Negan lays back on the bed, his hands behind his head. "That's it ladies," he smiles, as several half naked women run their hands all over him. "Fuck! That feels so fucking good! Hey, stay away from my ass," he frowns, glancing between his thighs. "Just keep doing what you're doing ladies, cos it's fucking awesome!"
"Negan."
"That's it, say my fucking name," he groans.
"Negan."
"Yeah, keep doing that with your mouth, oh fuck!"
"Negan."
"Okay, whoever the fuck keeps saying my name needs to stop now, you're putting me off," he frowns.
"Negan."
The mattress begins to move slightly beneath him, rocking him from side to side.
Negan lifts his head. "Did someone start bouncing on my dick without my fucking say so?"
The women in front of him begin to fade.
"What the fuck?"
"Negan."
"Who the fuck is that?" He frowns, looking around his bedroom.
"Negan, Negan!"
Negan slowly begins to wake, his body rocking from side to side.
Rachel bounces childishly on the bed. "Negan, wake up!"
Negan lifts his head. "What the fuck?"
"It's Christmas!" She smiles.
Negan stares at her for a moment then turns on to his stomach, shoving the pillow over his head.
"Negan," she shakes his shoulders.
"It's not even fucking light yet," he mumbles from beneath the pillow. "Let me go back to my dream."
Rachel pulls back the covers and straddles him from behind. "Wake up, Negan. It's Christmas."
Negan grunts.
Rachel begins to slam her hips against his ass. "If you don't wake up, i'm going to get the dildo out of the sex closet."
Negan chuckles beneath his pillow. He turns over beneath her, grabbing her waist. "Why aren't you dressed as Mrs Santa?" He frowns. "You promised."
"I'm not going to walk around the sanctuary dressed as a slutty Mrs Santa. I'll do that later," she smiles. "That is, if you get up."
"It's just another fucking day, like all the rest," Negan frowns.
"Don't be such a humbug," Rachel pouts. "Come on, i wanna see what's under the tree."
"Santa doesn't visit naughty girls," Negan teases.
"Hey, i'm always good," she smiles.
"Yeah, and i'm a fucking virgin," Negan jokes.
Rachel slaps him playfully on the chest, then hops off the bed. "I'm going to go pee, and you better be up by the time i'm done."
Negan rolls his eyes as she heads to the bathroom. "So i don't even get a Christmas morning blowjob?"
"Maybe later," she shouts from the bathroom.
"Yeah yeah," Negan mumbles under his breath. He pulls back the covers and follows her to the bathroom.
"Jesus, Negan! I'm trying to pee here," she frowns.
"It's nothing i haven't seen before," he chuckles, grabbing his toothbrush.
Rachel washes her hands and grabs her toothbrush. "Please tell me you're keeping that," she points at his beard.
Negan spits in the sink. "Fuck no. I'm shaving this fucker off."
She wraps her arms around his neck. "Please, just for today."
Negan looks down at her, wrapping his arms around her waist. "Hmm, since you asked so nicely. But just for today."
"Hurry up and get dressed, i want to see what you got me," she smiles.
"What makes you think i got you anything?" He teases.
"I know you've got me something, because you're not that stupid, and, you plan on keeping this intact," Rachel squeezes his dick playfully.
Negan dresses in his usual dark jeans and white shirt, still moody over not getting a Christmas morning fuck. He watches Rachel get dressed, and the excitement on her face warms him a little. "Are you fucking ready yet? Practically fucking dragged me out of bed, and you're not even fucking ready."
"Don't be such a grumpy sod, i'm nearly done," Rachel frowns as she puts on her boots. "There, you happy?"
"No, i'd be happy if you'd let me finish the rest of my dream," Negan complains.
"Why, what were you dreaming about?" She smiles.
"You," Negan grins.
"You're a rubbish liar," she frowns.
"Come on," Negan says sarcastically, making his way towards the double doors. "Let's see what Santa fucking brought."
Rachel's eyes light up as she enters Negan's lounge area. They'd both put up a fake tree the week before, and they'd both decorated it, much to Negan's annoyance. The only thing they'd been lacking was some Christmas lights. But now the tree was lit up.
"Did you do that?" She turns to him.
"Maybe," he shrugs his shoulders.
Rachel wraps her arms around his neck, kissing him briefly. "Well aren't you sweet."
"Not really, i'm hoping it'll get me laid," he smiles.
She slaps his chest playfully. "Shut up. Hey, i got you something."
"I should hope you fucking did," Negan says as she heads back to his bedroom. His face drops as she comes back out. "I am not fucking wearing that."
