Title: Baby, I’m Back! 

@isayweallgetdrunk​ requested: Omg those prompts 😱 I like187 and 188 with Negan ofc! 187: “ Already? Do I really have that much of an effect on you?” || 188: “ Mine.

Character(s): Negan and Reader
Summary: After his month-long supply run, you and Negan show each other just how much you missed one another.
Word Count: 3,504
Warning: SMUT!!!
Author’s Note: Thank you, @isayweallgetdrunk​ for requesting these prompts! I mean, 187 and 188 are definitely lines that Negan would say, I think! I hope you enjoy this smutty goodness! ;-)

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Negan had been gone for a month. When he told you and the other wives that he was going to be gone, you were the only one that was a bit sad to see him go. You spent that night making sure he had something to come back to (not that he needed a reason). You were one out of six wives, but Negan always mentioned that you were his favorite.

You never knew if that was true, but you were the only one who acted like they wanted to be there. The rest of the wives seemed to just be there simply for their own personal gain, which Negan was aware of. You, however, were different. You had gained feelings for a man that many despised, but you always told yourself that feelings weren’t meant to be controlled.

Besides, you were lucky to fall for a man as good looking as Negan once the world ended.

Though, Negan never wanted to voice his true feelings for you. He always showed it through the gifts he gave you or the sex you two had. Saying that you were his favorite wife was the closest he would get to admitting his true feelings. You didn’t mind though; he did always treat you differently than the other wives.

However, his trip had lasted much longer than expected. Simon was left in charge and surprisingly, the Sanctuary was running smoothly since Negan had left. You never allowed yourself to wonder if he was still alive because in your eyes, Negan was invincible. Nothing could stop him and even if there was a possibility that he could be stopped, it wouldn’t be an easy fight.

You were lying on your bed, reading a book once you heard his familiar voice. Immediately, your insides tingled with excitement and you wanted nothing more than to feel his lips press against yours. You just hoped that he would gravitate towards you than any of the other wives.

“Oh, my dear wives! Come out, come out wherever you are,” he exclaimed.

You pulled on the dark red silk robe over the t-shirt you stole from him. He always told you and the rest of his wives to wear the nicest of clothing, the most revealing of lingerie (even to bed), but whenever he left for a supply run, you always wore his t-shirt that lingered with his intoxicating scent.

You stepped out of your room, noticing that the other wives had also. They were clad in their skimpiest of outfits while you were covering yourself with a thigh-length robe. Your eyes found Negan and immediately, you bit your lower lip. You never were a person to get jealous, but you just hoped that he would spend his first night back with you and no one else.

His eyes skimmed over the selection, his trademark grin plastered on his face. You noticed how tired he looked. The red scarf was draped around his neck, unlike how it usually was, and his leather jacket was unzipped. In that moment, you immediately knew he was going to choose you.

Despite the perks of being the favorite wife, Negan found comfort in your presence. He would sometimes let his guard down for the briefest of moments to relax and recuperate, but he would only ever show that side to you. Not only were you two lovers, but you had become friends. You were aware of his past life, just like how he was aware of yours.

“[Y/N], I’m feeling generous tonight. Come to my room. We’ll have some fun there,” he winked, turning on his heel to walk to his room. You noticed the rest of the wives sigh in relief. You were sure they were going to go back to their rooms and change into something much more comfortable.

You immediately walked into Negan’s room, shutting the door and locking it behind you. Negan was sitting on the edge of the bed, his scarf and leather jacket draped on the bed as Lucille was resting against her stand nearby.

You removed your robe and walked over to retrieve his scarf and his jacket to gently drape over the back of his leather couch neatly. You glanced over at him, noticing that Negan was staring at you as you moved across his room so naturally.

“Did you miss me?” he asked, interrupting the silence that filled the air.

You walked over to him, standing between his legs as you rested your hands on his shoulders. “I did… Are you okay?”

“Fuckin’ peachy, doll. Just tired, that’s all. Do you mind if we just sleep tonight?”

You smiled, leaning down to peck his lips. “I was going to suggest it anyway. You look like you haven’t gotten any rest.”

