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SOUTHSIDE GIRL

Summary: based on the theme around the tv show Shameless. Y/N lived in the southside of Chicago all her life with her three other siblings she basically is raising. Getting out finding a nice steady job for once, her boss Negan Smith seems more than happy to treat her like a queen.

Warnings: 18+, smut, major shameless vibes!- I mean if you watch shameless you know, lower income households!, mentions of smoking!, rich Negan!, reader has three siblings!, daddy issues, small daddy kink!, slight mommy issues!, cursing, praise kink!, drinking!, anger issues!, dom negan!, lower income neighborhood!, rough sex!, major family issues!, semi-public sex!,jealous tendencies!,age gap!, cursing, and not fully edited.

A/N: thank you all for 275 followers!! I haven’t been doing this too long and getting support and the love is honestly appreciated!! I am currently working on drafts with the yearly vacation! I lost inspiration for a bit but it’s coming back thankfully!! Now, this is FULLY based around shameless tv show- which I’m currently rewatching! This honestly could be a series

The club was unbelievably loud.

Y/N and Valerie had just left the dimly lit bar and entered the pulsating crowd to join the dance floor. The two had met a couple of years ago in the bustling city of Chicago and had quickly become inseparable best friends. Valerie had been out in the town when she stumbled upon Y/N at a bar, and they hit it off immediately. Despite living on opposite sides of town, Y/N was on the south side of town.

Her life was different.

Valerie and Y/N had been at the club for a few hours. They had been sipping on drinks and swaying to the music on the dance floor, surrounded by a crowd. Y/N had a smoke break, and Valerie finally returned to the dance floor as they danced together. "I noticed that man was eyeing you at the bar earlier," Y/N responded with a smile. Valerie playfully rolled her eyes, "Don't worry, I won't leave you alone. I know plenty of men have been checking you out all night."

Y/N laughed, rolling her eyes playfully. “None on my eyes, though,” Y/N admitted; she was perfectly fine. Usually, they just turned into one-night stands or a fling relationship for a while. “Come on, let's get a drink and sit down for a bit, yeah?” Valrie implied, fixing her heels while the girls walked their way back to the bar, “these fucking heels are killin’ me.”

Y/N couldn't help but laugh as she took a seat beside her friend at the bar. The ambiance was lively, and the bartender greeted them with a warm smile. "What can I get you two lovely ladies?" he asked, his hands resting in front of them on the bar. Valerie, with a playful wink, ordered two vodka shots and two spiked lemonades, handing him the cash and telling him to keep the change. The clinking of glasses, the buzz of conversation, and the soft glow of the dimly lit bar all added to the atmosphere.

Y/N scanned the dimly lit bar, her gaze was drawn to an older, yet undeniably attractive man a few feet away. Leaning casually on the bar, he held a glass of what appeared to be whiskey and his eyes were fixed on her. Despite the distance between them, his gaze was intense and impossible to ignore. Y/N's lips curved into a subtle smile as she turned back to Valerie, who was already gushing with excitement. "He just gave us another round of shots for free!" Valerie squealed, placing two shots in front of Y/N along with her drink.

Y/N gestured to the numerous drinks placed in front of them. “Yeah, no more drinks for me after this." Valerie snorted and responded, "Free shots are free shots, girl!" She quickly grabbed her shot and brought it to her lips, handing Y/N's over to her to take together. The shot was bitter; it made her throat tighten. She sipped her spiked drink a bit, grimacing at the shot, shaking it off rather quickly.

As Y/N and Valerie were enjoying their drinks at the bar, a young man with his eyes on Valerie approached them. He seemed to be around the same age as them, and his charming appearance caught Y/N's attention. He had a drink in his hand and appeared quite confident. Judging by Valerie's body language, it was clear that she was interested in him as well.

"Hey," He spoke to Valerie with a smile. "I was wondering if you'd like to dance with me for a bit?"

Valerie was hesitant to let herself go, but Y/N reassured her with a nod. "I'll be fine at the bar. Go, babe," Y/N reassured her with a confident smile before Valerie took the man's hand beside her and began a conversation. Y/N watched as they made their way to the dance floor, getting lost in the crowd. Suddenly, Y/N felt a presence near her and heard a deep voice she didn't recognize.

“Can I buy you a drink sweetheart?”

Y/N's focus was drawn to the rugged-looking man across the bar, who had caught her attention earlier. He was a middle-aged man, clad in a leather jacket that seemed to fit him perfectly. As she took a closer look at him, she couldn't help but notice his rough facial hair. What particularly caught her eye, however, were the intricate tattoos that adorned his hands, stretching up his arms and disappearing under his jacket. Suddenly, he saw her gaze, and with a charming smile, he signaled the bartender to bring them another round of drinks.

Y/N flashed the man a warm smile, finishing the last sip of her drink. "Who says I want a drink from you?" she asked, a playful smirk on her lips. Despite knowing she should not be attracted to this mysterious man, Y/N was drawn to his dark chuckle and intense gaze as they locked eyes. As the bartender placed their drinks in front of them, the man spoke up. "I thought you might like some company. I've been watching you all night," he admitted, picking up his drink.

Y/N scoffed out playfully, her eyes rolling with a smile. “Oh, don't be a stalker. It isn't sexy.” Y/N playfully teased the man, who gave her a warm laugh. “I thought you women liked it when we were stalkierish.” Y/N knew she was blushing like crazy, she hoped the night club lights covered up her reddened face.

“Negan.” The man held his hand out for her to shake, which made her laugh; she couldn't stop laughing with him. “Y/N, you're an oddball, aren't ya?” Y/N teased, sipping her drink and leaning against the bar resting in her chair.

“Maybe so, sweetheart. Only one way to find out: stay talkin’ to me.” Negan smile was even drawing her in; she knew this could be a bad idea. Y/N's lips pierced; she did not want to stop talking to him, but a small voice inside her head was telling her to stop. “Let's see if you can keep my attention, Negan.” Y/N eyes were eating this man alive, and he saw right through her. The older male chucked, sipping his drink.

“You from here?” Negan wondered, his eyes trailing down her body. He'd been watching her for weeks, the only woman that ever caught his attention in this place. “Southside,” Y/N admitted she was never ashamed of who she was. “Southside girl, huh?” Negan's voice was playful, his smirk still plastered on his face, “All you south side girls crazy?”

Y/N snickered at his comment, shrugging and finishing the rest of her drink. “We are bat shit crazy.” Y/N teased him once more, and she couldn't help but flirt with this man. “I think I can manage with that.” Negan gestured to her empty drink, “Want another one, sweetheart?”

Y/N nodded, continuing to talk to Negan. They shared stories and experiences that they would never have revealed to anyone, but in that moment, they felt safe enough to confide in each other. The connection they formed was quick to create, and they both knew that this conversation would stay with them for a long time.

Negan was a successful executive who held a position of authority at a prominent company in the bustling city. Having recently gone through a divorce with no children, he confided in Y/N that his dedication to his work had taken precedence over his relationship with his former partner. Despite his busy schedule, Negan frequently visited the local club with a few of his close poker buddies, hoping to meet new people.

Amongst all the women he had met, Y/N was the only one who caught his attention. As the night progressed, Y/N opened up to Negan about her new job that she recently just got. How she and Val were celebrating, and she started the next day. Y/N needed this job desperately, even expressing some to Negan.

Despite her usually reserved nature, Y/N found herself opening up to Negan and sharing more about her life with him.

“Shit, your parents are dicks no offense sweetheart.” Negan and Y/N were on their fourth drink, Y/N even snorted at his comment not even disapproving of his comment. Her father was in and out of the house, the neighborhood drunk. Her mother went insane taking off when Y/N was young. She barley told anyone about them, how she was at home even still with her siblings.

“I don't take any offense, trust me.” Y/N knew she was feeling the liquor. She felt like her and Negan could continue talking for hours. Valerie was the only thing that helped Y/N return to reality and down to where time existed.

Valerie and the man who offered her dance had been dancing for an hour, which surprised Y/N how long she had been talking to Negan. “We were going to party a bit more; you good?” Valerie asked her best friend, her eyes shifting between the two with a smirk.

“I think I can manage.”

The two were left alone again; Y/N hated how she wanted to throw herself onto this man already. Hell- that's what most of her one-night stands were. Most of them even have this much talking. Y/N figured this was how the night would end. He would be deep inside of her, pounding her, not that she is complaining.

Y/N's hand was resting on Negan's, and as they locked eyes, chills ran down his spine. He felt his eyes darken with desire, even though he knew he shouldn't be feeling this way about a younger woman like her. "I may be coming on too strong," she spoke out, her grip on his hand tightening. "But we could go off somewhere, too." Her voice was low and husky, sending shivers down his spine. Negan could feel the heat rising between them, and he knew he had a decision to make.

For the past month, he had been frequently visiting this place, but it wasn't until he saw her that he felt truly captivated. Every time she hit the dance floor with her friend, he couldn't help but watch her every move. There was something about her that seemed to radiate an aura of energy and joy, making her stand out from the crowd. Eventually, the moment he saw her alone, he knew he had to make his move and approach her.

He knew she was just different.

The silence sitting thick between the two was suffocating. Y/N and Negan were standing face to face, their eyes locked in a heated gaze. Y/N was well aware of the fact that what she was about to do was not the best decision, but her eagerness got the best of her. Negan, on the other hand, knew that he shouldn't be doing this, but he couldn't resist the grip of Y/N's hands.

Suddenly, Y/N broke the intense silence between them, "I'm gonna go use the little girls' room, wanna make sure no one messes with me?" She pouted her lip, playfully begging Negan with her eyes. Negan's lips curled up in amusement as he saw right through her playful act.

“Lead the way, sweetheart.”

Hand in hand, going through the crowd, they headed off to the bathroom, which Y/N barely saw empty, but this time, they both were lucky with no line to the toilet. Down the hallway, the music silenced; before Y/N could entirely turn around, his lips were against hers as soon as the guilt hit her. Y/N could barely take her next breath and forced her into the bathroom room behind her. He quickly twisted the lock, having Y/N against the door wrapped around his body. He had his hands roaming her body like he had been wanting her for months. She could not say much with how her hands were all in his hair, roaming her nails down his clothed back.

Y/N felt the dress that hugged her thighs trail up along with his hands, squeezing her thighs roughly. The pain mixed with pleasure made her moan into his kiss, his lips resisting to move from hers. Negan had her quickly near the nearest wall, still having him wrapped around him in his lap. Y/N could already feel his thick cock pressing against his core; she reached into his pants to unzip them. Began stopped her hand for a moment, finally meeting her eyes.

Her face flustered, still the prettiest woman he'd ever met. “You did somethin’ like this for?” means words rolled off his tongue, and his eyes were darker and filled with lust. “I don't think that's any of your business, old man.” Y/N teased, getting a chuckle from Negan, squeezing her sides that tickled her slightly.

“Enough with the questions, fuck me.”

“Oh, you naughty girl,” Negan lip rubbed up her cheek, then teased her neck with tiny kisses. Y/N’s head laid back, giving Negan full access to her. Negan placed her hand on the palm of his jeans, letting her unzip his pants, “fucking a stranger In a bathroom. You little slut.”

Y/N whimpered, pulling out his thick cock as his jeans hit the floor along with his underwear. Negan’s fingers work expertly to her drenched cunt, pushing her underwear aside. He then let two of his fingers easily slide inside her wet cunt. “Shit girl, you’re still so fuckin’ tight.” He growls against her lips, Y/N tasting the alcohol on him, gripping his neck, letting his lips move against hers again.

Negan slipped his fingers away just when her orgasm was coming, she growled underneath her breath from the loss of touch. His cock teased her folds, moving to her entrance. His hands dug into her thighs, and she knew that she'd have bruises. “Please, fuck me,” Y/N begged him.

Both groaned aloud as she sank over Negan’s length, stretching her walls. He rocks you in her lap, thumb against her clit. Whimpering, Y/N nibbled on her bottom lip as he fucked her up into her against the wall. She held onto his neck for support, his hands covering her mouth. Negan groaned slightly into her neck; she felt his thrust get sloppier by the second.

They both stopped suddenly; Y/N felt her stomach drop, hearing the muffled music outside the bathroom. The door handles jiggle. Both looked at the door; Negan continued his thrust, getting deeper inside of her. Y/N moaned against his hand that still rested on her mouth, her eyes rolling to the back of her head.

“Fuck off!”

Y/N couldn't help but let out a laugh which Negan shared with her continuing his thrust, holding her now by the jaw and continuing to fuck her.

“Oh god— oh god—”

“Yeah, baby girl, that’s it,” Negan whispers huskily into her ear. His pace magnifies, thrusting up into her so hard that he can also make her scream. It was thick and hot, and Y/N could feel sweat all over her. “Good fuckin’ girl, that’s it; come round Daddy’s cock nice and hard.” Y/N soon slumped in his lap, uneven breaths rattling in both of their throats, feeling Negan come inside of her, her nails dug into the back of his neck, pulling his curls. Negan’s hands continued to roam her thighs, the words sending her over with her orgasm.

Both quickly cleaned up; Y/N wiped the running mascara down her face, trying to straighten up her dress. “After that, I think I need to ya again.” Negan laughed, pulling her to him and getting himself back dressed. “I am not a normal girl, Negan.” Y/N tried to tell him warmly how she felt, “I'd love to see you again, but I think I'd have you running off in a heartbeat.”

Negan kissed her cheek, and a smirk widened across his lips. “Don't worry, sweetheart; I think you'll see me again.” He left her in the bathroom alone. Y/N finally let herself come back down to earth, breathing and looking into the mirror.

She definitely was a different girl.

Y/N didn't even have time to think about last night.

“You guys, the bus leaves at 7:10AM sharp, let's go!" Y/N frantically yelled. Her little sister, Hannah, was brushing her teeth beside her, while her twin brother, Hayden, was still in his underwear, refusing to put on his pants. Y/N tried to reason with Hayden, "Hayden, pants now!" Meanwhile, Kevin, their other brother, was chasing after Hayden, causing chaos in the house. Y/N had to be careful not to get knocked down by the running boys as she grabbed clothes from the bathroom hamper.

Y/N couldn't resist a small smile as she made her way down the stairs, the sound of her sibling's roughhousing filling the air. "Boys please!" she called out, her voice firm but gentle as she attempted to restore some order in the chaotic household. With a bundle of clothes in her arms, she continued on to the laundry room, hoping to get the chore done without any further interruptions.

Her life was definitely different.

Y/N did a lot for her siblings, maybe too much. But her parents weren't around to help. Since Y/N could remember, it had always been like this.

Y/N, a woman in her twenties, was the eldest among her siblings. She assumed the role of taking care of her younger brothers and sisters. Her siblings were everything to her.

Hannah and Hayden are identical twins; both just started the sixth grade. Y/N had some help from their other brother, Kevin. Kevin was 15 years old; he was such a bright kid.

