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[izutsoupmi]

incredibly important decision to take: what to translate the "item" from "transformation item" into

[always-against-the-grain]

on your own time

Summary: continuation of the morning after

Pairing: Negan x reader (female, named Eddie)

Tags: Negan smut, Negan x reader

It had been over a week since your last hook-up with Negan. And he was craving you again.

He caught up with you in a hallway this morning.

“Hey, Eddie,” he called for you, spinning Lucille in his hand.

“Sup boss, what can I do for ya?” You decelerated to a stop and put your back to the wall.

He leaned in, bracing himself on the wall with his free hand. Your heart began to pound, and you felt your body temperature rise.

“There’s a lot you can do for me,” he said softly, his voice still rough, however.

“It’s been a while. What do you say we catch up?” He paused, “I forgot what that body feels like”

Your clit tingled at his words.

“Oh, you remember. That’s why you’re asking,” you cleverly responded.

“Haha, you might be on to something, doll. But that’s not an answer.”

“Yeah, okay,” you smiled.

“7 work?”

“Yes, daddy,” you teased.

“Mmmhhh,” he let out through his nose.

“I’ll see you tonight” he pushed himself off the wall and gently pinched your chin, grazing his thumb on it, before he walked away to do Negan things.

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Later that evening, Negan barged through your door.

A young man named Jack rolled off the full-size bed and thudded on the floor, squirming to button his pants, his hands jittering at Negan’s presence.

Once Jack was buttoned up, Negan gestured at him to leave.

“Get” Negan nodded at the door.

Jack swiftly grabbed his boots and shirt, holding his ítems against his chest as he did a quick walk-of-shame towards the door.

Negan aggressively grabbed him by the forearm before he reached his exit and calmly growled at him, “don’t touch what’s mine again.”

Jack nodded in understanding.

“Negan...” you started, straightening out the hem of your white shirt.

You didn’t know if to explain yourself or be pissed that he interrupted your action.

“What the fuck was that doll?”

“What the Fuck was what? You don’t own me. I can fuck whoever I damn well plea—”

“Quiet” he put an open hand up, slowly closing it into a fist as he lowered his arm.

“Weren’t you supposed to be somewhere tonight, young lady?”

“We said 7,” you counter-argued, “it’s not even—”

You looked at your clock on your nightstand: 7:30

“Awh shit,” you said to yourself.

“‘Awh shit’ is right,” Negan walker closer to you, to the corner of your room.

Negan set Lucille against the wall next to the file cabinet where the walls met. You used that metal furniture as a dresser. He took off his leather jacket to set on top of the cabinet.

“Fuck. Negan, my bad, we were smoking, and I lost track of time.”

Negan leaned against the file cabinet, crossing his arms, not caring much about your excuse.

“So you were just gonna let me fuck you right after Jack?”

“No- I- we were just gonna give each other head” As you said those words aloud, you realized that wasn’t much better.

“Oohh you’re DIRTY dirty. I like dirty, but you stood me up girl and that is unacceptable. And for me to walk in on you..” Negan clenched his fists, replaying the image of another man on top of you.

“You’ve pissed me off, doll,” He said explicitly.

You smiled a little, amused at Negan being riled up, “are you, are you jealous?”

“Shu— Be. Quiet.” He bent his neck side to side, like he was preventing from morphing into a supernatural being.

Negan took a deep breath and pushed himself off the filing cabinet, and launched himself to you.

“I see you’ve gotten too comfortable around me” He gripped your jaw and cheeks together.

“You need to be reminded who’s in charge”

“And we’re 30 minutes behind schedule, and that’s coming out of your end. Are you gonna make it up to me, doll?”

You nodded in his grip.

Negan leaned in to kiss you, his lips barely hovering above yours, before pulling away, leaving you craving his touch.

He carelessly released you from his grasp, even giving your noggin a slight push.

He began unbuckling his belt, making it obvious what he wanted from you.

You helped him pull his undergarment down, just enough for his dick to spring free.

You took the tip into your mouth and swirled your tongue around it. You heard Negan contain a raspy groan within his throat.

Once you brought him in deeper, he held your head in place and began to shallowly fuck your mouth.

You sucked harder, increasing the pressure around his member.

“Ah, yes. You dirty girl,” he praised you, “just like that.”

“Say you’re mine,” he ordered.

I’m not saying that you thought to yourself.

He lightly smacked your face while his dick was in your mouth, “say it”

You refused. You kept sucking him off, hoping that you would cause enough pleasure to make him not care whether you said it or not.