"Come on, it's so you," she smiles.
Negan huffs lightly. "Alright, but only while we open the presents."
Rachel places a black and white Santa hat on his head, the words, Bah Humbug printed on the front. "Perfect."
They both sit in front of the tree, a pile of gifts beneath it.
"Here," she grabs a gift. "You first."
Negan opens the present. He frowns slightly. "Socks. You got me some socks?"
"Why? Don't you like them?"
"Erm.. yeah, they're great," he raises an eyebrow.
Rachel furrows her brow. "You're such a sarcastic bastard."
"I'm not being sarcastic. They're the best pair of socks i've ever fucking seen, my feet are eternally fucking grateful, happy?"
"No," she pouts.
Negan grabs a present. "Here."
Rachel grabs it, sulking slightly. She tears at the paper and raises an eyebrow. "Lingerie," Rachel looks at him.
"Yeah, you'll look hot as fuck in that."
"So basically. You got me something that's really for you," she says skeptically.
"If you wanna fucking see it like that? I thought you'd like it. You look like you love it as much as i love my socks," Negan says.
Rachel tries to keep a straight face and fails, giggling lightly. Negan chuckles along with her.
"Alright," she grabs another present. "You might like this one more than the socks."
Negan tears at the paper. It's a box. He takes the lid off, expecting some kind of ridiculous jewellery. His face lights up. "Wow!"
Rachel's heart melts at the look on his face.
Negan takes out a large bowie knife with a black handle. "Now this, is a fucking present!"
"Turn it round," she smiles.
Negan looks at her then at the knife, turning it round in his hand. He grins from ear to ear as he looks at the handle. Engraved upon it is Lucille. "This is fucking perfect," he says in awe. "When did you do this?"
"I spoke to Jesus, he had someone at Hilltop engrave it for me."
Negan places the knife back in the box. He curls his finger under her chin and kisses her softly. "It's perfect."
"Does it make up for the socks?"
"Don't be so hard on yourself. I really do like those fucking socks," he smiles, biting on his bottom lip.
"Come on, let's open some more," she says.
Negan grabs a present and frowns. "This one says Simon."
"I know, i got it for him," Rachel says.
"Why the fuck did you get Simon a present?"
"Because he's my friend. Wait. Didn't you get him anything?" She asks.
"Fuck no. Why the fuck would i do that?"
"Because he's your right hand man. Did you get anyone a present?"
"I got you some presents, but only because you wouldn't shut the fuck up about it."
"Negan," she frowns.
"We don't normally celebrate Christmas. I mean, who the fuck does anymore?"
"Well, it's a good job i got presents for everyone myself," she says.
"You got presents for everyone?"
"Yes," Rachel nods.
"Every single person here?" Negan questions.
"Didn't i just say that?"
Negan smiles. "Even Dwight?"
"Yes, even Dwight."
"That should be interesting, since you can't fucking stand him. Please tell me you got him an iron," Negan chuckles.
Rachel smothers a giggle with the back of her hand. "That is not funny! And no, i got him a paint set for those little figurines he likes to make."
Negan frowns. "That's actually really fucking thoughtful. Were the fuck did you get everyone's presents from?"
"I didn't take from here, if that's what you're worried about. I found everything myself," she says.
"Hmm, well here," he smiles, grabbing her another present.
Rachel rips at the paper and smiles as she opens the box. "This isn't what I think it is, is it?" She asks, taking the ring from the box.
"No, it's not. You're too fucking valuable to me as a soldier to be a wife, but i thought you could wear it anyway," he says, taking the ring from her.
"Why? So everyone can know i'm not available?"
Negan chuckles lightly. "Fuck you're smart. So will you wear it?"
Rachel stares at him holding out the ring. His face pleading and needy. Her heart melts. "Yes, i'll wear it," she smiles, holding out her hand.
Negan places the ring on her finger. "It fits," he smiles, his eyes burning into hers.
"I love it," she smiles. Rachel clears her throat and looks away. "When we're finished here, i'm going to make myself scarce. I've got stuff to do."
"What kind of stuff?"
"Christmassy stuff," she smiles. "Anyway, your wives will be here soon."
"They will?" Negan asks, confused.
Rachel twiddles her thumbs nervously. "Yeah, they'll want to open their presents too."
Negan stares at her. "I didn't get them presents."
"No, you didn't. Because you're an arsehole. I did it for you," she says.
Negan's face drops a little.
"Look, i'm not going into it, because i don't want to ruin my good mood. But they've all got something, and no, it isn't lingerie. They've got enough of that," she says uncomfortably.
