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Making Fun a Priority V

This is my second fic for Ash’s “Fall into Negan” Writing Challenge. The prompt for this one is Cuddling by the Fire. Once again, this is gonna take place pretty much straight after the previous chapter, so if you need a recap go and take a gander at the Masterlist :):)

Also, this was partially inspired by this fan-art by @abigailsins ... I know it was for Irresistable Danger, but it got my muse working :):)

Summary: Things are… different. Tense. Awkward. Complicated. Uncomfortable. Foreign. Things are wrong. Brandi can feel it. Waking up in Negan’s room, in his bed, finding herself alone under the warm blankets, she can tell things are wrong. With her refusal still hanging in the air, both Negan and Brandi struggle to find the right words… which leads to a more physical interaction instead.

Warnings: Smut (fingering, female receiving oral, squirting, and unprotected vaginal sex).

Bamby

Rolling over, in that half-conscious state, where I was only aware of my surroundings and nothing else. My arm stretched across the surface of the soft cotton sheet covered bed I was curled in, like a cocoon of security and warmth… only to find a never-ending emptiness. Suddenly the island of pillows and blankets felt nothing like the comforting fortress it had seconds ago.

My eyes crept open, peeping a look in order to actually make sure my hand hadn’t simply missed the sleeping form which should be lying next to me. Yet as my sight adjusted I felt my heart sink.

I was alone.

The fire had dimmed to small smouldering flames, having not been touched in a time. The air was cooler than it had been when sleep had taken me, stealing more warmth from the haven I had found in my dream. Wind whirled and whistled outside, pressing against the windows, warning of a coming storm.

Once again, I rolled over. Cautious and anxious. My gaze swept over every surface in the room, trying to avoid the one chair in the room I would inevitably look to. It’s why I hadn’t fallen back to sleep. It’s why my heart was racing so hard it was sure to shatter into a million pieces any second now.

Everything was as it had been before. Everything other than the fire and air. Everything but the warmth I had felt as I’d drifted off.

Negan still sat on his chair. Still sipping on a drink. Still under the glow of his lamp. Still reading.

Hours must have passed. It must have been early morning. A new day. Yet, he hadn’t slept a wink. He’d barely moved a muscle. Hadn’t made a noise.

I’d assumed he would have come to join me eventually. I thought, after he’d finished reading, he would have crept under the covers, pulled me to his chest, wrapped his arms around me, and slept. Although… I guess that’s something a husband would do to his wife…

Tears threatened to spill and trail down my cheeks. I quickly blinked them away, not wanting him to see me cry. That was a low I never wanted him to be witness to.

There was a conversation that had to be said. We needed to talk about the proposal. We needed to talk about my answer. We needed to talk about a lot of things. But no matter how hard I tried, I was lost for words. Nothing could fix the damage that had been made.

My body moved on its own then.

Pulling the sheets and blankets away I slipped my legs over the edge of the mattress so they hung above the cold, hardwood floor. Sucking in a breath, I ignored both the sting from my injured ankle and the cool floor as I made my way over to his seat as softly as I could manage.

He was aware of my movements. The way his concentration changed ever so slightly, his ears straining to listen to me as his eyes stayed on the pages he was no longer reading. But he made no other attempt at moving.

When I reached him, I gingerly took the book away from him. His eyes watched me as I then plucked the glass from his other hand before turning to place both objects on the coffee table behind me. Without a word, and without giving myself the chance to change my mind, I turned back and moved to slide my knees onto his chair until I was straddling him.

Negan brought his hand up to caress my cheek. His fingers delicately ran along my skin as he tucked a few strands of my hair behind my ear. One of my own hands rested on the chair, right by his shoulder. My other hand came to rest on his chest, fingers pressing against the shirt above his heart.

My eyes swept over every inch of him. I took in the dark jeans that hugged his lower form. The lines on his hand that sat on my thigh. The light grey shirt that was perfectly loose. The tattoos scattered on his arms. The shadow of hair on his face. The curve of his lips. The thick black and grey hair on top of his head. Then, lastly, I looked into the depths of his eyes which were now gazing into mine.