After struggling with the washing machine, she had breakfast already prepared for them, with eggs and toast neatly arranged on the kitchen counter. The bags containing their lunches were already packed and waiting for them, wrapped in brown bags.

Y/N was in the kitchen, cleaning the dishes and exchanging greetings with her siblings. As she worked, she could hear the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs. It was Kevin, her brother, who walked in and grabbed a couple of clean glasses from the cabinet. "Everything's ready to go, try to eat up quickly," Y/N said with a warm smile. Kevin poured himself and his siblings a glass of juice and then turned to Y/N.

“You're starting your new job today?" he asked with a curious look on his face. Y/N nodded, feeling a hint of nervousness in her voice. "Yeah, my shift is at 9 AM. Supper may be a little late tonight," she admitted. It had been a long time since she had worked a 9 to 5 job, and the thought of it made her feel a bit anxious. For the past few months, she had been doing odd jobs here and there to make ends meet.

Y/N got lucky with this job, she knew she could not fuck it up.

"Hey Kevin, do you think you could come up with a dinner?" Y/N requested as she looked at her brother hopefully. Kevin gave her a quick nod and patted her back, offering to help with the breakfast plates. "Go get ready for work, I've got this. Don't worry about dinner tonight," he reassured her. Kevin was proud of his sister for landing a job that made her so happy, and he was willing to take on multiple jobs to help pay the bills and support their family. He was glad to be able to contribute in any way he could, including taking care of their siblings.

"Thanks, alright you two I love you, have a good day." Y/N gave a quick hug to the younger twins, "I better not get any calls of any fires Hayden." She rubbed the top of her brothers head playfully messing up his hair. "No promises." Hayden playfully pushed his sister away with a laugh, holding his plate of breakfast.

Hannah, with a hint of anxiety in her voice, “Any news on dad?” They were all seated around the kitchen table, the smell of freshly brewed coffee filling the air. Y/N and Kevin exchanged a meaningful glance, and then Y/N turned to Hannah with a reassuring smile. "I have a feeling he'll be back home in a few days, Hannah," Y/N said in a gentle tone. "Val mentioned that she saw him at work last night at her bar, so he's probably just taking some time for himself."

Y/N had a heavy heart as she thought about her father. She knew that he was probably sleeping beneath a bridge with a terrible hangover, but despite this, he seemed invincible. Nothing could take him down. She had long stopped worrying about him and instead focused on taking care of herself and her siblings. She knew that their well-being was now solely in her hands, and the weight of that responsibility was heavy.

Y/N had a cup of coffee, heading upstairs to prepare for her first day at work; she finally had time to reflect last night. She and Valerie went out just to party at that nightclub just to celebrate her getting a new job, yet she ended up fucking someone in the bathroom.

A stranger.

Maybe this was not new to her, but she at least never had sex in public- not with a stranger. All she knew was his first name, Negan. All she could think about was his hands over her mouth, covering her whimpers from moaning his name. Y/N groaned to herself looking at herself in the mirror trying to get ready for the day.

She knew she couldn't fuck this job up, this was the best place she had her self yet. Y/N kept telling herself, not to fuck up.

The city was about 30 minutes out from the Southside, Y/N did it every weekend usually with Val. The city was always busy, no matter the time of day.

As Y/N got ready for work, she wore her office attire that Valerie had kindly lent her from the goodwill. After driving around for a while, she finally managed to find a parking space in the crowded parking garage. With her belongings in hand, she made her way to the elevator, ready to start her day. Y/N's office was located on the 12th floor, and she knew that she would have to start small. She wasn't even going to have her own office yet, and would spend most of her day sitting in front of a computer screen.

Y/N's heart was racing,she desperately needed the job, but she couldn't shake off the feeling that she didn't belong here. Growing up in the rough neighborhood of the southside, she was used to a completely different atmosphere. The thought of being surrounded by snooty, high-level executives made her feel even more out of place. She prayed that she would never have to go up there and face their judgmental eyes. Despite her nerves, she took a deep breath and walked into the building, hoping that she could prove herself.

Y/N walked into the building with nervous excitement. The woman at the front desk looked up and greeted her warmly. "Hi," Y/N said, "My name is Y/N L/N and I'm here for my first day. Tony told me to ask for him at the front desk." The older lady smiled and paged Tony through the intercom. Y/N knew Tony was the boss on the floor, and the Vice President of the company. She was sure it would be a while before she met the big boss, who probably wouldn't even give her the time of day. "He will be with you shortly, sweetheart. Please have a seat," the woman said, gesturing towards the chairs behind Y/N. Y/N sat down, her leg bouncing with anticipation.

Y/N’s thoughts wandered off to the man she met last night, Negan. His name echoed through her mind, refusing to leave her thoughts. She felt silly for constantly thinking about him, but the desire to talk to him again was overpowering. She despised how badly she wanted to bump into him at the bar again.

As Y/N walked into the office building, she felt a sense of excitement and nervousness. She had been eagerly waiting for this day for weeks, and now it was finally here. As she entered the reception area, a man approached her with a warm smile. It was Tony, the Vice President of the company, who looked like a kind and welcoming person. Tony greeted her, “Welcome Y/N!” Y/N returned with a smile and thanked him for the opportunity, feeling grateful for the warm welcome. Tony then led her through a long line of desks, where she saw people working diligently on their tasks. Some of them looked up to see her, but most of them were engrossed in their work. Y/N felt a sense of excitement and anticipation as she followed Tony.

Tony escorted Y/N to the elevator while explaining that she would mostly be working at her own desk. As they stepped into the elevator, Tony pressed the button to the top floor, leaving Y/N confused and with a twist in her stomach. “The big boss was wanting to meet ya.” Tony informed during the interview that she may never have the opportunity to meet him. The big boss was a mysterious figure who never came down from the top floor. Only Tony and the employees who worked on that floor had ever had the chance to meet him or even catch a glimpse of him.

“I-uh, May I ask why?” Y/N didn't want to seem rude, but she was nowhere ready to meet this man in this vast company, just some little employee. “Think he thought to be a perfect position for a job up there, wanted to talk to you.” Y/N's face widened, and she was utterly stunned when the elevator dinged; Tony escorted them off the elevator, going up to a woman at the front desk.

Y/N was nervous as she stood in front of Tony's office. She laughed nervously and shook her head when Tony suggested she meet Mr. Smith inside. "I- me? I don't think I am qualified for a place up here," she declared, her eyes falling to the younger woman at the desk. “He was pretty adamant about talking to you. Don't doubt yourself.” Tony quickly encouraged her, assuring her that Mr. Smith was interested in talking to her. After a moment of hesitation, Tony instructed the woman sitting at the desk to announce Y/N's arrival to Mr. Smith. The woman exited her seat and greeted Y/N with a warm smile.

“Ms. L/N follow me down this way.” The blonde lady gestured down the longer hallway leading to a tall black door. Y/N heels clicked along with the other ladies, she was beyond confused on why she was up here. She did not feel like she belonged where she was at right now. The lady opened the door for her to enter, Y/N watched behind her as she closed it turning to the man at the desk in the middle of the room.

“Are you fuckin’ with me right now?” Y/N couldn't help herself; she could not believe who sat at that desk. That smirk on his face grew, which drew her in the first place.

Negan was Mr. Smith.

The man from last night.

The man was her fucking boss, and she done fucked him in a night club bathroom.

“Language, is that any way to talk in front of your boss, sweetheart?” Negan questioned, teasing the younger woman. She scoffed with an eye roll, crossing her arms, clearly annoyed with the older male. “You knew, didn't you? The whole time- what, you just fuck all of your employees before they get on the job?” Y/N was furious; she felt like she was fuming. Negan, however, sat in his chair comfortablely with a playful smile and look.

“Wipe that smirk off your fuckin face! God, does it ever go away?” Y/N growled as Negan just chuckled at the younger woman. “You were right; you southside girls are crazy.” Negan stood from his chair, and his appearance was more formal than the last time she had seen him. She shouldn't still find this man attractive; she can not do this with him. But man, didn't he look good in a suit.

“I want to offer you a job up here, doll. I think you'd fit in well.” Negan offered to her, Y/N scoffed shaking her head. “I fit in? You have no idea who I am okay?” Y/N knew this would not be right for her, it felt she fucked her way to the top, “I just got here and your trying to put me up here with a bunch of snooty ass business women who if figured out I fucked you would leave nasty notes and trash on my desk til I quit.”

The young woman stood before Negan, her eyes meeting his as he regarded her with amusement. His gaze seemed to sparkle with a mischievous glow, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. Despite this, she found herself drawn to him, captivated by his magnetic presence. As he pierced his lips and gave her a slight nod, she could sense that he was lost in thought for a moment, considering something important.

"This isn't about that," he said, his voice softening as he moved closer to her. She could feel his breath on her cheek, and her heart began to race. "I'm trying to help you out, sweetheart. You would have your own office, your own space, and more pay. And let's not forget, I would be the one bossin' ya around, doll."

Negan's words were suggestive, and he winked at her with a devilish grin. The young woman tried to hold back a smile, but couldn't help feeling a twinge of anger towards him. It was a struggle for her to maintain her composure in front of him, her mind racing with conflicting emotions. Despite everything, she couldn't deny the attraction she felt towards him, even as she tried to resist his advances.

Negan towered over Y/N, his voice echoing in the quiet room. "Let me offer you this, sweetheart. Stay where you're at for a couple of weeks and see if you want to change your mind, that good?" His words hung in the air, heavy with tension as Y/N met his gaze. She found it difficult to breathe, watching his eyes grow darker by the second. Y/N simply gave him a quick nod, keeping her lips sealed tight. "I told you, doll, I'd see ya again," Negan joked, and Y/N couldn't help but burst out laughing, shaking her head at him. "Come on, you won't even let me take you out on one date?" he asked, a playful grin on his face.

“I can't date Negan; men don't want what my life is, Negan. My life is fuckin’ ridiculous,” Y/N admitted, “I'm still at home raising my siblings like they're my kids. My father, when he comes home, will sometimes be passed out in our kitchen or, even better yet, our fuckin’ yard.” Y/N’s life was nowhere like his life; she saw the tall buildings out behind him. The huge glass windows surrounded his office, which was huge and filled with books and awards.

“Look at your life and mine; it would never work.” Y/N was interested, but she could not bring herself to put himself in this life, her situation, “You could have anybody, Negan, to these people, I am just run down Southside chick.” Negan shook his head, disagreeing with the younger woman. “I don't think that, sweetheart,” Negan addmited, “You're different, that's for sure, but that's what drew me in.” Y/N’s eyes scanned over his for a moment, letting out a laugh rubbing her forehead.

“Fuck it.” Y/N lips instantly shot to his lips, catching him off guard for a moment. He pushed her back closer to his desk keeping his lips locked with hers.

"Sit your ass on my desk." He ordered as he pointed towards his deck. “Here, Now?” Y/N's voice cracked, her nerves settling in. “Don't make me ask again, doll.” Negan's voice was demanding. Y/N didn't question him, so she sat on the cold wood, chilling her spine.

Y/N’s free hand curled a finger into his belt loop and pulled him closer. She wrapped her legs around his hips, gently grinding into his significantly hardened cock in his black pants. “Shit, we need to be quick but not too quick, sweetheart,” he warned, tearing her wandering arm away from him and yanking it behind her back. She chuckled, gently wincing at the roughness, but it crumbled as soon as his lips found her neck.

Y/N’s back instinctively arched and rested on the desk underneath her. She kicked her head back a little to allow him access. Negan was greedy yet smooth, carefully working down to the low neck, ripping off her top. She let him pull her skirt down her hips, his satisfied smirk growing when her panties came into view. The thick pad of his finger found her clit through the thin fabric, slowly circling it. Her hips softly bucked in response as a cry ripped from her throat. Negan took the opportunity to latch onto her bare chest, teeth nipping at a mark he’d already planted.

“Fuck, you’re already so damn wet.” he panted, not wasting another second to slide her panties to the side and run his middle finger teasingly up her soaked cunt. He dipped his fingertip in, watching how she writhed at the sensation. “Fuck me, Negan, please,” Y/N begged, shoving her pride down her throat. He teased her folds with the tip of his dick, her back arching from the desk.

Everything necessary was not her right now; all she wanted was him. “Better fuck me before someone catches us.” Y/N pulled him back down into a kiss, which was rough and sloppy.

Negan snaked his hand to the back of her neck, pulling her deeper into the messy kiss. The feeling of his tongue on Y/N’s and his beard softly scratching her face made her whimper. His other went between her thighs, keeping them wide pushed his dick inside of her. She moaned against his mouth, steadying herself. “Negan,” Y/N’s knuckles turned white from how tightly she held onto his arms, gripping the other hand on the desk.

“Fuck,” Negan cursed when he felt how tight she was, practically squeezing around his cock. Both of them knew it wouldn’t last long, and if they kept knocking on the desk, the wall, and the volume, it would not be long til someone walked in. She could not get caught; they could not get caught.

Y/N would go down, and she would take this man down with her, but they were both consisting of adults. He hooked the backs of her legs underneath his arms and pounded into her, the angle hitting a spot that made her body go completely loose. Y/N’s head slid on the desk under the moans tumbled past her lips.

Negan's thrusts went deep and slowed down so subtly she almost didn’t notice.“That's it, let go, baby.” Negan’s voice rumbled in her ears, nearing a low growl. “You're gonna be mine, baby.” His voice sounded exhausted, chucking in her ear.

Y/N kept telling herself she would end up fucking this all up; she didn't expect to fuck her boss though. And him to actually wanna date her, stay with her. Her breathing was hard to catch up with, cupping his cheek and pulling him into a kiss.

“I'm yours.”

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[cherryheartssblog]

MISTER SCARY KILLER

Summary: Y/N is a local senior at a college in California. Halloween is around the corner and there is a killer on the loose. For Y/N though everything is going quite perfectly, especially with her hidden relationship with her old high school teacher; Negan Smith. Things take a turn when Y/N's ex shows up letting his dark secrets unfold…

Warnings: SMUT, murder, blood, gore, partying, drinking, age gap ( the reader is 22-23 years old and Negan is in his 40s), jealousy, dom! Negan, smoking, drunk sex?, angst, death, sex in costume? (I think this is a warning-ish?), daddy kink!, secret relationship, mention of murder, description of murder scenes, horror movie junkie! reader, darker themes!, mentions of scream movies, cursing, submissive reader!, college partying, mentions of drugs, mentions of sex, and slight obsession.

A/N: My kinktober list will be linked soon, and each one is shorter stories, little quick one shots. This is based on a mood board I found on Tumblr. @dustbunniess There was a TikTok attached to it, this kind of intrigued me. This in no way is supposed to be offensive and to me is darker but kind of weirdly cute? (Like does not need to be real but I feel like there are people who understand). Boarder is by @saradika-graphics they are so cute go check out the page!

