Negan Drabbles

Red Scarf

You lie on the bed, your body writhing as Negan runs a gloved hand down your stomach, your skin breaking out in gooseflesh.

"You like that, baby?" He whispers, his voice like velvet as he tugs at your panties, pulling them down your thighs.

"Yes," you moan, lifting your hips as he circles his thumb over your clit.

Negan chuckles, withdrawing his hand. He takes the red scarf from around his neck and leans over you, winding it around your arms. Biting on his lip, he ties it to the headboard, gazing down at you with a smirk.

"Please, Negan. Don't tease me," you plead with him, tugging at the scarf.

"Oh, baby," he smiles, running his tongue over his lip. "I haven't even fucking started yet."

He takes off his jacket, his eyes dark with lust. "Please, i want it," you moan, your hips coming up off the bed. Negan places his hand against your stomach, pushing you back down.

"You want this mouth all over that sweet pussy?" He asks, huskily.

"Please, Negan."

He smirks, the leather of his glove warm against your skin as he trails his fingers down your thigh. Negan brushes past your heat, his hand skimming over your firm breasts as he rolls his thumb over your nipple. He lowers himself, groaning deeply as he takes your nipple in his mouth, running his tongue over it teasingly. Negan rises to his knees, unbuckling his belt. "Let's see just how dirty you are?" He smirks.