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jungkookiebus · 6 years

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A/N: I based this story off of Jimin’s GDA 2019 look because, I mean, look at him.

I only read it through a couple of times, so sorry if there are any mistakes!

Genre: sort of Mafia!au, Mafia!Jimin, smut, tiny angst-ish for plot

Pairing: Mafia!Jimin x Reader

Warnings: smut (obvs), PWSP, mentions of death, oral (f receiving)

Word Count: 5.4k

Goosebumps feather across your skin as you felt his hot breath at the nape of your neck.

“Hold still,” he whispered into your ear. A string of pearls appeared in your sight. Dipping your head forward instinctively you sighed as the cool necklace made contact with your décolletage. He placed a small, but hot kiss to the spot under your ear. A new set of goosebumps bloomed down your arms as your body released a small shiver. Looking back up, you made eye contact with the man standing behind you.

Jimin.

The one constant in your life that you could rely on. Did you imagine yourself here five years ago? Most certainly not. You drank in the sight of him in his custom-tailored suit; his blonde hair pushed back from his forehead. Your eyes briefly shifted to the form fitting dress he had picked out for this evening.

“You look beautiful,” he said as he made eye contact with you through the mirror you stood in front of.

Where were you five years ago? Working at a 24-hour diner struggling to pay your bills. You had since dropped out of college when the weight of debt became too much for you. You had been walking home around 3 am after a particularly grueling shift when you became the victim of a run-by mugging. You barely had time to register what had happened when the purse was snatched from your arm and the man ran ahead of you; bumping shoulders with another man about 10 yards in front of you.

“Hey!” you had yelled knowing it wasn’t going to change anything. It was better than just standing there and watching it happen.

The man the mugger had run into turned to look at you. “You just going to let him steal your things?” he had yelled at you before he started into a sprint after the man. You watched in abject horror as he lithely gained on the man, made a single bounded leap to close the distance, and brought the man down to the sidewalk with him. By this time, you were also running in the same direction. You had caught up in time to see your savior straddling the would-be criminal with an extremely clean (and terrifying, mind you) gun to the man’s neck.

He was breathing heavily as he dug the muzzle deeper into his skin, was wrestling your purse from his hands, and speaking through gritted teeth.

“Fucking trash is all you are. Think you can just steal from women walking down the street? Who fucking raised you?”

As soon as he had your purse free from his clutches, he delivered a swift punch to the man’s jaw before lifting himself off him. You watched in shock as he put the gun into the back of his jeans before turning to you.

“I believe this is yours,” he said while handing your purse over.

All you could do was tentatively grab your purse and hold it to your chest as you stared at him open mouthed. He raised an eyebrow at you and blew a stray hair out of his eye before smiling. You’re pretty sure that’s the moment you had first fallen for him.

“Are you okay?” he asked stepping towards you. By this point, your mugger had scrambled to his feet and ran as fast as his feet could possibly carry him.

“Uh…yea, I’m fine. Thank you, for uh, what you did back there,” you were finally able to mumble.

“Not a problem,” he said smiling again. “You have a name or are we just going to stand here awkwardly?”

“I-I’m sorry. It’s _____.”

“Pretty,” he smiled again. There he went again. That damn smile.

“Jimin,” he said extending his hand.

And the rest was history. To shake your shock, he had taken you to (another) 24-hour diner to buy you coffee. You hadn’t connected with someone on such a level in so long. He had laughed and shook his head when you asked where his skills had come from and gave you a sheepish, “Maybe some other time.”

Five years later and here you were married to the most dangerous arms dealer Korea had ever seen. Sure, it had come as a shock to you when you finally found out, but you had still loved him; despite knowing what he had done or would do. It was a dangerous job after all and not all of it was sunshine and rainbows.

Tonight, you were attending a President’s Ball with him. He was an asset to the nation’s government and virtually untouchable. No government is without flaws after all. You had been taken aback at first when Jimin told you how much he sold to the Korean government.

“You don’t really see it, though. They just want their bases covered in case shit ever hits the fan,” he had said.

Of course, he had sold to others as well, but that was neither here nor there.

To you he was just Jimin. You liked to keep it that way and so did he. He lavished you with gifts in the first few months of dating that had you guessing what his true intentions were, but as time wore on you realized how much you meant to him. It meant even more when you accepted him for his job and who he was inside. Six months into the relationship he had moved you out of your studio apartment and into his high-rise penthouse. He had replaced your old car with a much newer, nicer car that you didn’t even want to ask what the price was. Anything you wanted, he got it for you; he never questioned it. He would smile as he slid his credit card across the counter at an expensive clothing store; took you to far off destinations like Hawaii, Rome, and Norway; across tables at restaurants that required a dress code; and simply from the end of the couch in your living room.

On very few occasions were you ever involved in his work and that was only by accident. He hadn’t expected you to be home one day when he walked through the door, blood spattered across his crisp white dress shirt that was still tucked into his black slacks. You had heard him huff as he entered your home, your breath catching in your throat as you took in his current state. He had heard your soft gasp and abruptly looked up with wide eyes.

“Baby?” he whispered. “I didn’t think you’d be home.”

“A-are you o-okay?” you stuttered, tears were threatening to fall. He rushed forward to you quickly ready to take you in his arms before he stopped himself; remembering the state of his dress.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t expect you to be home. Yea, baby, I’m fine. This isn’t my blood.” He physically face-palmed as he realized his slip up. He quickly unbuttoned the shirt, shrugged it off to throw it across the room, so he could gather you up into his arms. His warm hand came to the back of your head as he pressed your face to his bare chest. “I didn’t intend on you to ever see that side of me. When I’m with you that’s not who I am.”

“I know,” you said quietly. You felt his entire body relax at your words. “I’m not mad at you, I just didn’t expect to see that.”

Ever since then, Jimin had gone out of his way to make sure you were not involved with his work as much as possible.

“Are you ready to go?” His question had snapped you out of your daydream. Thinking back on your life before him had set a small frown on your face. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” you smiled. “I was just thinking about my life before I met you.”

