Yep, I couldn't help myself. I've tried to keep Negan in character but I haven't read the comics. I've done some research on him though so hopefully that will be enough.
Warnings: Sexual content so no under 18s please! Dirty talk, graphic descriptions, ect. Also bad proof reading by me so please excuse any mistakes.
Enjoy!
Negans Sixth wife
Nervously, you fingered the material of the blood red babydoll underwear you had on. Sherry helped you pick it out, telling you it would drive Negan crazy.
You'd officially been Negans sixth 'wife' for a week now and surprisingly, Negan hadn't pressured you into having sex with him. Well, unless you include the continuous innuendos, flirtatious comments and suggestive glances. Your only wifely duties so far had been washing his clothes and giving him back and foot rubs.
Until this morning when you'd decided that you were ready. You knew it would end up coming to this anyway, and the other wives had been very encouraging. It helped that despite that darkness which lived within him, he was extremely handsome and charming. Admittedly, more than a handful of your fantasies had included him lately.
The thing was, Negan had no idea yet. You were waiting in his office, sitting on his large desk wearing nothing but your sexy lingerie. He'd be coming in any moment now since he'd just returned from a meeting with hilltop.
Cindy - his third wife with Sherry being his first - had given you a few tips on what drove him wild but you didn't think you were going to use them. You wanted to find out yourself what he liked. Especially because a small, strange part of you was actually jealous at the idea of having to share him with these women. Well...not Sherry since they'd been plenty of rumours suggesting that they were mostly friends. Plus Sherry was really nice. Like, overly nice. It was hard to feel anything negative about her.
Footsteps sounded outside and you straighten your back, hold your breath and place one leg over the other in an attempt to look sexy. This was it. Butterflies erupted in your stomach and fire began to churn down below.
The footsteps stopped then the door handle wiggled. You could see a shadow under the door. Your teeth find your lower lip as the door opens.
Negan notices you straight away. It was hard not to since you were sitting directly opposite him. The change in him was instant. No longer were his shoulders tense with stress. His features no longer troubled. A light sparkled in his whisky coloured eyes and he slowly smiled at you as he took you all in.
"Well, well, well," he speaks slowly, voice deeper than usual. "I was not fucking expecting this." His tongue peeks out for a second and swipes over his bottom lip. "Now, I'm not complaining. No-fucking-way would I complain," he says while stepping into the room and closing the door behind him, not once taking his hungry gaze from you. "But what made you change your mind?"
He was referring to the night before where you stayed up late helping him cross Walker invested places off a map. He kept touching your thigh, telling you how hot you were. At one point he flat out demanded you let him lick your cunt because your suggestions were making him hard(his words, not yours). You'd said no, mostly because you hadn't had the chance to shower yet and didn't feel comfortable with the act unless you had.
You shrugged because there wasn't one clear answer. It was a mixture of things. It had been years since you'd had a dick in you, Negan was hot as fuck, you'd been crushing on him for a long time, you felt lonely, it was one of your duties, you'd overheard his other wives talking and shit...you couldn't die without experiencing this thing they call 'squirting' which Negan seems to be a fucking pro at.
So you go with, "I'm horny."
Negan throws his head back and chuckles. "Well, babydoll you came to the right place. Tell me, that dildo I gave you not doing it for you anymore?"
Oh, Christ. That thing. It was too fucking thick and around seven inches long. No way could you get yourself open enough. You'd tried but it failed and you'd ended up using your fingers. The detail on it was awesome though. It looked like it'd been modelled over an actual dick.
You shake your head in response. "No. It was, um, too big."
Negan grinned at you. The same grin he always used, and always seems to have. It was a hell of a sight. "Well ain't that a huge fucking compliment, babydoll."
Confused, you wrinkle your nose at him as he approaches you, confidence in every stride and a very obvious bulge in his pants. "Huh?" You ask, watching the space where his leather jacket meets his jeans; you could see the edge of a white shirt underneath which laid nicely over a flat, toned stomach.
