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hellcaster901 · 5 years ago

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The Wedding pt 3

Summary: Y/N is getting married in a few months, and its something that she’s been looking forward to for a while. But she runs into an old coworker, one that she just can’t help feel a connection to. Not only is her best friend not helping, but she’s trying to figure out now what she really wants.

Warnings: 18+ SMUT if you ain’t 18 or over, get out of here!

Author’s Note: MERRY CHRISTMAS/ HAPPY HOLIDAYS. Enjoy the time with your family, and enjoy the time reading this chapter!!! Thank you for being patience, and more will come soon.

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We stepped into the diner, Negan’s hand on the small of my back as we walked in. It was a cute small place, pictures of Marilyn Monroe, JF Kennedy and James Dean scattered along the walls, small records hanging from the ceiling. It was your average 50s themed diner.

“There’s an open both over there, if you guys want to sit there!” The young woman smiled, staring at Negan a little too long. I tried to ignore the feeling of jealousy as she eyed him. He nodded at her, guided me to the booth. The diner wasn’t as crowded as it would be during the day, but there were a few stragglers sitting with friends or by themselves enjoying a plate of pancakes or a burger

Negan slid into the booth, waiting for me to sit down. “I’m going to go to the bathroom.” I smiled, he raised an eyebrow, then the smug grin on his face came over.

“Why don’t you just leave it be?” he smirked dropping his voice. “It’s sexy knowing my cum is dripping out of you.” I felt a chill go up my back, a blush covering my body. I was speechless, trying to come up with a reason why that wasn’t the most comfortable of options. He realized my discomfort, giving me a soft smile. “I’ll order us something to drink.” I gave him a smile, turning on my heels and practically running to the bathroom. I threw myself into the stall, pulling my phone from my back pocket. I dialled Mary up, whispering ‘please please please’ until she answered.

“Are you okay?” She answered, the worry in her voice.

“I’m fine, but Mary.” I started, shaking my head at the excitement rushing through my body. “I just fucked him in his car.” I whispered, a loud squeal came through from the phone.

“Stop it! How was it?” She giggled, I blushed thinking back to it.

“It was… mind-blowing.” I giggled again. “I’m currently in the bathroom, cleaning myself up.”

“Oh it was like that?” She asked, I knew she had her eyebrows raised. I held the phone to my ear with my shoulder, unbuttoning my pants, grabbing a fistfull of toilet paper.

“When I tell you it was mind-blowing, I’m not lying.” I breathed, cleaning myself, making sure I wasn’t going to get a UTI. “He literally ripped my underwear off and stuff them in his pocket.”

“That’s some romance novel type shit.” Mary exclaimed.

“I know!” I excitedly said, lowering my voice when I remembered where I was. I cleaned myself up the best I could, lifting a leg and flushing the toilet, bouncing against the walls.

“What are you doing?” Mary asked.

“In the bathroom trying to flush the damn toilet.” I laughed. I squeezed against the wall, pulling the door open, seeing myself in the reflection. I definitely had a glow to me, a giant smile on my face. “Mary, I feel all giddy.” I laughed, still holding the phone to my ear. “I feel so… so... “

“Alive? Happy? Good about yourself?” She suggested, “Cause that’s how you should fucking feel with someone.” I rolled my eyes, washing my hands, drying them off.

“Ok Mary.” I sighed, rolling my eyes. “I have to get back before he fucking leaves me.” I joked. She gave me a kiss through the phone, reminding me to let her know what was going on. I slipped the phone back into my phone, walking out of the bathroom. I tripped over my own feet as I saw the young waitress leaning against the table, twirling a strand of hair between her fingers. I saw she ruffled her 50s waitress uniform, tucking it up to make it shorter, tugging the front of her uniform down, showing more cleavage. The jealousy was rising in my chest again, my jaw clenching. It looked like Negan knew what was going on, but not biting onto the bait as she hung it in front of him.

I started walking again, Negan noticing me out of the corner of his eye, a smile spreading across his face as he saw me. The waitress looked over her shoulder, her “seductive” smile falling to an irritated frown as I passed her, sliding into the booth. I heard her scoffed softly under her breath as Negan’s attention was no longer on her, his attention now on me. I smiled up at her, feeling that sense of “hell yeah, this man is mine.” But I knew, playing this little game of ‘i’m single’ wasn’t going to last forever. She pushed herself off the table, going to the back room.

“Are you good?” Negan asked. I nodded, reaching for my drink. I took a giant sip, the cold liquid rushing down my throat, Negan watched a proud smile on his face at my condition. I blushed as he stared, looking at me like I was almost the only girl here.

“Just had a dry throat.” I smiled, reaching for my left hand. I almost panicked as I didn’t feel my ring, my heart racing as I raced through my mind to where it was. I remember that it was in my purse, the hot feeling going up my back, subdubing.

“What’s wrong?” I didn’t realize that I was spacing off, my eyes snapping back to him.

“Oh, nothing.” I lied, brushing it off.

“Did you forget about your ring?” He asked, I froze, looking up at him. “I noticed it was off when I picked you up.” I nodded, feeling embarrassed. “Are you guys having problems?” My heart surged at the thought that he did care, asking about what was going on.

“No,” I huffed, thinking over me and Adam’s relationship, “I just… took it off.”

