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Phenomenal 💯🙌🏼

I want to help you, baby

Warnings – Smut (oral sex-female receiving)

Pairings - Negan x Reader

Summary – Negan helps you relax after you've been studying for too many hours.

Note: It's ironic that the idea for this came from this week being one of the busiest I've ever had; and I still made time to write this😂 also I don't know nothing about medicine and my neurons are fried after my midterms.

NEGAN MASTERLIST

"What are you doing up?"

Negan's sleepy, yet angry voice made you jump up of your seat, your fingers slipping through the number of papers you were holding, some of them falling to the ground from the coffee table. He grunted at your tired and surprised gaze. "I thought I told you..." He checked the clock on the wall behind you, realizing it was already 4am. "...Three hours ago," he raised his eyebrows in surprise, "that you should go to sleep."

Yeah. Exactly three hours ago he had woken up from not feeling you in his arms, your side of the bed cold. He practically forced you to change into your PJs and made you promise you would go back to bed soon; but time went by too fast and your brain couldn't stop obsessively going over each one of your notes.

"You know I have to study." You mumbled, massaging the back of your neck.

"Yeah, and you've already read that thing over and over a million times." He sighed at your worried eyes still roaming over his stressed features. "Hell, baby, you are already the best doctor this place could ask for, c'mon."

Since Siddiq's passing, you hadn't done much more than study. He was killed before he could teach you all he knew, and now you felt the weight of the world on your shoulders; knowing how many wounded people would come back after today.

Your eyes went down to your papers again and you felt his gaze burning through your skull. "I'm talking to you. Look up to me." His voice was strong. It was an order.

Your jaw clenched at his tone, struggling to look up at him, your eyes were burning from the lack of sleep. After a slight, nervous gulp, you said: "What if I'm not prepared? What if I can't save someone?"

He side smiled sadly and shook his head, walking closer to you. The sky was starting to get brighter, and the low sky blue tone was getting in from the windows. You hadn't turn on the light in fear of waking him up. "You can't save everyone, baby. And that's not on you, that's just how things are." He explained, crouching on the floor in front of you, between your body and the coffee table that held all your books and notes. His eyes inspected your stubborn demeanor and let out a long sigh, not knowing what to do with you. "...Look, at least sleep until we have to leave."

You whined, rolling your eyes. "Even if I wanted to, I can't. I'm too stressed and can't get my mind to shut up."

His brows raised in realization. "Oh. You need to relax a bit?" He smiled to you, a devilish grin that you knew too well plastered on his lips.

"No. Not like that." You chuckled, shaking your head and laughing out loud when he sat next to you on the sofa and started kissing your neck playfully. "It tickles." You giggled, pushing him off you softly. "I have to read the rest of these." You tilted your head, signaling the few papers you had yet to memorize.

He hummed. "Mhm-mhm. Okay. Do that, then. I'll keep you company."

Looking up to him through your lashes, you finally nodded in defeat and grabbed your papers again, going over your notes on how to relieve internal bleeding and how to amputate an infected extremity. You quickly concentrated, the tired headache tumbling on your temple not enough to make you stop; the feeling of his fixed gaze on you either.

You wouldn't stop until each one of those masked people were dead. You had already lost too many people out of your stupidness. It wouldn't happen again.

Negan thought that you looked beautiful, even like this; well, probably more when you were like this. All tired, concentrated, in your own thing, so passionate about it that you wouldn't notice how you sucked on your bottom lip while trying to understand something. He could never retain as much information as you did in that beautiful, smart brain of yours and he admired you for that. It was like watching a fucking miracle taking place right in front of him.

He couldn't help but lowly smile as your lips moved, silently pronouncing key words you wanted to remember about. Still, he knew he had to find a way to get you to sleep, the strips of low light coming from the window reminding him that he, as well, had to get some sleep, save up every bit of energy for later.

