"Marry me," Negan says alerting you to his presence in the room. You turn to see him carefully placing Lucille on one of the tables before he looks at you, "then I won't have to come all the way to the ass end of nowhere to find you."

You roll your eyes. This isn't the first time he's asked you to be his wife, usually you say 'no' this time you say, "how many wives have you got?"

He scrunches his face for a moment, "everybody knows how many wives I've got."

You stand up from the desk where you've been sitting. You call this place the dungeon. Its lit only by a single incandescent bulb swinging bare from the ceiling and even though Negan has offered you better jobs than working down here you've always refused. It might be the dungeon but you're not afraid of a little dark. You smile, "I want you to say it."

He cocks his head, hesitates, "five."

"Louder."

"I have five wives. Fucking hell sweetheart, if I'd known it was gonna be a pop fucking quiz down here I might not have fucking bothered."

You laugh before walking to him, standing toe to toe, your hands brush down his leather jacket feeling the familiar crinkles in the old leather, "how many mistresses do you have?"

He smiles now, "one."

"Why would I want to me number six when I could be number one?"

He doesn't answer, instead his thumb brushes your cheek, working a path until its smoothing across your lips. He never kisses you and you never ask why. You bite the tip of his thumb, giving it a light tug, never taking your eyes from his. You might not be a wife but down here you're in charge, you can walk away whenever you choose and he has to work for you. Every single time.

"Did you get my present?" Negan says expectantly, his eyes falling to the crest of your cleavage peeking out from where your shirt is buttoned down.

You don't answer, not yet. You shrug yourself from his arms, turning to slowly stack papers on the nearby desk like you're a busy woman and he is nothing more than a nuisance. You like making him wait a while before slowly glancing over your shoulder with a coquettish flick of your hair, "maybe."

You go back to your papers, your whole body electric as you wait for him to make his move. You can almost see the desire on Negan's face just from the way he is breathing. Then he moves, boots on concrete, hollow in an almost empty room. Five quick strides that have your heart racing in time.

One of his hands splays across your stomach, the other sweeps the hair off the back of your neck before his lips press to your skin. You sigh, leaning into him, wanting to feel his entire body against yours. You're lost in the way his lips feel so soft and his breath feels so hot on the skin at the nape of your neck. When Negan kisses you like this the exact moment you start to lose any of the control you thought you had.

His hands sweep across your body, outlining your every curve before cupping your breasts with a firm squeeze. Your nipples push against your bra eager for his touch and satisfied as his thumb brushes with just the right pressure to send a bolt of pleasure to your core.

"Show me," he demands in a husky whisper before releasing you, leaving you lost and cold, your legs a little shaky.

You hear the scrape of a chair dragging across the floor and breath in one long breath before turning to see him sitting in the middle of the room.

You kick off your shoes. The floor is like ice but you don't stop, all you can think about is the way his eyes are devouring you, catching every movement and never losing intense interest as button after button pops loose.

Your shirt falls open giving the first glimpse of Negan's present. Earlier in the day you'd found the delicate black mesh spread in contrast across your white bed sheets, right out in the open where everyone could see and everyone could know that you belonged to Negan.

You let your shirt glide from your shoulders to a pool on the floor, the sheer bra reveals everything and Negan eats every inch of it up before his gaze meets yours and he smiles, "more."

You've played this game with Negan before, he likes to watch you strip, his hands grasping his thighs to stop them from touching anything. You unbuckle your belt, slowly, he likes this part. His eyes dance and his smile widens at the soft chinking of the strap gliding against the frame. You pop the buttons of your jeans with a single tug that reveals the second glimpse of Negan's present.

He points his finger in the air, twirling it, and you turn looking over your shoulder to watch him as he watches you shimming out of your jeans, your ass swaying seductively, the mesh panties leaving you almost bare.

Negan's breath hitches, his eyes are hooded and you know it won't be long until you're feeling every part of how much he wants you. "Fuck," he swallows hard and you love how much you can affect him.

You kick your jeans aside, turning back to face him. Goosebumps creep along your flesh and you shiver, your nipples bunching even harder in the cold.