“Cause of us?” My heart swelled, hearing him call us anything.

“I um… how’s life been as a single man?” I smiled awkwardly, changing the subject quickly, grabbing my drink, taking a long sip as he stared at me, his eyes looking over my face. I could tell that this wasn’t the end of the conversation, and he was going to bring it up later, but he sighed, leaning back, indulging me in my question.

“Something I haven’t been used to for a while now.” He chuckled, his shoulders shaking lightly. I laughed with him, watching as he ran a hand over his face again, scratching the skin under his beard.

“How long were you guys married for?” I was genuinely curious, wondering what it was like being married to Negan.

“15 years.” He sighed, I could see the years passing on his face as he thought about it, thinking back on those years living, and growing with someone.

“I’m sorry for asking.” I mumbled, messing with my fingers. He shook his head, waving me off.

“What about you, darling?” He smirked, leaning onto his elbows, staring down at me. “How long have you and old Adam been together?”

“2 years.” I smiled, thinking back on the relationship. The guilt was coming back as I thought back on it, the guilt settling in as I thought back to the good times. Of course there were times, but… he treated me right. “And I’m getting married, and I have cheated on him twice.” I choked out, my throat tightening. I knew Negan wasn’t sure what to do with me, looking at me with a worried face. I felt like I began to panic, the walls almost felt like they were closing in on me, my hands shaking the more I thought about how Adam would feel if and when he found out. “I can’t do this.” I breathed, my chest tightening as I pulled myself from the booth, turning on my heels.

“Y/N!” Negan called after me. I heard him pull himself up, running after me as I stepped outside, the cool air hitting my face once again. I felt my lungs cool as I breathed, my warmed skin cooling off. I grabbed my phone, my hands shaking as I unlocked my phone. “Y/N!” I jumped as Negan grabbed my upper arm, spinning me on my feet, both his hands grabbing my arms. “It’s okay, we don’t have to do this anymore.” He whispered to me, his hands coming up and cupped my face. “We can forget that this ever happened, Eat our dinner, and go our separate ways.”

I don’t think I’ve ever had a panic attack, and I’m not exactly sure how a panic attack felt like, but fuck, I think this is what that was.

“No. No.” I shook my head grabbing his hands and pulling them off my face, feeling like my heart was about to burst out of my chest. “I need to calm down, I need to calm down.” I repeated, my mind racing to wanting to calm down, but instantly making a u-turn to Adam, the wedding, my cheating, how he would feel and react all came to the front of my mind. Negan stared down at me, and I knew I was freaking him out, and I knew he didn’t know what to do. I gasped as he cupped my face again, pulling my head up, his lips meeting mine.

And it was like my mind went blank, his arms wrapping around me, crushing me against him as he kissed me. All those rushing thoughts in my head, going around like a merry-go-round were wiped away as my mind focused on Negan. The way his lips felt against mine, the way his arms felt wrapped around my body. The way I felt completely safe in his arms. I relaxed against him, my body melting in his as he kissed me. It was all a rush, the way he grabbed me, the way I ran out, the way he kissed me softly. He pulled away, our foreheads resting against one another, our breaths mixing together. He caressed the side of my face again, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.

“Let me grab our food.” He whispered, not letting go of me for a second. “Just wait in the car, yeah?” I nodded, breathless and speechless. He reached into his pocket, slipping his keys into my hand. He slowly let me go, watching me as he walked inside, glancing back at me as he got to the counter. I took a deep breath, making small steps to his car. I unlocked my side of the door, sliding in, holding the keys in my hands.

I don’t know what happened, it was fine one minute, and the second I started thinking about Adam, it felt like my whole world was crashing around me. I felt like a mime in a box, getting smaller and smaller, the world seeing it as entertainment. That’s what it felt like. I kept saying that I needed to end things with Negan before it got any more serious, but around him… I couldn’t stop it. I really couldn’t help myself as he stood there either next to me or across from me.

A few knocks came through the window, Negan standing there, two take out boxes in his hand. I leaned across the seat, opening the door. He slid in, setting the boxes between us. I handed the keys over, watching as he started the car, reversing out of the parking lot.

“Did she give you her number?” I joked, seeing the corner of his lips turn up.

“She tried.” He chuckled. The smile on my face faltered a bit, but I covered it with a shake of my head. “She was 17, definetly not wanting to go to fucking jail.” I let out a harder laugh, Negan laughing with me.

There was a comfortable silence between the two of us as he drove, the lights going past quickly, lightening Negan’s face. He didn’t bring up how I freaked out, and he didn’t have to. I knew he was wanting to check up by the way he glanced at me every once in awhile. I felt like I had to say something, explain myself, talking about why I freaked out the way I did. But nothing came out when I tried to talk, opening my mouth and nothing coming out. I looked out the window, watching as the buildings went by, the lights shining on my face.

“Where are we going?” I asked, my head sliding down, feeling the cold glass against my forehead.

“I’m dropping you back off.” He smiled softly. I didn’t argue with him, letting him drive.

