up behind you, almost denting your case with how harshly he’d placed it near the staircase. “jeez, be careful with that would you!” you exclaimed, picking it back up off the ground, starting to make your way up the stairs, heels making it a difficult feat. Negan started to laugh at you struggling, causing you to turn around to give him a death glare. “i’m glad this is funny to you, most men would be gentlemanly and help a lady with her bags.”
“i would doll, but i don’t see a lady here.” he continued laughing at you, your mouth dropped wide at his rude statement, slightly growling you stomped the rest of the way up the stairs to your assigned room you always stayed in when you came here. god, you couldn’t wait for this week to be over but it was only the start.
“god honey, i know you don’t like the way they do things but this is your sister! she’s family, you have to respect their lifestyle. you are a guest in their house.” you rolled your eyes, your husband clearly wasn’t getting how annoyed and stressed out you were. “i’m honestly trying! you come here and get woken up by a damn cockerel at five am in the morning and see if your still saying the same thing then!” you crossed your arms over your chest with your phone held up to your ear, angrily pacing back and forth on the porch, the only place you could get one bar of signal. it was no use telling your husband the grievances as he’d only been here once and he always seemed to forget how hellish that week had been for him, how he sighed a breath of relief once you got on the plane home.
“you’ve only got a couple more days until you’ll be back here with me, i’ll set you up a appointment with the spa, give you some time to relax, okay?” you smiled, almost jumping with glee. “oh thank you! god knows i’ll need it after being around all these horrid animals.”
“goddamn it!” you turned your head towards a very angry Negan, the hosepipe he’d been using had sprayed all over the front of his clothes, causing the wet fabric to stick against his abdomen. he grabbed the bottom, whipping it over his head, using his strong hands to wring the water from the top. the veins in his arm were in full motion, you could see his muscles flexing, his toned abdomen now on display. the light of the sun caught his frame just right, the hot temperature making the light sheen of sweat mix with the water he’d just got all over his torso. you couldn’t take your eyes off his body, like a mirage in the desert. you’d never found yourself looking at him this way, his dirty mouth turning you off him from the very second he opened it but silent like this, he was a vision.
he could feel a pair of eyes on him, his gaze shooting up to look towards you. “honey? honey? are you still there?” you snapped back into reality, letting out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding in your throat. you turned your back to Negan with a quickness, heat reaching your cheeks as you realised you’d been caught gazing at him. “yeah, i’m here.” you answered your husband.
Negan softly chuckled to himself, already coming up with a rolodex of new material to tease you with.
two days, two days was all you had left to endure before you could take your leave and go back to new york. while you’d like to say you’d had a pleasant experience, that would be far from the truth. your sister had convinced you to do some grunt work while you’d been here and out of sheer boredom due to the lack of entertainment here, you’d begrudgingly agreed.
this had resulted in being bitten by a chicken when trying to retrieve its eggs, causing Negan to nearly die with laughter as you yelped out, a small trail of blood seeping from your finger. he’d took your delicate hand in his rough one to assess the damage, claiming you were being a big baby about it, giving a small kiss to it which made you freeze up at his inappropriate action. you felt it was more just to make you feel more embarrassed, knowing he loved to do things to antagonise you even further. you’d yanked your hand out of his, giving a small noise of disgust before stomping away from him to get a plaster.
you’d been given the more easy task of brushing the horses, claiming you didn’t want to get bitten again and your sister swore the horses were completely domesticated and not prone to acts of aggression.
you’d nearly finished when you saw Negan coming over to you, that small arrogance in the way he sauntered around this place. “any more injures happen today doll?” he asked, leaning on the barn doorway, that usual toothpick in his mouth. you sighed, dropping the brush back in the tack box and crossing your arms over your chest. “no, nothing for you to make fun of me today, i’m afraid.” he pushed himself off the doorframe, taking a couple steps towards you. “come on doll, let’s go for a ride. i need to go and get more firewood from the forest, live a little. i tell you, having the wind blowing past you when you are on the back of these magnificent animals, no feeling like it in the world.” your eyebrow raised a little, you were actually considering it for a good while.