You turned to face him as he made his way back to you. He placed his hands on your hips as he sidled up in front of you.

“Mine was pretty meaningless before I met you,” he said looking down at you.

“Oh, I doubt that. Look at all you have.”

“What’s the point when you’re alone and by yourself? No one ever wanted to be with someone…like me.” He hung his head and his words became quiet at the end. “Sometimes I wonder if you’ll finally get fed up with me and leave.”

You quickly place your hands on his plump cheeks and guide his eyes to yours.

“Park Jimin, I am never going to leave you. Someone will have to kill me first.”

He gave you the eye-disappearing smile you always loved to see before dipping to place a passionate kiss upon your lips. He moaned as his hands moved downward to grab your ass. He pulled away from you and gazed at you with glazed eyes as he brought his lips down to your ear before whispering, “If anyone thinks about hurting you, I will bring hell down upon all of Korea and everyone will know my fucking name before it’s all over.”

Heat flushed through your body and straight to your core. “My knight in shining armor,” you whisper back.

“Let’s go before I get distracted again,” he said grabbing your hand.

The ride to the ball was quiet. Jimin held your hand in his over your thigh, occasionally looking over at you and smiling. This event happened every year. It was held as a sort of meeting/social event that saw the likes of all Korean government, foreign dignitaries, and even the more dangerous people of society; like Jimin.

The doorman bowed low as you entered the ballroom inside of one of Korea’s most expensive, all-inclusive resorts that only the rich and government officials could afford. The ball was in full swing as you took in your surroundings. At this point in your marriage you were no stranger to such gatherings. At first, it had been daunting attending such events, but you quickly adapted with the help of Jimin. You easily conversed with anyone you met and always made a lasting impression. On many occasions, the wives of these government officials sought you out for conversation, ensuring that you were never left to awkwardly follow Jimin wherever he went.

You heard your name being called over the din of noise surrounding you. Scanning the crowd, you quickly saw Yeri waving frantically at you. Yeri is the wife of the commissioner of the National Tax Service and one of the first friends you had made at one of these balls about three years ago.

“I see someone I need to speak to anyway,” Jimin said as he placed a kiss to your cheek. “I’ll catch up with you later.”

You smiled as you gave his hand a squeeze and made your way to Yeri’s table. She was already up and heading towards you as you weaved through a throng of people. She embraced you in a tight hug before pulling back to hold you at arm’s length.

“Ugh! You look stunning as ever! Let me guess, Jimin picked this dress out for you too,” she said looking you up and down.

“Of course he did,” you said while rolling your eyes. “Did you expect anything different?”

She laughed before grabbing your hand and leading you to her table. “Jimin does always have the best taste.”

The evening fell into a comfortable cadence. You were already a couple of hours into a few bottles of champagne and conversation with Yeri before you noticed something was off. The atmosphere had seemed to suddenly shift; almost as if the air had become thick. Tension filled your veins as you were overcome with dread.

“Are you ok-,” you heard Yeri begin to say before the first shot rang out.

Chaos erupted around you. Jimin had prepared you for moments like this. You began to take a mental inventory of all the things he had taught you in case anything like this were to happen.

1. Take cover as soon as possible. If you are not extremely close to a possible exit, do not try to run.

You quickly took Yeri by the wrist as you pulled her underneath the table with you. The thick, expensive tablecloth that the resort spared no expense for concealed you well enough under the table.

“What the fuck is going on?!” Yeri yelled over the uproar now enveloping the room. More gunshots rang out as people screamed all around you.

2. Stay quiet. Do not make a sound, especially if you are well hidden.

You clapped your hand over Yeri’s mouth while holding your finger over yours. She stared at you with wide eyes as you tried to keep a brave face.

3. Make sure your weapon is on you and loaded.

You took to your hand off Yeri’s mouth to check the handbag you brought with you. Wherever you went, you always had the small handgun Jimin had given you a year into your relationship. He had taken you to the shooting range every weekend for months to have you practice.

“My line of work can get dangerous and I don’t want you caught in the middle of a situation you can’t get out of,” he had said.

Someone hit the ground with a heavy thud beside the table. You watched in horror as a bloody hand fell underneath the hem of the tablecloth next to you. You suppressed a shout of terror as you backed away from it. Yeri was shaking uncontrollably next to you as you strained to listen to anything outside of the screams and chaos. It had felt like an eternity had passed but could not have been more than five minutes when the room started to quiet. You heard quiet sobbing close by, the occasional sound of heels on parquet flooring, and in the very far distance, sirens. You crawled over to Yeri and grabbed her hand.

“I’m going to peek out okay?” you whispered.

Tears started to roll down Yeri’s cheeks. “Please don’t go out there. Don’t look. What if they’re still there?”

You wiped a tear from her cheek before smiling. “Just a peek okay?”

She nodded as she sat back on her heels again, crouched underneath the table as close to the middle as she could get. You slipped off your heels and crawled on all fours to the edge farthest away from the body that had fallen next to you. If your judgement was right, you should have a good view of the open dance floor area that also gave you access to the exit door. Slowly, you flattened yourself to the floor as much as you could before lifting the tablecloth up. You stopped your intake of breath as you peered underneath. Bodies littered the floor, some people were still alive but barely holding on, others were clinging to loved ones, but there were no signs of attackers. The exit doors were thrown wide open and there was no one in the hallway or near them from what you could see. Getting back up you turned to Yeri.

“We are going to crawl through the tables and to the exit doors okay?”

Yeri began to nod her head frantically as the tears came more freely. “What if they’re still there?”

“Yeri, I don’t see anyone. Whoever did this wanted to be out of here as fast as possible. If they were taking hostages, they would have announced themselves.”

She seemed unsure, but Yeri trusted you. “Okay,” she whispered.

“Put your cell phone on silent and take my hand,” you said as you made your way to the side of the table that would lead you to the rest of the dining area. “Don’t look at the bodies. We need to get out of here as fast as possible.”