Negan stripped to his boxers, handing you his pants and his shirt. You walked over to the couch to drape it once more before walking back to him. He lied down on his grey sheets, pulling you down with him. His arms immediately wrapped around you and once you noticed that his eyes had fallen shut, you knew he was soon about to pass out.

“Tomorrow, you’re mine,” he whispered sleepily.

“Uh huh. Get some sleep, Negan.”

“Mm, and don’t think I didn’t notice you wearing my fuckin’ shirt. You know I have a rule about stealing.”

“Yeah, yeah. You can punish me tomorrow. Good night, Negan.”

“Night, [Y/N],” he mumbled, his snores following soon after.

The following morning, you awoke to an empty bed. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes and looked over to Negan’s side of the bed to see a small note resting on his pillow. You picked it up and read what was written, biting your lower lip in anticipation.

Had to check up on a few things, but I’ll be back.

I can’t wait to show you just how much I missed you, doll.

With that being said, you better be naked by the time I’m back. If not, there will be consequences.

-Negan

You smiled, wondering if you should oblige or disobey his orders. Though, you figured he had a long trip and needed to relax, so you went with the former and removed his t-shirt and your panties. You snuggled back into the sheets and turned on your side, allowing your back to face the entrance of the room.

You slowly drifted to sleep, thinking about Negan. Since joining his harem of wives, you never thought you would fall for someone like him. He had five other wives that he spent some of his time with, so falling in love with a man like Negan always baffled you. It was the small moments that you two shared behind closed doors that you enjoyed. The Negan he showed to you when you two were alone was the Negan you had fallen for.

Suddenly, your brief nap was interrupted by a slam of the door. The blanket was covering your entire body, resting just above your shoulders. So, when you opened your eyes, you noticed Negan removing his leather jacket and red scarf to drape over the back of the couch. He set down Lucille before turning his attention to you.

“Did you just wake up?” he asked, walking closer to you.

“Well, I was just resting my eyes.”

“Mentally preparing yourself for the fuck of your life?” he teased.

“I can never get used to your vulgarity,” you giggled.

Negan smirked, slowly tugging on the blanket. “Did you get my note?”

“I did.”

“So, did you choose to obey me or did you choose to be a bad girl who wants some punishment?” he growled.

“Why don’t you tug this blanket off and find out?”

Negan grinned, tugging roughly on the blanket to remove it completely from your body. When he noticed that you were indeed naked, he immediately groaned. In fact, he was expecting you to disobey his order so this was a nice a surprise.

“Well, fuck me, doll.”

“Oh, believe me. I intend to,” you winked.

Negan chuckled, watching as you turned to lie on your back, revealing yourself to him. He bit his lower lip, running his fingertips down your chest, bringing his fingertips to brush against each of your nipples before he dragged his fingers lightly down your abdomen.

You whimpered, staring up at him and reached out to gently palm his growing bulge. He grunted, deciding to take a seat at the edge of his bed before he slowly pushed your legs apart.

You looked up at him, licking your lips in anticipation. His long finger ran along your dripping sex, causing you to whimper and him to groan.

“Already? Do I really have that much of an effect on you?” he asked, smirking.

You nodded, biting your lower lip as you continued to massage his bulge through the fabric of his pants. “You know that you do…”

“Tell me, doll. What makes you so wet? I barely touched you.”

You moaned quietly, feeling the tip of his finger prod at your opening. You looked up at him, dropping your hand from his pants to the bed, gripping the sheets tightly when he slowly pushed his finger into your dripping heat.

“I – Fuck, Negan…”

“You didn’t answer my question, doll,” he grinned, pulling his finger from you.

You groaned impatiently, looking up at him and holding the eye contact. You gripped his wrist with your free hand and pushed it further into your mound, allowing two of his long fingers to slip into you easily.

“I think of your lips against my clit, your beard scratching against my inner thighs, the way your dick feels inside of me…” you moaned, shutting your eyes when Negan began a slow pace with his fingers.

Negan groaned at your choice of words, rewarding you with the increase of speed with his fingers. As he moved his fingers in and out of your depths, he brought a thumb to rub at your clit, causing you to arch your back into the air. Your toes curled inwards, feeling your own climax linger along your body. It had been one long month without Negan and while you were the other wives had other men, you always followed Negan’s “no cheating” rule.