you sighed, not like you had anything better to do. “okay fine! only if you do the actual work. i don’t feel like getting my hands dirty.” you agreed, letting him walk past you to get the riding saddles and strapping them to the horse. he did it with ease, stepping up with his large boot to get his foot into the stirrup, his long leg being thrown over the horses back. he put out his arm to help pull you up on the horse behind him, you’d hadn’t realised how close your groin would have been to his back with you sitting behind him, the feeling making your body betray you with how good it felt to be so close to him.
he started at a slow pace, guiding the horse out of the open stable door, setting off for the wood that you could see vaguely in the distance at the back of the farmland. you’d been holding onto the metal bar that was at the back of the saddle before Negan let out a laugh. “hold on doll!” your face contorted into confusion before Negan gently applied pressure into the horse with his leg causing it to accelerate into a fast gallop. you slightly squealed, taking your hands off the bar and threw your arms around his torso, nearly in death grip, scared of coming off the animal with how much bouncing around you were doing. your hands linked around the front of him, you could feel the hard abdomen muscles underneath his tank top, you knew he’d done this on purpose to either annoy you or try and get you to come off the horse.
the leather underneath you kept rubbing against your core, the bouncing causing your clit to keep hitting the seat, a small wetness gathering on the material of your panties underneath your flowy dress. well, at least horse riding was good for something, you thought to yourself.
you’d finally got into the wood, Negan bringing the horse to a stop, dismounting with you still on the back, tying the reign to a small stump of a tree. “can you help me get off please?” you asked, looking down at how far you were above the ground, getting a little nervous at getting off by yourself. “move your legs to the side and jump down, don’t worry doll, i’ll catch you.” he reassured you, his arms coming out, his fingers moving in a ‘come here’ motion, that stupid grin on his face at your obvious nervousness.
you brought your right leg to the other side of the horse, your palms digging into the saddle, you made no move to jump off, slightly worried about Negan actually catching you. he huffed, grabbing you by your thighs, causing you to let out a slight scream before he pulled you off the horse, his hands sliding from your thighs, trailing up your bodies sides as you slipped down from the height.
your legs were now wide open, your feet finally meeting the ground, Negan’s hands still placed on your waist as you looked up at him. you realised he was still touching you, before you pushed his hands off you, smoothing out your dress. “thank you but i was just about to jump down myself, i didn’t need you to manhandle me, farmer boy.” you snapped, walking away from him to pet the animal. he slightly chuckled, while moving to grab the axe from the satchel that was strapped to the horse.
“sure you were, princess.”
you’d been here for around half a hour, helping Negan by putting the chunks of firewood in the bag on the back of the horse. your hands were red from gripping the wood, trying to avoid getting any splinters, causing you to be quite slow at packing it away.
“you do know, you could go a bit faster doll, we’ll be out here until nightfall if not.” you rolled your eyes at his taunting. “i don’t want any further injuries thank you.”
he growled, obviously annoyed at how unwilling you were to pick up the pace. “look, you might be able to sit around doing absolutely nothing back in your fancy palace at home but i’d rather not get my ass chomped by whatever creature could be lurking in this place, so just pick up the pace, please.” you scoffed, turning around to face him, he had the axe in both hands, his hip slightly twisted to face you. “no, you look! i don’t know what kind of impression you’ve gathered in your head of me, but.. yes i don’t do much work, yes i’d rather play the pretty housewife than go out and bend over backwards for work. if that makes me lazy, then so be it. i can’t help i have a taste for a easier way of life.”
it was now his turn to scoff at you, he threw the axe down to the ground, taking large footsteps towards you, you back yourself up against a tall tree behind you, the sharp bark of it digging into your skin a little. he towered over you before bringing his face closer to yours, his arm just above and slightly to the side of your head, resting on the tree.
“you mean your pretty little life of faking orgasms for your dear clueless husband? faking pleasure so you can continue to use him for his precious fucking money, that the easier way of life you are talking about?” he taunted, you screwed your face up in anger, how dare he?!
“excuse me? how dare you make your false assumptions about my marriage?! who do you think you are?!” you shouted out at him, taking your hands off the bark of the tree to try and push him away from you. not even moving him a inch due to his strong frame, he grabbed your wrists, forcing your hands above your head, digging them into the rough surface.
