Negan Oneshots

*Girls Talk (Part Two Of Three)

*Warning: swearing, smut, rough sex, blow jobs, throat fucking, impact play, m/m/f, non-protected sex, cumming inside, eating out*

Word count: 5285

You woke up with a groan as Simon came through your door.

"Wakey, wake, sleeping beauty"

He had a tray of toast, coffee, water and some tablets. Your head was throbbing and you just turned your head into your pillow grabbing the spare one and putting it over the back of your head.

"Go away"

You groaned at him but he just headed to your side the bed dipping under his weight making you roll towards him until your legs pressed against his lower back. He pulls the pillow off your head after he places the tray in front of you.

"Eat and drink. Negan wants to see you"

Suddenly you no longer had a hangover. You sat up straight pulling the cover up with you.

"What? Why?"

He shrugs.

"Beats me. You do something last night?"

You take a moment to think.

"I came from the girls straight to bed after talking to you"

"Well than it's not a bad thing. You'll be fine. Just don't keep him waiting you know what he's like."

You nod and pick up a piece of toast taking a bite of it. Simon watches you for a moment before patting your leg and standing.

"I'll see you in a bit"

Heading to the door you watch him. You really have gotten yourself involved with two alpha males. You wondered why they didn't butt heads more often.

"Oh, Simon."

He looks over his shoulder at you.

"Yeah doll?"

"Thanks for this"

You gesture to the tray of food with the toast slice. He smiles at you his hand resting on his belt.

"No problem, Y/N. Anytime"

He flashes a smile at you and heads out the door. You finish the toast and chug down the coffee using the water to take the tablets for the headache throbbing in your temples. You get up and head to the shower cleaning yourself up and brushing your teeth. You get dressed into a plain tee, black jeans and a leather jacket, you put your hair up into a loose ponytail. You slide your gun holster around you hips, clipping your radio on to the belt. You do the same thing but around your thigh for your knife and head out of the door. Turning to Negan's door you knock and wait patiently for his answer.

"Come in"

You heard his voice through the door. You open it slowly revealing Negan sat as his desk Simon in one of the leather armchairs. You don't question it out loud, although you don't understand why he's here if he doesn't know what it's about, unless he lied straight to your face. You shut the door behind you and step into the room. Simon gets up heading towars the door. 'Oh he must be leaving'. Nope you hear the door lock turn causing you too swallow deeply, nerves tingling their way through your body. Your eyes are drawn to Negan as he stands from his desk turning to face you properly for the first time. Your eyes travel down his chest, his leather jacket open showing his clean white t-shirt underneath it. Before you know it your eyes on his belt, oh how many times you've thought of it wrapped around your throat as he pounds into you from behind. The bulge in the front of his jeans a friendly reminder that he is indeed packing. You catch yourself staring at him and peel your eyes from him straight to the ground. Simons boots hitting the floor as he moves closer to you. You can feel his presence behind you but you don't dare move, you can even speak if you wanted too. He reaches out to pull your radio from the belt turning it off completely and dropping it onto the coffee table.