You also knew better than to try to call Jimin and him you. Any ringing of a cell phone could give your position away to hidden attackers. There was a surprising amount of people laid out on the floor. You heard a small whimper behind you as Yeri followed you.

“Don’t look, Yeri,” you whispered.

By the time you made it to the exit doors you heard the sirens of cop cars pulling up to the entrance doors of the resort. One look in the hallway ensured you the attackers were gone. A handful of people laid bloodied in the hallway, but now was not the time to check on others. You grabbed Yeri’s hand as you stood from your crouch and bolted to the lobby as cops began to pour into the building. You handed Yeri off to a nearby paramedic as you ran outside.

“Ma’am are you in need of medical assistance?” you heard someone say next to you.

You stared off into the crowd of people that were forming around the hotel as you finally tried to figure out where Jimin could be. Panic started to creep in as you thought of Jimin possibly dead on the floor of the ballroom.

4. Once out of danger, go home.

“Ma’am?” A very concerned EMT stood next to you holding out his hand.

You shook your head as you came back to your senses and looked at him.

“N-no. I’m fine,” you said as you lifted your dress and walked away. The walk home would only take about fifteen minutes, but with the panic you were in, it only took you about ten. You didn’t even notice the stray rock here and there as you rushed down the sidewalk without shoes. Sideways glances were thrown your way at your current state of messy hair, expensive dress, and no shoes. You tried to hold back tears as the reality of what had just happened threatened to break you down. The doorman to your building looked at you in shock as he opened the door for you to rush through. You couldn’t press the button to the elevator fast enough, nor did it move fast enough. When you reached your floor, you stumbled as you tried to press in your keycode with shaking hands. As soon as the lock clicked, you threw the door open to your dark apartment.

“Jimin!?” you yelled as your ran through the house flipping on every light in the process.

The apartment was the same as when you had left it hours earlier, which meant that he wasn’t here. He was back at the hotel. Hot tears streamed down your cheeks as you finally collapsed in the middle of your living room. The weight of what had happened came crashing down with force of a tidal wave as sobs wracked your body. You had left Jimin at the hotel. Why didn’t you stay? What if he were hurt? Could you have helped him? These thoughts plagued your mind as you sank into the floor, drawing your knees into your chest.

“What did I do?” you sobbed.

In that moment the front door burst open with enough force to knock a framed picture off the wall in the hallway.

“_____?!” you heard Jimin yell from the entryway. Not believing you heard him, you held your breath.

You heard frantic footsteps enter the kitchen, bedroom, and then finally the living room.

A choked sob escaped his chest when he finally saw you curled up on the floor.

“Baby,” he cried while gathering you up into his arms.

You were still in shock. None of this was real. It wasn’t happening.

“Baby talk to me,” he said as he pushed the hair back from your face.

“I thought I lost you,” you whispered.

Tears began spilling from Jimin’s eyes in earnest as he pulled you back into his chest. “Oh my fucking god I didn’t know what to do when I couldn’t find you.”

He placed both hands on the sides of your face before he started raining kisses all over you.

“God I was so fucking worried you had been killed back there. I looked for you everywhere in that fucking ballroom. Fuck!”

“You sure do say fuck a lot,” you murmured through pursed lips as he squished your cheeks in his hands.

A single, choked laughed escaped him as he sniffed, then he smiled. There was that smile you loved. The smile you were 100% sure you weren’t going to see again ten minutes ago.

“I’m never letting you out of my sight again,” he said as he placed his lips against yours. The kiss was small, filled with love, and everything Jimin wanted to say but couldn’t.

“I love you,” he said before deepening the kiss. You barely had time to catch your breath before his hands were all over you. The heat of the moment and his sheer panic at almost losing you threw him into a lusty haze he was unable to come back from. Before you realized what was happening, he picked you up bridal style and carried you to your bedroom. He placed you on the bed as reverently as a curator places a priceless item in a display case. His fingertips grazed down your neck, over the pearls he had put on you earlier that evening, and to the valley of your breasts. Goosebumps followed his touch and your breath caught in your throat.

“So beautiful,” he said as he brought his lips down to the base of your neck. “And all mine. From this moment forward I’m going to do whatever it takes to protect you.” You shuddered at the love you felt in his touch. You felt good; you felt protected.

His hand found the zipper that started under your arm and ended at your hip. He slowly undid it and let one of his fingers glide over your skin as he did so. Now you were breathing heavily with anticipation.

He pulled the dress from your body as you lifted yourself to aid his process. The strapless style of the dress did not allow you to wear a bra, so you laid bare besides the lace panties you wore.

“Now I remember why I picked this one out,” he said as he laid his hand flat against your belly and pushed it up between your breasts and to your throat. He tightened his hand on your pressure points and brought his face to yours so that he could look in your eyes. “And now I’m going to show you why you’re mine.”

All you could do was gulp as you felt a rush of arousal flow through your body. The adrenaline from earlier was bringing every feeling you have to new levels.

When he let up on the pressure on your neck you whispered, “I want you to ruin me.”

“Gladly,” he smirked.

This time he brought his mouth down to one of your breasts as his hand found its way to your clothed core. You arched into his mouth as he sucked the hard bud between his teeth causing a strangled moan to escape your throat. His hand made quick work over your panties, rubbing them over where you needed him the most; the subtle friction causing you to become wetter by the second.

He lifted off your breast with an audible pop. “I want to hear you, baby. Don’t hold back.”

With that he placed a harsh slap to your center. You cried out as the pain crossed over into pleasure.

“What do you want, baby?” he said while rubbing small circles on you again. “You’re so wet, I bet you’re suffering.”

“I want to feel your mouth on me,” you breathed out as your head sank farther back into the plush comforter.

Ever since you had first seen Jimin, those full lips had been one of your favorite features on him and the first time he took you to bed had cemented why you loved them so much. The man knew how to use every one of his assets.

