A/N: Just a quick little one shot to unblock my muse and play with the naughty and delightfully wicked Negan. I know just enough about him to have inappropriate thoughts thanks to Jeffery Dean Morgan. Apologies to any canon purists- I did my level best to stay true to character, but this is smutty fan fiction. Feedback appreciated. After this I am back into Boondocks Saints land and Daryl Dixon. Well, at least until Jeffery Dean Morgan gets a little more screen time. xoxo J
Negan stalked through the halls of the factory, the sound of his boots echoing off the hard concrete. The normally jovial leader was in a foul mood. Keeping the Sanctuary running was a full time job, and then some. He felt weary, and after the incident with Sherry and Dwight, the only confidant he truly trusted was his own reflection. He needed some down time to recharge and think. He tried playing pool and drinking with the men, but they wouldn't shut the fuck up. They were worse than a bunch of old ladies gossiping. A couple more drinks and round or two in the sack would clear his weary mind—at least for a little while. His thoughts drifted to which of his wives would distract him the most while giving him the least amount of grief in return.
Everybody wants a fucking piece of me. He thought.
Hilltop had tried to screw them over-again. That sanctimonious prick Gregory thought he could pull a fast one by shorting their drop. He had no choice but to show him and his idiot followers what the Saviors were truly capable of. Then there was the incident where a whole legion of his men were blown up on the road, leaving nothing but a pile of charred flesh and mangled motorcycle parts.
Fuck. He thought. It might take more than a couple of drinks to turn off the noise inside my head.
He looked around the factory as he approached the freight elevator at the far end of the building that would take him up to his living quarters. The large factory space was unusually quiet. Most of the residents of Sanctuary had the good sense to make themselves scarce when Negan was in one of his moods. He sighed deeply as he reached for the lever that closed the wooden cage. Almost home.
"Wait! Please...hold the elevator!" A frantic female voice echoed off the concrete.
Negan chuckled to himself as he waited for the disembodied voice to make its appearance. This ought to be entertaining, he thought as he twirled a freshly cleaned Lucille absentmindedly against the floor.
A petite woman in a mechanic's jumpsuit came barreling into the freight elevator, leaning against the corner of the space, breathless. Her blue-black hair was in a tight French braid, showing off her stunning cheekbones. She looked to be in her late twenties, her slender figure obstructed by the baggy jumpsuit. Her pale complexion was flushed from running and she had a dab of motor oil on her forehead. Negan was transfixed and puzzled by the woman, who still hadn't bothered to look at her companion in the elevator. I thought I knew all the hot women in here. He chuckled to himself.
"Well...since you so nicely said please..." He grinned as he closed the wooden cage.
She gasped as she lifted her head, recognizing the voice of their leader. Negan grinned widely as he watched embarrassment mixed with a little bit of fear invade the girl's expressive face. Her eyes were large and wide, and an unusual color-violet.
"I'm so sorry, sir! I didn't mean to hold you up... I know how busy you are... I can take the stairs..." She stammered as she tried to make a quick exit.
"Nonsense, sugar. I insist. What floor?" His lips curled into a smile.
"The seventh floor, please." She said softly.
There was that word again. He thought. Please. The way she said it was so earnest, so sincere, it had him half hard and he didn't even know her name yet.
Negan pushed the buttons for the seventh and eighth floors and looked her up and down as the elevator began its climb.
"What's your name, sweetness? I don't remember meeting you before."
"My name is Lila." She answered.
The girl blushed anew as she met his inquisitive gaze. "I don't imagine you would remember me, sir. I was in quite a bad way when you took in some of our group. You were...preoccupied with disposing of our leader." Her face darkened as she remembered that night.
Negan wasn't sure what to make of her expression. "Are you mad I killed him?" He asked.
"No, sir. I'd thank you everyday if I could. He was a monster." She shuddered.
Some people think I'm a different kind of monster. He thought.
Negan was about to ask her another question when the elevator shook violently and stopped in between floors five and six.
"Fucking fuck fuck! Stupid fucking fuckers can't even keep a simple fucking elevator working!" He bellowed. "I don't have time for this shit, people!" He yelled, hoping to reach anyone within earshot. Nothing. He waited a moment before yelling and banging Lucille against the metal cage.