“oh give me a fucking break sweetheart, you think i didn’t notice the way you looked at me the other day. looked like a damn fucking dog in heat, you need a proper man like me to teach you some fucking manners. the way you look down at me from your ivory tower, i’ve kept the peace for your sisters sake but now i’m getting fucking tired of it, princess.”
“i don’t know what the hell you are talking about! like i’d ever look at your hillbilly ass like that, Negan, you must be joking!” you slowly laughed, truth not really following your words and he could tell. he gave a gravely laugh back, he moved his hand off your wrist, now applying more pressure with the remaining one so you couldn’t move. he moved his other under the skirt of your dress, fingertips brushing your inner thigh.
“let’s take a wager doll, if your panties ain’t fucking soaking for me right now, i’ll let you go. if they are? well, you’re going to get a lesson in basic southern hospitality from good ol’ Negan, let’s see shall we?” you tried to come up with some sort of smart mouth retort, the pure lust in his tone had you silent. his fingertips finally moving over the lace of your panties, his mouth moving to a wide grin when he did indeed find that the material was absolutely soaking wet.
“well, well, well? would you look at that?” he moved the lace to the side, now running his fingers up and down your folds, his fingertips now slick with your juices.
“don’t fucking flatter yourself, farmer boy. i just haven’t had any in months.”
the hand he used to hold your arms quickly pulled off, a slight slap to your cheek, the skin underneath turning red at the motion before he grasped your chin roughly.
“you still never fucking learn do you, you fucking slut. wet over your sisters husband, ain’t so prim and proper now, are you? now i think the only way to finally shut you up is to stuff that pretty fucking mouth with my dick, get on your fucking knees.”
his voice dark, you swallowed hard to be rid of the lump in your throat. he whipped you around so his back was now against the tree, pushing down on your shoulders to get you to your knees, his large frame now looking even more scary looking up at him. he unbuckled his belt, undoing the button of his cargos to pull out his impressively large and already hard cock.
you cried out, small tears leaving your eyes at his size, it was bigger than you’d had before and the thought of it being inside you, scared you to death while also causing your panties to get even wetter.
he laughed, grasping your hair roughly into a painful, makeshift ponytail. “keep those tears coming princess, just makes you even sexier, down there on your knees for me, now open that fucking slutty mouth, i’ve got a present for you.” he grasped the base of his dick, his fingers pulling your hair even more as he guided his cock towards your mouth. you reluctantly opened as wide as you could, the salty precum meeting your tastebuds.
“goddamn! ain’t that the prettiest sight i’ve ever seen!” Negan grunted out, his hips rocking forward to force more of his cock down your throat, the whimpers coming from you making him hiss in pleasure. your spit gathered at the base of him, getting caught in the soft hair there. he was enjoying the sight of you softly crying on your knees for him.
he kept himself buried at the back of your throat, keeping you struggling to breathe, coughing and gagging around his length, Negan throwing his head back at how good your mouth felt wrapped around him like he was. your mouth bobbed up and down against him, you tongue tracing the underside of his length, as he rolled his hips, looking down at you, savouring seeing you completely obedient to his control.
he pulled himself out of your mouth, finally letting you breathe, your throat and jaw burning with the force he’d had held you at.
he forced you up by your hair, moving you over to a large, jagged rock, your back forced against the cold surface.
“spread those pretty legs for me, slut. i want to see how wet you are for me.”
you moved your legs open for him, your feet coming to rest on the side of the rock, knees bent. Negan pulled your dress up to bunch around your torso, he yanked the top of it down, exposing your tits to the cold forest air. he grasped one in his hand, flicking your nipple, giving it a harsh slap afterwards. you yelped at the pleasurable pain of it, your breathing becoming ragged and unsteady. moving your panties to the side again as he had before, he gathered saliva and spat right on your core, the dirtiness of the action causing you to moan. giving a slap to your pussy, you whimpered at the pain that shot through your chest, head thrown back before he threw your leg over his shoulder, pulling your head back by your hair to meet his eyes.