“What did you do while I was gone, [Y/N]?” he asked, watching as your body began to shake.

“I – I slept with your shirt and imagined you while I used my fingers!” you exclaimed, your climax hitting your body full force. You contracted around his fingers as your wetness soaked him completely.

Negan grinned, pulling away from you as he watched as his fingers pulled from your depths. He noticed your slickness coating his fingers and immediately, he brought it to his lips, tasting your sweet wetness.

“Mm, how I have missed this sweet pussy,” he smirked.

“Negan, I swear, if you do not strip down to your birthday suit right now, I will take matters into my own hands,” you demanded.

Negan grinned, “Is my baby girl getting impatient?”

You narrowed your eyes and tugged on his shoulders, causing him to fall into the bed. You glanced around and noticed the red scarf. You grinned mischievously, standing from the bed to grab the red fabric.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“I’m going to show you just how much I missed you, Negan.” You removed his white t-shirt, distracting him with kisses along his neck. He groaned, tilting his head to give you more access. You grabbed his wrists roughly, tying the red scarf around it tightly and tying it to the headboard. Once he was secured and you were sure he wasn’t going to get out, you grinned to yourself and rolled your hips against his.

“You know, I’m just going to fuck you even harder as a punishment,” he threatened.

“Oh, I hope you do,” you winked.

Negan groaned, watching as your hips continued to roll against his throbbing member. He pushed his hips upwards, causing you to feel every inch of his growing erection.

“Doll, if you don’t fuckin’ undress me now, I will find a way out of this restraint and fuck you into the bed.”

“Now you want me to undress you when I asked you to do it earlier?”

“You didn’t ask, doll. You ordered,” he grunted impatiently.

“Same thing.”

“[Y/N]… Get my pants off now!”

You giggled, shaking your head as you kissed along his neck, brushing your lips against his facial hair and down to his collarbone. You looked up at him, winking in his direction. It felt nice to be in charge for once.

You lowered yourself until you were at the waistband of his pants. Slowly, you undid his belt and removed it from the loops. You tossed it over your shoulder and began unbuttoning his pants and undoing the zipper, watching as the pressure was relieved from his aching cock.

Slowly, you pulled his pants and boxers down his legs, watching as his member bounced from the fabric of his clothing to rest against his abdomen. You licked your lips, tossing his pants and boxers to the side with his boots. Once he was lying down, naked and completely vulnerable, you grinned and dipped your head down to trail your tongue across the underside of his member as it rested against him.

Negan groaned, shutting his eyes as he tugged lightly on the restraint. You grinned to yourself, feeling his member flinch against your tongue as you trailed his throbbing vein with the tip of your tongue. You licked upwards, wrapping your lips around his tip. He bucked his hips, causing him to slip further into your mouth before you shook your head.

“Mm, nope,” you mumbled, pulling away.

“Nope? What the fuck do you mean nope?” he asked.

“I’m in charge right now. What I say goes,” you growled.

Negan grinned. “You know, I’m actually enjoying this fuckin’ side of you.”

You smiled, kissing up his abdomen to press your lips against his. You dropped your hand down to stroke his cock, hearing him groan against your lips. You smiled, darting your tongue out to flick against his upper lip, allowing you access. You teased his tongue with your own, beginning a passionate tango with one another.

Slowly, you straddled Negan’s waist and held his member upwards, aligning yourself to his tip.

Negan impatiently moved his hips, causing you to use your free hand to hold his waist down. He surprisingly ceased his movements, allowing you to take control. Slowly, you lowered onto his throbbing cock, feeling his length and girth stretch you from the inside.

You moaned loudly, resting your hands on his chest as you pulled away from the kiss. You shut your eyes, lowering yourself until your skin touched his. Negan shifted his hips, causing another quiet groan to escape your lips. He expected you to go slow, to adjust to his length, so when you began to bounce along him, he was thoroughly surprised.

He groaned, looking up at you and watching as your breasts bounced with your movements. He wanted nothing more than to feel your breasts against his hands. Negan twisted his wrists, loosening the knot slightly. All he had to do was tug on the material and he would be set free.

However, he was going to allow you to have your fun for now.