With no words shared, he brought my face closer to his as he leaned in himself until our lips pressed together.

Kissing Negan was never the same. If someone were to ask me how to describe it I would always be changing the story. Each was an experience only lived once. They were all unique, and always changing.

Yes, there was heat. There was passion. There was comfort, and security, and a spark… and it was completely perfect. But there was always more. There was always that one detail that was indescribable. That one thing I could never completely grasp.

At that moment my skin was vibrating lightly. Warming. Waking up. My heart was calming from its panic as it melted into the reassurance his lips were conveying without a single word. My mind was singing loud and clear in my mind, rejoicing at the connection being shared.

There was a moment where we stayed just like that. Our hands ghosting over each other, barely touching as our lips pressed together. The heat was there but the kiss was simple. Lips and nothing else.

When his tongue brushed against my lips I was gone.

My fingers curled, fisting his shirt. My body leaned forward, pressing against him as my other hand came over to grasp his hair. My hips rocked, searching for the hardness of his body. The heat inside me flared high and hot.

He responded to my touch. The hand that sat on my thigh moved to grasp my hip, holding me against him with a strength I could not and did not want to fight. His other hand gripped my own hair. He leaned forward, deepening the kiss, slipping his tongue past my lips once more, tangling it with my own in a dance they knew all too well by now.

Teeth clashing. Hands grasping. Noises spilled out, filling the empty void which had only been occupied by the light crackle of the dying fire, and the wisps of air whistling through the cracks of the windows.

Changing his grasp, Negan slid his hand down from my hair and brought it to my other hip. Holding me tightly, pressing me to him, he pushed himself off the chair and moved only a few steps before he lowered himself onto one knee and laid me down on the ground. Leaning over me, our mouths still frenziedly worked together, he began to pull and tug at my clothes with haste.

My own movements were just as impassioned and needy. Nails and fingers ripping and gripping every offending piece of garment covering his perfectly made body I so desperately wanted pressed against my bare flesh.

As his fingers curled around the hem of my jeans his eyes met mine, a smirk playing on the edges of his lips before he tore the pants from my legs in one, long, rough motion. Reaching for my underwear, the last piece of clothing covering my body, each hand grabbed the material and pulled swiftly, tearing it to pieces.

A gasp escaped my lips at the action, only for the air to be sucked back into my lungs as Negan then leaned forward, his breath fanning over my core.

Never had I been touched in this way before. No man or boy had ever pressed their lips to my most sensitive area. It both frightened and excited me. My back arched in both preparation for bliss, but also in retreat. My hands grasped at his head where it was still between my legs, my mind wanting to both pull him closer and push him away.

I had no control over the situation though. Negan was in charge. He was always in charge… but that made it so much better.

When I felt his fingers spread my lower lips I couldn’t stop myself from jumping slightly. I shifted suddenly, moving so I was leaning on my elbows so I could watch him with wide eyes. I had no idea what expression was on my face, whether it was fear or wonder, but either way it didn’t deter Negan from doing what he wanted.

His tongue ran one long line along the length of my core. Teasing me. Hinting at the pleasure which was bound to follow.

That one movement might have been small, but it packed a punch.

Still resting on my elbows, my head fell back as I moaned lowly. The feeling was like nothing I’d ever felt before. Intimate in a way the sexual experiences I’d had before weren’t. It was personal. This wasn’t about both of us, connecting, feeding each other’s need and want. This was about Negan pleasing me.

There was no more waiting after that. No more teasing. Negan let his control slip as he leaned in and devoured me so deliciously I thought I wouldn’t make it out alive.

His lips attached themselves around my clit as he sucked at the sensitive bud, making me wither and cry. His tongue dipped into my core, imitating what other parts of his body would later do. His teeth nipped and bit my inner thighs, lips and anywhere that would bring noises out of me.

Negan quickly figured out what I liked best. He focused his attention on alternating between sucking and nibbling on my clit, before he would then lap at it hungrily. Like a starved man who had been stranded in the desert, he drank at my core as if it were the first sip of water he’d had in days.

