Coach Negan

"Come on, girls, keep your asses moving!" Negan shouts, clapping his hands together."Terri! What the fuck are you doing? Come on, you can do better than that, they're all over you!" He yells.

Negan watched the field hockey game, go from bad to worse.

"Alright, take five. But you better make damn sure your heads are in the game once we start the second half," he frowns.

"Not you, Gemma!" He shouts to a red-faced girl walking over from the running track. "You could use the exercise, keep going, sweetheart."

Negan sits down on a bleacher. Browsing through some paperwork.

"You, coach Negan?" A voice comes from behind him.

Negan stands up, and turns around. "Yes i am. And you are?"

"Katie. I just enrolled here last week," she says.

Negan looks her over. 5ft4, dark hair, fair skin. Cute. He thinks. He quickly gets himself under control. "And you're late because?" He asks frowning.

She shrugs her shoulders. "Guess I got lost."

"Yeah? Well i'll cut you some slack for today. Just don't let it happen again," he warns her.

"Gemma!" Negan shouts.

Gemma makes her way over from the track. "Coach," she says. Her breath heavy.

"Looks like you're in the game, got us an extra player," Negan says.

Gemma nods, making her way to the field, Katie not far behind her.

Negan watches Katie's ass in her little black gym shorts as she moves.

What the fuck are you doing? That's fucking jailbait right there, he thinks. Then goes about browsing his paperwork once again.

Play resumes. Negan continuously shouts curses throughout the game. Katie flicks the ball into the goal, earning a cheer from her team. But after fifteen minutes of play, she begins to tire.

"Come on, Katie! Don't lose your enthusiasm yet, we're just getting fucking started!" Negan shouts.

She glances over at him, sweat dripping down her face. "Asshole," she mutters under her breath.

"What was that? I didn't quite catch it?" Negan asks, frowning. Knowing damn well what she said.

"Nothing, coach," she says, smiling innocently. Then goes about the game.

Katie dribbles the ball. The other team close down on her, the defender taking the ball from her. Katie trips the defender with her stick. The defender face plants the ground.

Negan blows his whistle. "Katie, you're out of the game," he says

"What? Why?" She asks frowning.

"Don't give me that bullshit. You fouled her, a fucking blind guy would have struggled to miss it," he says.

Katie throws her hockey stick to the ground. "It's a shit game anyway," she sulks, walking off.

Negan grabs her arm. "Hey, you and I both know, that the only reason you did that, is because you were tiring," he says quietly.

"Like fuck I was," she curses.

"Watch your damn mouth!" He yells.

"Says you!" She snipes at him.

He stares down at her, his face red. "You just earned yourself six laps on the track. Best get at it before you miss lunch," he says.

"I don't think so," she frowns, crossing her arms against her chest.

"Wanna make it ten?" He asks, raising an eyebrow.

She huffs then walks towards the field. "Asshole," she says, under her breath.

"What was that?" He shouts.

"You know exactly what i said, same as you knew exactly what i said the last time," she replies, still walking away.

Negan grins, then gets back to the game.


Negan wins without even breaking a sweat. "Come on guys, at least give me a fucking challenge, he laughs. "Alright, who's next?" He asks, twirling the table tennis paddle in his hand.

"I can't, coach, if i'm not home by five, my mom will kill me," says one of his students.

"I wouldn't worry about your mom, she's probably busy getting jackhammered by the window cleaner," he jokes.

The others laugh.

"What you all laughing at? Least his mom's hot enough to get jackhammered by the window cleaner," he laughs.

They all fidget nervously.

"Go on then you bunch of pussies. I'll see you all tomorrow," he says.

"Seeya coach," they say in unison.

Negan leans against the table, tapping the paddle against his hand. He bites the inside of his cheek, looking out the window. He frowns as he sees a familiar figure, sitting outside smoking a cigarette. "What the fucking fuck?" Negan says, as he heads towards the double doors.


Katie sits on the low wall outside the gym, smoking a cigarette.

