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Give me Hell - part 12

Negan x reader (first person) series.

Starts off three years before the outbreak in 2007

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Words: 3250

Warnings: age gap, teacher and student of a legal age (I DO NOT condone this in ANY way, this is just a fantasy), authority kink, bratty lead, dad’s best friend, foul language, guilt, shame, arguing, intimidation kink, underage drinking, fear kink, cheating, fingering, unprotected sex, rough sex, rough oral (male receiving), dominant Negan, dom/sub dynamics, public sex, exhibitionism, bdsm, bondage, super possessive Negan, angst, anal sex, consensual spanking. I might add to this for other chapters. Do not read this if you are under 18 or are triggered by these things. Okay peeps, this might be the filthiest, most depraved smut I’ve ever written. Proceed with caution.

A/N: Yes, I haven’t updated since the middle ages.

August 2007

It is Sunday and I wake up early. I stretch and smile at the memory of a particularly thrilling phone call with Negan last night. Unlike so many times during the last few weeks I hadn’t been able to sneak over to his house, my dad staying up, working in the garage until past midnight. Part of me thinks he is subtly keeping an eye on the driveway in case I choose to climb out my window or sneak out the front door. Almost makes me wonder if my mom has let him in on her suspicions after all. Sitting on my bed, bored out of my mind, I texted him to make his way to his bedroom window, where the view of mine is particularly good. I hum lightly as I turn between my sheets. My mind continues to wander through the memories of last night.

***

Seeing me leaning against the windowsill in nothing, but a camisole and my underwear he had texted back at once.

Get that sweet, fucking ass over here.

I looked up from my phone and saw him eyeing me with a stern look.

Can’t... Dad’s still up😔 I answered with an exaggerated pout.

I’d seen him furrow his brow and stare at his phone screen. Soon I saw him typing at the keypad, but I was still a little startled when my phone started buzzing in my hand.

“You’ll regret this when I get my hands on you,” he said in a low, dangerous tone before I could say anything. “Don’t you fucking remember what happened the last time you teased me like this?”

“Which time?” I coo. “The time you held me down on your dining room table, or the time you tied me up and fucked the shit outta me?”

“Take your pick,” he growled and I could see him baring his teeth like a beast across the yard.

I giggled in playful delight, feeling heat starting to pool between my naked thighs.

“Shit, you think this is fucking funny, don’t you?”

“A little,” I teased, even though the stern, dangerous tone of his voice made the hair at the back of my neck stand up.

“Well, damn! I guess I better up my game then. Dish out some real fucking punishments.” His hand rubbed the salt and pepper hair crossing his rugged jaw.

“What will you do to me, Negan?” I asked, trying to sound innocent, and touched my chest with my hand.

“Watch it…” He warned.

“Will you slap my ass sore?” I bit my lower lip.

“Well, shit… There's an idea.” He’d muttered and let his free hand adjust what I assumed to be bulging erection through his pants. “Imagining draped over my fucking lap like that, your gorgeous ass turning bright read by my hand makes my fucking balls tighten like you wouldn’t believe.”

“You gotta get your hands on me first, though…”

“Only a matter of time, princess. I am gonna smack that sass straight out of you.”

“Fuck,” I whimper and let my hand travel down my body from my chest and slip into my panties. “You’re a savage…”

“Careful with that language, brat…”

“Why? Are you gonna slap that out of me too?”

“I’ve got ideas, you’ll see…”

A shiver dances across my skin in anticipation.

“When?” I whimper.

“You’re coming over tomorrow night.”

“And what if I can’t?” I know I will, at whatever cost, but I just want to push him a little further. That unhealthy need to make him snap is driving me to say all kinds of things I know I shouldn't.

“You will… Or I might just climb up to your room, gag you to keep you quiet as I fucking ravage you with parents just down the hall.”

I gasp at the tension coiling in my lower belly.

“You are coming over. And get your fucking hand off my pussy. You don’t cum before I have spread across my lap. That’s your fucking punishment, baby girl.”