Negan stands, his hands red hot on you're cold skin, "tell me again why I can't marry you and keep you in my bed all fucking day..." his fingers brush the straps of your bra down, "just like this." He kisses your shoulders, your collarbone, the tops of your breasts and heat begins the curl along you're veins, pushing all the goosebumps away.

"I don't want to be something you can have all the time," you pant, your fingers looping in his jeans to keep you standing upright.

Negan tugs the back of your hair hard, his tongue licking along your throat until he presses his cheek against yours, "you want me desperate."

"Yes." You want him as desperate as he makes you.

His fingers intertwine with yours, pressing your hand against his erection, still contained behind his zipper but full and ready for release. You squeeze it, enjoying the way the throaty noise he makes before he pulls your hand away, "baby, you always get exactly what you fucking want."

Negan flips you around, pushing you into the desk and grinding his erection against your ass with a low groan. You hear him pulling open his belt buckle followed by the rip of foil. He grabs your hips before one hand snakes between your thighs and underneath the elastic of your panties. Two calloused fingers brush against your folds, teasing you open before they plunge inside without resistance. You moan as his fingers swirl, finding the spot that makes your legs weak.

"So wet," he purrs, adding a third finger, gently teasing your g-spot. You're breaths are ragged, sucking in and out desperate for oxygen to feed the climax he is creating.

When his fingers stop their magic you whimper, desperate for more. Negan grunts in satisfaction, "I love how fucking needy I make you."

When he slaps your ass and laughs you crash down from your high, frustrated, your body throbbing still trying to find its release.

There's a tug at your panties, a rip of fabric and yet another pair perish at Negan's hands.

"You'll have to find me more," you say, annoyed.

Negan laughs again, "finding you new panties is the second best part of my day."

"And the first?"

You feel him against you, the tip of his cock slowly sinking inside, making you glad you haven't come yet. "This," he groans stretching you open until he is all the way in.

You shudder, clutching to the table, pushing against him, desperate for more. He doesn't disappoint. As a lover, Negan never disappoints. He pulls all the way out and slams into you harder this time. The whole desk shunts forward from the force, taking you both stumbling with it but that doesn't stop him. Instead he grips your shoulder to keep you firmly in place as he buries himself over and over to the point it almost hurts. You cry out at the intensity of each thrust and he doesn't slow down, he fucks you even harder.

He thumbs your nipple through the mesh of your bra, flicking it and pinching it so you are nothing but sensation, completely adrift in the sea of Negan. His cock filling your every inch, his thumb torturing your nipple and his belt buckle scratching along the inside of your thigh. He didn't even take his clothes off before he bent you over and fucked you, the idea of how desperate he was to have you makes you even more aroused, a flood of wetness seeping around Negan's cock.

"That's right, scream for me, I want every fucker in the Sanctuary to hear you screaming my name," Negan demands, never missing a toe curling beat.

You have no choice but to obey as pleasure curls tighter and tighter. You can hardly contain the intensity of it. You want it to last longer and to feel more of him but his hand falls from your nipple quickly finding the sweet spot between your legs and you're gone. He presses only once and you shatter, the tight build of pleasure releases so hard your legs quiver to jelly. "Oh Negan, yes, please," you plead for more, less, you can hardly take another touch yet you never want it to end.

Negan stiffens, his fingers digging into your hips as you feel his cock pumping out his release with your name grunting hard from his lips. You stay pressed against the desk with Negan still inside you as you both float down from the aftershocks.

A tingle of goosebumps sweeps across your flesh, reminding you where you are and you shiver.

"Cold baby?" Negan gives you the lightest kiss in the centre of your back, the scruff of his beard adding to the tingle before he turns you over and holds you against him.

You unzip his jacket, wrapping your arms around him, stealing his warmth. Moments like these you can forget about anything but Negan and the way his heart thuds in his chest.

"Marry me," he says again and you look up at him. His eyes seem so soft in the low light, his expression so sincere and you wonder just how many times you can keep turning this man down.

A/N- I should have been doing paperwork but Negan Smut Week inspired me to put pleasure before business ;) Hope you enjoyed it!