Negan X Reader|Roommates|Chapter 5
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You and Negan wake from your drunken slumber. You both gather your thoughts and how to go forth after what happened the night before. One of you is ready to take it to the next level while the other is feeling unsure. Do you finally realize, and decide to give in? Or do you continue playing this little game? Time will tell.I opened my eyes slightly before closing them rapidly as the light from the window stung them. I was turned over on my side with my knee bent while my other leg lay stretched out. Another leg was intertwined between mine… Last night I only had two legs so this and the arm around me has my mind racing. I felt a hairy arm around my waist, and something solid poking the small of my back.
‘What did we do last night!?’ I thought to myself in a panic.
I frantically lifted the blanket to see if I still had my boy shorts on. To my relief I was still completely clothed.
‘Thank god.’ I thought to myself.
I slowly pick up Negan’s arm to move it from around my waist. He groans as he turns over on his back. I lift the blanket up to look and see what that thing poking me was and sure enough, there was his massive wood standing straight up, pitching a family size tent in his pants.
I clear my throat trying to wake him. To no avail I shake him, “Negan! Hey! Wake up, it’s morning.” He shifts his head on his pillow before turning to me and slowly opening his sleep filled eyes. He wipes the crust from the corner of his tear ducts, “Good morning, doll,” he says with a low rugged voice.
“Uh, good morning. Why am I here… in your bed?!” I ask lifting my hands up, waiting for an explanation. I remembered some of last night: The party, my sickness, and then… the couch. I definitely don’t regret it, but I’m feeling a tad embarrassed. I let the alcohol drown my better judgment.
Negan laughs while turning on his side and propping himself up on his elbow. “Well princess, after our little rendezvous on the fucking couch, you passed the fuck out. Being the gentleman that I am, I carried you and put you into bed. I wanted to be able to watch over you,” he smirks while his hand rubs my covered thigh.
I look at him confused, since we both have our own beds to sleep in. “If I remember correctly this is a two bedroom apartment so….” I look at him with squinted eyes.
“Well, if you’d clean your fucking room every now and then, I would’ve been able to put you in your fucking bed. That place is full of fucking landmines, I didn’t want to risk tripping and fucking dropping you.”
“Oh. Yeah, I guess I could understand that being how you also were drunk. Thank you Negan, you’re a great friend.”
Yet friends normally don’t hump each other. I quietly think to myself.
Negan smirks and lifts himself from the bed, and scoots to his headboard before looking at me with a coy smile, and furrowed brows. “I wasn’t drunk last night. I sobered up after my shower… You on the other hand were a bit tipsy. I knew what the fuck I was doing. I clearly remember how you were begging for my cock. It took every fucking ounce of control in me not to fuck you, like you wanted me to.” He laughs while bringing his slender fingers to his beard and lips fingering them.
My eyes widen and I feel so embarrassed at my horny behavior. What he’s saying is true! I can’t deny that!
“Yeah, I um… I don’t know what came over me, but thank you for not taking advantage of me.”
He smiles and asks, “Fuck no! That’s some shit I would not do. Are you silently saying that, you don’t regret what happened?”
I look into his curious eyes and choose my words carefully not wanting to lead him on,“Um… No I don’t regret it, it was just dry humping. I mean it felt great, but it’s not like we had sex.” I laughed nervously before dropping my head slightly.
I feel his eyes burning into me as his hand descends and begins raising my chin so that my eyes are steady with his, “Baby doll, I fucking love playing with you, but my balls are getting fucking heavy. I need some release, and I’m not going to pressure you because that’s not fucking me, but I don’t use my fucking hands so⎯”
“Oh Negan!”, I interrupt him understanding where this is going, “We are not together so if you need to call one of your little friends, I completely understand. You don’t need my permission.”
He laughs and rests his head against the headboard before running his tongue across his bottom lip, “I wasn’t fucking asking you. I was about to tell you, no hard feelings when I decide to fuck someone else.”
Hearing him actually say those words plunge daggers into my gut. I suddenly feel absolutely disgusted. Not by his behavior, because he’s a 51 year old guy who’s been fucking left and right whenever, and whoever he wants. It’s just hearing him say it, and thinking about him fucking someone else who isn’t me.
Dammit why am I such a pussy! Why can’t I just do it! I think to myself.
