Warning: this chapter is purely smut/lemon, so skip/ignore this chapter if it's not what you're here for.
Negan parked up, outside the tall fence - quiet. No walkers, no signs of life, nothing. We climbed over the fences, and jumped to the ground. "School memories, huh?" I muttered. We walked in further and over to the doors. Opening them, I could see it was pretty well lit from the windows. The place was in amazing condition. Besides the obvious notices being ripped, and minor wall damage, it was well kept.
I opened the door to one of the first classrooms and walked in, with Negan behind me. "Damn," I heard him breathe. It was the same as the hallway, besides desks were only pushed slanted and not thrown around, like how I would've thought. I looked around at the English based notices around the room.
"English teacher's desk..." Negan patted the desk, and smirked at me. "We're starting here?" I raised an eyebrow, with a slight grin. "Why wouldn't we?" I walked closer to him, and he held onto my ass - bringing me close. I held to his shoulders, as my legs leant against the desk. "We are going to be so tired after today..." I muttered. Our lips ghosted over eachother, as we looked at eachothers. "Don't keep me waiting, please," He whispered.
I moved my face forward and kissed him. My arms around his neck, he was quick to pull me up and sit me on the desk. My knees bent around his waist as he rubbed up and down from my waist to my hips. His hands trailed up my top from behind and went around with my bra to the front. He ran his hands down my stomach then up, once. We paused for a second after he unclipped it, then threw off my top and bra together to the floor. His hands cupped my boobs and massaged them. I moaned lightly against his lips and he smirked. Soon he was unblucking his belt, and I was taking off my shorts. They were added to the growing pile of clothing on the floor. He layed me down on the desk, and kissed at my neck slowly. His hands ran over my body, to my bare legs. He held my waist with one hand, and the back of my thy with the other. His hand ran from my thy to the back of my knee and back up. As he got to my chest, both his hands came to my hips and pulled down my pants. I held to his shoulders arching only a little. Quickly, he was kissing down my stomach, making my arch my hips slightly too. He pushed down his trousers, and his boxers, "You're all sure?" He whispered against my skin. "You never have to make sure," I told him. He pulled me down the desk, so my entrance was closer. Slowly, he slid into me, making me take a big breath in. He held onto my hips firmly, as I gripped onto the edge of the desk. I moaned as he started to mow into me. My hips and back arched to their limit, as I threw my head back in pleasure. I heard his airy grunts as he thrusted into me. In, out, in, out, in and out, it was a tasty rhythm. We went on for a while, and I felt myself building up. My moans made a smooth move to cries, as he grunts became groans. I heard him groan my name, telling me he was close. He pushed in, sloppy, a few more times. I cried out his name as we both came.
Time Skip
As we got enough energy to walk without almost falling, I pulled up my short and put on my top. I stuffed my underwear into my pockets, "I'll save time," I grinned to him.
We walked out of the room, a little weak. We walked down the hallway, and he stared down to me. I looked at him, "What?" "Your tits look great, doll," He held his tongue between his teeth. Before I realised it, he was behind me. His hands at my waist and I was up against the wall, facing it. His hands came up and held them gently. They went over my boobs, rubbing them and squeezing them. He pushed them up, down and around and again. I bit my lip and clenched my legs together, trying not to move so much against him. He spun me around, lifted up my top, and joined his lips to one boob. I felt him sucking on one, his tongue going over my nipple. While the other was being squeezed by his hand. I moaned between my teeth. "I think round two's in this art closet," he whispered, as he spun me back around and wrapped one arm right underneath my boobs, the other hand turned the door knob. We walked into the small room, and I was up against the, now, closed door. His hands still played with me, but soon my shorts and his trousers and boxers were down again. With his hands on my sides, he thrusted inside me once again. I was arching again as I moaned against door. Feeling his hands move up and back to my boobs, he squeezed them in ways that made it all so much more better. My hands splayed against the wooden door, as I cried his name, "Oh fuck- Negan!" I felt him lick up my neck, making my head fall to the side and back. He pushed into me, harder and faster each time. He was good, he knew how to do it right. I was feeling close again. "You can hold it longer than this," he whispered. His voice echoed in my ear, deep but lust filled. Although it made me want to come even more, I held it as much as I could. He rammed into me. "Yes doll," He groaned in that voice. I moaned and I cried, until he groaned I could come. And I did, I moaned loudly and came all over his dick as did he. We panted.
