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All at once, the sensation tipped over to the painful side, and Rick began pulling away, gently squirming and trying to indicate that he wanted Negan to stop. That didn’t happen, of course. The man, significantly bigger than Rick, held his hips down with one arm and tenderly caressed along his torso with the other as he pushed his tongue in deeper, making Rick yelp out in pain. Despite wanting the burning intrusion to stop, even calling out “stop” and “no” multiple times, he found himself desperately pawing at Negan’s other hand, trying to hold it tightly through the pain. Negan let him.
Despite himself, and all the agony he’d been through before, Rick found that he was… crying. Honestly tearing up and whimpering from having his hymen broken. And Negan couldn’t find the situation any fucking hotter; he felt about ready to come then and there. And he absolutely would’ve, if he wasn’t dead-set on filling Rick. He pushed his tongue as deep inside as he could and waited for Rick’s cries to peter out. Eventually they did, and the only sound in the air was his rapid and shallow breaths. It was then that Negan gave an experimental wiggle of his tongue inside of Rick, testing if the pain had yet become the pleasure it was supposed to.
It had. The sound that came from Rick’s throat left him feeling undignified. There was only more to follow.
Negan continued his ministrations, gently pushing and pulling his tongue in and out, til he heard a steady stream of hitched little moans from Rick. Perfect timing, as his tongue was tiring. In its place, he inserted his pinky finger, not sure if Rick was entirely ready for the firmer intrusion. Luckily, he was. So he kept going.
This continued until Negan was fucking Rick on his middle and ring fingers, speaking straight filth into his ear. Then, he realized the smaller man was whining a lot louder, squirming again, among cries of ‘too much, ‘s too much.’
“Oh, shit, Rick,” he spoke in a hushed tone, “did I make you come on my fingers already?” He paused, reveling in the view. “Guess I’m even better than I thought.” Naturally, he couldn’t resist boosting himself at the smallest accomplishment. This was met with a well-earned glare from a flushed and panting Rick. Negan laughed.
The slighter man sharply exhaled as he pushed himself back up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed to retrieve his clothes. He gave a humiliating squeak at the feeling of a large, warm hand on his chest, pushing him back down onto the bed.
“Sorry, Rick, for not making my intentions clear. Finger blasting your pretty little cunt did almost tip me over the edge, but I still have a very big problem to take care of.” And of course, Rick glanced at Negan’s crotch. His words rang true, evidenced by his erection straining against his pants. Emphasis on the problem being big. Rick’s mouth felt dry.
“Yeah. Guess that’d only be fair.” He got all the way through undoing Negan’s pants, freeing the man’s cock, spitting in his hand and beginning to work it over, before the man swatted his hand away.
“I’ve been mighty patient, Rick, but is that any way to treat someone who’s been so fucking generous as to make you come first?” He asked condescendingly, crossing his arms over his chest and frowning. “I feel like I deserve more than that. Nah, who am I kidding? I know I deserve more. Lay down.”
Rick’s face paled slightly and he opened his mouth, barely forming words in response. “Wh- I, uh. I’ll return the favor.” He leaned in, holding Negan’s cock close to his lips. “Let me jus-“
His offer was met with a harsh backhand across the face. He grunted. Negan’s cock twitched.
“Prick. I know you can be real fucking hard-headed sometimes, so I’ll be nice and repeat myself just this once; lay down. Or do you need me to help you?”
He felt his heart fluttering against his rib cage uncomfortably, and he swallowed. “I- I don’t think I want to do this. I’m not ready.”
“Now, isn’t that just so fucking sweet? Blushing little virgin who doesn’t wanna lose it to the big, bad wolf. Unfortunately for you, I don’t remember asking for your feelings on the matter.” And with that, he harshly shoved Rick onto his back.