Suddenly I’m brought from my mind as Negan gets up from the bed. “Where are you going?” I ask him.
He turns to me as he is still walking, “You didn’t hear the fucking doorbell ring? Damn doll you must have a crazy fucking hangover, or maybe you’re just still in fucking heaven from that orgasm I gave you last night,” he winks at me and continues to the door.
He’s right… I’m all up in my head thinking about the past few days. A lot of shit has happened. The flirting has gotten heavier, his finger fucked me, and he humped me until I fucking exploded! What has he gotten out of this? Nothing…. Just bringing me pleasure, but instead of pressuring me into sex he just… Puts those frustrations somewhere else.
God he’s fucking amazing, I continue thinking to myself as I get up from his bed and walk towards the living room. I walk in just as he closes the door and notice a barbed wire baseball bat over his bare shoulder.
“What the fuck is that?” I ask curiously, and kind of afraid.
“Oh this? This is Lucille and she is awesome!” he says as he stands in front of me still shirtless and donning the bat over his shoulder while a smirk is curled on his lips, “I bought it online from one of those crazy fucking websites, that talks about the end of the world and fucking zombies. I thought she was cool as fuck so I bought her and named her Lucille.”
I raise my brows and shake my head, “Alrighty then! Well, it might come in handy if one of your bimbos goes crazy for you.” I laugh.
Negan snaps his body back and twists his torso before setting Lucille down against the coat rack by the door. He rests his pointer above his top lip, “Speaking of bimbos, I gotta give Monica a call and see what she has going on tonight.”
“Monica? You must really like her.” I say as I run my hands through my hair, getting a few strands out of my face.
A smirk glides across his face and he walks up to me. He tilts his head as he rolls his warm tongue across the bottom of his lip, “No… The woman I fucking like is unavailable right now,” he makes an ‘oh well gesture’ with his hand, “Plus me and Monica had a small fucking disagreement so I’m sure she’s still heated, and that fucking means she’ll be more than fucking able to handle what I’ve got to unleash.” He winks before sucking through his teeth and smiling.
I feel heat flow up my spine as I quietly choke on jealousy and disappointment, “Oh, that makes sense.” I say showcasing a small forced smile.
He stares at me trying to read my expression. I just stare back at him vaguely trying not to let my jealousy show.
He lets out a short guttural laugh in his throat before raising his brows and turning around on his heels and walking slowly to his room.
as I watch his naked back, and broad shoulders slightly sway as he walks away from me, I begin to feel a pang of regret seeping into my conscience.
Sex or no sex I’m completely jealous that he will be spending his time somewhere else. He is going to unleash his rope of lust inside someone else. There’s nothing that I can do about it.
Hours have passed since Negan and I had a steady conversation last night. He left on his ‘date’ 45 minutes ago before throwing his black jacket on and telling me not to wait up.
I lay in bed staring at the ceiling fan twirling, as I feel cloaked with regret, frustration and sadness. I’m so pissed off at myself that I won’t just let myself have it… Have him…
I can’t lie, hearing him talk about someone else shot darts into my heart, totally deflating my ego. Yep that’s right, my heart. I let my sanity slip away from me and I’ve come to realize that I like Negan more than I’ve lead on. Shit… I may even… How is that possible?! How can I love him when⎯
I turn over on my side feeling annoyed by the conclusion I’ve drawn. My stomach begins to do black flips as my mind mentions the ‘L’ word. I can’t sit here and allow myself the missed opportunity of having something that I want.
I realize that I have to let him know. He needs to know that I want to be with him. I need him. I can’t wait until his date is over because it could be too late. What if he falls for Monica? What if he’s gets tired of playing these games?
I quickly jump from my miserable state and grab my phone from the nightstand. I scroll until I find ‘Negan’ and I call him, before hanging up quickly.
“Shit!” I say aloud to myself, “He’s on a date dumbass! What the fuck are you going to say? ‘Oh, hi Negan, can you pull your dick out and come home so I can confess that I finally WANT YOU!’ Good one.”
Just as I finish talking to myself I feel my phone begin to vibrate and music starts playing… It’s Negan, that’s his ringtone! ♪♫I am not ashamed anymore, I want something so impure. You better invest now, watching my dress now fall to the floor. Crawling underneath my skin, sweet talk with a hint of sin, begging you to take me. Devil underneath your grin, sweet thing, but she play to win, heaven gonna hate me.♪♫
I compose my nervousness, and thoughts before answering the phone, “Hey…” my elongated pronunciation answers.