That didn’t work. He pulled your hair close to your scalp, the taut strands causing intense but dull pain.

“Mmmmm,” you groaned, mildly uncomfortable with your hair being pulled.

“Say it” he clenched his fist more forcibly, causing a slightly harder pull on your hair, while also pushing himself to further, causing you to gag briefly before he returned to his original depth.

“I’m yours” your words muffled with his dick in your mouth.

“That’s right” he trusted a few more times before pulling out.

“Undress,” he ordered while he stroked himself.

You shimmed off your pants and pulled off your shirt, while Negan kicked off his boots.

Once you were completely undressed, you laid back on your elbows, legs spread at a natural distance, knees dangling off the edge, ready for reciprocation.

“What the fuck are you doing, doll?” Negan asked, almost rhetorically, “Turn around.”

You were a little caught off guard, as Negan had attended to your needs first in the past.

“Com’n doll, don’t keep wasting my time tonight.”

As you flipped yourself over, Negan slapped your ass hard.

“Fuck” you groaned, initially at the sting, then at the pleasure of the burn.

Negan pushed yourself lower back down into the mattress before you had a chance to create an arch yourself.

“You earned yourself a hard fucking Eddie,” he toyed with your vulva with his hard dick.

He spread your juices in sync with each word he spoke. “And. You’re. Gonna. Take. It. All.”

He entered you and filled you the brim.

He felt incredible as always.

He fucked you hard and slow. Before picking up pace. Eventually reaching a moderate pace, still inserting himself all the way with each thrust.

You felt your search for orgasm plateau, going nowhere near release. Negan was relatively quiet, only softly grunting once in a while.

You turned your head to face him, checking to see where his mind was.

You instantly caught his death glare.

Oh, he was fucking for sport tonight.

He roughly pushed your head so you’d face away from him, and he held the back of your neck to the mattress.

He decided to share his jealous thoughts with you, well, in a way.

“You can fuck whoever you want. But when I’m fucking you, you’re mine. This pussy is mine.” He gave you a brutal thrust.

“That pretty mouth is mine.” He continued as he briefly forced two fingers inside it.

“This ass is mine.” you felt his spit dribble over your other hole.

He began sliding a thumb in.

You clenched and tilted your hips away from him in response.

He pulled out his digit and smacked your ass cheek, “you are gonna let me in, so its best if you relax.”

He attempted to insert his thumb again, and you tensed up once more, having only had anal once before, with him, so you’re your relaxing methods weren’t up to tune.

Smack.

“Relax.”

Once his entire thumb was is in it was bearable than the initial intrusion.

He started thrusting at pace again and simultaneously wiggled his thumb inside you’re puckered hole.

“Ugh fuck baby,” you moaned.

“Baby? Nuh-uh, you don’t get to call me that.”

He pulled out his thumb and punished you with the reinsertion.

“I’m- I’m sorry”

His hard fucking and digit-play built your orgasm towards release

“Come doll. I know your there” he wiggled his thumb faster

“Ughhh” you came, body going limp.

Negan jackhammered into your oversensitive body, you almost had to tell him to stop before he pulled out and ejaculated on your spine.

Negan scooped some of his release form your skin and brought around your head to your mouth, “here, to get the taste of Jack out of your mouth”

You willingly sucked his finger clean.

“Fuck, that’s my dirty girl,” he whispered in your ear.

He looked for your shirt to wipe your back clean, so you’d think of him in the future when it was time to wash it.

He crawled into bed with you, cuddling you from behind. You felt his flaccid dick in the crevice of your ass.

“You alright, Ed?” he noticed you in a haze.

“Yeah,” you answered, but you were slightly confused as to who you were to Negan now, a mistress? A potential wife? His cum slut?

“Did I make up for my fuck up?” You asked

“Of course. Unless you want to repent some more?” He gently bit your shoulder.

“I mean, I do want more, but you had this look tonight. I mean, it was hot, but the whole thing right before...” you trailed off, not knowing how to ask Negan what your relationship status was.

“Listen, I know I don’t own you. I know you’re a sexual woman, and I love that shit. Just don’t eat your food in front of me”

You picked up what he was putting down. When it was Negan’s time, you were his. What you did on your time was fair game.

“Now that we got that outta the way, let me know when you want me to fuck you again. Whatever you want, hard, fast, slow, in your ass” he pressed on you with his last words.

“Anything you want,” he added as he leaned in for the first kiss of the night.