Lila backed away into the corner of the elevator, sinking to the floor. She had a far away look in her eyes as she tried to stop herself from shaking.
"Shit! Lila! Look at me, sweetheart. I'm not mad at you, you're not in charge of the elevator. Are you scared of me?" Negan asked.
She shook her head and looked up at him. "I'm not scared of you, sir. I...I just hate confined spaces...cages...especially after..." She trailed off as her lower lip trembled.
In an uncharacteristic move, Negan knelt on the floor and wrapped an arm around her, pulling her into his chest. "Shhh. It's okay, doll. We're going to get out of here." He said with confidence. And heaven help whoever was supposed to keep this shitbox operating smoothly. He thought.
Lila sighed and relaxed into his arms as he rearranged them on the floor. She pulled her head away from his chest and looked up to find his brown eyes studying her intently. What was it about this girl that has me acting like a damn fool? He thought. Exhaustion? His ever present state of arousal? Her pretty face and impeccable manners? God. The way she said please. Fuck. Now I'm getting hard again. Negan shifted Lila away from his crotch-surprising himself again with his consideration for her.
"Sorry...I'm such a mess. It's been a long day. I was looking forward to a few hours of sleep before my early shift tomorrow." She smiled up at him.
Up close, his features softened a bit...and he was being kind to her-something Lila hadn't experienced in a very long time. Her last group had been taken over by a tyrant of a man who took special pleasure in torturing and tormenting the female members of the group.
Negan took a rag out of his pocket and wiped the grease off of her forehead, grinning.
"I had a long ass day too, doll. I take it you work in the garage? Pretty little thing like you better not be distracting all the other grease monkeys." He chuckled, but there was an undercurrent of warning to his voice.
Lila sat up and looked him in the eyes. "I run circles around all of your other mechanics, Sir. While I may not have the title, I run that shop." Her tone was firm as her eyes glittered with irritation.
Negan broke into a full belly laugh. "Shit, Lila. I'm sorry, doll. I have noticed the trucks have been running better lately. Thank you. I should have known Pete didn't have it in him. Lazy bastard. Don't tell anyone...but I've only kept him around because we worked together...before everything."
It was Lila's turn to laugh. "Nice guy. Too bad he doesn't know a spark plug from a lug nut." She giggled. "I grew up in the trade. Third generation family run garage in Virginia. My brothers kept trying to stick me in the office, but I was better than all of them..and my Dad knew it. Left me in charge when he passed."
Sadness danced across her face at the memory of her family. Her eyes watered a bit as she fought the emotions plaguing her mind. Negan tugged on the end of her braid.
"Hey. Don't think about before." He whispered. His traced his thumb across her cheek, catching an escaped tear. Lila bit her lower lip and nodded.
"Sometimes I just want the noise in my head to stop...you know?" She said softly.
"I'm grateful to be alive, but I sometimes I want...more."
Negan moved closer, his eyes darting from her lips to her eyes. He leaned in, his breath ghosting across her skin. "I know what you mean...I always want more." He whispered against her ear.
Lila sighed as his lips brushed the soft spot under her ear, against her cheek, and the underside of her throat. Her breath quickened as the scruff of his beard scraped along her jawline. She felt his teeth against her throat as his mouth traveled along her neck before arriving at the juncture of her collarbone. He moaned low as he bit, dragging his tongue soothingly over the bite mark. When he pulled back her breath caught as their eyes met, darkened and desire bound.
"Right now, I want you..all of you, Lila. But I've gotta hear you say it..." He growled like the caged beast he was.
Lila's fingers toyed with the fabric of his red scarf.
"I want you, Negan. All of you...sir. Please." She said, looking him in the eyes.
Negan growled as he pushed her down against the floor of the elevator, covering her body with his. Lila moaned as he nuzzled her neck, his lips, tongue and teeth marking any exposed flesh in their path. His hips pressed into the cradle of hers, allowing her to feel every inch of his hardened flesh begging for release.
"Fuck me..." Negan growled as he pulled away, kneeling above her to catch his breath. He removed his leather jacket, placing it beneath her head. Lila was pinned beneath him, eyes aglow and cheeks flushed as her chest heaved. Lila reached up and ran her hand underneath his t-shirt, feeling the solid muscles of his abdomen. When her fingertips touched his belt, Negan grabbed her wrist.
"Not yet, baby...I have other plans." He chuckled.