Time Skip
"Hey look, a 'broom-room'," I smirked, pulling Negan into the cleaners room with me. I put my hands against his chest, "Now it's my turn"
I dropped to my knees, pulling his boxers down with his trousers - as he stood against the wall. I curled my fingers around him loosely, and licked his tip. He grunted, impatiently. Putting my lips around him, I sucked only a small area - teasingly. I moved my hand, and slowly starting taking him whole. He felt so much bigger this way, but he was so much more impatient too. One hand held the back of my head, and he pushed me forward. I could hear the light grunts escape his lips. As my head bobbed up and down, my tongue slid down the bottom of his dick. I start to pick up the pase more and more, he started to grip onto my hair and his groans got louder. "That's it," he managed to groan out. He started throbbing inside my mouth, I knew he was close. As I bobbed up, my tongue went over his tip then back down. He groaned deeply, and the grip on my hair loosened as he came into my mouth. I swallowed his salty result, and moved back - taking a deep breath.
Time Skip
"A Spanish classroom, huh?" He grinned to me. "You like a bit of Spanish?" I raised an eyebrow. "Nothing wrong with it," he opened the door for me, walking in after and shutting the door. "What do you like about this room?" I asked. "Not sure, but it reminds me that I am learning to appreciate my hands- well, fingers a lot more," He smirked, "I think you will too"
We stood against the windowsill, the top of my ass against it. I held myself up my pushing against it with my hands, making my shoulders hug my neck. Negan pecked my lips, then again and again. Getting longer each time. His hands held my hips and pushed them up, making my back arch. He unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts, but didn't pull them down. One hand then went down my shorts and pants. He cupped me and rubbed his entire hand along me. I moaned against his lips so lightly - it almost couldn't be heard. His fingers soon came to my entrance, circling around it slowly. I rolled my hips against his light finger, almost not feeling a thing, but enough to make me desperate. He smirked against my lips, and dipped only part of a finger into me. I made a displeased sound, and that second the whole finger was rammed inside me. I gasped out of shock, but it died soon, knowing he was going to tease me with just this much. I kept rolling my hips, asking for another. His free hand ran up my waist, to the side of my chest - leaving part of my side exposed. It was also then, when I felt his finger leave and he added another. I wanted to moan aloud, but he kept me from it by muffling it with kisses. It was soon when he added a third and I was pleased. He pumped his fingers into me then out. Few moans escaped while our lips were parted, most were almost muted. His pase fastened, and my back arched more. Our lips parted for good, and he kissed me through my top. My head was back and I was a moaning machine that had just learnt to cry. I cried his name, swearing under my breath inbetween. I felt myself building up for the third time already. "Fuck- Christ, Negan!" I screamed. I came all over his fingers and he pulled them out as I huffed.
Time Skip
We walked out of the social science class, and went by the toilets. "Hey- you remember that one night?" I stopped. He hummed, raising an eyebrow. "We stayed late at school, but we both really wanted it? So we went in one of the disabled toilets?" I grinned. "I think I'd like you to show me," He smirked, walking into one and holding the door open for me. I took a couple of steps and shut the door behind me.
"I'd love to," I pecked his lips a few times, before dropping my shorts to the ground. He pulled down his just enough, and I pushed him down so he was sat on top of the toilet's lid. I came forward, and sunk onto him. He firmly held onto my hips, as I held onto his shoulders. I moved up and down on him and he occasionally thrusted back up into me. My hips grinded against him as I bit my lip. His head fell back a few times as he groaned in defeat - to pleasure. He pulled my hips down from time to time, making me cry in surprise. My back and hips were arched up against him. Each time I moved up or went down, I felt his body rub against mine. I went faster, and faster, each time. Throwing my head back as I moaned. I didn't know how we had it in ourselves to be doing it this many times, but we were. Some time later, I felt myself about to come. I got a bit sloppy, but he pushed me up and pulled me back down to help. I felt him throbbing inside of me, I knew he was there too.
Time Skip
We walked through the hallway, looking around. "You have a great ass too," Negan slapped my ass, three times in a row. Grabbing his hand, I turned around, and pulled him towards me. I pecked his lips and grinned, "thanks" He smirked, "Hey- hey- we're not done yet, doll" he threw me over his shoulder, and walked into an old staff room.
He pulled off my shorts and dropped me onto the rundown sofa, almost at an angle - putting my shorts to the side. Getting onto his knees, he put my legs on his shoulders, he held onto my thy's. "You better be ready for this," He grinned, moving his head forward. He started licking me, for some reason making me surprised. I arched my body again, and gasped. I felt his tongue moving against me, making me moan and my feet point. I felt the light scratching of his stubble against my inner thy's, which was surprisingly making it better. His tongue moved over my entrance, dipping into me every so often. "Fucking Christ..." I moaned, as I held onto his head. I pushed myself down, onto his face even further. His hands rubbed against the top of my thy's as he carried on going. A good while later, I felt myself pulsing to come. His tongue dipped into me once more and I came all over his face. "Fuckin- Negan!" I cried before I did.
Time Skip
"I don't think we've ever fucked this many times, or this many ways, in one day," I admitted on the way back.