“I’m sorry, about before.” I whispered, breaking the comfortable silence. He didn’t say anything, letting me go at my own pace. “It just felt like… everything was happening so fast. My mind kept thinking about Adam and what I thought would happen if he found out. And it all came just… crashing down on me. And it just… rushed at me and I wasn’t sure what to do.” I hardly realized that Negan stopped the car, my apartment building standing before us. Negan watched over me, letting me talk about what I could about what happened. He only smiled, grabbing a box, and getting out of the car. I watched as he walked around his impala, grabbing the handle of my door, helping me out. He didn’t say a word as he walked me to the building’s door, handing me my take out box.

“We can stop.” He told me, staring down at me, leaning against the brick wall. “No more messing around, no more of this.” He pointed towards us. “From now on, we’re simply old coworkers.” He wasn’t giving me an option, telling me what I needed to hear, telling me what was good. I nodded, holding the food in my hand.

“Thank you.” I smiled, looking down at my food, “For the past couple times-” I blushed, Negan chuckling, “- and the food.” He smiled down at me, pushing himself off the wall, backing away from the door. There were no words exchanged as I opened the door, stepping in. I glanced back, Negan standing there, until the door shut, leaving me staring at tan metal.

I sluggishly walked up the stairs, racking over my mind at what happened tonight. There was so much that I couldn’t even wrap my mind around. The mind-blowing sex, the break down, the sweet gestures Negan did to help me calm down. Everything in my body told me to run back downstairs, jump in Negan’s arms and let him have all of me, throwing this stupid engagement ring at Adam.

But I couldn't

I couldn’t throw away a 2 year relationship on the fact of good- not good, incredibly insane- sex. Throwing everything away for someone I hardly know. That didn’t sound right to me at all. No matter how right it felt.

I shook my head, unlocking my apartment. I barely registered anything as I set my keys down on the table, mindlessly walking to the kitchen, swinging my back onto the island, setting the take out food next to them. I ran a hand over my face, combing through my hair.

“And where were you?” I jumped, turning around a hand on my chest.

“Jesus, Adam?” I asked, the living room dark. I reached for the light, the bright light making my eyes adjust. Adam sat down on the couch, almost like a damn horror movie. “What the hell are you doing sitting in the fucking dark?” He looked over at me, his eyes basically dead.

“Where were you?” He asked again, staring down at me. I felt chills run down my back, his watching my every move, and not in the sexy way Negan did, but more of a ‘I’m afraid for my life right now’ way.

“I went out for a late snack with Mary.” I somewhat lied, shrugging. “I should be asking you where you were, not even letting me know where you went.” I slipped my shoes off at the door, walking back into the kitchen grabbing a glass of water. I heard him stand up from the couch, his footsteps dragging across the wooden floor. I rolled my eyes, taking a sip, knowing he was drunk. I glanced over at the entryway, Adam standing there, leaning against the wall.

“Where were you?” He asked again, his words slurring together. I sighed, setting down the cup.

“I told you. Me and Mary went to this diner, and just got something to eat, see?” I pointed to the box. “I didn’t eat a lot, I think my eyes were bigger than my stomach.” He stood there, staring at me, his brown hair a mess, his body slumped as he pushed himself off the wall.

“Where. Were. you?” He asked again, taking steps towards me. I grew weary, staring at him as he got closer and closer.

“Adam, honey, I told you where I was. I don’t know why you keep asking me- Adam!” I gasped, he reached for me, a hand wrapping around my upper arm, his fingers digging into the skin. “Adam, what the fuck are you doing?” I panicked, his hand squeezing around my arm. “You’re hurting me.” I winched, his hand wrinkling the fabric, my arm throbbing under his hold. He stared down at me, his blue eyes wide, looking over me. Without a word, he pushed me away. I grunted as my back hit the counter, my arm throbbing where he was once holding it. “What the fuck was that, Adam?” I yelled at him, the tears threatening to spill. He only shook his head, running a hand through his hair.

“I had too much to drink.” He mumbled, intertwining his hands behind his head, his elbows in the air. “The boys were cheering me on, making me take more shots.” He smirked, his mind going back to the bar I suppose. “And god damn, this one-” He stopped himself, his mind catching up to what he was saying. “Never mind, I’m going to bed.” He mumbled, swinging his hands down, turning his back to me. I heard his heavy footsteps going up the stairs, the door to our bedroom opening and shutting. I ran to the bathroom, turning the light on, unzipping my hoodie and grabbing the sleeve and tugging it down. I brushed against the bright red skin, pressing into it and watching the white skin turn back to it’s red color. I took a deep sigh, rubbing against the hot skin.

I shook my head, pulling up the sleeve. “He just had too much to drink.” I whispered. I left the bathroom, heading upstairs, seeing him already passed out on his side of the bed.

I sighed, going downstairs, sitting on the counter and opening up my takeout. I took a giant bite from the burger, the flavors instantly rushing over my tastebuds, flooding my mouth.

He was right, these were amazing.

***

“How was it last night?” Mary smiled, sitting on my couch with a wide smile. I rolled my eyes, sitting down with her, my knee up to my chest and my leg tucked under me.

“It was… something else.” I shrugged, taking a sip from my tea. “It didn’t go as I planned.”

“What do you mean?” She arched an eyebrow. I set my tea down, telling her everything. From the insane car sex, to my freak out in the diner and cutting the whole thing short. “You freaked out on him?”