He moved downward as he slipped his fingers into the waistband of your panties and slowly slid them down your thighs. Every touch and sensation were heightened as he tortuously kissed his way up your legs, placing wet kisses to the inside of your thighs while pushing your legs open.

“If anything had happened to you and I never got to do this again I would surely die,” he said while placing more kisses dangerously close to where you wanted him.

“Don’t say things like that,” you breathed out.

A surprised cry came out of you that quickly turned into a moan as Jimin’s lips latched around your clit, sparing you no time to prepare for him. He shook his head as he buried his face further into your core, eliciting more moans out of you. He hummed against you as you fisted both of your hands into his hair. The vibrations causing you to arch off the bed and bury his face into you more. Shock ran through you as you felt him slip two fingers inside of you.

“Fuck, Jimin.”

You were dangerously close to coming soon. Your emotions were haywire, and your veins felt like they had been ignited with fire.

He pulled away momentarily to look up at you. Through your hazed gaze you looked down to see his mouth and chin covered in your arousal. “Keep pulling my hair like that, baby,” he said before diving back in between your legs.

“I’m going to come,” you said as your grip tightened in his hair; pulling the strands further between your fingers to tug at him.

He hummed against you as he started pumping his fingers faster.

You felt as if you’d suffocate him between your grip on his head with your hands and the fact that your thighs were now encasing him in a deadly vice, but the feeling he was giving you now was bringing you to new heights of euphoria. He was eating you out like a man starved, or a man that thought he lost the love of his life. Before you knew it, your whole body was shaking with the force of the orgasm he had just delivered with his mouth. He slipped his fingers from you as he continued to kiss around your now soaking center before kissing his way back up to your lips. You moaned into his mouth as you tasted yourself on his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck as you deepened the kiss. When he finally broke away from you, you moaned at the sight of his fucked-out expression and you hadn’t even been able to touch him yet. He was still in his suit from the evening and it brought on a new wave arousal as you reached for the lapels of his jacket when you sat up.

“You can fuck me in this suit any day,” you said as you slipped the jacket off his shoulders.

“You can’t say those things, baby,” he laughed lightly.

You noticed his painful hard on through his tight black pants. “Maybe you shouldn’t wear clothes like this then.”

“I could say the same about you,” he choked out as your ran your hand over him in his pants.

“You pick out my clothes,” you said as you undid his belt.

“Touché.”

You slipped his pants and underwear down at once, too impatient to draw this out. He was painfully hard as his cock sprang free. The tip was red and leaking with precum already.

“Take this off,” you said tugging at the hem of his dress shirt.

He began unbuttoning it as you spread the precum on his length and started pumping him in your hand.

“F-fuck,” he groaned out as he let his shirt fall to the floor beside him.

“How do you want to fuck me?” you said as you looked up at him through your eyelashes.

“You’re going to kill me.”

You continued to pump him in your hand as you maintained eye contact.

“Ass to me.”

You quickly obeyed as you turned your ass in his direction, supporting your weight on your forearms. Jimin quickly grabbed you by your hair and pulled you up flush against his chest. His right hand came around to rub your already sensitive clit.

“Jimin,” you moaned.

“What is it?” he asked breathily against the side of your neck. “Can’t take it?”

“Fuck.”

“Now who has a dirty mouth?”

You hardly noticed when his hand left you and he guided his cock between your folds. He entered slowly and with purpose; almost as if he wanted to memorize every part of this moment. His lips grazing the skin on the back of your neck had you praising the god you didn’t believe in as your cunt took him in and you felt his heavy cock brush against your walls until he was fully seated inside of you.

“You’re so perfect for me,” he said as he kissed his way down your shoulder, still maintaining his grip on your hair.

He started to pump himself in and out of you slowly, drawing the most delicious moans he had ever heard from you. He pulled out of you almost fully before slamming back into you without preamble.

“Now I want to hear you fucking scream,” he said before letting you go and letting you drop to the bed.

He started fucking into you without abandon. You had never felt so many sensations in your life. He could go from sweet to domineering in the snap of your fingers. He was now pounding into you so hard that you were having trouble staying upright. He leaned his body over yours, placing both hands beside your head as your body finally gave way and collapsed onto the bed. You were now trying to hold on to anything that would give you purchase, but it was fruitless. Jimin was fucking you into next week. You could feel the sweat that dripped off him and onto your back. In an instant he was gone, but before you could ask what was happening, he had you flipped onto your back with both knees pressed to your chest. He was back inside of you, slipping in easily. He held the back of your thighs as he looked down to where his cock was disappearing inside of you.

“So. Fucking. Beautiful,” he said between three separate harsh thrusts. There was anger in the way he fucked you. No, not anger at you, anger with himself for letting you go the moment you stepped foot into that ballroom; pure, unadulterated anger at whoever had the audacity to enter that building, armed, while you were inside.

You began to feel your mounting orgasm again as he angled himself to hit your g-spot with every thrust.

“Going to come with just my cock, baby?”

Your eyes rolled back into your head and he slowed but deepened the thrusts; his hips never leaving contact with yours.

“Come on my cock. I want to feel you tighten around me.”

A few more precisely placed thrusts sent you tumbling over the edge of your second orgasm.

“That’s it,” he breathed out as he fucked you through your orgasm. “So fucking good for me.”

You felt him reaching his end as his thrusts became a bit more erratic than before. He was soon releasing inside of you with a moan coming deep from within his chest.

He slipped out of you and fell on the bed beside you immediately wrapping an arm around you.

A few minutes of silence passed between you when he finally spoke.

“Don’t ever leave me again.”

“I didn’t leave you.”

“You know what I mean.”

And you did. The evening was terrifying for both of you. Each of you had thought they had lost the other until you were reunited on your living room floor.

“Babe?” he whispered after a long while. You had thought he had fallen asleep.

“Yes?”

“The rules. Thank you for following them. I knew you were brave.”

“In your line of business, I always listened to what you told me. You saved my life, Jimin.”