Lila watched as he used two hands to pull apart the snap closure buttons of her jumpsuit, his eyes glittering with mischief as he separated each set of buttons. When he pulled apart the last set, he slowly parted the fabric, drawing in a sharp breath as he took in her naked form beneath the fabric. His fingertips traced a line from the center of her breasts to her belly button.
"No bra or panties?" He grinned. "I like your style, doll..."
Lila blushed with embarrassment. "I'm down to one set, sir...my points have gone to more important things..."
"Shhhh..." Negan held a finger to her lips. He bowed his head and began trailing kisses along her chest until he reached one of her pert nipples, hardened and begging for his attention. His tongue traced a lazy circle, and Lila loved every minute of it. When his teeth edged along the peak of her nipple, a low moan escaped as she arched greedily into his mouth. Negan groaned as he sucked hard, his other hand cupping her between her legs.
"Negan!" She gasped breathlessly. Her fingers carded through his hair, overwhelmed by the sensation of his hands, lips and tongue consuming her whole.
"Lila..." He answered with another devilish grin as his kissed a trail down her abdomen. "My sweet delicious Lila..." He murmured as his eyes focused on the thin whisper of hair leading to her mound.
Lila bit her lip as she waited for his mouth to make contact with her swollen and aching sex. She whimpered as he traced a finger across the length of her opening.
"So wet for me, sugar. I might drown..." He laughed.
"Please..." She begged, her hips arching into his touch.
Negan groaned against her, the sound reverberating through her core. His tongue darted out experimentally, tasting the salty sweetness of her arousal. "Mmmmhmmm...Lila." His voice muffled as he pulled her tight against his face. She shuddered with pleasure as his facial hair scraped her sensitive skin. His hands seemed to be everywhere as his tongue danced rhythmically against her clit. When he curled two fingers inside her, all coherent thought shattered.
"Yes...Yes...please... Negan…you're magic with your tongue..." Lila chanted as she rode the waves of her orgasm.
Negan looked into her hooded eyes and grinned widely. His face was slick with her arousal. "Wait until you ride my dick." He laughed. Lila moaned and held his wrist in place as she tried to maintain the delicious friction of Negan's fingers rubbing her in all the right places.
"Such a greedy girl...ready for more already?"
Lila moaned and tried to pull him close enough to unhook his belt.
He curled his fingers, hitting the bundle of nerves guaranteed to send her careering over the edge again.
"Come for me, sweetness. Let me know I'm the best baby..." He growled.
"Negan... Negan...Negan..." She chanted incoherently as the pleasure began to consume her again.
"Please..."
A rush of warmth flooded his hand, making him grin with smug satisfaction. She blushed, looking embarrassed at the mess between her legs before Negan made a show of licking his fingers coated with her arousal. He stared down at Lila.
"Mmmm...you are a delicious treat, doll. I don't normally kiss on the mouth, but I think you deserve a taste." He said as he leaned down and kissed her hard.
His tongue invaded her mouth, swirling a combination of her arousal and a slight tinge of bourbon across her palate. She moaned as he captured her lower lip briefly before releasing her. He was already thinking about how her kiss-swollen lips would look wrapped around his painfully aching cock.
He smiled as she blinked up at him, a hazy little smile on her face as she floated on a cloud of pleasure. Her violet irises were almost covered in the black of her pupils, and her cheeks were tinged the same pink as her rosy nipples.
She sat up and began tugging at his t shirt, but he was still too tall for her to pull it over his head from her sitting position. Negan stilled her hands and stood up, opting to focus his attention on his belt buckle and the fly of his jeans. He unzipped and waited for her to make the next move.
Lila rose up on her knees, running her palms up his muscular thighs. Her eyes darted to the impressive bulge encased in denim, her fingertips ghosting across it softly, as if she were admiring a marble sculpture. Negan had to stifle a whimper. If she kept that shit up he was going to embarrass himself.
Her eyes darted to his, looking for approval to continue. She seemed to take great pleasure in admiring his form, appreciating his physique with a reverence he hadn't really experienced before. He nodded with a smirk as he pulled his engorged cock and balls free from their fabric confines.
Lila hummed low and licked her bottom lip slowly. In her humble opinion, Negan's cock should be in a museum. It stood straight, proud and thick, ready to be worshipped by her willing mouth.