“You rang, doll?” He asks in a sexy rugged tone.‘God he sounds so good over the phone. I swallow into the phone trying to think up a reason. A reason to get him on his way, but shit it could be too late. FUCK!’ I think to myself.
“Yeah shit, I’m sorry! I hope I didn’t interrupt you.”
“No, not yet, but a few more minutes and you fucking would have!” He says back to me in a matter of fact tone.
I think to myself, ‘Ok.. He hasn’t fucked her yet! Now I just need to totally demolish their whole fucking fuck fest plan, if I can think of something.’
Suddenly, I hear Monica’s voice and Negan tells her it’s me on the line. My devilish tendencies finally rise within me and it hits me…
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but I’m feeling like I did last night… I was getting out of the bathtub and almost fainted! If the towel rack wouldn’t have caught me, I would’ve bloodied my nose instead of just twisting my ankle!”
“Oh fuck doll! Are you okay?” Negan asks sounding worried.
“Actually, that’s why I called. I can’t move… ohh ouch!” I acted as if I touched my ankle in agony, “If I need to call Amber I will, but I think I should get it looked at, before heading to the ER.” I wait patiently hoping he decides to LEAVE HER… if not my plan has failed and everything will be fucked up.
“I’ll just come home. Amber is a fucking ditz and won’t know what she’s looking at.” I hear him talking to Monica, “Y|N fainted and twisted her fucking ankle. I gotta get her to the ER. I’ll come back and take care of you later darlin’.”
I gag silently and roll my eyes. “Thank you Negan! Thank you, please hurry, it hurts so bad!” I whimper and put on. I deserve an academy award for this one. I think to myself with a grin on my face.
“Alright doll, I’m on my way.”
The phone disconnects. I jump to my feet and decide to shower real quick. I put my hair in a shower cap because honestly it’s looking fabulous right now. My hair has the beachy tousled look happening and I want to keep it.
As I shower I hope to myself that Negan isn’t angry once he finds out that I lied to him. I mean… He’s a no bullshit kind of guy, but honestly he should be delighted that I’m ready to do this!
I quickly lather up and shave areas that need some attention. ‘It’s going to be her first appearance so, she’s gotta be on point,’ I think to myself as I shave my womanhood trimming the small patch of hair that I have on my mound.
I finish my shower and when I get out I spray my favorite scent, ‘Sweet Pea’ from Bath and Body Works, over every inch of my skin. I lotion my arms and legs with the same scent. I focus on every inch and crevice so that I’m silky smooth. I put on my most sexy set of lingerie, which is my black lace panties and matching bra. This bra gives my breasts the best cleavage!
I’m smelling so delicious, and feeling so fresh and vibrant! I grab my pink cotton robe that’s hanging on the hook of my bedroom door and put it on. I check myself out in the mirror adjusting my robe and hair. I give the robe a loose tie so that my breasts peek a boo just a bit.
All of a sudden I start to feel nervous about my little lie. ‘God, what if he does get pissed off! He was about to get lucky and then I just ruined it for my own selfish desires.’ I palm my face with my hand as doubt creeps over me.
“I got it!” I say to myself out loud, as I fall to the middle of my bedroom floor. I think to myself, ‘I’ll just sit here until he comes and act like I really am hurt and then he’ll find that nothing’s wrong and I’ll be like “Oh well false alarm!” and he’ll just think I’m being a drama queen.’
“Oh shit! The lights!” I get up really quick to dim the lamps in my room. I find a couple handkerchiefs I used to put into my hair and throw them over the lamp shades. All of a sudden, I hear the front door open and Negans voice cuts through the air.
I quickly run and fall back into place. My heart is beating so loud I hear nothing but the flutters of my heart as I hear his feet shuffling. The moment of truth is on it’s way. I am nervous out of my mind… “I’m in here!” I gussy up the words. I watch his shadow disappear as he appears in my doorway.
In a smooth guttural tone, accompanied with a smooth sexy smile he says, “Why hello doll… Did the little lamb hurt herself?” His gentle dark eyes sending waves of tension in my direction.It’s all or nothing…
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