“No.” I shook my head, “It all felt so much, and I felt like I was going to just explode. It almost felt like everything was crashing down on me.” She shook her head, sipping from her tea. “And I ran out, and he followed me, and I was just… yelling at him, and freaking out.”

“What did he do?”

“He kissed me.” She choked on her tea, setting down the cup.

“And did you punch him for thinking that was going to work.” I laughed at her.

“No, that’s the thing.” I whispered, thinking back to how I felt. “When he kissed me, it was like everything was just erased from my mind. I wasn’t worrying about Adam, or if someone caught us. It was like it was just me and Negan.”

“Y/N, you obviously have a connection with him.” Mary stated, giving me a serious look. “He kissed you and you felt fine, how do you explain that?” She asked me. I shrugged, grabbing my tea again. She stared at me, waiting for me to say something, if anything, she was looking for me to agree with her. “What are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking that I’m getting a little too personal with this messing around with him.” I blurted out. “That I’m thinking this is something more than what it is.”

“What if it is?” Mary asked, a raised eyebrow. “What if this is something more, and you’re not letting yourself enjoy it.” I rolled my eyes.

“I’m engaged, and I’m messing around with an older man.” I shook my head, my hair brushing my shoulders. “And we’re thinking that this is more than what me and Adam have?”

“Has Adam done that to you? When you freak out and he just has something that calms you down?” I shook my head at her, avoiding her eyes. “I think this is more than what you were hoping.”

“I’m not going to break an egagement and a 2 year relationship because he can fuck.”I bit back, my mind racing once again. “That’s not fair to Adam.”

“It’s not fair to him that you’re cheating in the first place.” I gasped at her, slapping her arm. She laughed at me, shrugging. “I’m right and you know it. If you really cared for Adam, and you had this strong feelings for him, you would’ve never slept with Negan. Let alone, twice.”

“I can’t do what you want Mary.” I huffed. “He probably think this is just a hit it and quit with me, he probably doesn’t want anything else. It’s safer for me to stay with Adam-”

“Than get your heart broken by that hunk?” She finished for me, a smirk on her lips.

“It’s two years that I’ve spent with something. I can’t throw that away because this man knows what he’s doing in the sheets.” Before Mary could reply, my phone vibrated against the coffee table, I leaned forward, seeing Negan’s name pop up. I launched for it, Mary watching me with a confused look as I swiped the message.

“Jesus, what did Adam want.” Mary rolled her eyes, taking a sip.

“It’s not Adam.” I whispered, reading the text. “It’s Negan.”

“What did he say?” She rushed, scooting over, shoulder to shoulder staring at the text message. “‘Hope you slept well, and I hope that burger didn’t go to waste.’ This man is obviously wanting more from you.”

“Shut up.” I laughed, staring down at the text. “What do I even say to that?”

“‘Hope you slept well too, that burger was almost as mind-blowing as that orgasm you gave me.’ How about that?” Mary winked.

“Be serious.” I huffed, biting the inside of my cheek thinking of something. “I shouldn’t reply.” I rushed, turning the phone off.

“Stop it.” Mary yelled, slapping my thigh. “You’re answering. Just say, ‘Hope you slept well too, and I promise, it didn’t.’” I thought about it for a second.

“Ok, I’m saying that.” Mary watched with excited eyes as I typed out the message, both of us watching closely for typos. I hit send quickly, going against everything in my mind telling me to just delete his number. I was about to shut my phone off, not expecting a text, but both me and Mary saw the bubble pop up, the three dots blinking. “Shut up.” I gasped. We both watched with wide eyes as he typed, the bubble staying, then leaving, but then coming back.

“He doesn’t know what to say to you.” Mary giggled, watching as the bubble kept going. We both gasped as a text was delivered.

‘Glad it didn’t.’

“That’s it?” Mary winched. “After all that typing, that’s what he says?”

“Stop it.” I laughed, my thumbs hovering over the keyboard. “What do I say? Should I apologize again about last night.” Mary shrugged, a single nod. “Ok how about, ‘Thanks again, and sorry for freaking out last night.’ Is that good?” Mary nodded again, watching as I typed it out, hitting send. We sat there, watching the messages, waiting. The bubble popped up, blinking at us as he watched.

“All he’s going to say is ‘ok’.” Mary joked, laughing at her own joke. I rolled my eyes, my phone vibrating in my hand.

‘You don’t need to apologize. I get it.’

My heart swelled, reading the text over. Before I could reply, another text came up.

‘I was serious last night, if this need to end, and just go back to people we used to know, then we will. Whatever you are comfortable with.’

“Shut up.” Mary gasped, reading the text again. “He’s really asking you about it, rather than being a dick?”

“What do I say?” I nervously asked, biting the inside of my lip.

“How about-”

“I’m going to say ‘I’m comfortable with you, we don’t have to do anything extreme.’ is that too much? Like too much feelings right off the bat?” I frantically asked, not even noticing I cut her off. She was surprised, seeing me like a teenager texting this man, so frantic and so nervous.

“Say it, if that’s how you feel.” She smiled, a sweet look on her face. I typed quickly, sending it and waiting there for another text. “You look excited.” Mary commented. I tried to play it off cool.

“It’s nothing.” I shrugged, going back to watching my phone, the bubble popped up again, then disappearing. “Ok, I said something wrong.” I mumbled, throwing my phone on my lap. “I obviously put too much feeling into it and now he thinks I’m crazy.” Mary rolled her eyes, and grabbed my phone. She looked at the message, turning it to show me.

