Negan Drabbles

Daddy.

You watch as the saviors leave the room, Negan still sitting at the table, rubbing his temples. He barely looks up as you enter, his brows furrowed as he looks over a set of plans.

"You look tense," you smile, making your way over to him.

"Tense is a bit of a fucking understatement," he frowns, rummaging through the papers.

Resting your hands on his shoulders, your mouth brushes against his ear. "You need me to help you relax?"

He shakes his head. "Sorry, baby. I got shit to do."

"You sure about that, Daddy?" You whisper, nibbling his earlobe.

Negan groans, bringing his arm round and pulling you onto his lap. "Fuck! I love it when you call me that, baby," he smiles, biting on your bottom lip. "Gets my dick hard as steel, you feel that?"

He grabs your hips, his erection rubbing against your heat. Your fingers slide beneath his waistband, curling through the trail of hairs over his pubic bone. You go to withdraw your hand, teasing him, but he grabs your wrist firmly.

"Don't fucking tease me, that's my job," he smirks, running his tongue over his lip.

"I wouldn't tease you, Daddy," you smile seductively, reaching into his boxers and stroking your hand over his throbbing cock. You moan as he twitches against your fingers.

"Show me what a dirty fucking girl you are," he groans, nipping at your neck.

"Yes, Daddy," you smile, getting up off his lap and kneeling on the floor.