Okay, so I wasn't dead.

Fuck.

I tried to sit up, but Negan's voice caused my to very nearly leap out of my skin.

"You are in some deep, deep shit."

F.u.c.k.

I glanced down. I was in a drug-induced state of physical bliss. Negan's words sounded slurred, though I knew that was an effect of the drugs. My tired eyes met his gaze and I cringed, silently pleading with him to just go ahead and fucking end me.

What - I bet he kept me alive just so he could kill me himself.

"I fucked up."

"Yeah, you did fucking fuck up," Negan snarled. "What the fuck was going through your head?"

"I don't know."

"Simon said you wanted to fucking help. You know what would have fucking helped? Staying the fuck back like a good little girl—"

"I wanted to impress you—"

"Yeah, yeah, you did a real fucking great job," Negan pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing. "So fucking stubborn."

"I'm alive, aren't I?" I chuckled.

"Fucking barely."

"Tis' just a flesh wound," I pressed my palm against my shoulder, wincing. I managed to sit up again, careful not to jostle the gashes over my ribcage. "I will admit, being attacked by a tiger during the apocalypse? Not expecting that."

I could see Negan's eyes soften. He scooted his chair closer, eyes flickering over my bandaged frame. One hand tentatively came up to rest against the back of my neck.

"Don't fucking try and impress me again. If you want to impress, me make sure none of my men die from a fucking flu or whatever."

I met Negan's gaze. He was staring at me, eyebrows raised, waiting for me to acknowledge his words. I did, nodding and chuckling. His thumb brushed against the nape of my neck and he leaned forward, capturing his lips with mine.

"When you're healed, Simon and I will be fucking waiting. Don't fucking stress yourself until then."

Don't be nervous.

Don't be. You know these two.

You know them. You trust them.

I draped myself across Simon's bare chest, my eyes lazily floating over to where Negan lay, white shirt and his shoes abandoned on the floor along with the rest of our clothes. I lazily reached out to palm his dick through his pants, feeling Simon's hot breath against my neck.

"F-fuck," Negan breathed. I chuckled, pulling my hand away and kissing my down Simon's chest. I was well aware that Negan was watching as I promptly wrapped my lips around Simon's dick, moaning around him as I tasted him on my tongue.

Simon grunted and sat up, tugging me into his lap. The bed shifted as Negan nestled his face against my neck, peppering the skin with bites and kisses. One hand snaked up my stomach, palming my breasts. His other hand brushed across the reddened line across my shoulder, his lips pressing against it softly. I rolled my hips, earning myself a low groan from Simon. His hand slipped beneath my panties and I let out a yelp, slamming my hands against his shoulders in surprise.

"I want to fuck her first," Negan growled, rolling my nipple between his fingers, his voice a low, animalistic growl that caused me to shudder. I tipped my head back, giggling, impressed by his enthusiasm.

Simon looked hesitant, but I was able to lean forward and gently press a kiss against his mouth. "Sharing is caring, you know."

"I don't like sharing," Simon mumbled. "Especially not…you—"

"We'll both fuck her, how about that," Negan snarled. "I'll punish her ass, you play with her fucking pussy—"

"How about no," I barked, elbowing Negan in the gut. He grunted, easing back. Simon ducked his head, eagerly wrapping his lips around my breast.

This feels good. It feels right even though it shouldn't, and it feels good.

"Fucking fine," Negan growled. "God, this is so fucking hot. Come here—"

I rolled my eyes, sliding from Simon's lap and focusing my attention on Negan. He was so fucking impatient - although, it was a bit hypocritical of me to judge. I was the same way. It was why I wasted no time in stroking Negan's dick before straddling him, chest heaving as I raised my eyebrows, lowering myself onto him and sighing in pleasure at the outcome.

"Holy fuck," Negan grunted, nails digging into my skin. I groaned, biting on my lower lip so hard that if bled. I could feel Simon's big hands exploring the rest of my body from behind. I glanced behind me, my eyes focused on the rippling muscles on his back as he bent down.

"What are you —oh," I bucked my hips instinctively as a dull pain shot up my spine, followed by the sound of Simon spreading my ass and spitting. He met my eye, unmoving. He was waiting for permission. I nodded.

Negan raised his hips a bit, hands helping me move up and down his dick. His tongue poked past his teeth and he was grinning, satisfied.

"How does that fucking feel, huh? Negan purred, eliciting another moan with a squeeze of his hand and a jolt of his hips. The bed dipped a bit as Simon placed one knee on the mattress, his opposite foot pressing against the floor. He planted one hand against the small of my back, pushing me forward until I was bent over, my lips brushing against Negan's.

Simon gripped my hips and gently pushed his cock into my ass. Negan swallowed my scream with his mouth, one arm snaking around my waist.

The dull pain soon transformed into a twisted pleasure deep in my gut. My grunts and shrieks of pleasure were muffled by Negan's shoulder and, occasionally his lips as he pounded into me. Simon went slow, allowing me to adjust to his girth before moving a bit faster.

"Tell me how fucking good it feels," Negan groaned. "Fucking tell me—"

"So fucking good," I was ashamed at how filthy my own words sounded. "God you both feel so fucking good—"

"You wanted this, huh?" Simon panted, his voice faint. "You're a slut."

"I have to come — have to—"

"Not until we fucking say so," Negan growled, catching my bottom lip between his teeth and increasing his merciless thrusting. "Ain't that fucking right, Simon? Our princess doesn't get to fucking come until we fucking say so!"

What a bunch of bastards!

"You are the fucking worst," I groaned. My fists clenched against the sheets, my mouth open as Simon's movements, rocked me back and forth. I brushed a strand of hair from Negan's face, staring down at him.

"I can't," I whined, feeling myself clench around Negan's dick as I came, the blissful feeling spreading throughout my body like dynamite. Simon gasped, hips sputtering as he pulled out and pumped thick ropes of pearly white across my lower back. I sat up, milking out the last of my orgasm and allowing Negan his own release.

I flopped onto the bed, resting my chest against Negan's. I could feel him stroking my hair, cooing sweet words into my ear. I groaned, my limbs going slack as I finally was able to relax.

"Is this what you wanted?" Simon's palm ghosted against my skin, and he pressed several kisses against my neck. I was already beginning to doze off, and I heard Negan chuckle.

"We wore her the fuck out, Simon."

"Damn right," Simon replied smugly. "Look at her. She can't even keep her eyes open."

"Fuck both of ya'll," I mumbled. "I mean that as an insult and as an invitation."

"Ready to go again?" Simon chided, nuzzling my neck. I was sandwiched between him and Negan, where I belonged.

"Fuck no," I replied. "Let me rest…just…let me rest."

They did.