‘How about coffee tonight?’ Everything in my body went hot, thinking about this.

“Is he asking you on a date?” Mary laughed, watching my reaction. I shrugged, grabbing my phone from her. “What are you going to say?” She watched, wide eyes.

“Should I be flirty and say, ‘Are you asking me on a date?’ like is that too much?”

“Fucking say it!” She pointed, a giant smile on her face. For a second, it felt like I wasn’t even engaged, just texting someone who was interested.

I typed out the message quickly, looking over it for a second then hitting send. We both sat there quietly, staring at the text message, waiting for the bubble. “What if he just ignores this? And just never talks to me again?”

“Then you get married.” Mary shrugged. I gave her a look of disbelief at her jokes, rolling my eyes. Within seconds my phone went off again, vibrating in my hand.

We both stared at the phone, looking at the text bubbles, waiting for a reply. “This was a mistake. I just know it.” I mumbled to myself, shaking my head. It was almost like we were watching a soap opera, both of us gasping as we saw the bubble come up, the three dots blinking.

‘How would you respond if I did?’ Both our mouths dropped reading his text, Mary slapping my arm.

“Y/N. This is fucking insane” She laughed. “I know I joke about it all the time, but this is fucking real, and I think you should go for it.” She was serious, nothing joking in her manners or anything as she told me what she thought.

“We’re just flirting.” I fought back weakly. “It’s nothing.” We both thought about it for a second, both of us knowing it was more than flirting. “What should I say?” I smiled. We thought for a moment. “How about, ‘You’ll find out at coffee.’? IS that too much?” She gave me a ‘do it’ look. I quickly typed out the text, hitting send and watching as the bubble popped up instantly.

‘Saint Peter’s Coffee Shop. See you at 8.’

***

“Where are you going again?” Adam asked, following me into the living room, watching as I grabbed my bag and keys.

“I told you, I’m meeting Mary for a coffee, just spending some time together.” I lied, surprised with how easily it slipped from my mouth. Adam stood there, his hands in his pockets as he watched me.

“How long are you going to be gone?” He asked, I gave him a weird look, grabbing my keys.

“I don’t know, maybe a couple hours. Mary likes to add other activities into our plans.” I shrugged, my hands began to sweat, from nerves of him asking too many questions, and the thought of seeing Negan once again. Adam nodded, coming up to me, he wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him. I gave him a sweet smile, ignoring the fact that my body was no longer welcoming his touch, forcing myself not to cringe as he looked down at me, a smirk on his lips. Adam was handsome, but not Negan handsome.

“Just don’t go too crazy.” He smiled, leaning down and placing a kiss on my lips. And again, I no longer felt as if I wanted his kisses, nor hands on me. I kissed back, pulling back with a smile.

“I won’t.” He nodded, letting go of me, watching as I turned and left. Last night, he didn’t remember anything that happened, calling me this morning asking where I was when he woke up, not remembering what he said or did a few hours before.

I rushed down the stairs, my keys jingling in my hand as I got to the first floor, practically running to my car. It felt like a blur as I drove to the small coffee shop, a place I haven’t heard before. But Negan swore on it, telling me it was the best coffee he had in awhile.

I followed the GPS, turning into a small coffee shop called ‘Saint Peter’s Coffee Shop’ lit with stings of lights hanging from light poles to light poles. I spotted Negan’s truck, parking a couple spots from his. I sat there in my car, taking deep breaths, calming myself as I turned my car off, texting Mary I’m here.

‘Be safe!’ I rolled my eyes, stepping out from the car. The small shop was cozy, an almost winter cabin vibe coming from it. The small bell rang as I opened the door, a few people scattered among the tables, talking to one another or simple enjoying the atmosphere.

“Y/N!” I turned, seeing Negan in a small corner booth, secluded from the rest of the people, a coffee in front of him. He slid from his seat, walking towards me with those long legs. “Glad you could make it.” He smirked, I blushed under his gaze, looking around the place again.

“It’s gorgeous here.” I smiled. “The coffee better be as good as you promised.” I joked. He chuckled with me.

“Let me buy you a coffee.” He smiled, leaning me to the counter.

“Just a mocha, please.” I told the worker, a younger teenager, who nervously typed on his register. Negan handed him his card, his eyes glancing at me here and there.

“It’ll be right out.” He smiled, handing the receipt to Negan. He nodded, gently pulling me with him to the booth.

I slid in, pushing my items to the end of the booth, feeling his eyes watching me the whole time. We sat there, letting the silence thicken between us. Not knowing who was going to talk first.

“I’m sorry.” I spoke quickly, breaking the tad bit of awkwardness. “For how I freaked out. I know I already apologized but it was uncalled for.”

“Y/N, you’re fine.” He told me, a sincere look in his eyes. I gave him a sweet smile, brushing back some hair.

“What brought you into teaching?” I started.

And like that, we were in a rhythm. Taking and bantering back and forth. Getting to know one another more than just being fuck buddies. Telling one another about our teaching schedules, how tough the kids have been or what’s changed lately. It felt nice to talk to someone who understood. This definitely felt natural, almost like it was meant to be as we talked. What felt like 30 minutes turned into an hour and a half, staying behind while they closed shop.