Today, you all were leaving Alexandria to a hiding spot you were hoping wouldn't be found by The Whisperers, at least until you could find and kill Beta. Instantly after the plan was made, Daryl had warned you that there would probably be a large amount of wounded or amputated, and you'd have to be quick, take every general medicine and instruments that you thought you might need, and be cold about it if someone wouldn't be able to make it even with all the medical help in the world. That last part would be the hardest.

In any way, being sleepless wouldn't help nobody.

Negan's face lit up with an idea. If you couldn't sleep, he had to help. What kind of man would he be if he didn't help his girl?

Moving slowly and trusting you were too immersed in your papers to notice his movements, his warm hand roamed over your naked thigh, pushing up the hem of the big shirt you used as a PJs.

"...What are you doing?" You mumbled, eyes still glued to your notes, eyebrows furrowed.

"Nothing, baby." He whispered into your ear and kissed your temple. You shuddered at the proximity. "Just keep studying."

Just as he said those words, his fingers slipped into the insides of your thighs, tips sliding closer to your core and tingling on your skin. Out of instinct, your legs opened slightly to given him more space, blood rushing to your cheeks in realization. He hummed lightly in response, his hand moving up and feeling the texture of your cotton underwear.

Your breath started catching in your throat as your muscles tensed and you tried to keep reading with a clouded mind. He was so close, too close. You knew what he was doing and yet, you couldn't bring yourself to stop him, not yet.

He went on like that for a little longer, just barely touching your thighs, gripping the skin on your hips, his fingers slowly sliding closer to your core, only to once again leave it to pay attention to your inner thighs.

It was intoxicating. His movements were so intimate, felt like being touched with a rose, felt almost like you were being caressed like a princess. His gaze was still set on you, and you didn't want him to stop, already feeling less stressed.

It was good to have him touch you, it felt even better that he was touching your bare skin and not your clothes. This was right, just to be caressed carefully...

You flinched when you felt his fingers brush your crotch and heard him lick his lips with desire. "Negan, stop. I have to finish this u-oh..."

A small pant left your lips as he pushed your underwear to the side swiftly and his warm fingers met your core, so fast that you didn't stand a chance to stop him. Your body always answered to him, even when your mind didn't. You were wet, not soaked yet; but you'd be soon.

"Remember you said you memorize better when you repeat everything out loud?" He smirked, his fingers still as your head turned to him, forgetting about the papers you were still holding. You looked just as concentrated and worried as before, but the way your lips parted and your eyes narrowed let him know you were also pleading for his touch. You nodded. "Do it. Read for me, sweetheart." He requested as he moved the coffee table to the side and kneeled on the floor, licking his lips at the sight before him. Even when you pressed your legs together and moved your head no, the sight of your thighs and your tight underwear had his mouth watering. "C'mon. I wanna help you study." He smiled cockily, tongue playing with his teeth seductively and holding your knees with each hand, opening your legs easily as you let go. A damp spot in the middle of your pink underwear made him bite his bottom lip, shooting you a stern gaze that hid an order.

Your hands gripped the papers and you nodded at his silent indication, gulping to try and stop your mouth from watering at the expectation of what he was about to do. "Okay. Uh-..." You struggled to find the start of the sentence. He waited, preying and planting little, soft kisses on your thighs, his beard tickling the skin around and sending slight tingles up your spine. It felt like barely touching warm water, then cold air hitting that same spot and bringing goosebumps to your back. You started: "The procedure s-should be done..." You shifted your position as he pulled down your underwear and you raised your hips to help automatically, eliciting a low chuckle from him. "...with any sterile instrument you have in hand, preferably a-"

Your breath caught on your throat, choking on your words as he sank in without any warning. His warm breath hit your core and you felt his tongue linger over the sides of your pussy, going up and down in the start of a lapping, slow motion that made your insides clench around nothing.

You stopped breathing and your eyes closed, enjoying his touch on your most intimate area. He knew too well what to do with you.

