Negan // Imagines

Out The Shower // Smut // Negan

Warning - heavy smut

Negan walked out the bathroom with a white towel wrapped around his waist with water running down his torso. His hair still dripping wet and falling onto the floor below him.

His left hand brushed through his hair and he used his other one to lean against the door frame. The water trickled down this muscular leg as he stood fixed to the floor, his eyes studying me as I sat at the edge of the bed pretending to be unaware of his muscular, wet body standing behind me half naked.

He cleared his throat. I turned around and my eyes instantly focused on his chest and drifted down to the towel. I could see the smirk on his face as I looked back up. "Like it?" He asked as he spread his arms our to show his body.

I nodded my head slowly, waiting for the towel to fall down. His smirk grew bigger and a low chuckle escaped his lips as he knew he had an effect on me. He walked closer to me and stood in front of my eyes. I looked up at him and I could see him looking at my lips.

I laid back on the bed as I grabbed his hands bringing him down on top of me. He sat on my waist as I took my top of and left myself in my black laced bra. His eyes moved from my lips to my breasts.

His tongue licked his mouth as he started un-bottoning my bra, leaving me in just my jeans and panties. His hands moved from my breasts to the towel that was still around his torso, keeping me from seeing his full naked form.

He un-tied it slowly, teasing me. As soon as it was off my left hand wrapped around his shaft and moved quickly up and down. He grunted in plessure as my other hand started to un-button my black jeans.

As they were half way down my thigh I heard the door burst open, Negan stopped grunting and I stopped moving. Anger filled his face as he turned to Dwight who was standing at the door was a gun resting in my hands

"What the fuck do you want at this time? Can't you see in fucking busy!" Negan shouted at Dwight who looked frightened. Negan stood up and put his towel back around his waist "Well?" He asked once again as he stood closer. By now I hand managed to put my top over my chest and pulled my jeans up.

"I'm sorry Negan, but it's Daryl. He's escaped" Dwight quickly said as he waited for Negan to be fully ready.

"Fuck" was all he said as he zipped up his leather jacket and grabbed Lucille. Before he left he looked at me still laying on the bed and said "we'll finish this later, Doll"