No Means Yes (Negan x Reader)

Chapter 8: Five Minutes (Bonus /NSFW)

- You and Negan sneak away for a secret 'meeting'. -
(This small chapter is a gift for ryekerb on Ao3, for being such a sweetheart in the comments of my Negan fanfics. ♥)

Negan's hands move all over your body, his mouth traveling from your neck to your collarbone. You're running your hand through his perfectly combed hair, tugging it to guide him back to your mouth, when you feel his teeth on your skin. "No marks!" you pant between kisses.

You can feel a chuckle vibrate through his chest. "Fine." His mouth is back on yours and he quickly moves you over to the small sofa. "How long?"

"Five minutes max." You say, already working on his belt. It was almost impossible to leave your post today. Eric kept talking and talking, then your father showed up and you already gave up on meeting with Negan this week.

This would have been the third week in a row where you two couldn't meet up. Last week you didn't make it back home in time from your scouting trip and the week before was Daryl standing at the gate, blocking your way to the RV.

You've been so mad and driving up the walls from your frustration. If it hadn't worked today, either, you'd lost your mind. But luckily you came up with an excuse to get away.

Negan takes off his jacket with a frown "Just five? You're killing me here, sweet thing." He's the one to talk, you've been clenching your thighs together the moment you saw the trucks approaching.

"Better make the most of it." You say, while toeing out of your sneakers. Your leggings and panties follow suit and create a small pile on the floor with his leather jacket.

Negan has just enough time to lower his jeans before you almost jump on him. With your legs on either side, you push him over onto the sofa, straddling him. He's smugly smiling up at you, "Now, someone's eager."

You grin back at him, "You've got no idea." Quickly you move your hand behind you, tugging on the waistband of Negan's boxers. He helps you by pulling out his already hard cock. "Oh, who's eager now?" You can't help but tease.

Your hand replaces his, giving him a few lazy pumps before you align him with your pussy. His hands find your thighs and you ever so slowly sink down on him. "Oh, shit." You let out a shaky moan at the feeling of him filling you up. It's been way too long since your last time.

Negan curses lowly under his breath, "Fuck, sweet thing." He pushes his hips up into you, making you grip his shoulders with a quiet moan. "You got no idea how hard it is seeing you walk on that fucking wall the whole time without being able to fuck you against it."

"Sweet talker," you sigh with a smile, slightly out of breath already. You move your hands up to his neck, claiming his lips again in a heated kiss. Your tongue entwines with his and your mind gets foggy. His hands dig into your thighs, urging you to finally move.

You give in to his silent command and ever so slightly do you lift your hips, before lowing down again. Shit, he feels so good inside of you. You sigh into his mouth as you repeat the motion, again and again.

As much as you'd love to take it slow, you can't take your time with him today. You move your hands back onto his shoulders and rise quickly and slam down on his cock. "Shit, Y/N!" Negan groans, his head falling back.

Hearing your name with his husky voice only spurs you on. You put more sway to your hips, grinding on him everytime you bounce down. His hands travel to your hips and he grips them tightly. He helps you moving on his cock, the pace increasing in speed with every thrust.

The sound of skin against skin fills the room and the air in the RV gets hotter and hotter. The smell of sex is intoxicating. You head's falling back, "Fuck, Negan." It feels so damn good and you can already feel the hot knots in your abdomen tighten. But your pace is not enough, you need more.

You bite your lip, when looking back at him. His lust clouded eyes are so mesmerizing. You can see how hard he is fighting the urge to fuck up into you. But that's exactly what you need. You lean down to kiss him again before lightly biting his lower lip. "Negan?"

"Huh?" is all he can muster, too far gone in the pleasure for more than a grunt.

You lean further down towards his ear and whisper. "Fuck me, please."

He doesn't need to be told twice. With one hand on your ass and the other on your neck, he's pushing you up and down his cock, while his hips thrust up into you. "Shitshitshit," you curse, as his hips slam into yours. This feels way too good!

Negan groans as he's thrusting into you harder and harder. Fuck, he looks so good underneath you, balls deep and coming apart. His mouth finds yours again in a sloppy kiss. "Shit, Y/N." He curses, when he feels you getting tighter around him. "Gonna come for me?"

"Yes!" You cry out. "Just don't stop!" you're begging him, "Don't fucking stop!" You're so close, but still need more. He keeps on fucking into you, adjusting the angle to go even deeper. He feels so damn good and you start mewling as stars dance in front of your eyes.

You moan out his name and some profanities as waves of pleasure crash over you and with one very sharp thrust inside you, you finally fall over the edge. With a loud moan your head falls onto his shoulder and you completely unravel on top of him. Triggered by your orgasm, Negan's quickly follows. He pushes you off his cock to come onto your thigh, your name under his breath.

You both don't move a muscle while you come down from your highs, breating heavely. Shit, that was good. Still exhausted and panting, you tease him, "Worth the wait?"

Negan huffes a breathless laugh, "You? Always."

You can't help the stupid smile on your face. He really knows how to flatter you. But unfortunately you have to go back to your post. As much as you'd love a second round, you know you can't go for one today. You have to wait till next week for that.

Quite reluctantly do you peel yourself off of him. "Gotta go now", you sigh. "Before my father wonders where I went."

As you climb off, you can see Negan rolling his eyes but he keeps quiet. You know he's got a nasty remark on his tongue but instead of speaking his mind, he just pulls his boxers and jeans up again, not saying a word.

You slip back into your leggings and shoes. Once you've adjusted your hair and clothing, you turn back towards him. "I'll try to get away beforehand next week. Get us more time than today."

"It's fine, sweet thing." He shrugs into his jacket. "As long as you make up for it next time."

"Hm," You look up at him with a raised eyebrow. "Something on your mind?"

"You bet." He pulls you towards him, kissing you one final time.

When you get desperate for air, you break apart from him. "Till next week, Negan."

He grins at you, "Thanks for the ride, Sunshine."

Laughing, you shake your head as you go for the door. "You're an idiot."

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