He chuckles darkly, finally reaching you. Fingers, cold from the outside, walk up your legs, starting from your knees. Slowly, he parts them as he goes, making you shiver. "Well...I might not of been totally honest with you when I gave you that thing."
You raise an eyebrow, your attention more on his fingers and where they were heading than what he was saying. "Hmm?"
"You ever seen those, uh, make-a-dicks?"
It takes a moment, and then you freeze, just as his fingers reach the top of your thighs and fan out, tips brushing over the damp material of your flimsy panties. He didn't, did he!? Your mouth drops open and your gaze goes to his eyes just as he wiggles his hips between your legs. "You..you what?"
It would be easier to be angry at him and confront him if you weren't so fucking light headed with lust.
He does that laugh. That husky one which sends shivers up your spine. It's dark and full of mischief. And you can't help but fucking gush at the sound of it. "Yeah, I did." He admits with a unapologetic shrug. "What can I say? You wouldn't let me fuck you. This was the closest thing I could do to get my dick in you."
He..he actually used that model-dick stuff on his own member before giving it to you. And you had no idea that you'd been that close to fucking it without knowing it might as well as been Negan you were fucking...wow. Part of you was angry. So fucking angry but the other half was so fucking turned on. Shit...Negan was certainly packing down below. You wished you had fucked the dildo just so you had a dirty story to whisper in his ear. He'd probably love that.
Shaking your head in disbelief, you found yourself unable to form words. "You...You...little shit," you shake your head with a little laugh.
"You fucking love it." Was his cheeky response and fuck that smile again. "Now, babydoll...I've shown you mine. Only fair you show me yours, huh?"
Sucking in a breath of confidence, you bring your hands up to the straps of your babydoll and slowly drag them over your shoulders and down your arms. Teasingly, you palm the material to your breasts once the straps are off completely with nothing holding it up before slowly letting it fall to your hips.
Negan inhales sharply, his hips thrusting into your core, making you whimper and him groan. "So fucking perfect. I knew you would be. I knew this would be worth the fucking wait." One hand reaches for your breast and you lean back on your arms, your eyes closing. "Shit, you've got the cutest fucking pink nipples."
Both hands are touching you now, a breast each. Your nipples get squeezed between his thumb and finger. "Oh," you moan breathlessly. "Negan, please..."
"I know what you need, babydoll." One hand leaves you so he can rub his dick through his jeans. "Got it right here. You wanna see the real thing, honey? Maybe touch him a little? He's been wanting to play with you for a long fucking time."
"Yesssss." You can't take your eyes away from his dick. The way he's gripping himself, using his thumb and finger to squeeze and rub the head of his cock through the material just like he'd done to your nipple moments before.
"Fucking fuck. This is gonna be good. So fucking good." Quickly, his hands fly to his pants and he unbuckles himself for you. "Senior, say hello to your new girlfriend," he says, letting his pants and underwear drop to the floor and gripping his cock in his palm. Spreading his legs as much as his trousers will let him, he steps forwards and rubs himself against your covered slit. "Aw, baby, how we supposed to introduce 'em if your panties are in the way?" He was practically pouting.
Despite being so turned on you could scream, you found yourself laughing. Negan always did have a strange sense of humour. Wicked at times, morbid others. But weirdly, you understood it. And even laughed most of the time. "Senior?" You ask in amusement.
He shrugs with that fucking smile. "I thought about naming him Negan junior but...ain't nothing junior about him." He's grinning at you. Always grinning. "Now, babydoll. Show me your pretty little slit. I got a friend here who wants to meet her." He wiggles himself at you.
Biting your lip to hide your smile, you reach down with your hand - still leaning back with the other - and pulled your panties to the side.
"Fuckkkk. Would you look at that, senior." He glances up at you, eyes dark. "She shaved for us. Made it all nice and pretty." Very quickly, the smile fell from your face as Negan slid his velvety cock up and down your pussy. Softly at first. Not enough to open your lips; he just tickled them until you moaned and bucked your hips forward, desperate for some more direct contact.
