Neighbours know my name (Negan x reader)
Summary: you’ve always had a crush on your older neighbour, Negan. Little do you know, he shares the same attraction. One night at dinner, Negan makes good on your alone time
Warnings: age gap (reader is 18 so all legal things), smut, lil bit of anal somethin, vaginal sex, dirty talk, light spanking, light choking, nsfw gifs, far-fetched porn plot, it’s filth so don’t say you weren’t warned
It’s not like your a pervert or anything. It’s not like you go out of your way to spy on the man. But, if he’s in his driveway, working on his car in those low slung jeans - like he is this morning - there’s nothing wrong with admiring. The man is a fucking specimen, and he always looks like a snack. It doesn’t help that he’s always low-key flirting with you either.
It’s not like your obsessed.
The bathroom door connected to your room opens up, and you hastily fling the curtains of your window seat back into place. Turning around, you see Dan come out, towel slung low on his hips, chest still glistening with water.