DAY ONE OF KINKTOBER

"What's your favorite scary movie?" Y/N's lips curled up, her legs crossed laying on the man's covered thighs beside her. The bowl of popcorn rested between them, she held the remote scrolling through the endless amount of movies. Negan chuckled at her question, rubbing her smoother bare legs across him. Negan scratched his beard, watching the movies she scrolled past. "What are you thinkin' of, doll?" The nickname she loved, doll. He loved to call her that, 'his little doll.'

Negan and Y/N's relationship started when she ran into him after high school the following year. Y/N was ending her junior year in a couple of months we she ran into him at a coffee shop close to her campus. Negan was her PE teacher back in school, she always thought the man was very attractive. She had been keeping her relationship hidden from others until after college, and Y/N felt like it was for the best.

Y/N did explore and she met a perfect boy, Jackson. He treated her with a lot of respect in the beginning, giving her every need. Jackson had his demons he was fighting when he dropped out of college leaving her with a text he was going off with some other woman. The text was super brief and almost got Y/N's best friend, Claire hunt him down herself. Y/N was heartbroken but later on in those few months, she ran into Negan Smith to come sweep her off her feet.

"Why not Halloween?" Y/N clicked, seeing the play movie sign; turning her head for Negan's approval, "Just in a couple of days, y'know." She playfully winked at him causing a deeper chuckle from the older man. "You're too cute," He complimented her, his hands riding up her leg more, "That's fine with me, doll."

The movie started uploading with a few commercials first, letting herself finally bring herself to bring up her costume to Negan. Y/N and Clarie were matching for their Halloween party at Claire's boyfriend's frat house party. They were having to keep the party a secret due to police curfew hours for high school and college students. Since the end of summer, a couple of murders have occured around her campus area.

The murders kept Y/N more behind closed doors, rather than Negan keeping his eye on her. When she was at classes, most of the time he was at work. She stayed with him in town in his apartment close to her campus, Y/N had everything perfect.

Mostly, everything was perfect until Jackson returned to school the following year. Y/N sadly had to share a class with him, she wanted to drop the class so bad. But she had to have the class to graduate, Y/N also hated she had to hide the fact she shared a class with her ex. Negan flipped out when he heard he came back to town.

'He is going to try to get in your pants, sweetheart.'

'If he comes near you, I will kill him."

Y/N heard him say that a few times these past few months, she did not know why but it sent a chill down her spine. At first, it seemed like a joke to her, how he would laugh afterward. The smile brightens his whole face up, his wrinkles showing on his face more. The more she heard it though, the more she got to see Negan it seemed a little bit more sinister.

She thought it was all in her head, but Y/N kept it brushed to the side of everything.

Y/N cleared her throat, sitting up a bit keeping the popcorn close to her. "I wanted to tell you about my costume." Y/N laid her hand on his, which was rubbing her thighs. She could have sworn she felt Negan's grip get tighter, "It's a really cute idea, I got it from Spirit last week."

"You in there every week, sweetheart." Negan commented, rolling his eyes playfully, "You drag me in there every date day since it's opened." Y/N threw popcorn at him, and he just picked the pieces up throwing them into his mouth. The Halloween movie credits started to play with the theme song blaring through the TV. "That is not the point, babe." She chewed her piece of popcorn, "Me and Claire are going to match at the party."

"What party?" His voice was stern.

Y/N rolled her eyes, this time she was more annoyed. She had a party conversation with him since the beginning of October. Y/N even invited him remembering his comment, "I do not want to party with a bunch of college kids."

"We have had this conversation, I even invited you and you told me you did not want to go." Y/N quickly threw back, laying the bowl on the floor. She pulled her legs away bringing them closer to her, Y/N tried to turn her attention towards the movie. Negan grabbed her legs making her squeal pulling her underneath him. Her arms were pinned in an instant behind her head, Negan was above her having her pinned beneath him. Y/N felt herself melt underneath him, his eyes burning through her own eyes. "Don't start with no attitude, princess," Negan whispered, his lips getting closer to hers. His hands gripping her wrist tighter, Y/N tried to fight the grip but he was too strong. She wiggled behind him, finally giving up as his eyes just stayed on her.

"What's the costume, doll?" Negan asked her, his face was straight and seemed emotionless. Her eyes scanned his features, she could not help but feel turned on in this situation. She loved his dominant side, how jealous he could be of her. Y/N would never cheat on Negan or do anything to hurt him in any way; in fact, she was thinking she was falling in love with him. She could not help though watching him squirm if he was getting jealous about her.

"Well," Y/N gulped down, trying to make herself comfortable with him, "Claire was going to be the devil and I was going to be an angel." Negan's face stayed emotionless for a moment, growing nerves in Y/N's stomach. Finally, Negan broke the sexual silence with a burst of amusing laughter. Y/N hated that she had that scratch sneaking up her back, an itch perhaps. Something about that laughter seemed darker than most of his, she seemed to have heard this before though. Y/N barely could put words to describe it, but still felt turned on by the man in front of her.

Negan lifted her causing her to gasp, his hands on her waist; her hands out of habit wrapped around his neck. Negan laid his forehead against hers, and Y/N felt his member grow underneath, pressing against her. She bit her lip, hearing the sounds of the movie playing behind her that they had not even got to watch.

"And I bet you're going to look hot as fuck? Is that what you're trying to tell me?" Negan questioned her, Y/N's mouth parted but she could not form words or a sentence to tell him what she thought. "Yeah, you'd look hot as fuck in anything, dollface." His lips brushed up her neck, causing her to moan out, "I guess you can go, only on one condition."

Negan grabbed her face, her cheeks squished up a bit. His other hands wrapped around her throat bringing her close. "What?" She croaked out, her lips teasing his own; brushing up against him. "If that Jackson shows up, you call me. If any guy messes with you, you call me." Negan was stern, he was serious. His eyes burned through her, she could have sworn she saw flames inside his eyes.

"Yes, sir."

Negan laughed as a dark, lustful chuckle came from his throat. He stalked closer to her still above her, eyeing the younger woman up and down hungrily.

“What do you want doll?” Negan asked her, his member growing more and more. "You want me to throw your legs over my neck and ruin you?" His words sent goosebumps down her spine.

“You can’t handle me, Negan. If anything, I’d ruin you." She blushed, keeping the wicked smirk on her face in front of Negan. Negan’s brows arch up in genuine surprise. Y/N was like Negan's prey and he was the predator, he wanted her desperately.

“That sounds like a challenge,” Negan says lowly. His eyes flick down to her, stopping at her lips. “Are you challenging me, darling?” Y/N was still pinned down, she felt her becoming wet in her sleep shorts. He turned her on so easily, anything this man did could get her going.

“Maybe. Are you up for it?”

“Oh, doll… you know I can fuck you any time of the day and any time of the week." Her shorts were pulled down as Y/N pulled at his loose sweatpants, getting him to remove his clothing. Negan's hands gripped her bare chest underneath her sweater. "You sure this party thing works out?" Negan wondered out loud, his fingers pressing against her bare clit. Her shorts were now on the floor, she never wore underwear at night usually just one of Negan's old shirts and shorts.

"Everything will work out." Y/N pulled the older man closer, pulling his boxers off next leaving him naked. The pulsing between her thighs grew stronger as his dark eyes stayed trained on her own.

“Look at you, being such a good girl for me already.” He smiled, rubbing her clit gently as she let out a slight moan. He pulled her close to him and ran his hands down Y/n's back, squeezing her plump ass roughly as he inhaled, she yelped as he landed a harsh slap to her bare ass.

“Mmm, I like the sound of that.” He smirked and pulled away from her, grabbing her hair tightly again.

“Now what the fuck do I do with you?” He mused. Y/N bit her lip pushing up wanting him inside of her already. He loved how desperate she looked beneath him, how her body was practically begging for it.

“You want it fuckin bad don’t you?” He moved to her breast, biting her nipple gently. Negan's hands were firmly under her ass. Everything about him was intoxicating, his mouth, his tongue, the way his beard felt on her bare skin. “Fuck that’s a pretty fuckin pussy.” He murmured as he ran a finger through her glistening folds, “Damn, you’re so wet for me already.” Y/N moaned out, her head digging deeper into the couch, the movie she had forgotten about playing behind them. Her body jolted as she moaned, hips searching for more release. He chuckled,

“Yeah…you’re gonna be coming for me real soon.” Negan's member teased her entrance, she choked out a loud moan. “Oh my God.” It came out in a broken whine as he stretched her, impaling her with his cock. Negan groaned lowly in her ear, holding the ends of the couch. He started to thrust in and out of her slowly. “You’re fucking tight baby.” Y/N could only respond with moans as he started to fuck her even faster, hitting deep inside of her. He wrapped her legs around his waist letting himself be deeper inside of her. Y/N kept choking on her moans, her nails digging into the couch fabric.

She loved how rough he was. Y/N loved the urgency and power of his thrusts as he fucked deeper into her than she thought possible. Negan's nails kept digging into her ass. "Go faster Negan please." She begged practically screaming for the neighbors to hear.

"You're mine." He growled in her ear, his thrust causing her eyes to roll back of her head, "I would do anything for you."

“Negan.” Y/N whined as he let her back down on the couch “I’m-oh fuck.” She couldn’t even finish your sentence because Y/N was already coming.

“Good fucking girl.” He moaned as he pulled her back on his dick roughly, one of her legs resting on his shoulders up high. “Come on my fucking cock, just like that.”

She whimpered at him that he was satisfied with her, how much he loved to take care of her. His thrusts started to get sloppier and Y/N could tell he was chasing his orgasm. “I want your come so bad.” Y/N moaned, she begged him feeling his cock twitch inside of her. She could feel her pussy throb around him as she could feel another orgasm building up in her stomach.

Negan kept viciously thrusting as he sent her over the edge again. This time Negan came with her, moaning loudly into her neck as he came deep inside of her. Y/N's body shuddered and shook as she came from her second orgasm.

"Everything will work out." She breathed out.

Y/N adjusted her angel wings attached behind her, she had her full costume on ready to go with Claire who was taking millions of selfies in the bathroom. Negan was at a late practice for his football players so it gave the girls time to get ready at their apartment since it was closer to the party. "We are ditching if cops show!" Y/N yelled over to Claire her exiting the bathroom, she laughed rolling her eyes playfully. Claire was in a fierce matching red costume like Y/N's, instead of wings and a crown she had devil horns and a tail. "You look so hot, you're telling me Negan is not going to join ya?" She winked, he can wear a mask like I said no one would know." Y/N smirked at her comment going to answer her when her phone began to ring. The younger woman reached for it believing it was Negan seeing the caller ID, unknown.

Her eyebrows furrowed, feeling a familiar pit in her stomach start to grow. Y/N denied the call, tossing the phone on her bed and turning her attention back to the mirror continuing to adjust the revealing costume. "Who was that, Y/N?" Claire's curiosity grew looking at the phone lying on the bed, she had a smirk on her face thinking it was Negan herself. "Unknown caller, probably telemarketers," Y/N pulled her gloves up her arms, "They've been more annoying these past few days." Claire pulled her phone out while Y/N glanced over seeing her pop open her camera, "No, no pictures please." Y/N begged as Claire was already taking pictures of her, Y/N fighting to cover her face as she was laughing. "Oh come on, you look cute." Claire teased her friend, pushing her hands away from her face, "We never take pictures anymore."

Y/N finally gave in putting her hands down, giving a smile at the camera, Claire and her started to make funny faces causing the girls to laugh. They had been friends ever since high school, she knew about her and Negan's relationship a few months after it started. Y/N only trusted her, she knew she would keep it a secret even her boyfriend Ted. "Come on, let's head on over." Claire squealed, putting her phone away and nudging Y/N to follow her out. "Let me text Negan we are leaving, we can just stay a couple of hours." Y/N pointed her finger sternly at her party animal-like friend.

The two friends headed out getting into Claire's car, the entire time she could have sworn she felt eyes on them. She peered over her shoulders seeing no one in the dark or even the dark corners.

The party was already pretty crowded once they arrived. The frat party was located at Ted's uncle's cabin deeper in the woods. There were a lot of people drinking and doing drugs that she did not even know the names of. She stuck away from that just to drinking, maybe a smoke of a blunt or a hit from a bong would not be bad.

Claire and Y/N had been there a couple of hours staying near each other with their drinks in hand. They danced all over each other, talking to each other's friends and classmates. Y/N was feeling pretty tipsy already with her fifth drink in hand. She drank her vodka-mixed drink grinding on her friend behind her to the music. Negan sent her a text just to behave and call him if she needed anything. He trusted her enough to take care of herself, she knew if she needed him she would call right away. "That guy across the room has not taken his eyes off you," Y/N yelled at her friend loud enough for her to over the music, dancing with her. Claire pivoted her hand towards the male staring at her and raising his drink in her direction. "Go, I will be okay, I will find Jess," Y/N reassured her, Jess was one of their older roommates from their freshman year in college.

Claire was a little hesitant, she knew the guy from a few of her classes but did not want to leave her best friend high and dry. "No, we promised each other," Claire whined a little, seeing the guy smirk at her; his eyes scanning over her. "If you do not go Claire, I will push you over there myself." Y/N gave her a slight nudge, causing Claire to giggle. "I will call you in a couple of hours, I promise." Claire quickly kissed her cheek, going over to greet the eyeing man. Y/N pushed through the crowd, keeping her eyes peeled for her friend Jessica around. She could feel her phone buzz, tucked away in her bra. The buzzing continued, and she realized she was getting a call. Y/N pulled the phone from her cleavage seeing an unknown caller again, they’d been calling for days. Y/N finally had enough getting upstairs to a quieter place, swiping left quickly answering the phone.

“Look I don’t know who this is but please stop calling,” Y/N had her phone lingering over the red button to end the call when she heard her name being called over the phone.

“Hello, Y/N.” The voice seemed static, but deeper male voice. Y/N's face fell, and her finger tightened around her phone. She quickly looked around her surroundings seeing a few people chatting a drinking; some making out. “Who is this?” Y/N questioned, Deep down she hoped this was all some Halloween prank.

She hated the gut feeling she had.

Just when she turned back around she bumped right into someone, and her phone fell to the ground. Y/N eyes moved up seeing the taller man in front of her, Jackson. She tended up quickly grabbing her phone from the ground seeing the caller had hung up, Jackson smirked filled with wickedness. He eyed the angel in front of him, and Y/N stepped back away from him. “What the hell are you doin’ here?” She growled, eyeing him up and down, himself in a simple cop costume, “Ted does not like you, so I know he did not invite you.” Jackson just chuckled at the younger woman walking around her, Y/N’s eyes followed his movements. His hands rested in his pockets, Y/N thought she saw something inside his pockets hiding away with his hands. Her eyes moved up to him, being closer to her now.