Negan watched as you continued to bounce along his length. He had never seen you lose control like this. The month-long trip must have made you miss him tremendously if you were reacting this way.

You moaned, gripping his hips tightly as you slammed fully down onto him, rolling your hips forward and backward. You felt every inch of his member within your depths, causing you to still for a moment.

“Mine…” you mumbled, looking into his eyes.

“What?” he asked.

“You… You’re mine…”

Negan grinned. He tugged on the scarf and felt the material give way. When his hands were set free, he gripped your hips and pushed you down onto your back as he slammed into you. He groaned, watching as your eyes widened in surprise before a loud moan escaped your lips.

He grabbed your wrists and placed them above your head as his hips slammed into you repeatedly. Negan enjoyed the way your tight walls continued to milk him with each thrust, his eyes falling shut at the sheer pleasure his body was feeling.

He never admitted it, but his feelings for you were real and true. It was not unlike the feelings he had for his other wives. With you, he could talk about anything that bothered him. You didn’t look at him like he was some monster; you understood what needed to be done in order for this world to be restored.

You also had a deep respect for Lucille which Negan was grateful for. You were the only person who knew about his old life and there was something about revealing himself to you that made him realize that his feelings were justified.

He didn’t know if he would ever be in love again, but he was sure that the feelings he had for you were close to it.

“Negan…” you moaned. You felt his fingertips dig into your wrists, pressing them further against the mattress of his large bed. He was right; he was going to fuck you into the bed.

Negan stared down at you, his hips mercilessly pounding into you. You were sure that you were going to be extremely sore tomorrow. You spread your legs even further, allowing Negan to slide further into your depths which caused a loud groan to escape his lips.

Negan dropped a hand down to your breast, caressing it roughly as his hips pushed you forwards repeatedly. He slammed into you, remaining still for a moment. Slowly, he rolled his hips, keeping his length buried deep inside of you as the hair at his base roughly caused friction against your clit.

Immediately, you moaned, clenching tightly around him in an unexpected reach of your climax. You shuddered against him, squirming against his body and trying to release your hands from his tight grip. He shook his head, grunting at your extreme tightness.

Negan slowly pulled out of you, licking his lips at the sight of your wetness coating his cock. He moved you to lie on your side, lifting your legs apart. He settled between them and slowly slid back into your sensitive depths. You immediately groaned. This new change of position caused him to easily slide into the deepest parts of your entrance, causing you to grip onto the bedsheets tightly.

Negan began a rough pace. He needed to release. He never admitted it, but he always looked forward to cuddling with you after sex. It transported him to a time before the world ended and before his relationship with Lucille crumbled. It made him feel normal.

You moaned loudly, feeling the head of his member slam into you repeatedly. You could feel him all the way up to your abdomen, filling you to the hilt. You were close again and you were sure that Negan was as well.

Suddenly, Negan’s hips began to piston into you. It was much different than you were used to. It was as if he was claiming you as his own and making sure that you received the message. There had been times where Negan had to remind you that you were his, but for some reason, there was a hidden meaning behind this.

Negan was showcasing his true emotions through his rapid thrusts. You shut your eyes and suddenly, you reached your high once more as the feeling of ecstasy rushed through your body for the third time that night. You tightened around him, causing Negan’s thrusts to lose its rhythm.

It was sloppy and fast, and after a few more pounding thrusts, Negan pulled out to release onto your lower abdomen. You whimpered, trying to catch your breath as Negan looked down at you. You shared the eye contact for what seemed like forever before he stood from his bed to grab a napkin to wipe his release off of your body.

Once you were clean, he lied back down and immediately pulled you into his arms. The both of you laid quietly in his bed with your head resting on his shoulder and his arm wrapped around you. Your legs tangled with one another and when you looked up, you noticed that Negan’s guard was down.

This was the man you had fallen in love with.

“Negan?”

“Yes?”

“I know you don’t like when I say it, but I love you, and I’m glad you’re back.”

Negan bit his lower lip. He leaned down and pecked your lips lightly, lingering once he pulled away, “That’s why you’re my favorite wife.”

You smiled to yourself. It wasn’t exactly the response you were looking for, but it was close enough.