His hand, still on your knee, pressed down on your skin to remind you of your instructions, careful, sparkling eyes looking up at you until you opened your lids. Panting at the sight of his mouth sucking lightly on your mound, you nodded too many times and struggled to look up at your paper. "...using an sterile scalpel. T-Then, remove the diseased tissue- and, ah..." You tried hard to keep on reading, but his tongue barely licking your entrance made you whimper. He felt so close to you and you loved it, and you damned your own body for being so weak against him. "... And any crushed bones, s-seal off, the blood vessels and nerves..." Your hips softly moved up, trying to get him to touch you exactly where you wanted.

He still wouldn't touch that little bundle of nerves you wanted him to. As much as he noticed what you were getting desperate for, he wanted to play with you for a little while.

He slowly became closer to that spot you so much desired him to touch, his tongue encircling it from every angle but not quite touching it yet. Your chest was going up and down at a medium pace, slow and quiet pants leaving your parted lips. "Shape as good a-as possible for- prosthesis and cover with-...fuck, Negan... Please."

One of your hands left the paper and held the back of his head, slightly pushing him further with a whimper.

He thought it was fucking hot to have your fingers tangled on his hair, trying to push him further into your pussy. It was so easy for him to make you squirm with his movements and it turned him on to know that you were so desperate for him already, when he had only started touching you minutes ago. The sound of your voice, high pitched and pleading, made him moan and sent vibrations through your skin, making your hips move again.

When his warm lips finally sucked lightly at that little bundle of nerves, your legs threatened to close and push him off you from the rush. He quickly stopped and leaned back, letting you see how wet with slick you had gotten his beard, your cheeks once again red with embarrassment. Instead, he licked his lips, unashamed and even cocky about it. "You know what happens if you close these beautiful legs again, right?"

You nodded, wide eyed with a pleading expression.

"First one's free but that's it, baby." He warned and you frantically nodded again, only wanting him to go back to licking you. He smirked. "Now spread these fucking thighs for me again. Yeah, baby. Just like that."

You bit your lip as you did as you were told, your hand gripping the papers tightly until the material was wrinkled.

He finally sunk back into your pussy and closed his eyes at your wetness, your delicious taste making his cock twitch in his pants. His lips had started sucking softly on your clit again, and he groaned at the sound of your quiet, urging moans.

You seemed to remember about your work, and you struggled to talk. "S-Stitch a-and check levels every- fuck, every hour. In c-case, ah!" You whimpered as he stopped sucking and his tongue moved from side to side slowly. "In c-case the skin doesn't heal p-properly-" your hips jerked as he once again lapped up at down your pussy, from the very bottom to your clit, where he circled it and sucked at it lightly. He repeated it too many times, making you squirm and force yourself not to close your legs. "... Provide, uh, a-antibiotics of sections, sections three or fi-five."

You were shaking a little, his determined, strong and knowingly movements sending small waves of pleasure through your legs, your arms, even your damn neck.

You tried to keep on reading, but your mind couldn't go over the first words and it was even harder to pronounce them properly, smashed sounds coming out in a sharp cry when his hands gripped your hips and pushed you closer to him with a grunt, sliding you over the seat, his frowned and concentrated expression letting you know it was okay to stop reading now. Letting go of the papers, you shook under the feeling of his tongue lapping hungrily at your pussy and his strong grip on your hips, reminding you who you belonged to everytime you shook and he helped you steady.

Your sleepless mind was dizzy, the headache you had now nowhere to be seen or heard. Small moans and pants left your lips as your hips moved along with him, your clit so sensitive that you swore every time he sucked at it, you could feel the start of your orgasm building.

He was just as lost in his senses as you. It felt so good to be surrounded by you, your legs on his shoulders, your pants and whimpers loud on his ears, your scent and taste driving him crazy. He wanted so bad to bury himself in you, to fuck you into oblivion right in that same position. He had to force himself not to. This was your moment and just seeing you jerking your hips like that, biting your bottom lip and your fingers lingering in his hair, it was enough satisfaction for him.

Your neck arched back, passion washing over you as you panted his name needly when his tongue moved over your clit faster. He always knew how to kiss you, how to lick you, how to finger you, exactly how to fuck you and how to make you cum. He knew your body too well, and his experience showed every time he circled your clit over and over.