“If there is a party, you know I have to be a part of it.” Jackson reminded her, he was known for being parties. They were always doing something with each other going to parties and living it up to the fullest. Y/N rolled her eyes crossing her arms, her phone in hand, “You look good, Y/N. I want to talk to you.” Y/N tried to walk away feeling his hand pull her back, she gasped in disbelief. Luckily half the people at the party were downstairs, the people upstairs kept their attention to themselves. Y/N tried to fight his grip, feeling Jackson pull her closer. “You shouldn’t be out with a killer on the loose,” Jackson's lips curled, and the younger woman pulled her arm from his grip. “You can fuck off Jackson,” Y/N hissed, “You lost every right to control me when you fucked other women.” Y/N was loud causing a few stares to peer over at them and a few whispers lingering around them. Y/N did not even have time to hear what he had to say or even the look on his face he may have had. She quickly went to an empty bathroom, locking the door behind her.

She pulled her phone out, scrolling to Negan’s contact to call him bringing the phone to her ear and hearing two rings before he was quick to pick up. “Ready to leave already, doll?” Negan picked up the phone, feeling like nothing was wrong with his girl. He sat on the couch with his sweatpants on watching one of the newer Scream movies, one of his favorites. “No, Jackson is here,” she heard pure silence over the phone not even his breath, “He fucking grabbed me and..” Y/N was cut off by him, “I’m on my way.”

Before she could even protest, he hung up the phone as she stared at her screen in shock. Y/N debated on calling him back but she knew nothing would change his mind coming up here, he was a very stubborn man. The young woman shoved her phone back in her strapless bra underneath her costume, eyeing herself in the mirror. She fixed her crown, adjusting it as straight as it could be. She groaned out, debating on even going back to the party or just keeping herself hidden in the bathroom. The music echoed out from the bathroom, voices muffled out passing the door. Y/N just sucked it up, letting herself out of the bathroom and getting past people down the stairs, her buzz fading away from running into Jackson getting her adrenaline up and taking any fun she had away.

Y/N once again felt her chest buzz again from her phone, from an incoming call again. “Negan look, just come me and we will leave.” She answered, yelling more for the man to hear her; not even looking at the ID. “I don’t think it’s time to leave my Y/N.” A familiar voice rang in her ear, that same static voice moments ago. In the crowd, Y/N saw a scream mask. She took a look again making sure she saw correctly not seeing the banned mask anymore. Ever since the killings they banned the costume from Halloween this year since the killer was rumored to dress like the fictional character. The man she thought she saw was dressed in all black with the mask, she kept her eyes peeled for more. Y/N tried to keep telling herself this was all a Halloween prank, of course, someone would show up in a costume like him.

Y/N pushed the phone closer to her ear to hear the man behind the phone more. “I want to play a little game, doll.” Her eyebrows furrowed at the nickname, making her feel sick to her stomach. Y/N stopped in her tracks trying to go to a more secluded area, to be able to talk better. “Who the fuck are you?” Y/N was scared, with everything going on in town, someone could be after her next. “The game is not asking questions here, Y/N.” The darker voice chuckled at the end, her stomach twisted stopping in her tracks and seeing the man in the mask once again in the crowd. “What do you want?” She quickly asked, keeping her eyes on the ghost face costume disappearing right in front of her eyes again.

“I think you know exactly what I want,” He told her, the voice was not static anymore. Y/N recognized the voice instantly making her nauseous. The fear kicked in quickly and everything just rushed over her, “I’ve been wanting your attention so long, Y/N.” The young girl turned around running right into the ghost face costume she’d been seeing, her phone still pressed against her ear. Y/N took off running beside him outside to the backyard, they had a bunch of activities going outside out there. A smaller haunted house, a few drinking games, and people partying in the people with the temperature even a little lower for the fall weather. She quickly ran into the haunted house they had set up hearing a scream in the distance as she entered. Bunches of ugly Halloween decorations hung up in this side pool house they were using. Most of the people dressed up in scary costumes just jumping out in corners with a bunch of Halloween decorations in every corner; some popping out on their own. Y/N tried to get Negan to pick up his phone, but it kept going straight to voicemail. Her eyes were tearing up, she realized how much of a bad idea it was just to run straight here. She was terrified to tell anyone, she did not know where any of her friends were.

An animatronic popped out at her causing her to scream, as it pulled back in away from her. Creepy music played around her, she felt tears jerking at the ends of her eyelashes. In a longer hallway, someone jumped out at her wrapping their arms around her. Y/N screams were muffled covering her mouth with his black glove she eyed. The younger woman tried to fight back seeing in the mirror above her, that the attacker was the ghost face from earlier. She pushed him off, taking off running as he grabbed her longer hair hanging down. She squealed out in pain, Y/N was pulled back and slammed to the floor knocking the crown from her head off. Y/N looked up from the ground, a knife in hand he pulled his mask off revealing his face.

Jackson breathes out, throwing the mask on the floor behind him. He wiggled the knife in front of her face as she lay on the ground still in shock even though she recognized the voice. Jackson brought a smaller device to his lips, keeping the evil smirk plastered on her face.

“Surprise, Y/N.” The static voice rang in her ears, she tried to crawl away to stand up being pulled by him. Y/N cried out but most would think it was just screams from the scary haunted house she was in. “You can not appreciate anything I do for you, huh?” He questioned her, fighting against the slaps and kicks she gave him from the ground, “I’ve done all this for you, but you decide fucking some old man is better.” Jackson swiped his knife in front of her and she jumped back, kicking him right in the stomach. Jackson’s hands shot up to his stomach, groaning out in pain. Y/N took her chance again getting up and taking off running, her heels slowing down her runs ending up tripping her in a darker bedroom area.

Y/N cried out in pain, landing on the floor and seeing a bed with a fake dead person on the bed with flashing lights around her. Y/N heard Jackson’s voice behind her, trying to lift herself but her legs were hurting pretty badly from the fall. “I loved you Y/N, I know I was not perfect but I wanted you.” He flipped her over from her belly, holding her leg where she could not go anywhere from him. Jackson’s grip was strong, leaving a bruise around her ankle from his grip, “If I can’t have you Y/N no one can.” Jackson was now on top of her having her pinned against the ground, she tried to scream out throwing punches at him. His knife was held high about to be shoved right in her chest, she did not even have time to blink when she saw a knife go through Jackson’s chest.

He let out a gasp, blood splattered on Y/N’s tear-stained cheeks. The blade went all the way through, his hands were shaky going up to the blade as he fell over. Gushing out blood, he kept coughing on the blood the knife pushing more as he was lying on the ground forcing it too. Y/N stayed in a state of shock watching her ex’s eyes go grey slowly, watching the life slowly get sucked away from his body.

Y/N eyed up at her savior seeing another ghost face costume, she slowly stood up mascara going down her cheeks. Her own hands were shaky, continuing to hear Jackson’s coughs. They stayed still in front of her, letting the younger woman’s hands reach up towards them. Y/N slid the mask off, keeping it in her hands. Letting herself see Negan’s face, Tears were still pouring down, her eyes were still full of them when she instantly pulled him in for a kiss.

Blood still stained her, wrapping her arms around the older male. She kept the mask in hand, dragging her teeth against his lips.

“Oh no, mister scary killer don’t kill me..” Y/N playfully begged, she knew she was a little crazy. Negan loved it, biting her lip and pulling it between his teeth.

“God, that was so hot,” Negan moaned, he placed his lips against her neck, Y/N kept her neck exposed letting her eyes roll to the back of her head, “He’s finally gone.” She couldn’t stop laughing, looking over now at her lifeless ex’s eyes. Negan looked down at her, holding her chin high. “Isn’t it perfect? Such a perfect cover-up killing the actual killer.” Negan wiped the blood from her cheeks, “We need to get this cleaned up, doll.” Y/N bit her lips, throwing the mask down and shrugging her shoulders slightly. “I don’t know, maybe we could slide in a quickie.” Y/N batted her eyelashes innocently, “Next time I get to wear the mask.” She slammed her lips onto his, Negan knew she was far from innocent she was mad just like him.

They were made just for each other and no one was going to get in the way of that.

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[cherryheartssblog]

GUARD MY BODY

Summary: Y/N’s family is apart of one of the biggest mafia chains running in Chicago. To keep their innocent and only daughter safe they hire her a body guard, Negan Smith. Y/N was not the innocent girl played out to be once Negan got settled with her, seeing her party animal side. Negan knew a way to set her ways straight.

Warnings: mentions of SMUT, cursing, daddy kink, age gap (reader is 21 and Negan is in his 40s), fake mafia!, mentions of death, mentions of murder!, jealous! Negan, Overprotective Negan!, bodyguard Negan!, guns!, mentions of drugs, mentions of selling drugs, mentions of drug possession, public sex!, spoiled! reader, fake business!, brat reader!, and mentions rough sex!.

A/N: This one is more of a shorter and descriptive version of a kinktober rather than a storyline. Please enjoy, this one was made when I was sick and not feeling too well! REMEMBER after kinktober, I will post a vote to see which one will be turned into a future series.

DAY FOUR OF KINKTOBER

Being finally of age to enter one of her dad's parties by herself well mostly by herself.. felt amazing. Y/N always had to have her bodyguard by her side, more or less her father’s wishes. She was pretty sure if her father did not want that, her bodyguard would still insist on being right beside her. A hand was placed on her upper hip, helping her through the crowd.

Y/N’s bodyguard was none other than Negan Smith, who also guarded her body in the filthiest ways possible. Six months ago when she turned 21, her father hired her as the best bodyguard making sure no one touched his little angel. Since then, Y/N has fallen head over heels for the older male. Y/N was quite the party type, she loved messing with Negan. Twisting that last nerve he would have, maybe throwing him over the edge a bit turned her on more than she should admit.

Y/N and Negan just arrived at her father’s masquerade ball for Halloween. Most of it was covered up for his deals and sales, keeping the party downstairs in one of the houses they owned. It was more of a formal event, classical music rang through the big room filled with people and servers giving out champagne. Y/N had a long silk black dress with an open cleavage, her black mask matched the dress perfectly. Negan watched how her hips dipped walking to the open bar, himself signaling the waiter with his index finger. Y/N watched the crowd, letting the older male in his own black masquerade mask order them a drink.

“Are you going to let me do anything myself at this party?” Y/N loved the treatment, she just smirked receiving the tall glass from Negan. She felt his fingertips graze hers, Negan loved spoiling her. Meeting Y/N, she was rather spoiled and bratty as it was. Her father and mother spoiled her to the core, getting princess treatment. Sending her to the best schools and the best college she could ever dream of. Y/N took things for granted, she may have been a little selfish even. Negan did, however, love that in the younger woman. He wanted a woman he could spoil with endless gifts, and take care of her every need. Y/N was his dream girl.

“Y’know sweetheart you love this treatment.” Negan wickedly smirked, sipping his own drink. “Don’t let my father catch you guiding my body wrong, Mr. Smith.” The younger woman teased, biting her lip and watching Negan’s eyes trail down her body, “He may kill you.” Y/N’s father was in a huge mafia business, he had no problem murdering anyone. Especially if it was someone messing with his family. He was a rather respectful man known in the mafia business, keeping himself hidden as a businessman.

“Oh but I’m taking care of his little girl,” Negan whispered, getting closer to her. Y/N started to worry and wonder if people's eyes would wander and see their actions. Deep down though, she knew too many people at the party for someone to notice who they even were with the mask on especially, “Daddy did hire me to bodyguard you. ” Negan winked, finishing off his drink on the rocks singling for another drink.

Y/N decided to join him finishing her own, cringing slightly at the bitterness. “Well, how about you guard my body in the bathroom.” Y/N eyebrows hinted, laying her empty glass down, “You always want to be adventurous.” Negan’s eyes wandered around the party, taking her hand and pulling her away; leaving his new drink full. Y/N's stomach knotted up wondering if Negan gave in so quickly to her tease, she could feel him get wet already just thinking about it.

Negan knew how to fuck her, he knew each spot like he was made for her body. Negan always made sure his Y/N was taken care of, letting herself be dripping and begging for his cock. Negan loved, even more, getting to fuck the brat out of her, spanking her ass as she would ride his cock like the naughty slut she was. Negan knew Y/N’s parents had no idea of his intentions with their daughter, hell he tried to not give in at first.

Going home at night having to jerk himself off, images of Y/N’s body creeping in. How her body looked in the summer bikinis, the dresses that hugged each of her curves, making her breasts look amazing. Y/N’s plump lips and smile, he hated how sinister his thoughts could get over just her lips.

Y/N was perfect in eyes, there was no flaw about her even if people hated her ways. Negan knew he was in for it when jealousy would rise in him when men even gazed at Y/N. Y/N always caught the attention of other men, maybe on purpose to boil his blood. Even though she did not have any intentions, men still glance at the mafia daughter. Negan remembered her having boys over before their lustful actions occurred, how jealousy stirred in him that someone else would touch her body. Her body only needed his hands, she deserved more than those boys touching her.

Negan wanted to show her a real man, fuck the attitude she had out of her. Letting her scream Daddy all night long, making it where she could not even walk the next day. Claiming her as his. Y/N was no ordinary girl and he loved it, making him some kind of rabid animal. He would do anything for her, he would kill for her even die for the girl. Negan never knew he could feel a way about someone who was just sex and a sweet piece of ass to him in the beginning.

Even though she was still a sweet piece of ass, he knew he fall in love with her. In his own sick twisted way, he fell in love with the younger woman. Letting themselves hide their relationship, he knew they might get messy. There was no escaping her or leaving her; he knew he would just come crawling back.

Y/N felt him swing her over his shoulder, she squealed as he shut the bathroom door behind them, sitting her down right on the bathroom sink, and his lips fell to hers. His member pressed against the thin fabric of her dress, her moans were quiet echoing in the decent-sized bathroom. Y/N knew that this may not last forever, hell this all could end tomorrow for all she knew. She soaked in every moment with him, during the nights he’d sneak back in sleeping by her side the most.

“What would your daddy think of you right now?” Negan broke her thoughts, pulling her lip between his own teeth. Y/N giggled at his tease, wrapping her legs around him. Both still have their mask on and shredding clothes quickly.

Y/N absolutely loved her bodyguard.

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THE YEARLY VACATION 0

Summary: Each year Y/N’s parents take their vacation down to Florida for ten days and her dads yearly business trip. This time it’s different though, her dads hot boss Negan Smith is staying with them in their condo for the whole ten days. Y/N’s lustful thoughts that she had always were about to grow into something much more than she ever imagined. More than just them coming true....

Characters: Negan Smith, The Reader, Graice (OC), Calvin (OC), William L/N (Readers Father), Catherine L/N (Readers Mother), and Max (Readers Younger Brother).

Warnings: cursing, mentions of sexual relations, age gap (the reader is around 21 or 22 and Negan is in his late 30s to early 40s.), mentions of lustful acts with older male, and fake business.