I groan as he hangs up and smirks over at me. He walks away and I throw myself across my bed in a state of utter sexual frustration.

***

I smile against my pillow before I remember that my mother is coming back this morning after spending some time with Lucille to help her through it all. I don’t know exactly when, but I am dreading it. An hour passes by with me dozing off, drifting in and out of sleep before I hear the front door open and then slam shut. I take my time getting up, showering and making my way down stairs for breakfast, but I stop at the top of the stairs when I hear the topic of my parents’ breakfast conversation.

“I don’t know what it is about that man that makes her not able to just leave him, but he has convinced her that he’s been faithful.” I can hear the exasperation in her voice.

“How?” My dad asks.

“She won’t go into the details, but it has to do with his bag being unattended at work.”

“Well isn’t it possible some school girl’s got a crush and a talent for mischief?”

“Anything is possible, but I don’t trust him anymore and neither should she. I won’t stop keeping my eye on him.”

“Has she gone home?”

“Not yet, but she will in a few days I think.”

A talent for mischief… I definitely have that. Still, I breathe a sigh of relief. We are safe, for now, despite my mom’s hawk eyes being glued to him. We just have to be careful not to be seen together.

I make my way slowly down the stairs to meet them in the kitchen. My mother’s eyes smile warmly at me. Maybe her gaze is a little too warm? Frankly, it’s hard to tell these days. The trust between us is worn so thin it might rip open at any given minute, at any ill timed remark or comment that can in any way be interpreted to relate to the situation between me and Negan. I don’t want her to inch further towards the truth, and she doesn’t want to say the wrong thing.

“Hi, honey,” she gets up from her seat and wraps me in a warm hug, and just for a second I am a little girl in her arms again. No matter how much I change and grow, I still feel a slight tinge of comfort in my mother’s embrace. If I was in a romantic drama like this with anyone else I would confide in her and let her help me out, but the mess Negan and I have gotten ourselves into I have to deal with myself. Well, there is Liv of course, but her advice isn’t very motherly. I doubt my mother would react with an excited “Fuck!” and big scoop of “get it girl”.

“Have you had a good trip?” I ask her as she lets me go.

“All things considered,” my mother answers. “What would you like to eat, hun?”

“Cereal,” I say and sit down at the table.

She fixes me a bowl and sets it down in front of me.

“So two weeks, huh?” She smiles.

“Two weeks,” I repeat.

“I bet you’ll miss this place more than you think right now.” She hands me a cup of coffee.

“Maybe.” I take a sip.

“Anyone special you’ll miss more than everyone else?”

I shake my head at her slowly as my eyes shift to the cereal in front of me. I can feel her eyes lingering at me for a few moments before she turns to do the dishes. I don’t know if she really has put the idea of Negan fucking her little girl out of her mind, but it won’t stop me. Tonight I am sneaking over to his house the moment they are asleep.

***

With the darkness of the night swallowing me whole I stand outside Negan’s front door. I realise that the blinds are closed in the entire house and a shiver runs through me. Is he just being extra careful, or is he gonna fuck me somewhere new? My delicate knuckles softly rap on the dense, solid wood of the front door. Negan promptly opens it and takes a step back so I can enter.

“Close the door behind you,” he growls with that animalistic look in his eyes. His pupils are clearly dilated, making them extra dark.

I do as I am told and the minute I turn to face him again his big hand finds the base of my throat, firmly gripping it.

“You are so fucking bad, baby. Acting like a real fucking brat…” He almost spits the words at me, but all I can do is let an excited smirk dance across my lips.

“I am,” I say, my voice a little strained from the grip he still has on my throat.

“Gonna fuck that brattiness right out of you…” He growls, his eyes fixed on his hand on my throat with a menacing glare. “Shit, maybe I’ll just start by scrubbing that filthy mouth of yours out with my cock, huh?”