There was no hesitation as she swept her tongue along the underside of his thick shaft. She circled the base of him, twisting her hand with just the right amount of tension. Negan backed up against the wall of the elevator and grinned.
"Fucking-A, Lila! Just like that..."
Lila cupped his balls and took him into her mouth as far as she could. She looked up with watery eyes and moaned against him. He nearly lost it when he noticed she was rubbing her clit in time with the strokes of her mouth.
"Fucking Fuck... doll...don't finish me off yet...not if you want me to bury my cock deep inside you..." He groaned.
Lila whimpered and released him from her mouth with a pop. Her hair was falling out of her braid and her face was a beautiful well-fucked mess. Negan lifted her up by her shoulders as if she weighed nothing. He was a foot and change taller than her, and here she was practically bringing him to his knees, he thought.
Negan pulled a condom out of his pocket and opened it with his teeth, grinning as she took her hair out of her braid and shook it out. He quickly sheathed himself before grabbing her hips, pulling her tight against his aching member.
"I'm going to fuck you senseless, sweetheart. Are you ready for me?" He whispered wickedly in her ear before nibbling on her lobe. Negan picked her up and pushed her against the wall of the elevator. He bucked his hips against her slowly, teasing her opening.
"Yes..." She gasped. "Fuck me into oblivion...please."
Negan adjusted his grip on her thighs, sinking into her tight heat slowly. They both gasped as he filled her completely. She felt stretched and full in a way she had only imagined late at night in her previous life. "So hot and tight for me..." He groaned against her neck.
Suddenly Negan pulled almost completely out and snapped his hips forward, slamming back into her with the force of a freight train. "Ugh..." She gasped. Lila's back bowed as she tensed around him in the most delicious way. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders as she held on for what she was sure to be the ride of her life.
Lila was grateful to still be wearing her jumpsuit as Negan set a punishing rhythm, pounding her into the wall of the elevator with ease. Every few thrusts, he would lift her up, adjusting his grip on her thighs-the action slamming her down harder onto him. She had never had an orgasm from penetration alone before, but was well on her way. She felt her walls begin to spasm as she wrapped her legs tightly behind his back. Negan watched as she came apart, her face flushing as her back arched and hips snapped into him. She had covered her mouth to quiet herself as wave after wave of pleasure echoed through her body.
"Negan..." She whimpered as she bit her lower lip, still stifling her moans.
He chuckled wickedly as he continued thrusting through her orgasm.
"Come on, doll! Let me hear you..." He growled before pressing her harder against the wall. "I think you have another one in there for me..."
Lila growled back at him, tugging roughly on the hair at the base of his neck. Negan buried his face in her cleavage, licking and biting until she felt an electrical current release a flood between her legs. He lifted her higher once more, and her body tensed in anticipation. When she felt a thick finger graze her clit she was finished.
Her cries of pleasure echoed through the factory, followed by a loud bellowing of expletives from Negan as he came hard; filling the condom. He slowly pulled out and lowered her legs, steadying them both against the wall of the elevator car.
They collapsed in a pile of limbs as exhaustion hit both of them. Lila vaguely remembered leaning her head against Negan's shoulder before passing out.
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Lila woke up in her own small bed, obviously confused. Had she dreamed her encounter with their leader?
As she stretched, she felt the soreness of her limbs and nether region. No, she had definitely been well fucked. She giggled.
Looking at her small alarm clock, she sat up and gasped. She was very late for work.
Gathering her meager supply of toiletries, Lila went to freshen up in the communal bathroom down the hall. Upon returning to her room, she saw a gift bag with a note on the floor near the foot of her bed.
I gave you the day off. No reduction of your points. We were locked in that stupid elevator until morning. You were passed out cold, so I carried you to your room.
At least we had some fun, right? I don't know what I would have done if you weren't in there with me. Whacking off wouldn't have distracted me as much as you did. Fuck! Now I'm getting hard again…
When you wake up, I'd like you to come and see me upstairs. I have something I'd like to discuss with you. Wear what's in the bag.
And doll, take the stairs.
Negan
Lila blushed as she read the note. She had a feeling her life was about to get a lot more complicated and a whole lot more interesting. Pleasure was a rare commodity these days, and if Negan was offering her the opportunity for more, she'd happily take it.
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