THE NIGHT BEFORE

"The suitcase won't close!" Y/N grunted out, sitting on top of her black suitcase. Her silk Pj top made her slip a little as the young woman fought with the zipper aggressively, not even caring if she broke one of her few suitcases. Gracie, her best friend, laughed through the phone. "Then take some stuff out!" Y/N saw the zipper finally close as she breathed out, falling back onto her bed.

"Grace, it's a ten-day trip; I at least need five extra outfits still, pajamas, swim, shoes-." Gracie cut her off, laughing; every girl loves to overpack. "God, I will miss you while you're gone!" Gracie admitted to her best friend, Y/N, taking her off the speaker and bringing the phone to her ear. "I will miss you too, but I need a beach trip. College has been such a bitch." Y/N groaned. She had one more year, and she had her degree. It was now summer break, and she was back home in Chicago.

Her family lived relatively well, maybe beyond their means.

Y/N's father, William, was a partial business owner. William was the assistant CEO of Negan Smith's company. William made billions of dollars for the company and millions of dollars for his family. Y/N's family life seemed perfect. Her parents, especially her father, spoiled his eldest daughter. Of course, William and Catherine spoiled their kids and loved them equally. But Y/N was her daddy's little princess, no matter how old she was.

Negan had always been relatively close with the family. Negan Smith, CEO of his father's company now. His father's legacy he chose Y/N's father to help lead him.

Negan owned the most prominent finance industry running through Chicago, now opening places down to Florida. Y/N's family has known the Smiths for a while. Negan was a proper man and a bright man. Negan was once married to a woman named Lucille. She was always a sweet lady when Y/N started to meet them on a few occasions a year when she was fifteen. Y/N remembered she got sick when she turned eighteen and died later that year. Negan was heartbroken and crushed that summer he didn't get to the yearly event in Florida.

Over the years after, more than just casual conversations grew between Negan and Y/N. They became perfect friends and could have easy conversations without being awkward. She always felt some attraction for the man; he was a handsome older man. Then Y/N met Calvin, her first serious relationship. The first ever boy she gave her virginity to. Y/N was eighteen when it happened, but Calvin still deserved the boy title. She dated Calvin for almost two years when she found him in bed with a white, blonde tramp.

It broke her heart when it happened too. Y/N was twenty years old when she experienced her first real heartbreak. Y/N chose her college for Calvin and moved in with Calvin to Georgia. Y/N gave up a chunk of her life for this boy. After the incident, she transferred to a college closer to home outside Chicago. She moved back in with her parents, staying on campus during her terms.

After entirely moving back in, Y/N continued their yearly vacations every summer. This would be her first full year without being in a relationship. Sure, after Cavlin, she had a few one-night stands, but she could not experience anymore with relationships. She was scared to have her heart broken once more.

"So, what are you going to do about Mr. Smith?" Gracie asked; she smirked to herself against the phone. Y/N scoffed at her best friend playfully, lying down on her back. "You think you are funny, Grace." Y/N snickered to herself; she bit her lip at the thought. "There is nothing I can do!"

"Oh, there are plenty of things you can do, Y/N." Y/N busted out laughing at Gracie, her face reddened with laughter and blushing. "He is my father's boss and good friend. Who is extremely hot and staying with us over a week." Y/N realized how hard it would be; she couldn't help but have that feeling of wanting to tease him. She tried to win him over and have the best days of her life with him during that vacation. "Y/N, I have seen how that man looks at you at the house parties your dad throws," Gracie admitted, trying to convince her friend to go through with what she wanted to do, "You both are consensual adults. What is the harm in having a little fun on your vacation?"

Y/N thought for a moment; there was no way he could want her the way she wanted him. Her mouth partly opened as there was a knock on her bedroom door. "Grace, I will have to call you back," She retrieved from her bed, heading to the door, "Love you!"

"Love you! Make sure to use a condom-" Y/N hung up the phone, quickly cutting her best friend off. Y/N tried to hide her smile from Graice's joke opening the door and relaying her father.

"Hey honey, is your suitcase packed so I can carry it downstairs?" William, her father, asked her. She smiled at her father, pointing over to the bed. "Yeah, Dad, it is over there on the bed." Y/N walked over, helping her father move her carry-on and other clothes over the bed.

"Be sure to be up in time; our flight is at 10:45AM." Her father instructed; William to ensure they were always on time for their flights. Y/N snickered slightly at her father's instructions; she kept listening as he moved her suitcase closer outside her room. He pulled her ticket out of her father's pocket, pointing his finger at his daughter.

"Do not lose it; you will sit first class with me and your mother this year. Max will be sitting in Coach." Y/N squealed in excitement, scanning over her ticket, "Me and your mother be upper in front; you and Negan be closer in back together." Y/N's stomach dropped upon hearing that name and the word together.

"Together-like-uh sitting together?" Y/N tried to keep her words together. She knew what she had heard but could not believe it. William laughed, oblivious to what her daughter was thinking of his boss. "Yes, sweetie, what are you worried about? You seem to get along just fine!" Her father smiled at her, not even remotely close to her sister's thoughts.

Y/N not only had to go on a trip with Negan but also had to sit with him the whole plane ride there. They would be inches away from each other, elbow to elbow. The young woman felt like a silly schoolgirl, crushing on this man again. Y/N felt like she could not control herself around him; she couldn't believe how much the urge had grown. "No, no dad it is okay." She responded to her father, faking a yawn and a big stretch.

"I am just a little tired; I will head to bed soon." Y/N was not fully lying; she was tired. She had been getting ready for the trip all day. She got her nails done, had a hair appointment, went to lunch with her mother, and had been packing all day. "Alright, sweetie, I will leave you to it," he kissed his daughter's forehead, shutting the door behind him.

Y/N could hear her father's footsteps walk away further from her room, hearing her suitcase roll against their floor. Y/N did her best to hide her feelings towards her father's boss. She only told her best friend, Gracie. It was like a celebrity crush, a person she would never have. Y/N felt like it was more than just a crush, maybe not a crush.

It was lust.

Y/N turned her lights down low and crawled into her bed, wrapping the thick sheets around her. She thought about pulling one of her books from her carry-on, but all she wanted to do was think.

Daydream.

The younger woman felt like this trip would just make her crave his touch. All she could think about was his hands caressing her skin and curves. Y/N wondered what his lips tasted like, what he tasted like. She should not have these thoughts; she had somewhat of a guilty conscience.

She thought of her father's career and how it could affect not only her father but Negan's whole company. Could she just throw herself at this man without any consequences? Could she give in to the days she had with Negan to do what she really wanted to do? What if Y/N did decide to try and seduce Negan?

What if it worked? 

What if it does not work, and she completely embarrasses herself, getting her dad fired from the job he worked for years. She knew all it would be just a few days with some lustful actions.

Right?

A/N: The first chapter just a little filler, the other chapters will be longer. Please excuse any writing mistakes, I did have couple shots before this 🫣! I ran through my editor app and looked through to see if I missed anything, I’ll keep running it through til tomorrow! I’ll have this series going on along with HYPNOTIC. THANK YOU SO MUCH for the love already on this series.

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THE YEARLY VACATION III

Summary: Each year Y/N’s parents take their vacation down to Florida for ten days and her dad’s yearly business trip. This time it’s different though, her dads hot boss Negan Smith is staying with them in their condo for the whole ten days. Y/N’s lustful thoughts that she had always had were about to grow into something much more than she ever imagined. More than just them coming true..

Characters: Negan Smith, The Reader, Grace(OC), Calvin (OC), William L/N (Readers Father), Catherine L/N (Readers Mother), Max (Readers Younger Brother), and a few other OC characters mentioning through the series.

Warnings: cursing, mentions of sexual relations, age gap (the reader is around is 21 or 22 and Negan is in his late 30s to early 40s.), daddy k!nk, SMUT, dirty talk, smoking w33d, unprotected sex, drinking!, quick car sex!, quickie!, teasing,slight embarrassing situations (second-hand embarrassment), jealous tendencies!, and not fully edited chapters.

A/N: i finally got this together and hope I can get day four together soon. ;) thank you so much on the love on this series! I'm coming together with tag list comment down below to join!

DAY THREE

Just like yesterday.

Y/N woke up with a jolt and felt an unfamiliar weight on her chest. As her eyes adjusted to the dim light, she realized that Negan was sleeping right next to her. Her heart raced with a mix of excitement and fear - what if her parents caught them? She stole a glance at the clock - it was 7 AM. The thrill of the forbidden made her pulse quicken as she wondered what the day might bring.

Y/N urgently shook Negan, trying to rouse him from his sleep. She knew they had to act fast. "Wake up, Negan! We need to move quickly," she exclaimed, her voice filled with urgency. Negan groaned and furrowed his brow, clinging to Y/N even tighter. She couldn't help but laugh at his childish antics. But time was running out. "Come on, we need to get to your room before someone catches us," she urged, feeling Negan's hands on her thighs.

Y/N's heart raced as she shook Negan's body, trying to wake him up. "Come on, we have to get ready!" she exclaimed. "It's 7 AM and my parents are already up and getting ready to go to the waterpark!" Y/N couldn't wait to spend the day at Big Kauna with her family, especially her little brother, who was thrilled about the adventure. Suddenly, Negan's eyes opened and he smiled, his hands cupping her cheeks. Y/N felt a surge of excitement and relief wash over her.

"You need to go back to your room."

Negan groaned out, turning over and grabbing his boxers and clothes from the floor beside him. She sighed in relief, holding the covers close and watching Negan fumble with his clothes back on. "Take a picture, sweetheart, and it will last longer." Negan's voice was deeper, still in his sleepy phase. Y/N's lips curled up, blushing a little from his comment.

Y/N laid in bed, her heart racing as Negan leaned in closer. "So this is what we're going to do every night, sweetheart?" he asked, a mischievous glint in his eye. Y/N couldn't help but playfully shrug, knowing exactly what Negan was thinking. "We could always try your room," she suggested, a sly grin spreading across her face. Negan laughed, the sound sending shivers down Y/N's spine. This was going to be an exciting night.

"Y/N, honey, you awake?" Y/N and Negan both froze in place. Negan's pj pants from the night before hung loose, his shirt still yet to be found. Y/N laid fully naked underneath her covers, hearing her mother's voice growing closer.

"Y/N? We need to get ready!" Y/N jumped up, almost falling out of bed, grabbing her robe from the chair beside her. Negan frantically searched for his shirt, but he could not find it anywhere. "You need to go out on the deck and sneak back into your room!" Y/N whispered, hearing her mother knock on the door.

"I'm coming, Mother!" She yelled; her palms were sweaty. Negan could not help but smirk, feeling adrenaline from the whole situation.

Y/N was feeling extremely annoyed by Negan's reaction. She playfully hit him out the door and asked, "I don't know where my shirt is, Negan. Can you help me find it?" Negan grabbed her hands and they both stood on the deck. Y/N rolled her eyes and groaned out loud, looking behind her quickly, hoping to find her shirt.

"I will find it later, now just go!" Y/N whispered, hearing her mother knock once more and the click of the door behind her. Y/N shut the deck door quickly, turning seeing her mother walk in her longer thicker robe. Catherine smiled at her daughter, who did not notice her shaky hands hiding bhind her.

"Sorry mom, I was just out on the deck." Y/N breathed out, her eyes falling to a darker shirt on the floor beside her dresser close to her mother.

Negan's shirt.

Y/N's mouth instantly went dry, her breath was shaky. "Uh-mother look I am about to get ready," Y/N quickly went up to her mother, holdign the door getting ready to get her mother out of there, "I will meet you down stairs."

Catherine smiled, laughing at her daughter. Well, good morning to you." Y/N smiled trying to realx, she felt so nervous. And if things just could not get worse, Negan's door opened across the hall, walking out in the pjs he had on and a new loose shirt.

He smiled at the two ladies turning to him, Y/N was froze in place she could not beleive how calm he was being. "Well good morning ladies, I thought I heard talking out here." Negan played it off so well, Catherine smiled greeting Negan.

"I was just telling Y/N to get ready, we will leave here in about an hour or so." Catherine told Negan the plan on when to leave. Y/N glanced one more time at Negan, excusing herself to get ready shutting the door quickly and now locking it.

Y/N breathed out, her face had to be red. She could feel sweat forming on the top of her forehead, quickly snatching Negan's shirt up. The smell of his colonge hit her, Y/N hated how it made her crave him more.

She threw it with her own clothes for now to hide it from being seen from her mother. Y/N started to see why Negan enjoyed almost behind caught, it was a thrill. Having to be quick to get out, him leaving his shirt behind.

Y/N blushed and snickered; she knew this would all be a fling. She could not get attached to all this, no matter how much she loved it.

--

Y/N hated how the tension was between her and Negan that morning. When she got herself to go downstairs, she helped pack up the car for the waterpark. The only thing helping Y/N was her brother Max's excitement for the park.

The line was small when they arrived at the park, just as her parents always liked it. They wanted the best seats, always renting tents when getting in. Y/N usually stayed with her brother, riding slides with him or tanning beside her mother, who read her book.

Y/N wanted to talk to Negan about everything; it was eating her alive, just keeping casual conversations in front of her parents.

When walking into the park, you could hear the water instantly. Music played loudly of older 2000s hits. "Y/N, we have to go on the race one!" Max was excited, following their parents to the tent for the day. Y/N knew she caught Nean's eyes falling behind him, standing beside her father, Willam, helping carry things.

"We will, I promise." Y/N laughed, getting to their tent and laying everything out for today. Max was getting ready to go with his goggles in hand. "Come on, you can put that stupid tanning stuff on later." Max rushed his sister, wanting to get on the Raceway quickly.

"Come on, Max, I'll get in line with you and do a race while your sister finishes up." William followed his son, who was explaining how it all worked. Y/N laughed, hiding her wandering eyes with her sunglasses, watching Negan behind her.

"Come on, Y/N," Negan caught her eyes, quickly turning away from her mother, who was already laid back with a book. "We can race together." Y/N's mouth parted, clearing her throat, she could not even find the words to say. "Oh, you two going against Max and William?" Catherine laughed, "Just make sure to race with your brother once." Negan snickered. He loved messing with Y/N when he could.

Y/N smiled, stood up, adjusted her bathing suit, and threw the tanning oil and her sunglasses in her chair. Negan's eyes trailed down her body as she was hugged in a pink bikini for her choice today. He noticed every detail, which was more of a higher cut than she had had yesterday on the beach.

"I am going to beat all of them anyway." Y/N shot back, heading to the slide. She knew Negan's eyes were on her, giving her hips a more dip when she walked. The two walked up where they had the boards to slide down on, hanging to head up the stairs to the slide.