“I think you better,” I say with a stifled moan. His vice grip on my throat, and the implication that if he really wanted to he could squeeze the fucking life out of me with ease makes me hornier than I would like to admit.

“I’m gonna need you on your knees,” he grunts and pushes me down on my knees. He seems particularly impatient as he hurriedly undos his jeans and pulls his cock out. He fists it and looks down at me with a wolfish grin.

“Open up, princess,” he mocks.

I open wide and stick my tongue out.

“This better teach you a fucking lesson about torturing me like that, touching that sweet little pussy like that when I can’t do a thing about it. That pussy belongs to me,” he huffs and shoves his cock so deep down my throat that tears start to spring from my eyes.

I gag on his cock and he pulls me off for a moment.

“Shit baby, you are taking it so fucking well.”

“Thank you, sir,” I cough.

As soon as the words escape my lips he pushes me down on his cock again and fists my hair. He works my heads up and down his shaft slowly and meticulously all the while I keep my eyes locked with his. When he finally pulls me off I smile and bat my lashes at him.

“Atta girl,” he growls down at me.

With a firm grip at the base of my neck roughly pulls me to my feet and leads me into the living room. He breathes heavily and pushes my body down across his lap as he sits down on the couch. He proceeds to swiftly pull my strappy sundress up over my ass, revealing my little surprise for him; my lack of panties. I hear his breath hitch, as he smoothes a coarse palm across my ass.

“A little gush of wind on your way over here and the entire fucking neighbourhood could have seen this pretty, little ass.” He says and squeezes my ass so hard, my pussy is exposed in the process. “They could all have drooled over my fucking property.”

“M-hm,” is all I am able to stutter out in my arousal.

“You are just fucking begging to be punished, aren’t you, baby?”

“Yes,” I breathe out.

I feel him let go of my ass and brace myself, getting ready for the first blow, craving the sweet sting of his palm on my ass. He delivers in an instant, swift and hard, and I yelp. It is clear that he is not in the mood to go easy on me. I barely have time to really feel the warmth spreading across my cheek before he lands the next blow, hitting the same cheek. My hand reaches back on instinct, but he grips my wrist with his free hand and pins it down against the couch cushions.

“Don’t you dare,” he growls. “If you want me to stop you ask nicely. Do you want me to fucking stop baby girl? You in over your head?”

“No,” I stutter out and crane my neck to look at him.

He grins wolfishly and smacks my other asscheek, making me cry out.

“Call me sir.”

“No, sir,” I coo.

I hear him groan again and before I know it his hand smacks down on the same cheek again, harder this time, making me gasp. The sting of his hand lingers on my body hot and sharp every time, making the want pool between my legs. I waited for the next blow, clenching in anticipation.

“Relax, princess…” Negan’s breathing is heavy, a throaty quality to his husky voice, “I won’t give you another with you clenched up like that.”

I do as he orders, taking a deep breath before relaxing my body. My heart races, as I hear him breathing behind me, as I wait for the sweet sting of his palm. It hits me, the hardest one yet. I do my best to relax, wanting more, wanting him to leave his mark on my body. I don’t have to wait long. His hand drops fast and hard causing me to scream in pleasure-pain, yet again. Negan leans over me, pressing his lips to my ear, his beard scratching the back of my neck.

“You’re a fast learner, baby.” He says, his low, rough voice making me break out in goosebumps.

Negan lets his hands travel south, reaching between my thighs, his fingers slipping between my folds grazing my clit. I moan out his name as he rubs soft circles around it, teasing me further. He lets his thumb slip into my ready hole, opening me up for him.

“So wet and ready for me… Getting off on me slapping your ass sore.” Negan groans behind me. “Aren’t you, princess?”

“Yes I am, sir.” I moan from deep in my chest. “Fuck me, Negan…” I beg him, ready to have him fill me up.

“Ask fucking nicely first…” He demands.

“Pleeease…” I moan, wanting my release.

A quick, stinging slap to my ass makes a jolt go through me.

“Please what?” He leans closer to me, the tremble of his voice resonating through the air.