"Fuck," you sob out, wishing he'd just get on with it before you burst.
"You're real desperate for it, huh?" He muses, shifting forward and rubbing the head of his cock against all the right spots. "You're dripping with it. Shit, fuckkkkkk..." he trails off with a curse, having pressed against your entrance. "You're fucking tight. I'm gonna have to use my tongue and fingers to stretch you before I fuck you."
You shake your head. The only thing you wanted in you right now was his huge cock. Nothing else would do. It wouldn't be enough. "I'll be fine. Just please fuck me." You didn't care how desperate you sounded. You were close to fucking crying and would happily let your tears fall if it got you anywhere. "Negan, pleasepleaseplease..."
"Hey now..." he said softly, placing a hand on your cheek and swiping his thumb over your lips. "Calm down. Don't get yourself so fucking worked up. You're getting my dick tonight, no doubt about it. But, baby, I want this to be enjoyable for the both of us which means I gotta stretch you so it won't hurt."
Your lips wobbled and you nodded at him. "Ok," you whispered, wondering why the hell you were getting so embarrassingly emotional. Could it be your time of the month soon? Could it be because Negan made everything feel so fucking intense? Was it because a part of you felt guilty for enjoying having sex with a barbed wire, baseball-bat wielding murderer?
He grins at you like the cat who caught the canary. "Fucking great! Now lean back and spread your fucking legs for me. I'm gonna go to town on this pretty little cunt."
You did as he said, feeling your legs tremble. This was going to be the best oral sex of your life, you just knew it. His desk was cold against your back and you bit your lip as you adjusted to the temperature change. A shaky breath left your lips as he slowly removed your panties.
He tucks them into the pocket of his leather jacket and leans towards your centre, inhaling noisily. "Mmm, holy fuck. Your pussy smells fucking beautiful. You ready for it, honey?" He wiggles his eyebrows at you.
Any other time, you would have laughed at his playfulness but you were gonna murder someone if he didn't touch you all ready. "Yes, yes! I'm fucking ready. Will you just- oh fuckkkk!"
A tongue entered you, making Negan place his hands on your hips so they'd stop buckling into his face. You doubt he minded but it wasn't easy to tongue you when you weren't staying still. A groan came from him then he opened his mouth and sucked at your pussy like a suction cup.
"Mmm, oh God..." You pant, thighs twitching where he held them open with his broad shoulders.
"So-" he swirls his tongue around your entrance. "-fucking-" Trailing upwards, he takes your clit in his mouth and batters it with unforgiving flicks. Releasing it with a pop, he mumbled, "-tasty!"
"N-negan..." You were shaking with pleasure.
"Fuckity, fuck, fuck..." Placing two fingers at your entrance, he forces them into you. "Holy fuck. Shittt. You better fucking cum, babydoll. I'll fucking force it outta you if I have to." Leaning down, he bullies your clit once more, using short, fast and hard lashes with his tongue.
The pulsing in your pussy was getting more and more intense. Your insides clenched against his fingers, even more so when he added a third. His fingers were so damn thick and they pounded you with what felt like the speed of light. "I'm gonna cummm!" You cry out.
With the hand holding your hips, he moved it to your pussy, fingers forming a 'V' as he placed them into the crease of your lips, forcing the hood of your clit back and exposing the sensitive tip of the organ to him. His tongue immediately sought it out and flicked at it relentlessly. If your body wasn't shaking before it certainly was now.
"Oh my GOD!" You scream, orgasm hitting you like a meteorite made out of fire and ice. Your hips spasm, and then your legs, and then before you know it, your whole fucking body. There's something splashing against your thighs and Negans drinking it all in - mouth wide open over your squirting cunt whilst his fingers take over massaging your contracting clitoris.
Briefly, you think to yourself, holy shit this is what Negans wives were talking about.