Negan runs his hand through her hair. "You know i care about you, right?"
"I know," Rachel smiles. "Come on, let's open something else."
"Wow! This is really great, Negan," Amber smiles. "How did you know i wanted this?"
Negan furrows his brow. "Erm.. lucky guess?"
"Well it's great, i love it. Thank you," she smiles, kissing him on the cheek.
Negan watches his wives. He'd have never in a million years thought to get them stuff like that. Rachel was right, he would've just gotten them more lingerie. Each of his wives has a smile on their face. Christ! Even Sherry had smiled as she'd opened her present, and that was one hard woman to please. Seeing his wives happy, made him happy. Negan wonders if that's why Rachel went to all the trouble of getting them something each. He begins to feel a very real ache in his chest, then scolds himself mentally. Fuck off with that shit!
Negan roams round the sanctuary, a whole array of smells hitting his nose. He stands above the main floor, watching over his workers as they eat what looks like a hearty meal. He hears footsteps beside him. "Dwight," Negan nods. "Where the fuck did they get all that from? Because i know none of those fuckers earned enough points for a meal like that."
Dwight shifts his feet nervously. "Rachel, she helped out in the kitchen. Said she caught the meat herself."
"I'm sure she did," he frowns slightly. "You know where she is?"
"Last i saw she was headed outside with Simon," Dwight says.
"Outside? It's fucking freezing out there, what the fuck would they be going outside for?" Negan grumbles.
Dwight shrugs his shoulders and walks off.
Negan zips up his jacket, his signature red scarf wrapped around his neck, and heads outside. He stands at the railing, searching for Rachel and Simon. The sound of laughter fills his ears. He makes his way to the back of the sanctuary, the snow crunching beneath his boots. Negan stands there a few moments, watching the pair of them. "What the fuck are you doing?"
Simon looks up at him, holding a ball of snow in his hands. "Building a snowman, what's it look like?"
Negan pinches the bridge of his nose. "You're building a snowman. You do realise your supposed to be my right hand man?"
"Yeah, what's your point?" Simon asks, wide eyed in confusion.
"We're supposed to be the badass saviors. Someone sees you building a fucking snowman, it doesn't look very fucking badass, does it?" Negan frowns.
"Well i don't know. My hands are pretty cold from the snow, that's kinda badass," Simon smiles.
"Who cares what people think. Stop ruining our fun, Negan," Rachel says.
"Yeah, Negan. Stop ruining our fun," Simon grins.
"Shut the fuck up, Simon," Negan frowns.
"Don't be so grumpy," Rachel says, getting to her feet.
Simon gets to his feet uncomfortably. "I'm gonna go see if there's any Christmas dinner left," he points towards the sanctuary. "Seeya."
Rachel crosses her arms. "You're such a buzz kill."
"How the fuck do you get a buzz from building a snowman?"
Rachel frowns. She bends down and scoops up some snow, rolling it in her hands.
Negan stares at her, his face stern. "Don't you fucking da-," it hits him square in the face before he finishes his sentence. Negan closes his eyes, wiping at his face.
Rachel looks at him uncertainly as Negan clenches his jaw, his face devoid of emotion.
"You're gonna regret that," he says coldly. Then his lips curl up into a smirk, as he leans over and scoops up snow between his hands. He throws it at her, aiming for her face. She blocks it with her hand and scoops up some more snow.
They run around, laughing like two children for what seems like forever. Rachel tackles him to the ground, holding a snowball in her hand.
"Say my snowman is the best snowman ever, or you eat this," she threatens him, half smiling.
"Eat what?" Negan licks his lips suggestively.
Rachel giggles. "You're such a dick."
Negan strokes her waist. "You want my what?"
"Fuck off," she laughs.
"Let me fucking give it another look," Negan squeezes her waist lightly before she gets to her feet. He stands beside her in front of the snowman, squinting his eyes. He shakes his head. "It's missing something. I know," Negan unwinds his scarf and wraps it around the snowman. "There. Fucking perfect. Now it's the best snowman ever," he grins, wrapping an arm round her waist.
They head back to Negan's room, walking through the lounge.
"Hey wait!" Rachel pulls at his arm.
Negan rolls his eyes. "What now?"
Rachel points above the door. "Mistletoe," she smiles, placing her hands on his shoulders.
Negan grins. He reaches up and pulls at the mistletoe, holding it between his fingers. Negan hangs it over his belt with a smirk.
Rachel raises an eyebrow and stands on her tiptoes, kissing him softly. "Nice try," she whispers against his mouth. Rachel takes a step back. "You hungry?"