“none of that doll, i want you to look at me while i stretch this pretty pussy out. look at it squeezing for me, begging for me.”
Negan hardened his grasp on your leg, holding on to it, he released your hair to run a finger up your pussy, your juices collecting on them as he bought them up to his mouth, sucking on them.
“you taste fucking divine princess, i’d eat this pretty little pussy all day but you don’t deserve that do you? you need putting in your place, this ain’t meant to be enjoyable for you, now is it?”
he lined up at your opening, letting no time go to waste before he entered you, filling you up to the hilt. you softly moaned when his hips snapped against yours, tightening yourself around his length, the pleasure nearly too much for you to handle. your back scraping against the uncomfortable rock, knowing you’d have cuts afterwards but you were too focused on the situation at hand.
“goddamn princess, absolutely squeezing me, this is what you wanted isn’t it. you may not respect my lifestyle but you couldn’t wait for me to teach you a fucking lesson could you?”
you could only moan, his hand that wasn’t on your leg coming down to wrap around your throat, thumb pressing down on your windpipe, restricting your breathing. it would have scared you, but in a funny way you trusted Negan to guide you through the experiment of a intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure.
his thrusts built up in not only speed but aggression as well, your body contorted into a curve as he pulled you to meet your lips in a rough kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth, biting on your lower lip as his hand still wrapped your throat. your arms gripping onto his broad shoulders, pressing down your nails into his tanned skin.
“i can feel how wet you are, you slut. come on princess, i want to feel you soak my fucking cock.”
your mind was hazy, absolutely cock-drunk from this man, never had you had such pleasure in your marriage, never realising how much the thought of being used would light such a unknown fire inside you.
“nega-negan i’m going to cum, please, can i cum?” you begged, your voice almost stopped as he rammed into you, the pressure on your throat causing your begging to come out as a broken set of words. the thought of something or someone coming along and seeing your sisters husband and you in such a precarious position made your mind run at a thousand miles a hour.
“go on you slut, come all over my cock, i wanna see those pretty eyes roll back into that empty fucking head of yours.”
that was all the permission you needed as you let yourself go, your body trembling, overwhelming pleasure as the shame of what you just allowed your sisters husband to do to you washed over your brain. it was the first time you’d ever squirted in your life, your juices dripping over Negan’s cock as he followed close behind you to his own release.
he came himself with a loud grunt, small whimper mixed in as well. “yeah, let me fill that tight pussy up, want myself dripping down your thighs for the rest of the day princess.”
he let go of your throat, you both trying to catch your breath, your task being harder than his as his choking had almost cut off your circulation. he leaned against your leg, watching as his seed started to slowly spill out of you, laughing at the sight.
“that is fucking gorgeous, look at that! have you learnt your lesson doll?” you weakly nodded, your eyes meeting his.
maybe you could stretch to a couple more visits a year.
"Thank you for coming mom!" you gave her a hug, feeling the warmth of her faux fur coat on your exposed arms. 'If only the pitch was inside instead of outside.' you thought to yourself, goosebumps starting to appear on your body causing you to start shivering. Why the school thought it was a good idea to have a football game in the middle of cold season was unknown to you and the rest of the squad.
Negan made his way over to you, car keys in hand with his black, smooth leather jacket on. He tucked his blood red scarf into the top of his zipped-up jacket, a white and tight t-shirt peaking out from underneath. He looked delicious, a hand resting in his jean pocket as he grew ever closer to you and your mum.
He gave your mum a kiss on the cheek, and turned to you, giving a tight hug. "Hey doll. Good luck for tonight." he spoke, your mum pulling him along to their seats. You huffed, knowing your mum was unintentionally pulling him away from you. You still couldn't believe that she didn't know what you and Negan were doing, you didn't feel guilty at all. You waited on the sidelines for the first whistle to go.
It got to half time, quicker than expected. You ran out onto the football pitch, the rest of the girls following behind you. You saw your mum and Negan watching from the stand, located in the middle near the top. You gave a sly wink, with your mum messing with her phone, knowing she would be none the wiser. Negan could feel his dick stirring in his boxers, he was recalling the time he fucked you on the kitchen countertop in that pretty outfit.