You turned your head to look him in his eyes. Love, adoration, fear, admiration, and a mix of other emotions is what you found there.

“I’m sorry I put you in this position.”

“Don’t be. I’m here with you and beside you for the rest of my life.”

“I’ll keep you safe. I promise.” A heartbeat passed before he spoke up again. “I’m going to find out who did this. I’m going to find out who did this and I’m going to make them regret that they ever stepped foot in that room.”

“How do you know it was targeted at you?”

“I don’t, but you were there, and I don’t take lightly when people threaten what’s mine.”

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a-tired-bitch · 7 years

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You, Me, and an RV

1 Part: Completed

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Summary: After traveling with Nicole for two months in some raggedy RV, the constant rise of sexual tension between the two gets to a point where Negan can’t hold back anymore POV: Negan for the most part, but when the smut ensues it switches. Characters: Negan, Nicole (italics), Turner (italics x indent) Word Count: 5k Author’s Note: This started out as a roleplay post for Joe on some off-site forum I used to take partake in and recently was brought back into, but anyways, after looking over it, I decided to alter the story a bit and swap out Joe for Negan and wa-la. The Joe storyline was far hotter but I’ll use that for YSKB. Negan’s OOC since this is in the early months of the ZA and I wanted to switch up his personality. It’s been over a year since I created a Negan piece, so here you go. @Kate who will eventually read this: I not only hate you for making me get back into RPing and creating this, but I love you for doing that and for the content. Warnings: I don’t get my content beta’d anymore. My oneshots are always so long, lol. Negan’s basically holding his dick while they talk, lol. I wouldn’t say this is necessarily PWP, but it is PWSP - porn with some plot. But yeah, the usual warnings apply. Quote: “See, I told you that ‘stupid red scarf’ would look a lot better on you.

Two months…Two months since the rise of the living dead and the crumbling of a civilized society. Two months since the beginning of the battling of not only the lack of sleep, the immense hunger, and the shifting of one’s own saneness and conscience, but the battle of survival that raged between the living against the dead and the living against the living.

One month…One month since the crossing of paths between Negan and a firecracker of a woman named Nicole. One month since the beginning of their shared survival and travels through the state in a raggedy RV that was on its last lifeline.

Two weeks…Two weeks since Negan had acquired that black, leather jacket. Two weeks since the beginning of the rise of sexual tension between the two survivors.

One week…One week since it was Negan’s turn to sleep in the bedroom of the RV instead of the less-than-comfortable couch in the living room. One week since the beginning of the shift from the occasional spout of sexual tension that was usually playful in nature, to a full-blown waterfall of lingering stares and sexual propositions that were never acted on.

A few hours…A few hours since the couple stopped to scavenge a pile-up of cars. A few hours since the beginning of a partnership with a man named Turner – a skilled mechanic who had offered to look over and repair any problems the RV might have in exchange for a ride and a place to sleep overnight.

One hour…One hour since they had stopped for the night. One hour since the beginning of nightfall. One hour since Turner had disappeared into the tree line to scavenge the woods.

“Our new friend,” a voice spoke, cutting through the long span of silence that enveloped the innards of the RV, “he’s been gone longer than expected – think he’s still alive out there?”

With his tongue sandwiched between his lower lip and the pearly whites of his upper teeth, Negan meticulously wrapped a roll of barbed wire around a bat he had stumbled upon one of their scavenging expeditions.

With the woman’s question going unanswered, Negan lifted his newly created weapon, examining it in the dim lights that brought light to the RV – thick and overlapping strands of steel wire wrapped around the head of the weapon while single loop strings clucked to the shaft.

Far too mesmerized with his creation, he had failed to notice that the blonde had taken a seat next to him on the couch.

“Aye,” the woman called, pulling her hand up to his ear and snapping a single time, “are you listening?” She questioned, her hand returning to her side as she took to her feet once more.

Being forced out of his trance, Negan shook his head a single time while carefully leaning the bat against the couch. “Well, Nicole,” he began, falling back into the pillows of the worn-out couch, “I hear you but I’m not listening,” his gaze settled on the woman who was now facing the kitchen countertop, “so the answer to your question is ‘yes’ and ‘no’.”

Scoffing, he shifted his attention to focus on the window that rested in the middle of the RV door. There, he searched the darkened world for any silhouette of the missing man.

“You know, I’ve probably said the about a million time since you and I crossed paths, but you’re the actual definition of an asshole.” Nicole jested, returning to the couch, but this time, holding two bowls filled with beans.

“Maybe, instead of repeating something I already know and have no ability to change since being an asshole is engrained in my DNA, you should figure out something new to tell me.” A somewhat playful smile took hold of his tired features as he turned to face her, eyeing the bowl for a quick second before accepting it.

With raised brows, Nicole stood there, her mouth agape just the slightest as she stared down at the man who was dressed in something the cast of Grease would wear. “You wanna hear something new?” Her questioned was both a rhetorical one and a way for her to think of a comeback. Scanning the man who was testing out the head of the beans by touching it with the tip of his tongue, Nicole took a seat on the opposite side of the small couch. “How about this: you look ridiculous in that leather jacket and that stupid red scarf.”

With raised brows that accompanied wide eyes, Negan lowered the bowl onto his lap after shifting in his seat so that his body was facing more in her direction. “I said tell me something new, not hurt my fucking feelings. But you know,” he leaned in just slightly, “this ‘stupid red scarf’ would look ten times fucking better on you than it would on me. Shit, maybe you can model it for me one of these days – walk up and down the length of the RV as it was your runway.” The two shared a moment of intense eye contact before Negan leaned away, a couple of throaty laughs coming from him.

This seemingly never-ending game of ‘let’s-continue-to-tell-jokes-to-build-this-obvious-sexual-tension-you-and-I-have-just-to-see-who-crosses-the-line-and-breaks-down-first’ seemed to resemble a game of hot potato – a game they both not only enjoyed playing but were masters at.

