T is for Turn Ons

Negan is a very sexual man, and it doesn't usually take too much to get him in the mood for some down and dirty fucking. Whether you're dressed up in fancy lingerie or wearing a sweaty t-shirt and jeans, Negan still finds you sexy. The first time you spent the night in his bed, you woke up in a panic, not wanting him to see your tangled hair or smell your morning breath. You tried to sneak out of the bed, but Negan was having none of that. He reeled you back in, chuckling when you hid your face behind nervous hands, and joking, "The fuck you hiding for, doll?" He then proceeded to show you just how little he cared about your imperfections, his hard cock showcasing proof that he didn't need you poised and polished to want to fuck you.

Sometimes all you have to do is walk past him, and you can tell by the darkening of his eyes that he's turned on. The sway of your hips and curve of your ass walking away from him are like a magnet, drawing him after you, so that he can shove you into the nearest empty room and get his hands on your curves. He even told you once that the sound of your laugh made his dick hard, causing you to blush and act embarrassed, although you secretly loved that something so simple, something so joyful, was an aphrodisiac to him.

Over the months, you had tried to pinpoint what Negan's biggest turn ons were. To figure out what moves or phrases or clothing would spark his desire the fastest. But you had found that it wasn't necessarily anything specific that you did or said. And it wasn't a certain body part or a particular type of clothing. No, surprisingly enough, the thing that turned Negan on the most, was plain and simply, you.