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"Fuck! We need to be careful!" you said, looking over at the floral arrangement that had been knocked over by Negan. He had shoved you onto the top of the counter, being to impatient causing the vase to be knocked over. "Sorry doll, I can't help myself when you're in that little dress!" he laughed, going back to pulling your panties down to your ankles.
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You were just packing your bag, making a mental reminder to put your kit into the wash before going to bed tonight. You said goodbye to all the girls as they left, leaving you alone in the changing room. Your phone beeped loudly, reading a notification that your mom had messaged you. 'Hi honey, I just got called into work! Negan is waiting outside in the car park for you!' you smirked, of cause he would be. You through the phone into the open gym bag, zipping it up. You took your white towel, wrapping it around your naked body. Picking up your washing essentials, you walked over to the gym showers.
You were washing your hair when the shower curtain got ripped across the pole, instinctively you covered your body up. "I've seen it all before baby." Negan laughed, you saw that he had disregarded his clothes to the floor. He stood stark naked, already at full length. "Any room for another?" he asked, a raised brow and a mischievous grin on his face. You rolled your eyes, a smile creeping up. "Go on then, you'll have to earn your place though." He let out a deep chuckle. "Best start now then babygirl." he said, hoisting you legs around his waist.
"Fucking hell, girl. That little dance routine tonight got me harder than fucking steel!" Placing a hand in his hair, you gripped onto his hair and pulled him in to a passionately driven kiss. "Shit doll, I can feel that wet as fuck pussy right on me." you laughed. "We are in a shower, Negan." "It ain't no fucking shower doing that to you, baby girl." You slipped a hand down to your clit, running little circles, heightening your senses and arousing you even more. Negan stroked his cock, feeling it throbbing even more with every stroke. You placed your hand on his, guiding him into you. He began thrusting, your back hitting the wall behind you lightly. You moaned in between the kisses he was giving you, "I want to hear you baby." he grunted, moving from your mouth to your neck. He began leaving little teeth marks, where he had bitten into your soft skin. You knew you had to be careful because of the noticeability of marks and love-bites. You rested your head on Negan's shoulder as he kept thrusting at a fast and consistent pace.
You moved your leg, down to the floor of the small shower. You began meeting Negan thrust for thrust, using your leg to support your weight. You began to clench around his cock, tightening your walls to his pleasure. "Fuck me doll, you still have the tightest little pussy! Even though, big bad Negan has visited one too many times!" he chuckled, you moaned. "Yeah? Well finish me off, Big Bad Negan." you panted, knowing that you had around 5 minutes before the school janitor would come and lock the changing rooms up.
He took your request as a challenge, quickening his pace while changing over from you, taking his thumb to your clit. You moaned, feeling your release grow closer. "Come on baby girl! Just a little more!" he grunted in your ear, knowing what that lower pitch did to you. You felt yourself release, Negan not too far behind. You got on your knees, taking Negan's cock into your hand, mouth on the tip sucking. He placed one of his hands on the wall in front, trying to balance himself as he delivered his cum into your hot mouth. You heard a knock on the door, making your head turn towards it. "Y/N? I have to lock up soon, I'll give you another 5 minutes! I think your dad is waiting outside for you by the way." you laughed, replying.
A knock came at the door. Your mum ran to the door, fixing her hair and rubbing her hands off on her little, white apron. “Hi, Negan and Lucille, come in! Sorry the place is such a tip, I’ve been slaving over the oven all day.” You rolled your eyes, walking into the room. Your high heels clicked against the marble flooring in the foyer. “It’s not even a tip, mum.” You looked over at the two guests, leaning against the open archway.
“Hi, I’m Y/N. Nice to see you sir.” You smirked, placing your hand out to his wife, keeping your eyes on Negan. You raised his wife’s hand up, gazing at the ring on her finger. “Oh that is a beauty! Must have cost a fortune, sir!” Negan placed a small smirk on his face, figuring out your game. “Money's no object for my sweet wife.” He laughed, wrapping an arm around his wife’s shoulders. Your face dropped a little, brushing it off as having to play the adoring husband. “Follow me, I’ll show you were the dining room is.” You began to walk off, them trailing behind you. Being extra, you decided to make little place-cards. You obviously put Negan opposite you, and his wife next to him, so it didn’t look obvious. You had a plan for tonight and it was going to go down a treat.