“Oh, come on, Negan, why don’t you just admit that you want to see me wear nothing more than that red scarf while you sit on this couch and rub one out.” Suddenly, Nicole’s legs began to stretch towards the man until her feet rested on his knee - this simple, yet semi-innocent action was something Negan was far too familiar with since it was something Nicole had done quite often. “Remember, though, looking for free, but touching is going to cost you.”

Gazing down, his eyes scanned the length of her legs before settling on her face. “Well, shit, in that case, looks like we're both going to miss out, especially you.”

“Prove it. Why don’t you show me what you’re working with and what I’ve been missing out on for these last two months. Go ahead. Do it.”

“Are you fucking with me? You really want me to do this right now?” Negan asked, cocking a brow.

Receiving a nod in response, his hands frantically worked at the button and zipper of his pants before the grey material was free from its constraints. Next, and without breaking eye contact, his right hand dug beneath the waistband of his boxers.

Suddenly, and just seconds before he was about to reveal what she had really been missing out on, an ankle came up and nudged him in the stomach, forcing him to stop.

“I was fucking with you.” Nicole laughed, her leg returning to rest on his knee. “Calm yourself, put that thing away, and let’s talk Turner.”

With his cock in hand, a clenched jaw, and cold and almost deadly stare, Negan just sat there, unamused with her so-called ‘joke’ and annoyed with her constant questioning of the missing man. He knew that there was no way he was going to allow this to slide, so, within the shallow depths of his mind, he began to concoct a plan.

“What the fuck about him?”

Tilting her head just the slightest, she spoke, “Mm, someone’s a bit agitated for no reason,” a smirk pulled at the corner of her lips before she continued, “what are we going to do if he doesn’t come back? Do we go looking for him or just pretend he was never around?”

“Look,” Negan sighed, “maybe we can go scan the tree line in the morning if he doesn’t come back, but for now, it’s not our problem. My only fucking problem is this thing right here,” he muttered, glancing down to his dick that was still hidden beneath his boxers and still within the grip out his hand. “For now, we do nothing because he isn’t our responsibility. The only people were responsible for is each other.” The tone of his voice was stern and unwavering.

Considering that they had stumbled upon the man just hours before, Negan was in no position to go out and risk his neck for some stranger - after all, the motto of the new world was ‘survival of the fittest’.

Finally, after pulling his hand out from his boxers and buckling up his pants, he peered out through the window of the RV door. “Plus, I like it a lot better when it’s just you, me, and an RV.” He briefly looked over to her, a full-fledged smile taking hold of his tired features.

Nicole couldn’t help but look down at tent that hadn’t been fully pitched in his pants, but nevertheless, that didn’t stray her from looking. “Sleeping arrangements,” her eyes coming up to meet his as he turned his sights from the RV door and rested them on her, “what do you wanna do with them if he does decide to come back? I was thinking it would be a lot safer if you and I sleep in the back bedroom and he sleeps on the couch – you know, for safety reasons.”

“’Safety reasons’, huh?” Realizing that this was a perfect time to get back at her and thankful that it was just a few moments after her span of taking the lead in their little game, Negan began leaning in - close enough so she could feel his breath on her but far enough so that he was a foot or so of space between the two. “Why don’t you just admit to yourself that you want to see how good I am in bed.” His hand began to snake its way down from the armrest before resting on the lower portion of her calf. “Go ahead, admit to yourself that you wanna see how good and…persistent I am…,” fingertips that were once gliding along her leg while he spoke now firmly gripped onto her leg.

With a smile that truly revealed the depths of his dimples, Negan continued to linger there, watching as her eyes traveled down to rest on his lips and feeling how a wave of goosebumps spread out across her skin.

As much as she wanted to lean forward and meet this challenge head-on, Nicole was frozen in place. Despite his lingering from a foot away, the position of him leaning over half of her body made her mind reel in so many wrong directions. It was impossible to not imagine him pulling her to him, but as much as her mind played with these images, her body remained still. When his lips parted to whisper words to her, Nicole could feel the goosebumps crashing against every inch of her skin. She parted her lips to speak, but before she could his clutch on her calf tightened, pulling it so that her body was forced an inch closer to his as he continued to just linger there. As much as she tried to remain emotionless, her eyes widened a bit, blood pounded in her ears and raced up her neck and she had to take her bottom lip between her teeth to keep herself from closing the gap between them as his devilish smile imprinted itself into her mind.

“How good and persistent I am at hogging up all the covers and taking up most of the bed.” The once intense look in his eyes was now replaced by a playful one as he leaned back into the corner of the couch – the tips of his fingers gliding across her skin yet again before resting by his side.

Before either of them could continue with this banter, a knock forced Negan’s smile to fade and for his legs to instinctively bring him to his feet. Looking out the window, he saw Turner staring right back at him while waving his hand.

Rolling his eyes, Negan approached the door just a few steps away, “just as things were about to get good, he decides to show up,” he joked as he unlocked the door, pushing it open.

Lingering on the last step of the motorhome and blocking the man from entering, Negan looked over the man who was currently soaked in water, shoeless, and holding a container in his hand. “Go for a swim?” Negan questioned, looking away from the man and glancing around the area. “I’m not sure if you know this, but when the sun fucking disappears, and things begin to get dark and frogs to croak and shit, well, that means its nighttime. I say all this because you said you would be back before dark and would you fucking look at that, it’s not only dark but you're soaking fucking wet.” The only tone in his voice was a tone of neutrality – he wasn’t trying to lecture the man nor was he attempting to make a joke out of the situation.

Listening to the man’s excuse which revolved around slipping on some rocks and landing in the water, Negan rolled his eyes, shooing the comments away. “Before you come in, change into something that isn’t wet.”

After an hour or so of gathering around and shooting the shit, the time to settle in for the night was rapidly approaching. Following the actions of Nicole who was heading into the back room, Negan slowly took to his feet as well.

