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rreader · 6 years

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Addiction.

Pairing: Negan x Reader ; Rick x Daughter!Reader Fandom: TWD Warnings: s m u t :’) ; language ; guilt

Summary: He was like a drug. You kept coming back for more, even though you knew that it was wrong.

A/N: you want to know the best source for inspiration? DREAMS. holy cow, this entire thing is based on a dream I had last night and I haven’t had a fandom dream in ages so there you go! also, I’ve had a hard time writing this week due to the lack of inspiration, so this really helped! hope you guys like this!!! (added Negan to my fandoms page!)

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“Where are you going?” you closed your eyes and let out a sigh. You knew this wouldn’t be as easy as just walking out the front gate. It never was this easy.

“Supply run,” you turned around and smiled as innocently as possible at your father.

“Again?”

“Well, this is a big community, dad.”

“Alright,” Rick, your father, nodded and you turned around, about to make your way to the gate once more, when he said: “But let me go get Carl. It’s better if you go together.”

“What?! No!” you spurred around so fast that it must have looked suspicious, so you quickly cleared your throat and straightened your back, “I mean.. why? I’m old enough, dad. I know what I’m doing and I won’t go far.”

He narrowed his eyes at you. He knew that something was up and you were worried that if you stayed any longer and he’d start to ask questions, he’d find out. And quite frankly? This was a secret you never wanted him to find out about. So you ran up to him, quickly kissed his cheek and smiled once more.

“I’ll be fine. I won’t be long, I promise,” and with that, you were gone.

After all, you didn’t want to keep him waiting.

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You closed the door to the clothing shop behind you and took off your jacket.

“Sorry it took so long.”

You could hear Lucille scraping over the wooden floor and when you turned around, there he was, leaning casually against the wall, biting his lip while looking you up and down.

You didn’t particularly wear anything sexy. Your usual clothing, consisting out of a pair of black, ripped jeans, a normal, beige shirt and some black boots. Yet, somehow, when this guy looked at you, he made it seem like you were wearing the hottest lingerie he had ever seen in his life.

“Thought you’d leave me hanging today, baby girl.”

“We talked about this. Don’t call me that.”

You rolled up your sleeves and walked over to him, until your boobs almost touched his chest and looked up at him.

“Right. Because it reminds you that you’re fucking your father’s biggest nightmare. For the.. what is it.. 9th time, now?” Your fingers ran over the back of his hand until you could feel the hard wood of Lucille under your fingertips. It took him a bit, but eventually he let go of her so you could carefully place her against the wall, “You know, I don’t let just anyone touch my baby like that.”

“I feel honored. Now are we going to fuck or what?”

Negan started chuckling, showing off his white teeth. This man truly was the epiphamy of sex. No wonder you kept coming back to him, with a smile like that and a dick as big as his.

“I love it when you talk dirty,” he slapped your ass once, then he let you guide him towards the back of the shop, where a couch was already waiting for you.

This was your usual meeting spot. It was a clothing shop right between Alexandria and the Sanctuary. Barely anyone cared about buying the newest clothing in these times, so you wouldn’t be disturbed here. The windows were barricaded with pieces of wood, so while it was the middle of the day outside, the shop remained mostly dark. Only a few rays of sunshine managed to sneak inside. But maybe that wasn’t so bad..

Your guilty conscience was horrible enough as it was. This was the guy that killed some of your friends, that planned on murdering your father and yet, here you were, fucking him once more.

He was like a drug and you were the junkie. You couldn’t stop coming back to him, because, even in all this mess, he made you feel.. something. For a little while, he made you feel like the world was okay again and it was not something you wanted to go without. You wanted to keep this feeling for as long as possible. Sure, you could fuck anyone else to get this feeling, you were a pretty girl, you wouldn’t have any problems with finding someone. But Negan..

This act of doing something forbidden, this dirty little secret..

It only fueled your want for him.

You convinced yourself that, if the time came, if he ever attacked your friends and family again, you’d not hesitate to put a bullet between his eyes..

..but only time could tell whether or not you’d actually do that.

You turned around to face him and got up on your tiptoes to capture his lips in a heated kiss. His hands first remained on your waist, then they quickly found their way down to your ass, squeezing it a couple of times. In the meantime, you pushed the leather jacket down his shoulders and he let go of your ass for a second, so that it could fall down to the floor. Once they had returned to his favorite part of your body, he pulled you closer towards him and you could already feel the boner in his pants. You started to grin and bit down his lower lip.

“Someone’s excited.”

“Just do us both a favor and take those fucking clothes off, before I rip them off you.”

You chuckled like he had before, took a step back and pulled the shirt over your head. You had left the bra at home, knowing that you wouldn’t need it anyways. His breathing hitched and his eyes wandered down to your breasts and your already hard nipples.

He absentmindedly started to open up his belt, pulled it out of the loops of his pants and let it join the other items of clothing that were already abandoned on the floor.

“Are your pants getting a little too tight, Negan?” you batted your lashes innocently at him and cocked your head to the side.

He didn’t even waste time with answering this question, since the answer was obvious. He took off his shirt, then you helped him get out of his pants and he helped you out of yours in return.

Once you were naked you walked around him and pushed him onto the couch. Then, finally, you straddled him, placing your hands on the backrest of the couch on either side of his face. His hands brushed up and down your thighs, while his mouth was already devouring one of your breasts. You let him do that for a little while, enjoying the feeling of his tongue swirling around your nipple and the occasional bite here and there, but then you grabbed his chin and made him look up at you, right when he entered you.

He let out a long breath, while you couldn’t help the small moan that escaped your throat. You bit your lip and remained in that position for a little while, simply savoring that feeling of him inside you like that for a few seconds.

And even though it was pretty dark in here, when you opened your eyes again, you found him staring at you, with his hazel eyes that usually always had this flicker of spite in them. But you could not find a trace of malice in them right now. No.. now, they were filled with lust.

You took your time riding him and not once did you look away. You held his eye contact the entire time. Eventually, he was the one that broke it, but only so that he could put his hand behind your head and pull it towards him for another deep kiss.

The faster you moved, the louder your moans became. You only hoped that no walkers were nearby, or you were sure that they’d hear you.

“Fucking hell, (Y/N),” Negan laughed and let his head fall back against the backrest, fully enjoying the feeling of being ridden like that.

Usually he was the one on top, but this was quite the nice too. He could watch your boobs bounce up and down, could see how much you enjoyed this. And he prided himself on knowing that he could make you feel this way.

Fucking the daughter of his nemesis.

Maybe that’s why this was so fucking hot and he kept coming back for more.

When you could feel your orgasm approach your fingernails dug into the leather of the couch. The couch, that was used by you two so many times, that it had definitely gotten some marks on the backrest from your nails.

“Fuck,” he leaned forward and buried his face in your neck, plastering kisses all over it.

From the way his arms were stiffening around your body, you could tell that he was close as well and it only took a few more minutes before you could feel your walls tighten around him, which was the last bit he needed to spill himself inside you.

You hugged him tightly and allowed yourself a couple of seconds to catch your breath, breathing in the smell of his aftershave.

Once you came down from your high and your guilt was starting to overwhelm you, you got up and started to collect your clothes.

He didn’t seem too eager to do so. He simply watched you get dressed, legs far apart, hands behind his head.

“Next week, same time,” was the last thing you said, before walking out of the door again.

The guilt became worse every damn time.

But then again, the sex became better each time as well.

This was a devil’s triangle.

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