“We should really get going.” I giggled, seeing the poor teenagers give us dirty looks, Negan glanced over at them. “We’re still here after they closed.” He nodded with me, standing up and fixing himself. I stood with him, grabbing my jacket. “I stood probably get back before Adam begins to wonder.” Negan shifted in his seat, slipping his hands into his pockets.

“Would you mind grabbing a drink?” I giggled, slipping the clothing on my arms.

“Didn’t we just do that?” I laughed. He raised an eyebrow, giving me a ‘you know what I mean’ look. I smiled, pulling my hair from in my coat. “And where would we get this drink?” I smiled again, he took a step closer, pinning me between his body and the table.

“How about my place?” He smirked. The small band wrapped around my left fingers began feeling hot, the metal basically burning into my fingers, begging me to say no.

“Sure.” I smiled, my heart thumping loudly against my chest. He gave me his signature smirk, that cocky look on his face. “I’ll just… follow you there?” I suggested, my hand going to my ring. I twisted it nervously around my finger, the band rubbing against the skin. He nodded to me, making his way towards the door. I grabbed my bag, nervously following him. I waved to the workers, a skip to my step as I ran out the door. I slipped the ring off as I hopped down the stairs, slipping it into my purse. Negan waited by his truck, watching as I slip in my car. He kept his eyes on me, starting my car. As he got into his car, I whipped my phone out, shooting a quick text to Mary.

***

“Mary, I am parked outside his house, and I want you to know if this whole charming, gorgeous man thing is an act, and I die, I want you to know, this is the way I wanted to go.” I rushed out, watching as Negan pulled into his garage.

“Y/N, shut the fuck up.” She laughed, “Send me your location just in case something does happen, okay?”

“I will Mary.” I laughed, watching as Negan stepped out of his truck, looking over at me. “I have to go. I’ll let you know.” I rushed, saying a quick bye, stumbling out of the car. He watched me fix myself, walking up his driveway, his lean hips leaning against his truck, hands in his pockets, watching me with an amused look. “Gorgeous place.” I smiled, stepping in. He smiled, going up the small steps, hitting the garage door button. I followed him into his home, sudden nerves running up my body.

I was surprised as he turned the lights on, the home together and neat. There wasn’t hardly any clutter, the shelves put together nicely, the home almost the opposite of what I would've imagined. A few hurried clicks came from upstairs the hurried clicks turning into soft thuds. I opened my mouth ready to ask what that was when I saw a giant rottweiler rushing down the stairs. I watched as it ran at Negan, jumping and panting as it wiggled in Negan’s arms. He laughed loudly, his hands roughly scratching at the dog’s head, talking to the dog in an airy, light voice.

“Hey Bear!” He laughed, getting down onto his knees, the dog wiggling its butt as he licked at Negan’s face. I watched with an amused smile, a whole new look of who this man was, was shining at me.

“He loves you.” I laughed. At the sound of a new voice, the dog pulled from Negan, his eyes set on me. My eyes widen as the excited dog ran at me, jumping up quickly. I laughed loudly as the dog pushed me against the door, licking at my face excitedly. I laughed and laughed, turning my head to the side, Bear following and licking at my face as I pulled away from him. “Bear!” I giggled.

“Bear, get off of her!” Negan called, reaching for Bear’s collar, tugging him from me. I kept laughing, pushing off Bear off gently.

“He’s so friendly.” I laughed again, Negan pulling away Bear, shaking with excitement.

“I’m so sorry.” He chuckled, guiding Bear away from me. “Wanna go out?” He asked Bear. The dog’s head tilted to the side, slipping from Negan’s now loose grip, running to the back. “I’m going to let him out.” He smiled at me, hands on his hips. “Make yourself comfortable.” He gestured towards the couch. I nodded, giggling as I heard Bear bark, Negan sighing and walking towards the back. I slipped my jacket off, laying across the back of one of his chairs, setting my bag on top of it. I heard the back door slid open, the dog barking excitedly as it ran outside.

I stepped on the back of my shoes, slipping it off and doing the same with my other one, sitting down on my right leg on the couch, my left knee raise to my chest. I waited patiently, listening to Negan call for Bear, the big pup scurrying into the house, running back towards the living room. I laughed loudly as he jumped onto the couch, instantly throwing himself at me, licking at my face again. “Bear.” I laughed, my arm wrapped around his body, scratching at his side. “Stop. Stop.” I giggled, the dog calming down just a tad, laying his head on my chest, huffing loudly as I scratched his side. “He’s so sweet.”

“He’s a big baby.” Negan laughed, coming up from behind the couch, I leaned my head back, looking up at him, his hands holding himself on the couch, looking down at me.

“He’s a sweetheart.” I whispered to him, a smile on my face, looking up at the older man. He stared down at me, a strange look on his face. “What?” I whispered, staring back up. I watched as he leaned down. My breath caught in my throat as he got closer, his lips meeting mine softly. A real old-fashioned Spiderman kiss.I moaned softly, leaning up into the kiss. He pulled away at the last second, a teasing smirk on his face.

Bear whined against me, wanting my attention back on him. “What do you want to drink?” Negan smiled, walking around from the couch, heading into the kitchen.