Watching as she made her way to the backroom, Negan approached the man who was sitting in a chair just opposite of him – his eyes closed, and his body slumped into the comfort of the chair. When approaching him, Negan grabbed onto his barbed-wired bat with one hand and the man's shoulder with another. “Remember, despite out hospitality and our little deal, that doesn’t mean I won’t kill you.” Negan warned, his voice quieter than usual, making for the warning to be a lot more personal and intimidating. “One mess up. One perceived threat. Hell, if I hear you moving around in here, I assure you, I will take this bat and bash your skull in and then I will kill you.”

Because of his final warning, Turner’s eyes slowly opened, his pupils dilatating accordingly to see the older, black-haired man lingering just inches away from his person – a stern and cold expression grasping his visibly tired and dirtied face. With the warning, the younger man simply nodded – not a word sounded from his mouth, not a breath lifted from his chest, not even a breaking of eye contact interrupted the two, just a silent and fear-filled agreement.

Standing tall, Negan slapped the man’s shoulder just once while devilish smile replacing his cold expression, “good,” he smirked, “and with that,” he turned, walking towards the backroom where Nicole was lingering in the threshold, “have yourself a good night.”

Placing his hand on the small of her back to move her forward, the couple slipped into the back bedroom – their presence disappearing altogether from the man once the door closed and the ‘click’, indicating that the door was now locked. This lingering touch quickly faded as Negan walked to the small closet while Nicole took to her side of the bed.

“Mind if I change in here or would you rather I go put on a show for Turner?” Rummaging through the pile of dirty clothes, Negan finally found what he was looking for – a less than half bottle of cologne and a stick of deodorant that was on its last leg.

“I don’t mind if you don’t mind.” Nicole almost teasingly replied while stripping off her jeans. All the while in doing this, her eyes glanced towards Negan at regular intervals as he stood before the small closet, spraying and applying the contents he held. Her glances turned into plain ogling when Negan began peeling off his jacket in a painfully slow manner. This was followed by him stripping his neck free from that ‘stupid red scarf’ - which he tossed over his shoulder towards the bed. Finally, with her gaze still latched onto the man, she traced each line of muscle on his back and lingered on several scars that were scattered across his now naked back. Heat rose up Nicole's neck at the sight and she absentmindedly traced her bottom lip with her tongue as his arms fell to his sides, the shirt crumpled in one hand. She placed her jeans on the bedside table and kept her body turned a bit away from him, but her gaze lingered on him for a moment too long - he cast a single glance over his shoulder and caught her looking his way. The man's chuckle made blood rush to her cheeks and she looked at the wall in front of her, trying her best to ignore the man that was to her left.

“Enjoying the show?” He teased, and when she didn’t answer, he pressed further. “You know, like you said, ‘looking’s for free, but touching is going to cost ya’, so go ahead and look away.” Accompanied with another chuckle, Negan turned, revealing the front of his chest to her, but since her eyes were now closed and her body turned away, it wasn’t much of a reveal. Looking over the woman, Negan came to the realization that she was wearing nothing more than that oversized flannel Turner had offered her and whatever lied beneath. With a slack jaw, Negan forced his eyes off her and down to his pants which he began to slowly unbutton and unzip. "You're right, tonight's my lucky night," she replied in a huskier tone. Within a few seconds her shirt was open, and since Negan was still behind her, she peeled it off her shoulders and allowed it to slowly pool around her lower back before resting on top of the bed. There, she could feel his eyes latching onto her, scanning over her almost bare body as she tilted her head to the side and began to unhook her bra.

This time, instead of turning away, Negan watched as the process of her undressing unfolded. His eyes – just like her eyes had done just seconds before – scanned over her small frame, pinpointing the handful of dark freckles that marked her back and the imprint her bra left on her tan skin. Within his mind, a waterfall of not only sexual thoughts flooded in but a string of curses as well, knowing far too well that if he were to remove his pants, he would truly reveal how much of a toll these games took on him, but Negan, a man who was very confident in his manhood, had nothing to worry about. “I suppose that can go for the both of us,” Negan spoke, dropping his pants and turning to face her.

Reaching back and grabbing her flannel, she slipped it over her shoulders, buttoning the first few buttons, and leaving the bottom open. She then stretched her hands above her head and felt the pleasurable crack of her back in several places before she finally took to her feet and turned to Negan. Noticing that he was now only in his boxers, she had no shame now in letting her eyes trail along his body as her tongue ran across her lower lip before returning her eyes to his. She moved around the bed until she stood in front of him, her eyes rested on his lips as she took a step towards him. Running her fingertips along the man's arm until they came to a stop on his right breast, a devilish smile came to her lips before closing the gap between their lips, only to stop before making contact. “I’m guessing I’m going to have to pay for that.” A wide smile lifted her lips as she stepped back. Watching as the man leaned there like a fool, his eyes slowly opening, Nicole pulled away, crawling over the bed, grabbing hold of the scarf he had discarded before slipping beneath the covers.

A shaky breath escaped the man’s lips as a hand was brought to his face, covering his mouth and nose – his fingertips pulling his eyelids closed. Usually, Negan was one who had a good reign over his emotions, but right now, he was practically like a dog with a bone.

Approaching her end of the bed, Negan rested one knee on it, followed by a hand, which was followed by the other knee and hand. He lingered there for a moment before crawling towards her – an animalistic force driving him to do this. With every crawl, he came closer and closer until her body was under his and their faces were once again inches apart.

Nicole’s body buzzed as if on an adrenaline high, and her mind reeled with all the possibilities of what he would do or say next. They were both wild cards that slowly stepped over new limits with their growing desires. She didn't have to look down to know Negan’s arousal, the look on his face when she leaned into him just second before was enough. The blonde had him by the balls and he had played along like a child being coaxed with candy. Slowly, he rested a knee on the bed, and she lifted her chin and met his gaze challengingly, only to be surprised to find a predatory gleam there. The hairs on her arms instantly raised and her pupils dilated, intimidated by the nature of his approach, literally crawling across the bed until he was above her body - any control that she had once had on the situation was ripped away. Every cell of her body hummed to life beneath the shadow of Negan’s body. Her mind played through all the endless possibilities of how her night could pan out. She imagined his hands wandering across her skin, leaving trails of warmth behind them. Crystal orbs watched his lips as her mind played out what it might feel like to have them latched to her own or trailing down her jawline to her neck. Since her mind was buzzing with the images that tortured her.