"Well now I know why you got tired out so quickly," Negan says, startling her a little. Negan pulls the cigarette out of her mouth.

"Hey, that's mine," she whines.

Negan holds the cigarette between his finger and thumb. "This is a disgusting habit. You know that right?" He asks, frowning. Then he tosses it away.

"Yeah, i do," she replies. Taking another from her pocket, and placing it in her mouth.

Negan grabs at it. He crumples it, then throws it away.

"That is so, not cool," she says.

"I'll tell you what's not fucking cool. You cutting your damn potential right down. Just so you can suck one of those disgusting things," Negan points out.

"What can i say? I just like putting things in my mouth and sucking on them," she smiles.

Negan stares at her for a moment. Her words making him feel a heat, deep in his crotch. "You got a smart mouth on you. But that doesn't change the fact that i was right about what i said earlier. You tripped that girl up, because you were tired. Plain and simple. And if you wasn't fucking poisoning yourself. You'd be fucking great out there," he says, sincerely.

"What are you? Gym teacher or a life coach? Jesus!" she says, rolling her eyes.

"Hey, i'm your fucking gym coach. And it's my fucking job, to get the best out of you," he says.

"Please, you're a wannabe. I saw you playing table tennis just now," Katie sneers.

"And i won every damn game," Negan says, throwing her a bemused look.

"Yeah, against a bunch of douchebags. I mean, look at you. You haven't even broke out in a sweat. I'd have you sweating all over that table," she taunts.

Negan feels his cock twitching between his thighs. He tries to compose himself. "You! Think you can beat, me?" He laughs, placing his hand on his chest.

"I don't think anything, i know," she smiles.

Negan runs a hand over his cheeks.

"Alright then. Let's see what you're fucking made of?" He grins, heading back inside.


Negan writes their names down on the board.

"Don't turn around,"Katie says.

"Why not?" Negan asks.

"Because i'm changing into my gym shorts. Give me more, manoeuvrability," she answers.

"Well at least you're taking it seriously," he chuckles.

"I'm done," Katie says.

Negan turns, looking her over briefly. Her top is low cut, and at his height, he has the perfect view. Jailbait! He thinks. "How old are you?" He asks, instantly wishing he hadn't, knowing how Pervy it sounds.

Katie smiles. "I'm nineteen. Why?" She asks.

"Erm, because i'm your fucking gym teacher and i wanted to know," he answers. "You're more than a year older than everyone else, you get kept back a year or something?" Negan teases.

Katie frowns. "If you must know, my parents both died when i was really young. My crazy aunt took me in, and pulled me out of school for almost a year. Then my other, not so crazy aunt took me in. I'd missed so much school, she decided it'd be best if I repeated the year," she says, scowling.

"Ah, shit. I'm sorry," Negan said, giving her a sympathetic look.

"I don't need your sympathy. In fact, you'll be having mine, when I kick your ass," she grins.

Negan laughs. "We'll fucking see about that."

Katie goes to the other side of the table, grabbing a paddle. "Best out of five?" She suggests.

"Sure. Fuck the professional rules off, just keep it simple, eleven points each game," he nods. He takes a coin out of his pocket. "Heads or tails?" He asks.

"Head," she says, smiling slyly.

Negan grins, then flips the coin. "Heads it is," he says.

Katie grabs the ball. "You ready?" She asks.

"Just get the fuck on with it," he grins.

Katie serves. Negan hits it back with barely a flick of his wrist. Katie then backhands it hard, sending it to the opposite side of where Negan is.

Negan's face drops.

Katie smiles. "Did I surprise you there?" She smiles.

"A little. But don't go getting fucking carried away, sweetheart. I was trying to go easy on you," he grins.

"Of course you were," she pouts, mockingly.

Negan serves, hitting it harder than before. Katie returns it. Negan hits it to her left, she misses it. "Shit!" She curses.

"Aww, don't be like that, it was a good shot," he teases.


The game stands at two all. They've been playing for what feels like hours. Two points stands between the winner, and it could go either way.

