Negan Drabbles

Rain

You both run into the barn. Your heart races beneath your chest, as Negan climbs the ladder, with you right behind him.
The rain hammers on the barn roof, and you take a moment to glance through the large open window.
You turn to Negan, who's eyes are already looking you over greedily. His hair has fallen messily over his forehead. Negan slicks it back, with a soaking wet hand. He removes his jacket, dropping it to the floor. His t-shirt clings to his wet body.
You yearn to see what's underneath. You remove your own soaked vest, hoping Negan will follow suit. You go a step further, unclasping your bra, delicately pulling the straps off each shoulder, tossing it to the floor. Your nipples harden instantly.
Negan runs his eyes over you, his lip curling into a smirk. He grabs at his own t-shirt, pulling it over his head.
You whimper slightly at the sight of him. His chest hair glistening with moisture. Little beads of water race lazily down his torso.
Negan moves in closer. He places his hand on your neck. Then runs his fingers down towards your breast, rolling his thumb over your already hardened nipple. His other hand goes to your ass, pulling you in towards him.
Your hands go to his chest, your fingers curling through his hairs.
Negan places his moist lips forcefully on yours, sucking on your bottom lip. "Let's get you out of these wet clothes, baby," he purrs.