Throughout the ordeal, Negan’s eyes never wavered – that predatory sexual hunger never faltering. He wanted her, and he knew the feeling was mutual in her eyes as well – it had to be, with all the teasing and the events that just unraveled within the past couple of minutes, he knew she wanted him just as much as he wanted her.

“Why don’t we see how this red scarf looks on me.” And with that, rough and calloused hands slid onto the exposed skin of her leg, setting it ablaze with a rush of electricity that ended at her neck and she leaned forward, finally closing the gap between them. Her eyes closed and the hands that had once gripped the scarf now awoke and searched for a place to take hold. Her left hand moved from the front of his bare chest and around to between his shoulder blades, pulling her own body upwards to meet his as her right hand settled onto his neck. His body shifted away from her and her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, not wanting him to break away just yet. In response his hand snaked up her leg until his arm was around her, supporting most of her weight as he lifted both of them off the bed. Suddenly her heart began thundering in her chest as her head tilted further into the kiss.

Slender legs tightened around his waist as Negan’s hands moved down to her calves and tried to remove her from him. The feel of her tongue gently racing across his bottom lip forced a soft and reluctant groan from the back of Negan’s throat in response before she finally allowed him to lower her body to the floor. Now, with her body pressed against his frame, he knew that she could feel the full extent of his erection against her. "Now, let's lay down a few rules," he began, his voice holding an authoritative tone while leaning to grab the crumbled-up scarf.

Now, his hands rested on top of her shoulders for a moment before slowly traveling down her arms, "I get to touch you, but you must keep your hands to yourself," his hands reached her wrists and lifted them, so he could begin tying entrapping them within the constraints of the cloth. "If you disobey an order," he finished constraining her before suddenly spinning her body around, making her stumble slightly until her back was pressed against his chest. Negan’s hand began to travel around his body while lips grazed her neck, never making full contact until they brushed lightly against her ear when he whispered, "I'll stop.”

As much as she wanted to shift into his hand to feel them press roughly against her again, she didn't, knowing that this might be considered her touching him. His feather-light touch sent chills traveling through whatever area of her body he chose to torture. Muscles tensed on cue and her head tilted to the side when his arm snaked around to lie flat on her stomach, but this didn’t last long for his hand began to move up her stomach. Nicole’s head leaned back until it rested in the crook of Negan’s neck as his left thumb started teasing the bottom of her breast while the tips of his right fingers slipped beneath her underwear and began moving along her slit. The blonde's breathing hitched as chills raced down her spine as he tilted his head and began nipping at her neck and ear, his beard a rough contrast to his tender lips.

After what seemed like ages of agonizingly being teased, both hands suddenly attacked their indicated targets. Nicole's back arched- the fingers of his left hand roughly gripped her breast as the right's plunged into her. A soft moan escaped her lips and both of his hands immediately stopped. His left hand gently slid back down before gripping her side, turning her around and pushing her back onto the bed. Her eyes locked with the depths of brown as his left pointer finger pressed against his lips, 'shhhh' he whispered softly before hovering above her – his sights now targeting her neck and ear area.

"You," he breathed, taking the lobe of her ear between his teeth, and grazing it gently with his tongue before continuing, "are going to be – “, a trail of kisses started from the crease of her neck until he slowly kneeled for the edge of the bed, his kisses now sprinkling across her lower abdomen. “drowning in debt after this."

With that, he slowly pried open her legs before his index fingers looped around the material of her underwear and began pulling them off – while doing this, a string of kisses began to spread out across her thighs.

“Now remember, we have a guest in the room over, so try not to be too loud.” Negan teased, his hands coming up to lock around her thighs, pulling her body towards his face. Chuckling on last time, he glanced up at her before making sweet contact. At first, his licks were almost kitten-like as he teasingly lapped at her, feeling her squirm above him, but this didn’t last long. Instead of short and barely-making-contact-licks, Negan presented her with something more satisfying: a hand that was gliding up to grab her breast, a tongue, and lips that meticulously and rhythmically paid attention to her clit, and a pair of fingers that plunged into her.

This new and unfamiliar action made another soft moan fall from Nicole’s lips. In this moment, and for the moments to come, she wanted so desperately to grip onto the locks of his hair, but she knew, just as she had before, that this may be considered her disobeying his stern order. Instead, she allowed her hips to grind against him with every lick, nibble, and suckle. As a result, the wave of pleasure that was slowly building up throughout the ordeal was rapidly approaching – daring to wash over her body at any second.

“Oh, come on now, don’t hold back on me – you know I won’t do that to you.” He muttered, his breaths heavy and his eyes coming up to watch as her body grinded and squirmed with his actions. Watching as the woman passed closer and closer to climaxing, his hand gripped her breast more firmly, his fingers increased in pace, and his tongue continued bringing her pleasure.

It didn’t take long but her grinding came to a halt and her back arched – a wave of pleasure crashed through her body and a string of contractions wrapped around the culprit of her pleasure, making his fingers slowly come to a stop.

Pulling his fingers from her, Negan slowly lifted himself – his hand coming away from her breast to rest on the red scarf that kept her hands together. “I know I said that you’re going to be drowning in debt, but,” he paused, his tongue running along his lips to sponge up her fluids, “but you listened and didn’t touch, so I guess you’re in the free.”

Laughing, he brought his fingers up, examining them in the light – here, his eyes watched as his fingers glistened with her cum. A pride-filled smile spread across his lips before disappearing as his fingers came up and his mouth sucked them clean.

Untying the wrist from the limp woman’s arms, Negan took the scarf. “See, I told you that ‘stupid red scarf’ would look a lot better on you.”

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