“Whatever you got.” I smiled, scratching at the giant goofball. The glasses hitting together, his footsteps coming to the living room. He walked in with a smile on his face, a glass in each hand.

“Whisky.” He smiled, settling himself onto the couch, handing me a cup. I sipped the whiskey, burning as it flowed down, warming me up. He stared at me, slowly sipping, licking his lips after every drink. This would’ve been one of those sexy movie moments were we stared at one another, letting our eyes tell one another how much we wanted each other. Yet, Bear was throwing himself into the situation, whining and crying when I would stop.

“How long have you had him?” Bear tilted his head, looking up at me, his tongue sticking out from his mouth. “You’re such a cutie.” I scratched at his face.

“Got him when he was a puppy, about 5 years now.” He told me, throwing his arm over the back of the couch, watching me as I stared down at Bear. I leaned forward, placing the glass on his coffee table, the heavy dog moving with me. I settled back onto the couch, using both my hands, scratching at this giant baby. “Do you mind me asking?” He asked. I looked up at him, his eyes glancing at my left hand.

“I just… took it off.” I shrugged, thinking back to that ring in my purse. I stopped petting Bear, the big goof staring up at me, his paws kicking the air, whining at me. “My hands are getting tired.” I giggled to him. After a few moments, he stopped, turning to look at me. He huffed, picking himself up and walking away. I watched as he walked across the living room, stepping onto his bed, turning in circles until he flopped down. “What are you expecting from this?” I blurted out, looking back at Negan.

“Of what?” He simply asked. I chuckled, shaking my head.

“From me.” I stated. He gave me a weird look, before realizing what I meant.

“I told you that first time, in the bathroom.” He smirked, setting down his glass next to mine. He stood up, looking down at me. He slipped off his jacket, throwing it on the couch, holding a hand out for me. Without any hesitation, I placed my hand in his. He pulled me up, bringing me to him. He held my hand, wrapping his arm around my waist, keeping me to him. I placed a hand on his chest, his body swaying us. I giggled as he swaying the both of us, moving to a music only we could hear. “I’ve wanted you the second I saw you at that school.” He whispered to me.

“You’re just wanting me here for my body then?” I joked, tilting my head to the side. He shook his head, a smile on his lips.

“Well that body for one.” He let out a low whistle, taking a step back and looking me over. I blushed under his gaze, pulling him back to me. “You’re so much more than that.” He whispered to me. “The fact that I’ve gotten to hit this a couple times, only makes it better.” I slapped his chest, rolling my eyes at his boldness. “What are you wanting from this?” He asked me, staring down at me, genuinely wanting to know.

“I don’t know.” I told him, trying to rack my brain for a better answer. “When I saw you at that bar, I don’t know what I went to the bathroom.” I told him honestly. He stopped swaying looking down at me. “I just did, and I wasn’t expecting you to follow.” He gave me a strange look, his eyebrows furrowed together. I could tell he was thinking. “But I don’t regret it.” I added. “I don’t regret any second that I’m with you.”

It felt like time and space froze as we looked at one another, our eyes searching one another, looking for something to stop us from doing something that makes this situation even worse. But there was no convincing each other as he tightened his arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him, our lips colliding.

And in a snap, I was in his arms, my arms wrapped around his neck once again, our lips moving in a frenzy, wanting and begging for each other. His arms traveled down, his hands grabbing the back of my thighs, lifting me up, my legs wrapping around his hips. He walked with me in his arms, going up the steps, our lips never leaving one another as he pressed me against the wall. I gasped as he held me up, his hands grabbing at my shirt, ripping it in half. I watched in pure lust as the fabric ripped like paper in his hands, the material flimsily falling around my arms. I let the fabric fall, pushing my chest out, Negan reaching behind me and unclasping my bra, throwing it on the stairs as the cool breeze hit my sensitive nipples.

“You’re gorgeous.” He whispered, looking me over. I tried my best to not blush, to not cover myself as he stared at me. Of course, we’ve fucked before, but we haven’t seen one another completely naked.

“Shut up and fuck me.” I moaned, grabbing the back of his head, pulling him down to me. It was a mess of clothes flying, our warmed skin touching one another finally as he carried me to his bed, throwing me down. I bounced back, a smile on my face, giggles leaving my mouth as he growled playfully, tugging on my pants and underwear. Not bothering to savor the moment, only bothering to get each of us as naked as we could be.

He flung my pants across the room, standing above me, looking down at me, completely exposed for him. “If you keep staring, I’m gonna have to get my clothes back on.” I winked.

“Don’t you fucking dare.” He smirked. I sat up, biting down on my bottom lip, working on his belt. He watched me, his chest rising and falling, watching as I undid his belt, tugging on the button and pulling on the zipper, pulling it slowly. Letting the sound ringing between us, teasing the both of us. I hooked my fingers into the loops of his pants, tugging them down with his boxer, my mouth drooling at the sight before me. I was always surprised seeing how well endowed he was. He quickly kicked off the jeans and boxers, crossing his arms and throwing the shirt across the room. I leaned back, staring up at him, taking his naked form in, memorizing it. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” He winked.

“Maybe I will.” He raised an eyebrow at that, a smug grin forming on his lips.

“Is that what you’re into?” He smirked, bending down, placing a knee on the edge of the bed, basically crawling towards me.