"Fuck yeah!" Negan grins.
"Not for that," she giggles.
"You do realise i haven't had sex at all today. My nuts feel like they're gonna fucking explode!"
"I'm sure you'll live," Rachel nods.
"Fuck it, i am hungry," Negan smiles.
"I'll go get us something. You put your feet up, i'll be back in five," Rachel smiles as she heads down the corridor.
Negan watches after her then heads to his room. He takes off his jacket and boots before falling down on the sofa.
Rachel walks through Negan's door with a tray in her hands. She tilts her head to the side and smiles at the sight of him. Negan snores lightly, his bare feet resting against the coffee table. She places the tray down and tickles his feet. He snorts, his feet kicking out.
"Fucking hell. Will i ever get to finish that dream?" Negan mumbles as he stretches out with a yawn. "You really need to fucking learn how to wake me up properly."
"Yeah yeah," Rachel smiles. "I brought your food," she gestures towards the tray.
Negan sits forward, lifting the lid off. "Hmm, fuck that smells good." He goes to grab his dessert first, but Rachel slaps his hand playfully.
"Dinner first," she frowns.
"You know, sometimes, you're about as fun as fucking herpes," he jokes.
Rachel raises an eyebrow. "Thanks for that."
Negan smirks as he grabs a plate, resting it in his lap. "Hmm, did you make this?" Negan asks through a mouthful of food.
"Not all of it," Rachel says.
"Thought not, that's probably why it tastes so good," Negan teases.
"Are you purposely trying to piss me off?" She frowns.
"Maybe," he smirks.
Negan finishes his meal. He lays back against the sofa rubbing his stomach. "Fuck! That was good."
"You ready for a proper dessert?" Rachel smiles suggestively.
Negan sits up, running his hand over her thigh. "Fuck yeah!"
"I'll be five minutes," she says, walking to the bathroom.
Negan sits on the edge of his bed. He'd been waiting for over twenty minutes. "You're not taking a shit in there are you?" Negan grimaces.
"Jesus, Negan! Don't be so vile!" She shouts.
After another five minutes, the bathroom door swings open. Negan turns his head and grins from ear to ear. "Fuck!" He almost groans.
"You like it?" Rachel smiles, as she steps out in a sexy Mrs Santa dress with matching stockings and heels.
"Fuck yeah!"
"You're wearing your Santa hat," Rachel giggles.
"Fuck yeah i am! Now get the fuck over here and sit on Santa's lap. See what he got you for Christmas," Negan holds out his hand.
Rachel walks over to him. He grabs her waist, pulling her onto his lap. Negan runs his hand over her thigh. "So what did you get me?" She smiles.
"Well that depends on whether you've been a good girl."
"I have," Rachel pouts.
"Hmm, i find that very fucking hard to believe," he grins as his fingers play with the elastic on her panties. "Santa knows when you've been naughty," Negan slips his fingers inside her panties. She moans lightly, her hand squeezing his shoulder. She takes her other hand and guides him towards her clit. Negan chuckles, pulling his hand from her underwear. "Good girls don't do shit like that," he smiles. He places his hand behind her back and pushes her forward over his knee. Lifting her dress up, he strokes her lacy underwear, before bringing his hand down against her ass.
Rachel inhales sharply. She barely has time to take another breath before he spanks her again. "Negan!" She moans, her fingers clawing at his thigh.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" Negan smiles, before spanking her again. "You're such a dirty girl. A dirty, dirty, girl!" He growls, spanking her in quick succession. He sits her back up in his lap, grinning as she winces slightly.
Rachel rolls her ass against his growing erection, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Don't tease me," she pleads, biting on her bottom lip.
Negan strokes her neck and pulls her in for a kiss, running his hand through her hair. He lifts her and lays her down on the bed, his fingers tracing the curves of her body. Negan takes the hat from his head and tosses it to one side. He lowers himself, kissing her lips softly. Bringing his hand to one side of her neck, he nips and sucks at the other side, his lips curling into a smirk as she squirms beneath him.
Rachel tugs at his shirt, pulling it over his head. She curls her fingers through his chest hair, shivers running down her body as he ghosts his lips over her collarbone. "Negan," she moans breathlessly, her thighs tightening against his waist. "I want you."
Negan's cock twitches against his jeans as he looks down at her, his eyes dark with lust. He grabs the top of her dress and tears it straight down the middle with his bare hands, her almost naked body breathing heavily beneath him. Negan trails kisses over her breasts, her nipples hardening as he rolls his tongue over them. His beard prickles against her skin as he works his way slowly down her body, kissing and nipping at her sensitive skin with his teeth. Negan bites at the elastic of her panties and slowly pulls them down her thighs with his teeth.
