Authors Note: I have been in a block with my Bad Things fic lately so I wrote this to maybe hopefully get my creative juices flowing ;P this will probably only be two parts or so. Without further ado...
You lay in the center of Negan's bed, wearing nothing but a tiny black lace thong, strappy black stilettos, and your husbands leather jacket.
If it were any of the other wives wearing his jacket he'd probably be annoyed, but you knew damn well that you were his favorite. Hell, you spent more nights in his bed than you did in your own; and the other wives didn't seem to mind, as long as Negan was taking care of them.
He was different with you than the others, gentle, kind, sweet. You would stay up until the early hours of the morning just talking, about anything. Your likes, dislikes, dumb shit you did in high school. You two knew each other better than most probably knew about you.
You smile devilishly when the door opens, and the dark haired leader strolls through the door wearing dark jean and a white t-shirt, Lucille hanging from his hand. He doesn't notice you right away, so you take advantage of the moment and let your eyes rake over his tall figure.
Negan was nearly a foot taller than you, and made you feel miniature when he held you in his strong arms.
"Christ, (Y/N)." Negan said drawing you out of your daydream. You look up to meet his eyes, a smirk gracing your lips. "I should have known you had my fuckin' jacket."
You rose from the bed crossing the room to stand in front of him "Am I in trouble?" You placed a hand on his firm chest, looking up at him through your lashes "Are you going to punish me?"
He pushes the jacket open a bit, revealing your breasts to him, "I just fuckin' might, baby girl." He brings one hand to rest on your hip, while the other snakes up to tangle in your (y/h/c) hair. He pulls you against his body, kissing you roughly and letting out a needy growl.
You let out a soft moan and his tongue pushes past your lips, tangling with yours. He moves the hand on your hip, down to your butt, giving it a rough squeeze, then a quick slap.
He breaks the kiss and rests his forehead against yours, "Get on the bed. On your hands and fuckin' knees." He takes a step back and peels his shirt off in one smooth motion, tossing it to the side.
You do as he says obediently and take a deep breath to calm your nerves. You trust Negan completely, but he's always unpredictable and you never know his plans. It's inevitable that he's going to spank you, but when? Now? In an hour? Tomorrow?
Your torn from your thoughts when you feel the bed shift behind you.
"It's not fuckin' nice to hide my shit from me, princess." He says trailing a rough hand up the back of your thigh, resting it on your ass. "Is it?"
"N-No."
You let out A gasp when a sharp smack lands on your cheek, "What was that? I didn't quite hear you." He smooths his hand over the spot he just hit.
"No, sir."
SMACK! He slaps your ass a little harder, "Close, but not the fuckin' name I'm lookin' for baby girl." His fingertips trail over the edge of your thing and down the crack of your ass, stopping at your heated core. "Try again, baby. Is it nice to hide my shit from me?"
You gulp, knowing Negan can feel how wet you are. You've been wet and ready for him since you got naked and put his leather jacket on an hour ago, and his presence had increased your desire tenfold.
"No Daddy."
He lets out a soft chuckle, pulling his hand away from you, leaving you feeling bereft at the list contact.
"Good fuckin' girl." His hands find the waistband of your panties, pulling them down your legs agonizingly slowly, "Now I'm going to spank you 15 times, and you're going to fuckin' count, okay?"
"Yes Daddy." You say in a hoarse whisper. He lays his hand flat on your ass, rubbing it softly.
"Why am I spanking you, (Y/N)?"
SMACK.
"Ah! One! Because I hid your jacket from you!" He continues stroking his hand over your ass.
"And why did you hide it from me?"
SMACK! SMACK!
"Two! Three! Because I wanted to surprise you!"
He brings his hand back to your ass gently, stroking over the heated flesh.
"You're a little slut, aren't you (Y/N)?"
SMACK!
"Four! Y-yes Daddy!"
He lets out a low chuckle,
SMACK!
"Five!"
"For me?"
SMACK!
"Ugh six! Yes Daddy!"
"Only me?"
SMACK!
"S-seven! Yes. Daddy." You stutter out. You don't know how much longer you can keep this up. Being spanked is one thing, but being spanked and interrogated like this, was a whole other level of arousing.
He fingers trail down your ass to your core, making your insides clench, wanting him to push a finger inside, but not being brazen enough to say so.
"Mmm, you're practically dripping for me, (Y/N). Do you want me to fuck you?"
"Yes, Daddy" you hummed, pushing your hips back towards his delicate fingers.
He continued spanking you, while you counted each and every one in anticipation of what was to come.
"Fifteen!" You cried out as he landed the final blow. You bowed your head, almost panting with need.
"Get up." Negan said huskily as the bed shifted behind you.
You clambered of the bed and stood on shaky legs as you watched Negan kick off his boots and undo his belts, his eyes, burning with lust, never leaving yours.
He pushed his pants and underwear over his hips, letting them pool at his feet, and stepped out of them. Your eyes leave his, trailing down his tattooed chest, the dark hair covering it, following the trail of hair down his torso, to his impressive erection. It made your mouth water and go dry at the same time, every time you saw it. You licked your lips.
He took the few steps over to you, so your bodies were almost touching.
"You're sexy in my clothes, but you're even hotter out of them." He said pushing the smooth leather jacket over your shoulders, letting it fall to the floor with a soft thud. He pressed a soft kiss to your lips and picked you up, tossing you back onto the bed.
You sat up on your elbows, watching him, waiting for his next move. He stepped around to the end of the bed and crawled up it like a cat- no, like a lion stalking its prey, his hazel eyes locked in on you, almost dark brown with lust.
He stopped at your feet and grasped one, kissing your ankle softly, "As sexy as these are, they need to fuckin' go too." He said unbuckling the strap on your shoe, sliding it off your foot and dropping it to the floor, doing the same with the other.
He trailed kisses up your smooth leg, his coarse facial hair ticking you, making you squirm, skipping over the place you wanted his skilled lips most. He placed open-mouthed kisses above and below your belly button, then trailed some more up your chest.
He placed a soft kiss to your nipple and his hazel eyes met your (Y/E/C) ones as he took the hardening bud into his mouth, sucking then swirling his tongue around it.
Negan kissed a line over the swell of your breast and up your neck, ending below your ear.
"You know I love you, right (Y/N)?"
"Yes." You whispered, nodding your head and wrapping your arms around him.
"Good. Cause Daddy's gonna fuck you like he doesn't."
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