With a devilish grin he separated slightly from you, enjoying the sight of your shaking chest and the way he could see your hardened nipples under your shirt. His eyebrows furrowed with want as soon as his eyes went down again, and your glistening entrance made him lick his lips again. You looked down, hands gripping tightly onto the sofa, trying to understand why he stopped when you were having the time of your life. You whined in protest, but the words you were about to say were stopped as his fingers met your lips.

Both index and middle finger claimed your mouth as you quickly understood what you had to do. Mewling around them and wetting them with your warm tongue wrapping around them over and over under Negan's fixed, turned on gaze; your insides pulsed with want and expectation for him to finger fuck you hard and fast.

"Fuck, baby." He groaned, relentlessly removing his fingers from your mouth with a slight pop. His pants were starting to get too tight, he was completely sure at that point that he was hard as a rock.

Easily kicking the table completely off the way, all your books and pens rolling around, you opened your legs wider over the sofa in a silent plead for him to do it already.

When he finally pressed both his fingers into you, he didn't give you time. A loud cry left your lips as his head sank between your legs again, lapping at your cunt while his long fingers moved inside your tight walls in a rocking motion, arching them deliciously and making his fingertips graze that exact spot that always made you squirm.

His other hand was still locked on your hip strongly and you moaned, gasping for air as he worked you over and over, licked your insides, sucked on your sensitive clit and his fingers fucked you, eliciting wet, sinful squelching noises that made you get even more turned on.

Your lips were parted, and moans came out like a velvet plead for him to make you cum. All your worries had disappeared, your mind not able to think about anything else but his name and the sudden need for release.

"T-there, please- ah!" You cried as his fingers fucked you harder, your insides throbbing around them. The way your voice broke made him groan and suck harder on your clit, his tongue lapping on it over and over again. The combination of those two exactly where you needed them made you feel the too known jolt of pleasure starting, your insides clenching and unclenching, your body completely hot, almost burning. "N-Negan..." You cried, your right hand once again tangling on his hair and bringing him impossibly closer to you, burying him in your pussy.

He groaned, unbothered and mostly even more turned on with your frantic pleads. He gasped for air for a second, then went back to suck and lick, lap and groan buried in your pussy, your scent and slick driving him crazy.

Your thighs started shaking, closing around his head with such a force that made him pant, the sound muffled by your pussy.

You hadn't noticed that you were still moaning his name over and over, your hips moving against him as you felt your orgasm so close you could practically taste it.

He kept on fucking you, his fingers deep inside of you, feeling how you were clenching warmly around them and moaning lowly at it. It felt like being buried in heaven, to have you so desperate, so close, so fucking needy for him that you couldn't even pronounce anything else but his name.

Your hips suddenly stilled, and you let out a small scream as your orgasm hit you. You were shaking, your thighs weak around his head, and his free hand had to grip you harder so you wouldn't fall off the sofa. It felt like butterflies coming out your skull, your stress leaving your body in waves of pleasure.

He licked softly around your clit, the muscle oversensitive and he didn't want to startle you. Carefully looking up to you, his fingers came out slowly in sync with your legs practically falling down from his shoulders.

Your eyes were closed, and your lips parted; but you still were able to make out the sound of him chuckling while wiping his mouth and beard with his forearm. "You okay, baby?" He asked, getting up, still holding your limp body.

"... Yeah." You barely whispered. You were so drained out of energy that couldn't even bring yourself to open your eyes. Too relaxed, your mind felt like it was out of this world.

He smiled at the sight, proud of his accomplishment and leaned down, his arms coming around you. You didn't move, too tired and relaxed to react at him picking you up.

Your head rested on the crook of his neck for the little trip, his heartbeat echoing in the distance as you fell asleep; not even feeling when he set you down on the bed and covered you with the sheets.

He laid next to you, smiling to himself while watching you sleep peacefully. He could still feel your scent on his beard and he loved it.

"Told you I could help." He grinned quietly.

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