Imagines / one shots for TWD

7- Negan**( smut)

Negan has always had a weird way of getting under people's skin. Infiltrating their mind. For some, these were thoughts of fear and death, for me.... these were thoughts that I shouldn't be having. That  no one should be having about this man. 

Thoughts of his hands all over my body, thoughts of his mouth eating me out till I couldn't take it anymore, thoughts of him fucking me into oblivion.

I knew it wasn't right, but desire and lust still pooled deeply inside me. Every day I see him,in his signature leather jacket which looked hot as hell on him. His bat swinging about as if he was bored.

But not matter how much I fantasized about him. How much I wanted him. Or how much I needed him. I knew that he was out of bounds. He was someone I should not be involved with or associate myself with. But yet, instead of backing off, my desire only grew.  Every time I set my eyes on him, it's like something in me just clicks. He's so effortlessly hot and attractive, that one look at him sends me mad.

I had just finished my chores for the day, and I was heading back to my room which wasn't too far away from his. The thought of him only being a couple doors down , the thought that all I had to do was take a couple extra steps and all of my fantasies would be fulfilled. It sent me spiralling.  The stupid bitch that I am, my thoughts of Negan had managed to , once again, turn me on. I ached for pleasure, which I knew that I had to give myself, since no man other than Negan could fulfil my needs.

I quickly make my way to my room, going round the last bend, Of course I manage to bump into someone, but not just anyone- it was the man himself- Negan. Before I even manage to fall to the ground, his arm catches me around the waist pulling me into him. My hands now placed on his chest, looking into each other's eyes. I could feel his large hand on the small of my back, dangerously close to my ass. I look down bowing me head not wanting to look into his eyes, expecting for him to start yelling but he didn't start yelling, and he didn't even push me off of him. " Careful were you're going darling, wouldn't want you getting yourself injured now would we?" he says. As I hear him drop Lucille ( his bat) on the floor , I feel his other hand grip my chin roughly tilting my head upwards to look him in his eyes. " when I ask a question you answer, understood?" he says in a rough voice. I nod my head at him, too stunned by our proximity to speak.

"words." he says more sternly this time, his grip on my chin hardening. " Yes,sir " I say quietly trying not to sound out of breath. His breath hitches at the name I had just given him, and whether I said it out of respect or out of desire I don't know but either way, with the thoughts and feelings that were flowing through my mind before I had bumped into him, something succumbs me and I smash my lips into his.

Rough. Harsh.Full of need and desire.

Negan grabs me by my neck with the hand that was previously placed on my chin and back me against the wall. My hands pulling him closer to me, deepening our kiss. His other hand trails down to my ass grabbing it roughly , causing me to moan into his mouth.

We pull away from one another, our breath hot and heavy, both of us not saying anything, except for the smirk which now rested upon his face. Shit. I just kissed Negan. The man that was supposed to be out of bounds. The man that I could ever only have in my deepest and wildest imagination.

Our kiss left me wanting more. Wanting him. But I knew I had to leave before doing something else, before I unleashed those fantasies from the cage which they have been trapped in. My hands fall by my side , realizing that his hands were now placed loosely around my waist, I knew that was my chance of escape. I make a run for it, weaving through the corridors of the sanctuary not knowing where I was going. All I knew was that I had to get away. I couldn't fall into temptation.