It takes a good few seconds even after the orgasm has finished for your body to stop twitching. You feel so fucking good and relaxed. Your only regret was that you hadn't let yourself experience this with him sooner.
Taking a breath, you release it with a happy sigh of, "Wow..." Your pussy pulsed pleasantly with aftershocks around Negans fingers which remained in your cunt.
"Fucking tell me about it," Negan agreed, his mouth placing wet kisses along your belly. You could feel how wet his beard was with your juices. "You squirted so fucking hard, for a moment I wondered if you were pissing in my fucking mouth." He chuckles, then adds, "Not that I would have minded. But I like a bit of a warning before hand, you know?" He licks around the curve of your breast.
You didn't know if he was serious or not but you didn't put it past him. Especially because of the stories he'd told you about how he liked to masturbate with Lucille there to rub his cock against. "That was amazing," your voice is scratchy from screaming. "I've never...squirted before."
"Happy to be your first, babydoll." He wiggles his fingers inside of you. "I think you're ready now. I managed to fit four fingers in you, so you should be good to go unless you want me to stick my whole fucking fist in there. I seriously wouldn't fucking mind that."
"No...no, I'm good to go," you assure him with a nervous laugh. The idea of being fisted has always been a bit of a weird one for you. Not that you wouldn't try it...always try something at least once, right? You just weren't ready for that right now, especially not when it was your first time being with Negan.
"Alrighty then," he throws you a grin and removes his fingers from you. Shoving them in his mouth for a good taste, he makes sure there isn't a drop of you remaining before he quickly sheds his leather jacket and shirt. You hungrily take in the sight of his toned chest while he braces his feet on the floor and places himself at your entrance. He pushes the head in. "Oh hell...fuck that's real fucking nice."
"Yessss," You moan and grab the sides of the desk in your hands. It stung slightly as he stretched you but you knew it would have been a hell of a lot worse had he not prepared you. You were suddenly very grateful that he'd convinced you to let him.
He groans loudly as he bottoms out. "Fucking hell, what a sweet fucking pussy. How'd you want it, darlin'?"
"Hard," you answer immediately. "And fast. I wanna know what it feels like when you cum." You didn't have to worry about falling pregnant because every woman in the Sanctuary was given a implant by the doctor. Negan didn't want any kids running around, his or anyone else's.
"Read my fucking mind." With that, he pulled out and slammed back in.
You felt so full and amazing. It was fucking intense. He was so big and his hand kept on sliding up and down your body. You tried to keep up with his pace but it was a struggle.
After a while, he slipped an arm underneath your lower back and changed the angle of his hips, causing him to hit your g-spot with every thrust.
"Oh god, oh God...ohgodohgodohgod..." You chanted, moving your arms so they wrapped around his shoulders. Another orgasm was building in you and it won't be too long before you're falling over that edge again.
"Fucking yesssss," he hisses into your chest, the skin sore and red thanks to his stubble. He licks the area as if to sooth it and then grips your face in his hand, squishing your lips and forcing your eyes onto his. "Show me what you look like when you're cumming all over my fucking dick. And don't you fucking dare look away from me when you do."
Obediently, you stare up at him, your orgasm extremely close. Your knees brush against his sides and your breath starts hitching again. Oh shit, here it is. "Ohhhh god..." You try to keep your eyes on him but you can feel them rolling into the back of your head as your body spasms once more.
"Fuck. Shit. Fucking fuck..." his head falls back down onto your chest as he grunts, thrusts becoming erratic. His dick pulses hard inside of you. "You're so fucking beautiful. So fucking good. Fuck. I fucking love fucking you." Slowly, his thrusting comes to a stop.
"So," you manage to say after a few moments. "When are we doing that again?"
Negan chuckles and gives a long lick up your neck before placing his head in front of yours. You immediately find yourself wanting to kiss him but you know he won't like that. None of his wives are allowed to kiss him. "You're fucking perfect. Give me ten fucking minutes and I'll be ready."
You grin and bite your lip. Ten minutes couldn't pass quick enough.