"You think you're funny, don't you?" Y/N's face fell, the two standing in place for a moment; Negan laughed, shaking his head and grabbing his own board. "I don't know what you're talking about, sweetheart." Negan shrugged it off like it was nothing; Y/N scoffed at him, following him up the high stairs.

The line was short, but there was a slight wait as they climbed up towards the line, continuing the conversation, "I found your shirt, by the way." Y/N said, out clear as day; Negan stopped turning to her, and his face fell. "Do you want it back?" Y/N smiled innocently.

"You can keep it, sweetheart." He mumbled out, continuing his walk. Y/N scoffed, rolling her eyes and continuing to follow his tracks until they reached the line.

Y/N and Negan were about seventh and eighth in line; she could see her father and Max at the top getting ready to be next to race. "Are you regretting anything?" Y/N asked; she wanted to know, feeling tension grow with him as she stood in line.

"I haven't regretted shit." Y/N's lip pierced, biting back another smile, "I'm just trying to stop myself from throwing you back into that car in the parking lot and taking that tight bathing suit off and fucking you." Negan said his last comment quieter; Y/N's eyes met his, who was eyeing her down.

"Is that all I am good for?" Y/N was severe in a way, but her voice was playful and flirty. "Oh, sweetheart, you are worth more than anything I own." Y/N's eyebrows furrowed, the line moved up, and they were following.

Y/N followed him to the slide beside him, waiting on the go. "Are you sure you can do this, old man?" Y/N asked, but his comment kept playing in her head repeatedly.

She was worth more than anything he'd owned.

"Oh, you know I can." He winked, watching the light in front of them go green.

The water was cold, and the slide was quickly hitting the bottom; feeling water go up her nose, Y/N laughed, getting up from the water and wiping her eyes. Her father and brother were waiting down below, laughing. Y/N turned, watching Negan get up, "Who won?" She turned to her father and brother.

"I think it was a tie; that was pretty funny." William laughed; Y/N turned to Negan, who took her board from her to put it away. "We all know I won." Y/N smiled, butterflies still growing from his comment.

And man, did Negan look good; the water glistened off him. Y/N knew she had to be careful with her stares. She did not have her shades to cover up the eyes that roamed his body like she was eating him alive.

Y/N knew that this would not end when the trip did; not only did his comment stir that thought in Y/N's brain, but she could not help but think she was falling for Negan.

Y/N knew she could not.

She shouldn't.

But she did.

--

The rest of the day was relatively quick; Max kept Negan and Y/N's mouths shut, just sharing glances at each other. Y/N desperately needed to text Graice; so much had been going on she had not got to update her on everything that had gone down.

When they returned to the condo to wash up for dinner, she sent her everything that had happened. She trusted her, knowing she would be happier than running off to tell someone. Y/N could only see the messages now.

Omg, you fucked him. Was it good?

You fucked him more than once? You Slut!

Omg, girl, Cal is going to get jelly! I love this!

Y/N was right on point with her best friend's response to getting the nasty chlorine water out of her hair after her shower. Y/N saw the five text messages Gracie blew up her phone with.

3:45PM

Gracie: Y/N L/N, you fucked him twice? Girl, you better be careful. 

3:47PM

Gracie: But, girl, was it good?

3:51PM

Gracie: Of course, it was good you fucked him twice; oh, was he significant? 

3:55PM

Gracie: If you do not answer me, hoe, I swear to God.

3:57PM

Graice: Are you fucking him now? 

Y/N snickered to herself, sitting on her bed with her towel wrapped tightly around her body. She quickly shot a few texts back to Graice, knowing her parents would start rushing out the door soon for dinner.

4:01PM

Y/N: It was honestly the best I have ever had, and we are being careful. I will have to call you later. xx

Y/N quickly got dressed into a sundress, getting herself looking in the mirror and feeling satisfied. While cleaning up her products off the bathroom mirror, the door creaked behind her, causing her to jump slightly. Her body turned quickly to the older male behind her. Negan leaned against the wall, his arms crossed, his eyes scanned over her body.

"You look beautiful, doll." Negan complimented her, her lips pursed together to hide her smile, "Your mom asked me to see if you were ready to go." Y/N's eyebrows rose, her lips curled.

"I could have been naked, and you're just walking in on your co-worker's daughter?" Y/N playfully joked; her voice was flirty, turning off the bathroom light passing Negan. Her fingers gently crossedwent his chest, and the smell of his cologne hit her nose. His eyes looked deep into hers; Y/N could feel him undress her with them. "I did not think you'd mind, sweetheart." He leaned in more, and Negan's lips brushed hers. Y/N could not help but let out a whimper. Negan chuckled at the sight of the two RLs, her wrapped around his finger.

He loved it.

His lips were placed on hers, moving in sync. Y/N cupped his cheeks, and Negan tasted the lipgloss she had applied moments ago. His hands gently squeezed her neck, pushing her against the wall behind them. Y/N grabbed onto the side of the wall behind her for support. The simple kiss was becoming more rough, his tongue fighting with her own.

"My-my parents are waiting." She fought against his lips; Y/N was out of breath, trying to push him back a little bit, holding onto his bicep. Negan growled in defeat; she was just too perfect. He wanted her every second he saw her.

"I want you to come to my room tonight, baby." Negan rarely said it, but it sent chills down to her core. It would make her whimper out just the very word coming out of his mouth; she was so submissive to him. She felt she would do anything he said as long as he called her baby. Negan's fingers slowly dragged down her lip, his eyes never leaving hers as she just looked up at him, "I got something special planned."

Negan shot her a wink, motioning for her to follow her out of the room. His hands gently lay on her back, closing her bedroom door behind her.

"Let's get our game faces on, sweetheart."

--

The restaurant was pretty packed.

Catherine left to reserve a table while William found the nearest parking spot. Luckily, Catherine got them a table before they started running out of room.

It was a beach deck restaurant on the water where you could watch the sun go down over the ocean. They got a decent view of everything, seeing the boats passing by as well. Y/N rested her sunglasses on the tip of her nose, eyeing her menu.

Negan sat across from her, gently rubbing his foot across her bare leg. Her eyes tried to stay on the menu before her while the waitress ordered a drink.

“I saw this cute little mini golf place up here. Maybe we could check out tonight.” Catherine brought up, opening her on the menu. Y/N’s focus could not leave Negan’s face, his covered foot sliding more on her bare legs. Nothing was breaking her trance until she heard a voice that made her cringe.

As the L/N family approached, Natilie, Calvin's mother, boisterously exclaimed, "Well, well, well, look who we have here! Y/N, you look stunning - just like a doll!" Though her face was heavily made up to conceal her plastic surgery, I stood tall and confident. Catherine and William graciously stood up to greet the family.

Y/N's eyes fell on Calvin standing beside his father, Luke shaking her father’s hand. Negan’s eyes watched Y/N tense, trying to hide behind her smile; he could tell her she was highly uncomfortable.

“We were just heading out; guess you will be at the party in a couple of days?” Luke started a conversation with William, and Catherine kept her conversation brief with Natalie. They were not big fans of the family by a long shot, but they were very generous people.

Calvin gave a slight wave to Y/N, giving him the fakest smile she could have done without her family paying any mind; Max, even as clueless as he could be, noticed how much his sister did not want to be there.

"Hey, I'm really craving a whiskey on the rocks right now," Negan chuckled. He quickly closed his menu and stood up from his seat. "Do you need anything, Y/N? I can take you along to the tiki bar nearby." Negan offered to accompany her with a quick smile.

As Y/N took the opportunity to step away from it all, her stomach filled with a sense of relief. She confidently said her goodbyes to the family, not letting anything hold her back. Though Calvin's face fell, she walked past him with her head held high, making her way to the bar alongside the older male.

Y/N and Negan were finally able to escape to the bar. Negan looked over his shoulder to ensure that no one was watching them. He placed his hands on the small of Y/N's back, causing her to tense up before trying to relax at his touch. "What would you like to drink, doll?" Negan asked Y/N while signaling the bartender over with a whistle.

Y/N confidently requested for a drink, not caring about the type. Negan promptly ordered them both a whiskey on the rocks. Y/N eagerly gulped hers down as soon as Negan handed it over, while he leisurely sipped his own, smirking.

“Do you need another one?”

“I need a shot is what I need.” Y/N joked handing over her glass to Negan; he quickly reached the bar without an eye on him for the whole bottle of whiskey. He poured her another glass, letting her drink in silence.

“You don’t need to let him bother you like that.” Negan replied, “Ain’t nothing about him worth getting worked up about.” He chuckled at his comment, and it made Y/N smile a little.

“It’s not just Cal, it’s his whole family,” Y/N stirred her drink, “His mother practically begged me to get back together with him once she figured out why, she blamed his father. It was a huge problem, my parents even hate them and they like everyone.”

“Well, Nathan is a pussy of a man, that’s for sure,” Negan knew him well. He had worked with him for years; he knew he cheated on his wife on multiple occasions. Negan just worked with Nathan, making deals with him in the company; he was a good businessman. At least, “I take it Cal learned the ways of his father.”

Y/N took a sip from her second glass, feeling the rush of alcohol warming her up. She nodded in agreement with Negan, who was sitting next to her at the bar. "We should probably head back now," she said, glancing at her watch. "My parents must have run them off by now." She smiled at Negan, feeling grateful for the company. "I don't think I've ever had this much alone time with you," she said, filling her glass once more. "It's nice to just hang out and talk without any distractions." Negan grinned and gave her a playful wink. The two of them grabbed their drinks and headed back to their table.

“That’s the only time you want anyways.” Y/N rolled her eyes playfully, sharing a laugh with the older man. She tried to keep her hands from touching him; Negan’s hands were also tempted, walking up the stairs back to their table to her waist. “I like you more than just for that, sweetheart.” Negan assured her she was not just some fuck and go, “Hell, I like you a lot. And I love the sex.”

Y/N’s face reddened, returning to the table and seeing the Pearson family finally leave. “There you two are, thank you, Negan. I know Y/N was dying to get away.” William pulled his seat back up for his daughter, her eyes meeting Negan’s.

“I didn’t wanna seem rude, but I know a distressed woman.” Negan’s eyes never left hers, and he tried to shake off this feeling he was getting from this young woman.

What was she doing to him?

—

It was a quick night out; Y/N’s family and Negan played a round of mini golf at a cute local place close to the condos. It was pirate-themed, a newer one her family had never been to. William and Negan were the top winners; even Max did better than Y/N in some moments.

Upon returning to the condo, everyone was completely drained from the effort of reaching their respective rooms as quickly as possible. Y/N, feeling the weight of anticipation and excitement, knew that she would be sneaking into Negan's room that night. She carefully retrieved the deck from her pocket and made her way towards his room, her heart racing with every step. As she closed the door to her own room for the night, Negan's words lingered in her mind, echoing through her thoughts.

I have something special planned, doll.

Y/N wanted to squeal excited; she did not know why she was getting so worked up. Y/N started to lay out her nightwear for the night. Leaving her clothes on from the night out, she headed to the deck to go to Negan’s room.

Y/N was feeling nervous and had butterflies in her stomach. She made it to the glass door which was covered in blinds and gave a light knock. She looked over her shoulders and checked her surroundings as she waited for a response. When the door opened, Negan taller figure stood above her, smirking down at her. “Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” Negan teased, her face reddened entering his room. Her eyes scanned his room, she had not even seen his room yet.

Y/N couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation as she stepped into Negan's room. The space was familiar, with the same size bed and bathroom off to the side, but there was a buzz in the air that hinted at something exciting to come. The sea shell lamps beside the tables cast a warm glow over the room, and Y/N couldn't help but wonder what Negan had planned for them. As she looked around, she noticed that Negan's clothes were carefully organized in the closet, as if he had gone out of his way to make sure everything was just right. When Negan's eyes met hers, Y/N's heart skipped a beat. He stepped closer to her, pulling out his phone and wiggling it in the air as he grabbed the car keys from behind the dresser. Y/N couldn't wait to see what adventures awaited them as they headed out into the night.

Her eyebrows furrowed, “I texted your father I was going to head out for a bit,” Negan smiled, “I didn’t tell him his daughter was going to come with me, though.” Negan opened his bedroom door, checking out to see if everyone was asleep. Y/N's face widened, and her mouth parted slightly. She could not find words to say.

“I figure y’ lock your door, and no one should bother you anyways for the rest of the night.” Negan gave her the idea for that night, “take the deck back to your room tonight or tomorrow.” His lips curled, sending a wink her way. This man was making her speechless.

“Negan, you can not be serious.” Y/N laughed. She was shaking her head. She could not believe him. Where did he even want to go?

Y/N's hand felt heavy as it rested on her forehead, her mind racing with thoughts of what could go wrong. She watched as his hand reached for her, beckoning her to follow him. Despite her guilt, she couldn't resist his charm and the moment's excitement. The two of them quickly slipped out of the house, careful not to be seen by anyone.

“You’re worse than half of the boys I dated that snuck me out of the house,” Y/N whispered, shutting the garage door behind them; she knew that if they got caught, they could talk themselves out of this one, she hoped. But other times, when they are half naked or even bare naked in bed together, there is no explaining that.

Negan chuckled, opening the door for her. She got in, and Negan got on the other side, getting them out of the condo area. It was later in the night; most places were starting to close. Y/N's mind wondered what they would do once they started to hit town.

“Where are you taking us?” Y/N finally asked Negan, and he was quiet momentarily, keeping that smirk on his face. “You hungry, sweetheart?” He turned to her. Y/N was still pretty full from dinner; they always had bigger meals on vacation.

“I think I’m okay, and most places are closing now.” YN knew everything closed from 10 PM to 12 AM; the town would get quiet afterward, and security roamed the beaches. “Well, I know this ice cream shop is open til later,” Negan suggested. Y/N's lips curled, her fingers playing with the ends of her dress.

“Negan, are you suggesting a date with me?” Y/N’s voice was flirty, and her hand fell to his upper thigh, rubbing it gently. His snicker sent chills down her spine. Y/N maintained her confidence, “More specifically, an ice cream date?”

Negan's hand rested on hers, sending shivers down her spine as his voice whispered, "I'd say it's a date, sweetheart." He took her hand away from his thighs, holding it in place. "But I know you deserve more than just an ice cream date," he added with a hint of excitement in his voice.

As Y/N and Negan drove along, they couldn't stop laughing and enjoying each other's company. Suddenly, Negan's blinker turned into a charming ice cream parlor, with a colorful sign displaying the flavors of the day. The place wasn't too crowded, with only a few people sitting outside, savoring their delicious ice cream cones and thick milkshakes. The sweet aroma of freshly made waffle cones filled the air, tempting Y/N and Negan to step inside and indulge in a tasty treat.

“I’m glad I did not change into my PJs for this.” Y/N joked Negan’s eyes met hers before getting out of the car. “I should have kept it clear to stay dressed for this occasion.” Negan hands rubbed her bare thigh. He kept making her smile, and he loved it. The way her face would reddened, her lips piercing with a smile.