Sweat pours off the pair of them. Their grunts as they hit the ball, echoed throughout the hall.

She has surprised him. Negan is faced with the real possibility, that he might actually lose. In between serves, Negan struggles to take his eyes off her. He watches the sweat, trickling down her body. Her breasts heaving. He tries to blame that, on why he's playing so poorly. But he knows that isn't it. He's not playing poorly at all. She's just really good.

Katie looks at him. Fuck he's hot for a teacher! She thinks, as she too, watches the sweat pouring off him. His shirt is almost see through at this point, and she can see his nipples through it. That and his dark chest hair. She wonders what he looks like underneath. She'd only been with one guy before. And it hadn't been great. She was curious as to what a real man felt like.

Negan gets a point ahead, wiping the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand.

But then Katie quickly equalises.

It goes on that way, for about ten minutes.

Katie serves, a point in front. She serves hard. Negan returns it, grunting as he hits it. Then Katie backhands it. Smashing it out of his reach, winning herself the game.

"Would you look at that!" She cheers, throwing her arms in the air.

Negan throws his paddle to the ground, frustratedly. "Fuck!" He yells.

"Aww, now that isn't very sportsmanlike, is it?" She mocks.

"Hey, you barely fucking won that," he points out.

"Now there's no need to be a sore loser. I won that fair and square," Katie smiles.

He stares at her, his face reddening. "You got a fucking smart mouth on you, don't you," he says.

"Yeah, i have. What you gonna do about it?" She teases.

Negan stares at her, his breath heavy. He rushes over to her, pulling her towards him. He kisses her. Her lips moist with sweat.

Katie brings her hands up to his chest, then wraps a hand around his neck. Grasping lightly at the damp hairs.

Negan places his hands on her waist, then pulls away slowly. A pained look crosses his face. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that," he says softly.

Katie looks up at him. "Don't be sorry. I want you to kiss me. In fact, i want you to do much more than kiss me," she smiles, grabbing his hands, and pushing them down onto her ass.

"We really shouldn't. I mean, i'm your fucking teacher," he says, as he rubs his hands over her ass.

"That's right. You're my teacher. So why don't you teach me some stuff," she teases, rubbing herself against his erection.

Negan groans. "Have you done this before?" He asks.

"Yes. But i'm guessing it'll be much more fun with you," she smiles, standing on her tiptoes to kiss him.

His lips meet hers. And he gives into her, squeezing her ass. His tongue swirls over hers, and his cock twitches, as she moans into his mouth. He grabs her thighs, lifting her.

Katie wraps her legs around him, kissing him harder.

He lays her down on one of the gym mats. Hovering above her.

She moves her hips upwards, grinding against his now, solid cock.

He pushes her downwards with his own hips. Pinning her wrists with his hands. "Don't be so eager sweetheart. We got all the time in the world."

"What if someone comes by?" She asks, worriedly.

"There's no fucker around at this time. So like i said. There's no need to rush," Negan assures her. His eyes burning into hers.

He kisses her gently, running his hands down her waist. He tucks his fingers under her vest, pulling it up over her head.

Katie pulls his shirt off, and runs her hands over his back. He's slick with sweat, as is she.

Negan runs kisses over her neck, nipping gently at her shoulder, as he pulls down the straps of her bra. She arches her back, as he removes it, revealing her breasts. He rolls his tongue, teasingly over her nipple. Then he sucks at it. Negan smiles as she moans beneath him. He traces kisses, all down her stomach. Negan tucks his fingers under her shorts and panties, slowly pulling them down her legs. He runs his hands over her thighs, and his fingers brush against her clit.

She whimpers, pushing her hips up eagerly. Rubbing herself against his hand.

Negan chuckles, then lowers himself between her thighs. He kisses her lips, running his tongue all the way up to her clit. He sucks at it gently, loving the way she bucks her hips beneath him.

This is the first time someone has kissed her down there. She had no idea it would feel this good. Her legs begin to tremble, as she feels a sweet heat building. She grabs the back of his head, as she feels herself getting close.