“Into what?” I innocently asked, my heart ready to pound out of my chest as he stopped at my legs, staring at me.

“You’re into getting filmed, aren’t you?” I blushed, not really knowing if I was. The thought of Negan staring down at me, camera in his hand, filming us doing unspeakable things, only make me clench.

“I’m not sure.” I told him, feeling sheepish. “But I don’t mind finding out with you.” He smiled, staring at me like he was the big bad wolf, and I was his little red riding hood.

He pounced on me, grabbing my thighs, pulling me closer to him, lifting my thighs high, spreading me for him. I was basically bent in half as he leaned back on his legs, looking down at me spread for him. He grabbed his swollen cock, slapping it against my cunt as he stared down at the both of us, watching as he rubbed himself along my soaked folds. I was completely at his mercy, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.

He slipped himself into me, my jaw dropping as he stretched me open, his face scrunching as I squeezed him, his cock stretching me, the slight discomfort of how big he was only added to every single second.

He gave me no time to adjust, simply holding my thighs, and began thrusting with all his might. I was a whimpering moaning mess under him, grabbing at his wrist, begging for him to not stop as he continued to ruin me. Holding my legs open, stretching me to the max as he used me for his pleasure. “Look at you taking it like a good girl.” He praised.

He wrapped his arms around my body, lifting me up into his lap. I grabbed onto him, sitting on his lap, his cock drilling the sharp tug I felt in my heart as we stared at one another.

He slipped in deeper as I sat on him, his hands gripping at my back, keeping me to him as he moved together. I sat higher on him, my arms wrapped around his neck, staring at one another as he moved. It was all so much, the feeling of him filling me up again, the feeling of my release building in the pit of my stomach, it all felt so personal, so quick, and so… passionate.

We held onto one another, moving together, his cock slipping from me, and immediately returning to its rightful place. Our chest pressed together, one hand digging into my back, holding me to him, his other hand grabbing my shoulder, helping me come down even harder on him. We were a moaning mess, our whimpers and moans mixing, sweat collecting on each other.

“Don’t stop.” I whimpered, looking down at him. His pupils were blown with lust, his hair disheveled, his eyebrows furrowed and lips parted. He looked absolutely sinful.

“I’m not going to stop.” He whispered back to me, groaned as I clenched around him, dropping his head onto my chest. I snaked my hands into his soaked hair, holding on as his forehead brushed against my hot chest, grounding myself and bringing myself harder on him. “Fuck.” He groaned into my chest, his hands tightening on my body. I didn’t even realize my eyes were shut, the pleasure taking over my body, my mind a blank as we moved.

His hand cupped my face, moving my head to look down at him. I’m sure I looked crazy, if anything, I looked like I belonged in a damn porno.

“You’re fucking gorgeous.” He whispered to me, gasping as I clenched around him again. All the emotions built again, everything crashing on me, and all I could do was kiss him. The welcoming feeling of my climax was ready to pour out of me, threatening to spill as I rode him. “Let me fill this cunt up.” He whispered against my lips. “I want to see you filled with my cum.” With a hard nod, Negan dropped me on my back, a grunt leaving my lips as he grabbed my thighs, pulling me closer to him, my legs spread wide open for him, a slight burn on my inside thigh as he spread me wider, filling me up again. In no time, he was pounding into me, pornographic moans and groans leaving our lips as he held me down by my hips, staring down as he fucked me.

“I’m- I’m-” I gasped, feeling everything in my body tense, the body shaking orgasm running through my body as he picked up his pace, slamming into me harder, his pubic bone hitting my clit perfect each time, my legs shaking against him. “Fuck, Negan.” I yelled, throwing my head back, clenching around him, my hands grabbing his wrist as I came around him, my hips bucking against his hands as he held me down.

“Fuck fuck fuck.” he repeated, his hips slamming against me once, then twice, stilling against me as his cock twitched in me, thick ropes of cum filling me. “Holy fuck.” He growled, giving me a hard thrust as he let everything wash over himself, pumping himself dry in me.

He fell against me, holding himself up by his forearms, his head resting against my shoulder.

I don’t know how he felt, but I knew I was a giddy mess, a loopy smile on my face, my eyes hooded, a tired but relaxed look over my face. Negan looked up at me, noticing the look, a smile on his face. “What’s so funny.” He whispered, watching as I shook my head, a few giggles leaving my mouth.

“I just… feel great.” I smiled, watching as he shook his head, lifting himself off of me. The smile was wiped with a gasp as I felt him slip from me, his cum slowly leaking out of me. I groaned as I dropped my legs, sitting up. Negan pulled his pants up, looking at me. “What?” I smiled, feeling a bit self conscious.

He smirked, shaking his head and heading to his bathroom. He grabbed a towel, coming back to me. With no words, he helped me clean up, his hands gentle as he cleaned me, the soft towel brushing against my sore core. He helped me up, grabbing my underwear, throwing them at me, grabbing his shirt as well and tossing it at me. It was a comfortable silence as I slipped the clothes on.

As much as I loved feeling that this was normal, and that this was something that I could get used to, reality hit both of us the second we heard my phone vibrating. The relaxed smile fell from my lips as Negan reached down, slipping my phone from my pants back pocket.

“It’s Adam.”

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