Rachel watches him in awe, heat pooling between her legs. She watches as he kisses his way back, starting at her ankles and working all the way up to her inner thighs. Her entire body breaks out in gooseflesh, every touch of his sending sweet shivers all over her. "Negan," she moans, writhing beneath him. She twitches as he flicks his tongue teasingly over her clit, her thighs tensing in anticipation.
Negan looks up at her, smirking between her thighs. He ghosts his lips over her clit, tormenting her. Rachel brings her hips up, wanting more than anything to feel his lips on her. But Negan places his hand on her stomach with a chuckle and pushes her back down.
"Negan, please," she almost whimpers.
"Are you gonna be a good girl from now on?" He growls seductively.
Just the feel of his breath against her hot sensitive skin makes her ache deep inside. "Yes, Negan. I'll be good."
Negan smiles then lowers his head, his lips finally giving her much needed relief. He grabs her hips as he sucks gently on her clit, his tongue rolling over her gently when the sensations get too much.
Rachel throws her head back against the bed, the heat taking over her as she nears her orgasm. "Don't stop!" She gasps.
Negan kisses her clit, then lifts his head with a smirk.
"Negan," she whimpers.
"Not happening, baby. You come when i fucking say so. And i want you to come all over my cock!" He grins. "Come show me how much you want it, baby," he growls, as he unzips his jeans, his cock springing out in front of her.
Rachel moans just at the sight of it. She sits up and rolls her tongue around his reddened tip, smiling as he lets out a groan.
Negan inhales sharply as she grazes her teeth lightly down his length, replacing them quickly with her mouth and tongue. He grabs a handful of her hair as she bobs her head back and forth. "Fuck! That's it baby," he groans, tilting his head back. He pulls her head off his cock, knowing if he doesn't, he'll blow his load. "Fuck, baby!" He looks down at her with a smile. "My dick is fucking throbbing!"
Rachel wraps her arm around his neck and pulls him down against her. "Give it to me," she moans against his mouth.
Negan wraps his fingers around her neck possessively and kisses her, his tongue almost forcing it's way into her mouth. She welcomes it, her own colliding needily with his. Negan throws his pants to one side. He teases his cock between her legs till he can bare it no longer. He slides into her slowly, groaning as she claws at his shoulders.
"Oh god, Negan!" She moans as he slides into her inch by inch. A delicious heat builds inside as he rolls his hips against hers, his pubic hair rubbing against her clit.
"Don't you fucking come yet," Negan growls, as he slides himself slowly back out. "You come when i fucking say so," he whispers against her ear before biting at her neck.
Rachel curls her fingers through the back of his hair as Negan keeps up his torturously slow pace, refusing to allow her what she so desperately needs. She brings one hand down to his ass, pushing him against her with urgency.
Negan grabs her wrists and pins them against the bed. He bites on her bottom lip. "Fuck, baby! Your pussy is fucking heaven!" He groans.
"Please, Negan! I need it!" Rachel pleads with him.
Negan slams his hips against her, rolling them as he's balls deep. "Is that what you want, baby?"
"Yes! Oh god yes!" She throws her head back, her hips coming up to meet his.
Negan thrusts into her, rolling his hips against hers. "Not yet, baby. Not until i fucking say," he groans.
She nods her head beneath him, struggling to hold back. She's not the only one, as Negan's overly sensitive cock throbs inside her. He begins to thrust into her mercilessly, his balls smacking against her ass.
"Oh god, Negan! I can't, i can't hold back!" She cries.
"Don't, baby. Don't hold back. Come all over my cock!" He groans.
And with that, the ache deep within her unwinds. Pleasure courses through her entire body as her orgasm hits her hard. "Oh god!" She cries as she feels herself pulsating against him.
"Oh fuck! Baby!" Negan growls as she tightens around his cock. He thrusts into her deeply as he shoots his load, coating her walls with his come. Negan rests his head in the crook of her neck, fighting to get his breath back.
Rachel wears a satisfied smile, as she trails her fingers up and down his back.
After a few moments he rolls off her, still struggling to get his breath back. Negan grabs her waist and pulls her into him, stroking her hair. "Jesus, baby. Have you got any idea what you do to me?"
Rachel smiles. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"The fuck you don't," he smiles. "Merry Christmas, baby."
Rachel smiles contently. "Merry Christmas, Negan."