It made Negan a happy man.

—

While in a car parked in a lot near the ice cream shop, Y/N and Negan shared their ice cream. Y/N opened up to Negan and shared things with him like she would with Gracie. During their conversation, Negan also talked about his life and the passing of his wife. Although their conversation was not always pleasant, it mostly revolved around sweet topics.

“You can not tell me that you never had car sex?” Y/N was stunned by Negan’s comment. They were sharing the craziest places they had sex; she bit into her cone, watching Negan laugh. “Never did, sweetheart,” Negan replied honestly, “Did it in public before, not in a car, though it seems too crowded, doll.” He motioned around them; Y/N's eyes wandered to as well as her mind,

“We could test a theory.” Y/N licked the ice cream, dripping onto her fingers slowly. Negan watched her, his eyes scanning her. He chuckled, which seemed darker. She could see his eyes even go darker with lust. Y/N got closer to him, her hand resting on his thighs. Negan’s face tried to stay serious, but he felt tension grow. He growled under his breath, letting his hand slip up, pulling down the strap of her dress.

“We need to be quick, sweetheart.”

Y/N was instantly on him, his lips crashing onto his. His hands went up hee dress to her hips, squeezing them roughly. She moaned with his kiss, feeling his nails dig into her.

“We need to get in the backseat.” Y/N mumbled against his lips, both climbing into the back. "I want you to fuck me," Y/N was desperate for him, Her voice was hoarse as a smirk spread across his lips. She grinded into his thighs, her hands wrapping around his neck.

"Were you not taught any fuckin' manners?"

“Please.” She begged, laying her down on the seat above her.

Y/N waited for what felt like forever to feel his touch on her. Y/N groaned in frustration, the anticipation killing her.

"Please..." she started to plead in whimpering gasps. Sweat forming on her forehead, the ache in her cunt becoming unbearable. "Please fuck me, Daddy."

“That's a good girl." Y/N felt his breath against his neck and within seconds she felt her insides burn as they were stretched open. Negan had his cock buried completely inside l hee. She let out a moan feelinf his free hand cover hee mouth. His thrust were rough, the car steaming up.

Y/N could feel the orgasm building.

Negan was unforgiving and relentless. The sound of skin slapping against his accompanying the moans and heavy breathing from the both of them. Fuckin' fuck... fuck..." Negan grunted with each thrust.

He seemed to thrust deeper still, hitting a part of you her felt like it had never been touched before. Y/N whimpered again, feeling his hands dig into her thighs once more, she knew she was close. His thrusts were sloppier feeling himself get closer with her.

Y/N moaned against his hand, clenching around him feeling herself come on his cock. Negan could feel her wetness drip down him which sent him over the edge.

“You dirty fuckin' slut," Negan whispered into your ear. "I can feel your cum dripping down my fucking legs.“ Her eyes rolled back of her head, digging her nails into his shoulders. Both out of breath, Negan placed kisses on her neck slowly.

Everything was perfect, too perfect.

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SHE

Summary: He dreams about her every single night, seeing her in his dreams. The first girl he sees in the morning before opening his eyes and the last thing he sees when he closes his eyes at night. A woman who is just in his head, he knew she was never real. Until one day, is in desperate need for a nanny for his children and a particular woman came in. (Based on harry styles she)

Warnings: smut, fluff, angst, fake business, fake relationship, fantasy sex, cursing, mentions of sexual relations, age gap, dirty talk, daddy k!nk, mentions of daddy issues, huge fluff, smut, oral sex (female), oral sex (male), dirty talk, slight angst, drinking, public sex, embarrassing moments, mentions of death, jealousy tendencies, Negan being a dad! FAKE CHILDREN!, and supporting toxic relationship.

Characters: Y/N, Negan Smith, Emma (OC Character), Kali (OC Character), Theo (OC Child Character), Eleanor(OC Child Character), Elijah (OC Character), and a few other added extra OC characters.

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ZERO- SUMMER 2024

ONE- TBD

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THE YEARLY VACATION I (Part 2)

Summary: Each year Y/N’s parents take their vacation down to Florida for ten days and her dads yearly business trip. This time it’s different though, her dads hot boss Negan Smith is staying with them in their condo for the whole ten days. Y/N’s lustful thoughts that she had always were about to grow into something much more than she ever imagined. More than just them coming true….

Characters: Negan Smith, The Reader, Gracie (OC), Calvin (OC), William L/N (Readers Father), Catherine L/N (Readers Mother), Luke (Calvin’s dad), Samantha (OC), Tina (OC), and Max (Readers Younger Brother).

Warnings: cursing, mentions of sexual relations, age gap (the reader is around 21 or 22 and Negan is in his late 30s to early 40s.), flirting, sexual tension, and slight smut.

A/N: HELLO! Another over 5,000-word chapter. Oh well, I did feel like I had to rush a few things, but Day two and others should not be like it. Day One is always the hardest, right? NOT FULLY EDITED!

PART TWO OF DAY ONE

Y/N stared into the mirror on her third attempt to tie her slip-on shirt. Y/N groaned to herself, finally getting the perfect tie and letting some of it hang down. It was securely tight on her; the flowy sleeves were a little longer but thin enough for the heat. She twisted her hair locks up into a clip, went into her room, and gathered her purse together to head out for shopping.

She heard her mother call her name for the third time down the stairs, and she groaned at their time schedule. Her father always had to be early to an event, right on time for everything. Her mother always had to keep the same time schedule each year, rest for an hour, then go straight out."Coming, Mother!" She called out, grabbing her sunglasses from the dresser and heading out of her room, seeing Negan exit his room across from her.

"You coming on the annual shopping trip as well?" Y/N noticed his new change of clothing, his black top buttoned up to the last two. His grey sweatpants changed into jeans, still a casual look. His laugh sent a ripple that vibrated to her area, making her toes curl in her shoes. "Yeah, your old man said the mall has a great bar,"

Negan rolled the cuffs of his sleeve up, walking past the younger woman, "We will sit and drink while you use daddy's credit card." Y/N's lips started to pierce with a smirk; she bit the inside of her mouth to stop her laughter. "No, I will use my mother's credit card, Daddy's money." Y/N slipped her sunglasses on, not watching how Negan was eyeing her. The way his lips were brought between his teeth, she had no idea what she did to him.

He wanted to be the one to spoil her, pamper her with everything she could have wanted. Negan knew he could care for her much more than the boys she had been with. The two headed down the stairs, where her family waited for them to head out to the mall. The mall was a huge walk around; all the stores were outside, like an outlet mall."Your father agreed this year to help me pick out some dresses; he agreed to one shop, thankfully." Catherine tried every year to get her husband to go in that dress shop; Y/N could not help but think how her mother brought her father to do such a thing.

He hated shopping.

Y/N's father did not care how much money they spent; he even loved seeing what they bought, but his motto was, 'Do not bring him with you; leave him at the bar.' "Negan, you can chill at the bar if you'd like," William knew his boss probably did not want to shop either, offering him a better solution, "Or when we drop Max off at the arcade. I'll come meet ya' there. Me and Max shoot some hoops for a while."

William rubbed the top of his son's head, messing up his hair a little. Negan chuckled; he couldn't believe how perfect this could be. "Nah, man, it's fine. I'll stick with you there till the girls are done," Y/N could not believe her ears; Negan was going to be with them while they shopped, "Hell, I can pick out some good dresses." Negan's joke made everyone laugh but Y/N as his eyes peered over at her, keeping the smirk plastered on his face. Negan followed behind William's family to the mall. It was about mid-afternoon in Florida; the mall was not as busy as it could be but still covered with people. Y/N felt the whole way; he kept playing a game with this situation.

What if he just did not care, though, just stuck around for the hell of it?

When they arrived at the mall, William stopped by the arcade, dropping off Max with some cash parking near the area of the dress shop. Each year, they went to the same one; Catherine was well-known there, especially with her daughter Y/N. The four entered the shop, letting Negan hold the door for them all. Y/N was the last one to enter; she could have sworn when Negan was behind her, his fingertips brushed the bottom of her back. She could not even react to hearing her mother greet the employers.

"There are my girls, look who actually came to help." Catherine hugged the two older women around the front desk, showing off her husband, "If you could start a dressing room for me and my Y/N." Y/N smiled at the two older women, sisters running the shop locally. They had endless dresses, anywhere from prom dresses, party events, formal events, and wedding dresses. Samantha was the older sister who mainly designed the dresses, a little older than her parents. Tina was her younger sister, just right about her parent's age. The two, in a way, watched Y/N grow up.

"Oh my, there is our girl." Tina smiled, hugging Y/N. She knew they probably missed her last year, "You're growing into a fine woman." She playfully winked, Y/N filled with a compliment but, in a way, embarrassment. "We will get you two fitting rooms, dear." Samantha smiled, heading to the back way to the dressing rooms. Tina pulled Y/N away to a bunch of isles of rather colorful dresses. "These are some of the newest; look this black." Tina pulled out a plunging black dress. It was elegantly long, with a cut up the leg. It was a very tight-fitting dress with ties complimenting the back area. It was about perfect for one of the nights.

"Do not try to win me over with the first dress; I'll buy out your whole shop." Y/N snickered, glancing over to see everyone gone from the front of the store. She knew Negan was probably following her father like a lost puppy in this dress shop; she hated it, but she wished he would help her pick a dress.

Maybe a dress to fuck her in… way too overthinking it all.

Y/N's fingers rolled over the plastic protecting the dress; she knew that was one she had to try on. "Pull it." Tina smiled at Y/N, taking the dress to her dressing room and letting Y/N continue shopping. Her fingers went through most dresses, none calling her like the first one. Y/N still needed one more elegant dress; the party dress was easier to pick. She was pretty picky with dresses, clothing specifically.

“Your mother is already on her fifth dress, and you’re still looking?" Y/N heard Negan's deep voice echo behind her; she shrugged, keeping her eyes on the dresses. "What can I say? I am a very picky woman." His voice was deep, and his presence made the air seem thicker around her. The hangers clicked with the silence between the two; all the dresses seemed too plain for Y/N. "Is that just in dresses?" Standing beside her and going through the dresses, he seemed calm with the question. "I can be picky with other things," Y/N mumbled, moving to the other rack. Y/N watched Negan like he was actually paying attention to each one.

Maybe admiring her in each one.

"What about this red one?" Negan pulled, and Y/N pivoted her head toward the older man. Instantly, the dress caught her eye; the brighter red dress was more extended and elegant, just like the black. The red also had a slit but with ruffles all the way up the leg.

It was beautiful.

"Maybe you can pick out a dress." Red was her absolute favorite color; it complimented her well. Negan smiled, handing her the dress for her eyes to scan. "Don't you think my parents will find it weird that you helped me pick this dress?" Y/N wondered, adding a little amusement to her voice; she tried not to bite her lip, eyeing the red dress, "Don't you know what red can stand for?"

"They won't know, doll." He called her 'doll' and 'sweetheart' so much more different than how her parents called her. Hearing him say Negan knew the nicknames got to her was satisfying. He wished Y/N would say to him the way she said, Daddy.

Just her voice sometimes would make his dick twitch.

Y/N looked around, ensuring no one could see them down the tight isles around them, keeping them close together. "What? Do you want to help me try it on?" The younger woman bravely asked. Negan's face was pure red, but his lips turned into a smile. It seemed she could be joking with the tone of her voice, but her face spoke otherwise.

Her movements.

"Your parents are going to be right beside us, Y/N." Negan seemed a little flustered; he was turned on by her confidence. He hated that he could not try and make the first move on her. She let her eyes trail over his features, down his body. He seemed to have such a nice body under all those clothes he always wore. How his tattoos would peak out, his veins trailing down his arms.

Negan was definitely intimidating.

"So.." Y/N paused, stepping closer to the man, "You agree you'd want to help me?" Y/N bit her lip in curiosity; maybe she knew he wanted her. Perhaps it was just wanting her to hear him say it out loud. Negan's mind wandered off momentarily, wondering how honest he should be with her. He knew he had ten days with her, ten days to be with her in any way possible he could want.

"I could help you with anything you want, darling." His reply made her feel weak to her knees without even a touch from her. Y/N felt like she could not breathe, feeling the air thick again. She shifted in her spot, clinging to the plastic around the dress. Y/N let her eyes wander around her, ensuring the coast was clear of her parents.

"We better not do this here, Negan." She tried to walk past him, but he grabbed her wrist and stopped her. Y/N's eyes shot up to his own eyes; he looked down at the face he was lusting over. She felt herself tingle down in her area from his touch; the grab was not aggressive but enough to make her heart pound,

She could not believe it was turning it on.

"My parents, Negan," Y/N spoke once again; she felt herself trying not to pounce on him right then and there. All this sexual tension was building up into so much more. His grip became a little lighter on her wrist, and his eyes never once moved from her E/C eyes. "Get to trying on some dresses, doll." He moved away from her, and Y/N felt glued to the floor.

There was no way this could be real; she must have fallen asleep on the plane. Y/N finally gathered herself, moving from the floor to find more dresses. She knew she would not like some but needed to get to a dressing room. Maybe she can gather her nerves to prepare for a long night at a classical music party tonight. Y/N also knew Calvin would be there, along with his own family. She would have to face him again, along with having the man beside her she wanted to fuck till the end of the night each night.

Y/N walked near another hall of dressing rooms, closing it rather quickly, seeing her black dress hanging there waiting for her from Tina. She leaned against the door, clenching the dresses close to her. She just breathed out, trying to make herself try on the hundreds of dresses she had clenched in her hands. Hanging one by one up on the rods poking out of the wall, she decided to try on her party dresses first.

First, she had a blue that was relatively shorter on her, maybe too short. Y/N noticed, turning around, how her ass almost poked out of the bottom; not only would her father kill her. The way Negan was being, he might kill her. She could not help but want Negan to be jealous of her, like her all to himself.

Y/N was quickly unchanged, leaving her topless with black lace undies. She didn't wear a bra with her outfit; none of her bras went with it. She also knew she did not need one to try on the dresses. She threw the blue dress back on the hanger, grabbing the longer white dress. It was a brighter white, a bit longer than the blue, a few inches above her knees. Her hands rubbed the sides of her curves, the dress complimented in each way. Sometimes, the way she moved the dress would sparkle with the light, causing her to smile, feeling like a princess again when she was little.

She knew it was perfect for the after party, not too much of a party dress like the blue. Y/N put it aside for the first dress she wanted to keep; her eyes kept fixating on the red Negan picked out for her.

She did not care how it looked; she just wanted to buy it because he picked it out for her. Still, Y/N had to know what it looked like on her. She quickly took it off the hanger, covering her half-naked body. She watched the red dress slip over her body like it was made just for her.

The ruffles made the dress so cute.