“No, Negan, I really mean it. I’m not ready for that. I don’t-“
“Not ready?” He scoffed. “Not ready. You were ready enough to come all over my fucking fingers two minutes ago. You’re ready to take my dick. Don’t make this harder than it needs to be, Ricky. Just return the favor; let me get off on you.” He shifted in between Rick’s legs, began guiding his cock to the man’s hole, before Rick shouted back.
“Negan. I’m serious. I’ll-… I’ll give you head, just- don’t. Not this.” He pled his case, damned be the blush that colored his cheeks at his own indecent offer. He was beginning to feel trapped, like he might actually have to fight his way out of this situation. Negan wouldn’t. Rick had heard stories of the man brutally stabbing and killing rapists, even killing one man who had barely ripped off the woman’s shirt. He wouldn’t. He must’ve thought it was some kinky game, and he’d back off with enough protests. Right?
“Really fucking tired of having to repeat myself to you, of all people, Rick. What part of ‘you belong to me’ didn’t you get? Do I gotta actually take your son’s arm for you to understand? I mean, I’ll do it, but I figured you weren’t that fucking stupid. You’re not, are you, Rick?”
The threat sent a cold wave down his spine, felt like a rock settling in his stomach. He sputtered a bit. “N-no, you don’t have to do that. I was just saying, I- I can give you my mouth, instead of my… my, uh…”
He pinned Rick down by the hips. “That ain’t what I asked for, now, is it? C’mon, prick. I know you know better than to make me ask for anything from your sorry ass.”
He felt his breath shortening, and not from overwhelming pleasure. He did feel trapped now. Before he could think, he lifted a foot and kicked Negan in the thigh, hard, and rolled off of the bed. He quickly grabbed his pants, scrambling to turn them right-side in, before he felt hands on his shoulders pulling him back onto the bed. Coming back from that blur, he felt a new pain smarting over his left cheek. Negan had punched him.
The man crawled over Rick, looking less human and more predatory. Hungry. He would’ve found the sight appealing, if not for the fear squeezing his chest tight.
“You’re always making shit waaay fucking harder than it has to fucking be, prick. Just let it fucking happen and it’ll be done.“ His hand was pinning Rick’s shoulder with a bruising grip; he knew there’d be marks tomorrow. The thought only made him more eager.
“Negan,” he began in a tone similar to one you’d use to de-escalate an aggressive dog, “please, don’t. I don’t want this. You’re…” his throat caught the next words, but he pushed them through anyways, hoping it’d deter the man. “You’re scaring me, and I don’t wanna do this with you anymore. Don’t- don’t hurt me, please.”
“Don’t rape you, Rick, is that what you mean? I know you’re not accusing me of that shit.” His stare felt like needles in Rick’s skin. “I know you’re not, when you’re the only one gettin’ off here. Are you seriously gonna blue-ball me? And to think I was gonna let Alexandria off easier for this.” He shook his head, feigning disappointment. “Fine, though, since everything has to go your way.” He lifted himself off of Rick, making to get off of the bed, when Rick’s sense caught up to him. Desperation, more like. He halted Negan with a hand to his shoulder.
“No, we can do it. You can-… you can. I- I was just nervous. I’ll let you.” The prospect of his people being even slightly better off was more than enough motivation, however manipulative he knew Negan was being.
“Nah, Rick, you obviously don’t fucking want this. I mean, I know I really do— shit, maybe you don’t understand, but my dick really does hurt— but I’m not gonna force you into anything. That’s just not the kinda guy I am. Y’know, if anything, I’m kinda fucking turned off from being accused of that shit.” He waved Rick off, continuing towards his pile of clothes.
“I do. Want it, I mean. I wanna do that with you. C’mon, let’s just…” Rick leaned back onto the bed, inching his legs further apart. He was mortified with his own behavior. Anything for his family.
“You’re just sayin’ that ‘cause you feel bad,” Negan prodded. He was determined to make Rick beg for it.
“I’m not, I swear. I mean it. C’mon, Negan.” He paused. He opened his legs further. “Please.”