"Negan!" She moans, as it hits her like a wave.

Negan continues sucking at her, whilst her thighs tense up against his head. He looks up at her as she comes. The corners of his mouth, twitching into a smile.

He pulls down his sports pants, his erection springing out before her.

Katie's eyes widen at the sight of it. She bites on her lip nervously. It's much larger than she had previously. The thought of how it will feel inside her, both intrigues and scares her.

He brushes his lip over hers. "You sure about this, sweetheart?" He whispers in her ear.

"Yes," she whispers.

Negan grins, as he rolls the head of his cock over her clit. He chuckles as she writhes beneath him. Then he slides into her, gently.

Katie gasps, feeling the fullness of him. She digs her fingers into his shoulders, and tenses her legs against him.

He kisses her softly, running his hand through her hair. "Fuck, you're so tight," he growls, as he slides deliciously in and out of her. He continues to go slow, knowing this is her first time with a real man. Deep inside her, he rolls his hips.

Katie moans, as he grinds against her sweet spot. She runs her hands through the back of his hair. She pushes her hips up to meet his. Rolling against them.

"That's it, sweetheart, fucking go with it," he smiles. "Fuck!" He groans, as she grinds against him.

She can feel herself getting close again. Can feel it building inside her, as her muscles tense and become hot. Then she feels it release, and it's much more intense than before. "Oh god!" Katie moans against his neck.

Negan groans, as he feels her pulsating against his cock. He slows, allowing her to ride out her orgasm. He can feel the wetness of her, relishing in it.

He stops for a moment, then pulls out of her. Katie whimpers at the feeling of emptiness. Wanting him inside her again.

Then Negan flips her over, and trails his hand down her back. He rises to his knees. Then pulls her up onto all fours. He slides into her from behind.

Katie gasps, feeling him from a whole new angle.

Negan grabs her hips pulling her towards him. He starts off slow at first. But then he builds up a quicker rhythm. Thrusting into her harder, with each pump. He looks down at his dick, seeing it covered in her juices. "You like that, sweetheart?" He growls.

"Yes! Harder!" She begs.

Negan smiles, as he pounds into her harder. He spanks her lightly, and she twitches against his cock, making him groan. "Fuck! You're a dirty girl aren't you," he pants.

"Yes! Negan! Oh god!" She cries, as she comes again.

Negan slams into her relentlessly as she pulsates against him. Then as he feels himself nearing his own release, he pulls out of her. He strokes himself, and shoots his hot load all over her ass. "Oh, fuck!" He moans, closing his eyes, as his cock goes through its own spasms. He runs the head of his dick over her ass, as he squeezes out his last bit of cum. Then he falls onto his back beside her, breathing heavily.

Katie turns to him. "That was amazing!" She smiles. "I don't think anyone, can ever compare to that."

Negan smiles. "It was, pretty fucking awesome. But you're young. You've got plenty of fucks ahead of you," he grins.

She smiles at him, then frowns a little. "My ass is all sticky."

"Yeah, you'll get used to that," Negan chuckles.

He leans forward, grabbing a handkerchief from his pants pocket. "Here," he says, handing it to her.

Katie cleans herself up, and goes about getting dressed.

Negan does the same.

"I guess i should get going, i got a ton of homework to do," she smiles.

"That sounds so wrong, coming out of the mouth of someone i just fucked," Negan jokes.

Katie laughs. "I guess i'll see you tomorrow in gym," she smiles.

Negan places his hand under her chin, tilting her head upwards. He gently kisses her lips. "Fuck yeah you will. And you better not play dirty again, or else you'll disappoint me," he whispers.

"Well I wouldn't want to disappoint you," she smiles. Then she heads for the doors.

"Katie!" He shouts, just as she reaches the doors.

"Yeah?" She says, turning towards him.

"Don't let me catch you smoking again, or i'll come down hard on your ass," he smiles.

"See that's just making me want to smoke. If you want me to quit, you should do the opposite," Katie smiles, then walks out the doors.