It was so soft; it felt like she was wearing nothing. Y/N smirked mischievously to herself in the mirror, knowing how perfect it would be for the first night tonight. She did not even have time to hear the dressing room door open behind her; she quickly reached to try and shut it, realizing it was Negan.

Y/N gasped as he locked the door behind them, placing his finger on her lips to keep her quiet. "Ssh, your parents are close." He whispered; she was utterly stunned to even speak. She felt him push her against the mirror behind them; they barely had room in the tiny box of a fitting room. She could feel the dress slipping off from her, starting to take it off before Negan entered.

"Leaving the dressing room unlocked, naughty girl." His breath was near her neck, breathing down. Y/N closed her legs to keep the pressure down her legs at ease. She clinged onto the ends of her dress nervously. The younger woman was still at a loss for words, her head resting against the mirror. His thumb rubbed over her lips, moving his eyes down to her more exposed chest. Negan could not hold himself back; he wanted the entire ten days with her.

"Tell me, sweetheart," Negan whispered, his thumb dragging her bottom lip down.

God, she was so hot.

The way the dress was hanging loosely around her, the red complimenting her so well. She looked so submissively at him the way he had her pressed against the mirror. Her knees felt like Jell-O, and she shrunk underneath his touch.

"Do you want me?"

Y/N thought she could get Negan to admit first, but she was about to give in to what she had wanted for years. She tried to gather her words together; her pride wanted to get the best of her.

"Do you want me?" Y/N fired back; his lips were relatively close to her own. His fingers rested on the bottom of her chin to keep her looking up at him. "I have a proposition." The older man murmured, her nails digging into the dress's ends, "We have ten days together, and it seems we both wanted this awhile."

She kept quiet, letting the man speak before her, who had her pinned against the mirror.

"I say we fuck every day until we get off that plane back at home," He came closer to her lips, his hands cupping the top of her throat. Negan causally laughed, resting his forehead on hers, "Excuse me for being so blunt, darling." Y/N let her hands travel to the open buttons of his shirt, starting to pop the first one not opened. His eyes watched her hands, giving a deep, dark chuckle to her actions.

"I did not say fuck right now, sweetheart." Y/N groaned softly at the man's words; she wanted him to press her against this mirror. Wrap her legs around his waist, and let him fuck her like there is no tomorrow, "It's just too risky, baby." It may be too risky for sex, but Y/N knew it would not kill them to kiss him. She cupped his cheeks, bringing her to his lips; Negan could taste her lips gloss, rubbing his tongue against her bottom lip. "God, you better get this dress doll so I can rip it off of you tonight," Y/N moaned against his lips quietly, her hands all over his clothed body. "But it's a gorgeous dress." She whined, not that Y/N would not love for him to tear it off of her like a wild animal.

"I can buy you a thousand more like it; let's wait for tonight." Negan's full grip was now completely around her throat. Negan pushed her head to where her neck was exposed; all she could see was some of his face in the mirror behind her. "I want you all the ten days," Y/N admitted, turning her head back to look her in the eyes. Y/N kept her legs squeezed together, feeling a pool between her legs forming.

"Check to see if it's good for me to walk out, doll," Negan smirked, "Don't want to get caught on the first day." He pecked the tip of her nose, letting go of her neck. Y/N held her dress with one hand, feeling exposed, opening the door slightly to see her mother and father turning the corner with dresses in hand.

"You should be good.." She mumbled, moving out of his way for him to exit. Right before leaving, he clicked the dressing room door locked. "Make sure not to lock your door tonight, doll." He winked, closing the door shut, locking her in whenever she was ready to exit. She turned to the mirror where smudges formed from her body against it. Y/N noticed her lips swollen; her lip gloss glistened on her chin. The back of her hair stood a little like she had sex with him. She ached for him; she hated how he left her here in this state. It was going to be a very long night.

Hours Later...

Y/N dug through the jewelry she had backed up in her little pink box; she found the diamond earrings her father had bought wrapped up perfectly broken.

They were a gift to her for her sweet sixteenth birthday.

She could have sworn she packed them in a zip-up perfectly for nothing to happen to them.

"Sweetheart, it's okay." She sat beside her daughter on the bed, who was upset. Catherine wore a darker navy blue dress wrapped with a blue silk drape around her. She sat beside her daughter on the bed, who was upset. "I feel dumb being this sad over earrings," Y/N laughed at herself; she was already dressed. Her makeup was done nicely, a little. She complimented the red dress with lighter lipstick. Her hair was curled, lying down above her exposed chest.

"They were special honey to you; I remember when I first lost my bracelet your father gave me." Her mother laughed, wrapping her arm around her daughter, "I was so upset that I cried; it was the first thing your father ever bought me."

Y/N had the matching necklace of the earrings around her neck; she just felt so empty without them. "How about I go grab a pair of mine to borrow?" Catherine smiled at her daughter, closing the pink box for her daughter, "I have the perfect ones to go with the necklace." Y/N smiled, letting her mother go off downstairs for her own pair. They were beautiful earrings, just like her father got her; they were a little shorter than hers but complimented her well.

Y/N is up close in the mirror in her own room, fixing the earrings in her ears, her mother behind her, trying the rest of her dress. "It's a beautiful dress, honey." Her mother complimented her daughter, playing with the curls of her hair, "Tina, pick it out?" Y/N looked down for a moment, knowing the truth of who picked it out for her. What happened when she tried it on in that dressing room? A lump formed in her throat, trying not to think about the kiss that Negan and her shared.

"Yeah, she helped me mostly." Y/N cleared her throat, eyeing her appearance in the mirror, "I'll meet you out there, Mom. Grace gonna want pictures." Catherine laughed at the girls, shaking her head, "We will be downstairs, baby. You look beautiful." She kissed her daughter's forehead, heading out of the room, leaving the door cracked.

Y/N snapped pictures of each angle of the dress she could send to Gracie quickly, seeing the images delivered and walking down the stairs. Her mother was waiting down the stairs, with the boys outside getting the cars ready. Y/N was nervous walking outside, seeing Negan leaning against the car and talking to her dad and brother. His words just kept singing in her mind from this afternoon. She knew he wanted her, and he knew that she wanted him. Y/N felt like she would be eye fucking him all night, hoping her parents and others would stay oblivious to it all.

She was going to need lots and lots of champagne.

"Well, don't my two girls look gorgeous?" William complimented the woman, wrapping his arms around his wife and kissing her cheek.

"Finally ready; took you long enough." Max groaned, putting his black jacket around him, "Y/N is always the last to be ready." The young woman playfully pushed her brother; he loved teasing his older sister.

"You girls, do you look great tonight." Negan came up, complimenting both ladies, shifting his eyes to Y/N. She stood tall in her black heels with the dress he picked. The dress was gorgeous on her; Negan knew he could not keep his eyes long on her here, "I'll let you guys follow me." Negan headed to get the first car, walking past Y/N, fighting his gaze with her eyes.

He looked so hot in his black pants and white button-up; he had the long black tie, a few buttons open still. He kept his jacket in his hand, probably from the heat; his cuffs rolled up halfway up his arms.

Why was everything about him so sexy?

"Alright, load the car up!" Her father opened the passenger and back doors for his wife and children.

When arriving at the party, valets were waiting to park their cars. The hotel was massive outside of Miami. Lights lit up the streets; people were dressed up all around them. Inside was a fancy check-in area; the staircase was huge and bought out for the event. Most of the people attending these parties stayed at this hotel, but her father wanted more privacy.

Y/N's heels clicked into the hotel's party room; it was huge, just like a ballroom. Negan could organize a party well; he hired good planners for each one. She knew Negan would be off talking to basically everyone there; he was the host of the party, the boss. Y/N quickly walked over to a table and grabbed a tall glass of champagne, her nerves getting the best of her. She barely knew anyone there, and Y/N always stayed quiet, usually at these events. "Y/N?"

She heard behind her; Y/N's stomach dropped, hearing that familiar voice behind her as she sipped her drink.

"Cal."

She turned to see her ex-boyfriend, hands in his pockets; Calvin smiled like he had never done anything wrong. "You look great." Y/N scoffed slightly at his comment, chugging the rest of her drink, already grabbing another glass. "I wish I could say the same." Her hands gripping the mirror more, her eyes searching her for parents, even Negan. Calvin chuckled at the young woman, going by the girl to grab his own drink. "I guess I deserve that." He shrugged it off, keeping his distance from her. "Yeah, saying the last time I saw you, you were fucking a bimbo in our bed," Y/N growled. She wanted to throw the drink in his face but did not want to start anything at the first party.

"Well, I can agree she was a bimbo," Calvin smirked. Y/N rolled her eyes, walking past him, her name rolling off his tongue, stopping her. "I want to talk." Calvin continued; Y/N's face twisted; she could not believe her hearing. "You can fuck off." She growled out loud enough for him to hear, rushing away.

Y/N just arrived a few moments ago and ruined the whole night. She should not have come this year; she just took a trip with Gracie. She rushed to the nearest bathroom; it was nice and quiet. She checked the stalls; each one was empty. Quiet music rang through the speakers; it was a very bright room. Y/N just needed to breathe momentarily, checking her makeup in the mirror.

She checked her phone from the tiny purse on her shoulder to see Gracie sent her three messages.

Y/N heard the bathroom door open. She was about to leave when she saw Negan locking the door. "I-uh- you are in the women's restroom." Y/N stuttered out, hearing the lock click.

"What did that asshole of a kid say to you?" When he asked her, Negan's voice was dark; he unloosened his tie a little from his neck. Y/N kept her eyes locked on his actions; she felt her toes dig into her heels. "He just wanted to talk to me." She admitted being quick with her words, her nerves bubbling up again. Negan kept leaning against the door; she felt his eyes burning through her. "What did he even do for you to leave his ass?" Negan crossed his arms, curiosity getting the best of him.

"When I moved to Georgia with him, after a while, he became distant when I was busy with classes," Y/N replied, "I caught him in bed with someone else one day after getting out of a class early."

"You're telling me someone wanted to cheat on you?" Negan chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief, "He must be the dumbest boy I ever met." Y/N blushed at Negan's comment towards her, her back resting against the counter behind her.

“He got tired of me; our relationship was struggling anyway.” Y/N declared, trying to hold a smile; maybe more of her felt tired of him sometimes. She tried to stay busy with her classes, mainly in the library. Reading was a way of escaping sometimes; she loved the darker romances. People could not understand why she got such a high education with her father's wealth; he had her set for life all the way to his great-grandchildren.

Y/N liked being in college, attending classes, making friends, and partying a little. She loved that life, but she knew she was growing up; mostly, she had grown up. Negan walked closer to her; she had nowhere to back up. All she could do was watch his movements.

“You're missing your party." Y/N pointed behind Negan; this was all in celebration of his company. "They are not missing me much, darling." He was now inches away from her, her back digging into the counter's edge.

"I thought you wanted to wait til tonight." Y/N stammered, his hands trailing up her bare thigh. Her eyes closed, feeling her legs becoming weaker by the minute. His lips rested against her ear, and she felt his breath down her neck. "The sun is down, isn't it, doll?" His words sent chills down her spine; he had her wrapped around his fingers already.

"When did you get so brave?" Y/N's lips parted, her eyes still closed, falling upon his touch. His hands finally stopped at the top of her thigh, where the slit of her dress started. "Why do you think I said yes to your daddy when he asked me to stay with you guys?" Negan whipped back, hands fingertips wrapping around her underwear.

Her mouth parted, but she couldn't let the moan out that was hanging down in her throat. Y/N wanted him to rip the lace off of her quickly; he was moving so slowly. "Sure, I am buddies with your daddy, but when I heard his fine-ass daughter was going to be right beside me, I couldn't say no." Negan chuckled, leaving kisses trailing down her neck; she moved, giving him more access. "Let me show you how real men treat women," The older male whispered against her neck, sending vibrations down to her pussy. Pulling the black lace down her smooth legs, she felt her become wetter by the second, "I will treat you like a queen for this whole trip."

Y/N lifted her leg, letting the black thong go over her heels into his hands. He was still placing kisses down her neck, moving down her collarbone and to her chest. The young woman kept letting out quiet moans, opening her eyes and watching Negan stick her underwear into his pocket. He quickly picked her up, placing her on the sink.

Y/N wrapped her legs around his waist, the heel of her shoes pushing him closer, feeling his member rise underneath his pants. He cupped her cheeks, kissing her like a crazed animal. Her hands ran into his once neat combed hair; how his kisses moved down her neck back to her lips was just enough to drive her mad. The kisses on her neck made her toes curl, his beard tickling her neck. His fingertips brushed over the tip of her clit, his hands pushing up her dress.

"God, I've never seen a woman as hot as you." The comment made Y/N snicker at him, his hand fully cupping her between her legs. The pressure was almost unbearable, and he felt barely a touch from his cup. She moaned out, digging her nails into the back of his neck. Her hands went to the zipper of his pants as he swatted it away. "It's only about you tonight," Negan winked at her, cupping her more, causing another whimper from her lips. He wanted to see her break underneath his touch all night long, "Play with your pussy in the bathroom outside of my own party; eat your pussy out tonight before you sleep."

Y/N hummed, wanting to speak, but no words could form. He had her in a state of shock and pleasure. Finally gathering her words, she did not care if it was the first night.

"I want you to fuck me."

Negan chuckled; it sounded like a sinister chuckle. A laugh she never heard from the man before. No matter if it sent fear through her, she still felt her pussy ache."Not on the first night, doll. I won't have you fallen' in love with my dick just yet." Negan snarled playfully, biting her bottom lip. He started sending more kisses down her neck.

"You could have any woman you want, Negan." Y/N whimpered, his finger slowly playing with her clit. Her hands held on to the collar of his shirt, her other hand letting her nails dig into him. Negan's hands cupped her face, squishing her cheeks together. He kept playing with her clit slowly, allowing only his fingertip touch her.

"And I am having her right now."

A/N: Below are links to this story and the complete master list to follow to keep up with the story.

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AESTHETIC

THE NIGHT BEFORE

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NAVAGATION:

SERIES:

THE YEARLY VACATION

CALIFORNIA SUMMER

ONE SHOTS:

MISTER SCARY KILLER

A FRIENDLY HALLOWEEN PARTY

GUARD MY BODY

A DOLLHOUSE CHRISTMAS

HOME ALONE

DONT BLAME ME

SHE CALLS ME DADDY

SOUTHSIDE GIRL

CAMGIRL PRINCESS

MINI SERIES: (SPECIALS)

SHE!- (COMING SOON!)

SERIES:

“STAY BEING MY COWBOY” -(COMING SOON)

ONE SHOTS:

THE BOOGEYMAN

SECERT ADMIRER

SWEET LIKE CHERRY COLA

MINI SERIES: (SPECIALS)

COMING SOON!

EXTRAS:

DAY ONE

DAY TWO

DAY THREE

DAY FOUR

FULL MASTERLIST

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