“Please, sir…” I purr, getting even more turned on, yet wondering how that is even possible.

“Good girl,” he drawls and pulls his fingers from my sex.

Negan lifts me up and sets me down again over the armrest with my ass in the air. He grabs my hips, fingers digging into me, surely leaving my flesh white under his touch. I spread my legs wider for him, inviting him in, and soon his big, hard cock slides into me at a slow, steady pace. Bottoming out, I hear him moan loudly behind me, before he starts to move. His hard, deep thrusts make me squeal and I know I won’t last long as he hits my g-spot. He keeps a slow, deep pace to begin with, but soon he picks it up making screams escape my lips at the pleasure he provides. He starts crashing into me relentlessly, harder and faster than he did a moment ago and I feel the climax build in my core.

A few thrusts later, and with some encouraging moans from me, Negan picks up the pace further and soon he is slamming into me with expert speed and force. I pant in front of him, desperately squeezing at the sofa cushions in front of me. After all the teasing and spanking I am more than ready to come around his perfectly thick cock. I feel the coil deep within me wind up with every beatslike thrust of Negan’s hips, and I wonder how long I can hold from snapping.

“I’m close, sir.” I moan out into the room, as Negan grabs harder at my hips.

“Wait for it, baby.” I hear Negan pant behind me, sounding close as well.

I grip my teeth and snap my head back, concentrating hard on holding on. Negan’s hand, fast and swift as ever, grabs hold of my hair, forcing my head back further. I gasp out at the pleasurable pain, it bringing me even closer towards the edge. Just a little while longer and I will have my sweet release. I try breathing deep, but it is proving harder than expected, my breath hitches at the intense pleasure filling me. It feels like every fiber of my being is tingling, electricity flowing through me, I have to come, I need to.

“Please, sir.” I mutter through hard, gritted teeth.

“No,” he growls.

“Negan, I can’t…” I moan at him, looking back to meet his eyes.

“Three more thrusts baby,” he orders.

I take a deep breath and count. Number one is not so bad, but at number two my mind starts getting fuzzy.

“Let me feel you clench around me, baby!” He exclaims with the third thrust, gripping me tighter before letting one hand wander to my ass, slapping me hard one last time.

I don’t need any more encouragement before I contract around him, my walls clenching and sending him over the edge with me. I feel him twitch inside me before he fills me up. He pulls out and I feel him dipping from my core, warm and sticky. My body melts down onto the Couch in my cum drunk state, my mind fuzzy from the endorphins rushing through my veins.

He lifts me up, uncharacteristically tenderly and carries me up the stairs to the bedroom. We lie down together. I love these moments, wrapped up in his arms and drinking in the smell of him from where I am nuzzled against his broad chest, salt and pepper hair teasing at the smooth skin of my cheek. It is love. Straight up, fucked up love. I don’t say it. I don’t have to say it. It is right there between our entwined bodies, thrudding all along the lines where our bodies meet. Lust, all though very much still part of the mix, is different. Lust is electric and rushed, love is smooth and comforting. Love is slow thrumming heat licking across your skin like humid heat at the seaside in june.

I don’t say it. He doesn’t say it. But it’s there…

I suddenly have to stifle a sob. Negan looks at me in alarm.

“Did I hurt you?” He says, and not in that teasing way of his. He is worried, I realise, that he has gone too far.

“No, it’s not that.” I take a deep breath before I am able to continue. “Lucille is coming home, right? I heard my mom say it.”

“Yes, but -” he starts, but I am not done.

“And I have to leave in just a little over a week,” a tear falls down my cheek and hits his chest.

A calloused thumb catches the next tear on my cheek and softly wipes it away. When he is done he doesn’t say anything, but he smooths my hair with his hand and the comfort in his touch says it all. He holds me close and lets me silently cry my broken tears onto his firm chest until we fall asleep.

In the early morning hours I silently step out and walk home while he sleeps.

Next, and final, part

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