Disclaimer: Negan doesn't belong to me, it is owned by the walking dead serie.

Pairing: Negan x reader; Negan x OC

N/A: Hi, hi my dirty friends, I come back with another drabble that I published on tumblr a couple of days ago, this time, with Negan. And I know it's short, yes, but I hope to constantly go up stories of this type, and of which, I hope you enjoy.

As I said, I'm just starting with this, even so, I'm waiting for your approval on this.

Now, I leave you with the most pouch of all time. Thank you

Breaking the rules

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Words whispered to the ear, indecent promises, sexual prompts that cause you to get wet from just thinking they could come you know they will.

Squeeze your fists.

You feel his warm breath, his malicious smile and hhis lips against the skin of your neck, and you expect him to kiss you, to mark want it desperately. Still, he continues to torture you, because he loves to see you in that state, submissive, surrendered to his feet, ready to do whatever it takes to touch you, ready to beg for his caresses. One of his hands is under your shirt, caressing you, nailing his fingers, and going up and down, daring to take you the buttock of the butt and squeeze it, the other holds your hair in a knot, which leaves your neck at his disposal, to continue murmuring his sexual desires, to kiss and mark you as his.

You knew that breaching the rules meant punishment, but that's what you were after.

"It's already the fucking third time, sugar. I'm starting to think you like being punished" Negan smiled against your throat, still knowing he should be pissed. Nobody disobeys him, everybody does what he says, and nobody was the exception.

But you were. And that was something Negan hated.

He tightened his grip on your hair and your eyes flew open, and face his expression furious, dark and laden with desire.

A small mischievous smile curved your lips, knowing that it would provoke him like never before.

Bingo.

"Fucking brat" And he put his mouth against yours, kissing you with all the rage and desire he felt for you. You grabbed the sides of his shirt, put it on tiptoe and corresponded with the same passion.

Without warning, he broke the kiss and charged you on his shoulder, receiving a slap in the butt.

"You know firsthand the consequences for disobeying my rules, little one."" He opened the door of his bedroom and kicked it shut. He threw you on the mattress. "You are out of rebellion in my domains"

You saw that he unbuckled his belt.

"That you want? Behave well?" slowly you fell back and lay down, clasping your hands over your head. You stretched, causing your shirt to rise a few feet and show the belly. You didn't miss the look in Negan's gaze that lingered on your white skin. "You would bored, then"

He smirked.

"Bringing a place like this isn't easy, my dear. I have more trouble than you can imagine. Take off your clothes and give me your hands"

You bit your lip.

"Ask me please and maybe I will" You replied, smiling mischievously, twisting a lock on your finger.

Playing with Negan was a danger, but you loved it. And he loved.

He licked his lower lip, looking at you intensely.

"Little one, from here you will not leave until you learn a good lesson"

Thank you for reading me. I'll go up as more scenes happen to me like this. Because with Negan, you can only write things like that.

See you soon! (If you want to write more things like this, of course) ;)