“So, Negan. How is your job going so far?” you father asked, now on the main course of the evening. He wiped his mouth with a napkin, starting to talk about the school. You looked like you were listening, nodding along with your family. You slipped your foot out of your heel, dragging it under your chair, so it was easy to retrieve later on. Pulling your chair in closer to the table, you extended your leg out, your foot going on the chair in front. Negan looked at you, as if to say something but continued to speak to your father as your mum kept his wife occupied. You trailed your foot up his thigh, seeing the discomfort start in his body language. He couldn’t believe what you were doing, ‘That fucking dirty girl’. You began to rub over his clothed crotch, looking dead at him, making eye contact as you continued to slide over his growing bulge.
“Shall I go and get dessert?” your mom asked the general question. “Yes please mom, what is it today?” you asked, keeping your foot on Negan’s crotch. “Sticky toffee pudding, hun.” You smiled, looking at Negan who was drinking from his water glass, trying to keep calm.
“Lovely, I’m in the mood for something sticky.” Negan choked on his water, his wife nervously playing with the chain around her neck. You father looked at you in shock not knowing whether to say something or not. “I mean, for dessert! Guys, you’re all dirty minded!” you giggled, sipping on your drink. Your mother brought in the pudding, placing a bowl in front of you all. You dug in, drawing circles around Negan’s now rock solid erection. “Sorry guys, I need to use the bathroom. Where is it?” You stood up, sucking the last bit of pudding off your spoon. “I’ll show you, I’m done now anyway. I’m going to bed, don’t want to be late tomorrow!” you kissed your mother and father on the forehead. “It was nice meeting you Lucille; hopefully this will happen again sometime!” You chirped, a fake grin placed on your lips.
You lead Negan up the stairs to the bathroom, him startling you when he pushed you through the door, locking it behind him. “What the fuck was that, doll?! Giving me a fucking stiffy next to my wife?” He backed you up to the wall, his hands on each side of your head against the wall. “You loved it really. Don’t deny.” You laughed, your eyes trailing down to his tight white shirt and constricted erection. He leaned in closer to your face, biting your lower lip with his teeth. “You are one motherfucking dirty girl baby.” He took his hands off the wall, standing up straight again, unzipping his jeans.
“Come on doll, don’t leave daddy like this.” He pleaded, hearing that you grabbed him by the hips, forcing him to swap places with you. You crouched down on your heels, tugging his jeans and boxers down together. His erection popped out, right in your face, the precum dripping from the slit. “I made daddy excited, didn’t I?” You chuckled, licking a stripe from the base to the tip. “Come on princess, probably wondering where I am.” He grunted out, grabbing your head to guide you.
You took the shaft in your mouth, swirling your tongue, focusing on your breathing. You bobbed your head, starting at a antagonising slow pace, working into a moderate speed. You wrapped your hand around the base, stroking at what you couldn’t fit in your mouth. You felt him tense up, leaning against the sink for support.
“Negan? Babe, are you okay?” you stopped, your eyes widening in shock. You looked up at Negan, your mouth still full of his cock. “Yeah honey, just give me one sec.” he shouted out, looking down at you. “Keep going, babe.” He whispered, as you started up again. You went faster than before, not wanting to get caught. He gripped onto your hair, forcing your mouth down to the base of his cock. He lowly growled and grunted, releasing into mouth.
You swallowed it all; a trail of saliva and cum connected your lips to his dick. You wiped your lips, grabbing a tissue to dry your eyes a little. “Negan come on, we need to get back!” you rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest. “She’s fucking annoying.” You told him, hearing your mother call for Lucille, asking if she wanted anything to take back from the night’s meal. “She’s my wife Y/N, but fucking hell. She wouldn’t put her mouth anywhere near my cock, you though. Fucking hell, babe.” He lightly chuckled, wrapping his arms around your waist; bring you in for a kiss. He zipped his jeans up again, placing a kiss on your head. “See you in class, my fucking dirty little minx.”
