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Negan's Pretty Girl

Chubby Y/N X Negan

A/N Hey guys! I know, I had writers block, but! I got inspired by my stretch marks. Lollll. This specific one is gonna be Negan. But, I might write a similar one about Daryl. I just have to figure out how to work it. If that makes sense. I'm really only writing characters I think I know pretty well. Anyway I hope this one ends up any good. I'm not fantastic at sticking with one writing style and that's why it switches mid-story sometimes (Sorry to my readers.)I'm getting better about it though. Anyway! Enjoy the story! (Idk if this is fluff or what since its…kinda..y'know.)

MDNI 18+ ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER 18

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It's an early morning at the Saviors compound, the sun is just barely peeking through the curtains. The Saviors are just waking up. Starting breakfast, starting work. Y/N is up, freshly showered and dressed in one of Negan's shirts and her underwear, Y/N stands in front of the mirror inspecting the stretch marks above her hip dips. A frown crosses her face as she looks at them in mirror. One of the other women in the compound gave Y/N a salve that's supposed to remove the marks, or fade them at the very least. Right as Y/N dips her fingers into the salve, she hears a groggy, but familiar voice, "Whatcha doin up so early, pretty girl?" Negan was leaning against the doorway. He rubs his face and yawns, before walking over to peer at the salve. Y/N can feel the heat radiating off his bare chest as Negan hooks his chin over her shoulder. "Hey, morning. I'm just trying some salve one of the ladies gave me" Negans' lips found Y/N's neck, placing soft kisses and bites against her skin. "What's it for? You got hurt or somethin?" Tilting her head to the side for his kisses, Y/N just shakes her head a little. "No, I'm not hurt. She noticed my stretch marks when I was reaching for a top shelf. She gave me this stuff. Swears it'll make them fade at least." Negan stops his ministrations on her neck to stare at her incredulously from under his thick, furrowed eyebrows. His voice is forcefully disinterested as he starts kissing her neck again and asks, "Why you want to do that?" His eyes never leave Y/N in the mirror as he kisses behind her ear. His large hands grasp her waist and pull her backwards so she's pressed against him. His hands rub her waist as he waits for an answer. When Y/N doesn't answer right away Negans lips press against her ear as he murmurs, "Hm, honey?" Y/N sighs, and picks at the peeling counter top. "I dunno. I just hate how they look. They're…ugly. They just remind me how chubby I am." Negan makes an offended noise in the back of his throat and stops kissing her throat to stare at her in the mirror. "They're not ugly. I like them." She tilts her head back to eye Negan incredulously. "You don't have to say that Negan." He frowns down at Y/N and slides his hands up to her shoulders and pushes her until her back hits the counter, and slowly lowers himself onto his knees in front of her. His large hands run up her thigh gently and he leans forward and starts placing hot open-mouthed kisses on the stripes marking Y/N's hips. Her hands find his thick hair as she laughs. "Negan, what are you doing?!" His voice is playful as he speaks against her skin. Placing playful little nips there. "Hm? 'm just provin how much I like 'em." He starts working his way up. Worshipping every inch of her stretch marks. His eyes darken as he looks up at her. His mouth finds her inner thigh, working his way up until his face is pressed against her panties. His voice is hoarse and desperate as he murmurs, "I haven't had breakfast yet, I'm starving." Y/N tilts her head back and laughs breathlessly. When Negans teeth scrape against her core. Y/N's breath hitches in her throat, her fingers grasp at his hair, tugging at the roots. Negan groans at the feeling of her hands pulling his hair. His hands start grabbing at her hips roughly. "Can I eat my breakfast, babygirl?" Y/N nods hurriedly. "Yes, yes please." Negan drags her panties down by his teeth, his tongue darts out to lick a stripe up her slit, the groan that tears itself from his throat is almost animalistic. He yanks her toward him as he starts plunging his wet tongue in and out. It doesn't take long for Y/N to shudder her release against his mouth. Negan looks up at her with a with an impish grin, as she cards her hands through his hair, pushing it back off his forehead. He growls teasingly as he scoops her up and tosses her on his bed. He flops down beside her and sighs. "You believe me yet?" Y/N laughs and kisses his cheek. "Alright, I believe you."

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A/N: This took a really long time, and also ended up being a lot longer than I originally intended. I'm probably never gonna get a lot more detailed than this when it comes to lemons. cause… I don't know what I'm doing loll. Also lemme know if when I do Xreader fics, should i use like…"When she dipped her fingers in the salve.." or should i use, "when you dipped your fingers in the salve…". I've seen it written both ways, so I'm just not sure. Feedback is appreciated. -P4R4D0X