Back aching. Toes curling. Hands fisting. Eye rolling. Moaning. Groaning. On the edge of crying. I felt every nerve inside me sing and dance. But it was the bundle of nerves in my core that were the loudest. They vibrated as they tightened into a ball of pressure and anticipation.

When I thought I was going to explode right then and there Negan went and intensified it all by thrusting two fingers into me with now warning, before he curled them in a way that they hit a spot that tore a scream from my lips.

Literally convulsing against him, the orgasm more intense than I had ever experiences before, I tried to shoo his hand away as he continued to stroke that same spot inside me. But try as I might I didn’t win the fight, and before I could even finish the first orgasm I spiralled into the next. Only this was even more intense than the previous.

The bundle of nerve inside me which had been released already had quickly tightened into another ball. In the urgency and eagerness of the situation when this new ball exploded inside me I felt my core physically explode as well.

Liquid squirted out of me and onto Negan, like a waterfall of pleasure and ecstasy being released from my core.

I screamed as tears pricked the edges of my eyes. The pleasure was so overwhelming I thought it would never end. I could feel it everywhere, from my head to my toes. It was incredible.

Negan only gave me a short moment to recover before his lips were suddenly pressing against mine. Tasting myself in the kiss I found I was surprisingly more turned on at the act. I’d never felt as sexy as I did at that instant.

While I’d been coming down from my orgasm Negan had shed himself of all his clothes, leaving him as bare as I was. Now, with nothing between us, he brought himself between my legs and brushed his member against my still sensitive core.

Jumping at the contact, I moaned, nodding my head, wanting him already and completely. Grinning against the kiss, Negan gave me what I wanted.

In one motion he pushed himself into me until our hips were pressed together. Our kiss broke apart as our eyes locked. My legs wrapped around his body, pulling him closer and deeper. He groaned as I rolled my hips against him, the friction feeding our desire for each other.

Slowly, he pulled out until he was only barely in me still. Then he thrust, hard and fast, hitting all the right places. We kept this rhythm. Slow and hard and deep. Building up the pressure. Feeling each other. Taking in the moment. Then, he pace quickened.

Gradually. Over time. Negan began to thrust faster. A little harder. Getting rougher.

He pulled back so he was kneeling, his hands clasping my thighs to pull me with him. Shifting my position, keeping me lying on the hardwood floor, he entered me at a new angle.

Eyes closed, my hands moved on their own accord, grasping at my breast. His grunts and my moans filled their air as he watched my hands and fingers pulled on my breasts and pluck at my nipples. His movements became more frantic and frenzied the more my hands played.

Lips came down to latch onto one of my nipples as large fingers wrapped around my thin wrist. The angle of Negan’s thrusts had changed with his new position, but it only lasted a moment before he let go of my nipple and moved over to bite the underside of my breast which he then soothed with a kiss. Then he pulled back into again, keeping his fingers wrapped around my hand as he did.

I let him take control of my actions, let him drag my hand down the length of my body until he placed it at the place we were connected. He pressed the heel of my hand against my clit, knowing the sensitive bud couldn’t handle any harsh or intense contact at that moment. But the pressure from my hand was enough.

Holding my hand there, Negan’s thrusts continued, his pace now uneven. His control was slipping as he got closer and closer to his release. When he was right there, on the edge, his fingers which were still wrapped around my wrist gave a quick and sudden jerk, causing my hand to move against my clit.

We both climaxed at the same time, tumbling into the orgasms with jerky and uncontrolled thrusts against each other. Negan emptied himself deep inside me as his body twitched, his head fell back, and a long groan pulled itself from his lips. My core pulsed around him as my back arched, toes curled, and a broken scream tore from my own lips. Then we were spent.

Negan took the time to reach over and lazily throw another log onto the fire so it wouldn’t die, before he dropped himself onto the floor beside me, his arm wrapping around my waist and pulling me closer. I snuggled into him, my back pressed to his chest and my legs tangled with his.

As we lay there, cuddling by the fire, no words were spoken. Neither of us broke the silence. We simply held each other and let our bodies get the sleep they needed.

Bamby

Writing oral and squirting is very foreign for me... so please be nice…

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