leather - negan x reader

chapter sixteen - call out my name

tw: spanking, edging, dom/sub stuff idk

"let me in and i might be able to help you with that," i hear negan say.

"you won't though. so i'm going to finish what i was doing, then you can come in," i say.

"or you could let me in and i could watch," he says.

"you don't get to, mr. i-don't-finish-what-i-started," i say as i turn my vibrator back on, pressing it harder against my clit. i moan again, even louder now that i knew he was outside my door. it didn't take long for me to reach my climax, and as i came down from it i caught my breath.

"now you wanna let me in?" he asks.

"give me a minute," i say as i hide the vibrator. i slip my underwear and pants back on, fixing my hair before opening the door. he smiles at me and i smile back, "what are you doing here?"

"haven't seen you in three days. i needed to see if you were still alive, and based on what i just heard, you are," he smiles before zeroing in on my head.

"yep," i smile at him. he stares at my head, reaching up to touch my stitches, "ouch."

"what happened?"

"nothing."

"what happened?" he repeats, shoving his hands in his pockets as he leans back slightly and raises his eyebrows.

"nothing, fell down some stairs. i'm fine."

"do not lie to me, darlin'. i want the truth, and i want it now," his voice drops lower, a sort of commanding presence filling his voice.

i huff, "i may have just had a tiny little brain surgery." i move aside and let him in, shutting the door behind him. i look down, my cheeks filling with heat.

"y/n, you were supposed to radio me if something happened. you promised," he said, trying to mask his obviously worried voice with an angry one.

"i know, i know, i'm sorry. it would have made me seem like desperate or something."

he walks closer to me, lifting my chin with his finger, "don't do that shit anymore. if you get hurt or have to have fucking brain surgery, tell me. i don't fucking care how it makes you look. okay?"

"okay," i say as i look back into his eyes.

"how do you feel? well besides the orgasm high you're coming down off of," he smiles at me.

"could be better but the orgasm helped a little, i think."

"mm, you see if i would have given you the orgasm, it would have helped a lot."

"you're so sure of yourself."

"i am, would you like me to show you how sure i am?"

"mhm, lock the door," i say without a second thought. he smiles at me, turning to lock the door.

"wait," he turns back to me, "has tara cleared you for everything? and don't lie."

"yes, she has. now stop stalling," i joke.

"oh i sure as hell am not stalling."

"you're still talking, and i'm still dressed. that looks like sta-" i'm interrupted with his lips on mine.

he breaks the kiss, "for this certain thing i wanna do, you kinda have to be naked from the waist down - or completely naked, but that's just my preference," he grins at me. i return the grin and reach to take my top off, then my pants. my bra and underwear following. "damn, i really didn't think you'd do that."