Author's Note: This was fun to write. It has a different structure in the beginning, but regardless, I enjoyed it! Also, can y'all feel the attraction between these two? My god. I can't wait for this story to develop even more ;-)


Taylor hounded you all night with the details about open gym. She was expecting to see you come into the apartment with a sullen look, but was surprised to see that you were actually smiling and biting your lower lip which was something that you did when men were involved.

"All right. Spill," she said, grabbing a slice of pizza.

"Nothing happened. It went great."

"You're lying. You met someone. It's written all over your face!"

You blushed which didn't help cover up your lie. "The coach… He's hot. We exchanged numbers."

"Okay, but how hot?"

"Does it matter? You like women," you scoffed.

"Hey, I will appreciate any damn good looking person that I see. Man or woman. Now, how hot?"

You cleared your throat. You had gotten close with Taylor since moving in with her and neither of you had boundaries. In fact, you both were much more open with one another than you were with your long-time best friends. You and Taylor could talk about sex and your experiences without her having to judge you and vice versa.

It was a very trusting and open friendship.

"Like… Bend me over your knee and spank me kind of hot," you blushed.

"Oh my god. I've got to see how he looks like. When are tryouts?"

"Taylor, no. You can't come!"

"Why not? I can check out your potential boyfriend while I look for someone I can take home with me too," she winked.

"Taylor… Seriously. No."

"How about I go for support?" she nudged.

"Nope."

"Well, I'm going regardless. I figured I'd be nice and ask first."

You rolled your eyes, hearing your phone begin to ring. As you glanced at the number, it wasn't familiar but you knew it had to be Negan.

"That's him, isn't it? Very persistent. I told you. You looked hot," Taylor laughed.

You stood from the couch and grabbed the plush pillow, tossing it at her head which she easily dodged. "I'm going to go to my room."

"You going to have some phone sex with him?" she winked.

"Taylor!"

"Okay, okay. I'm done. For now."

You walked into your room and closed the door, thankful that the walls were sound proof. You entered your bathroom and answered the phone, putting it on speaker as you ran yourself a bath.

"Hello?" you answered.

"Well, fuck. You actually gave me your real number." It was Negan and you couldn't help but smile at the sound of his voice filtering your small bathroom.

"What do you take me as? A liar?" you teased.

"No, I just thought you were pullin' my leg and shit saying that you were just as interested as I am. I mean, we do have a significant age gap and -"

"That doesn't mean anything to me. I can guarantee you that I am very much into you, age gap or not."

Negan smirked, "That so?"

"Very much."

"Well, I just wanted to see if you actually gave me your number. I'm glad you did, doll. I better let you get some sleep," he said.

"Oh, going so soon?"

He chuckled. "Going to miss me, is that it?"

"That depends. Are you going to miss me?" you smiled, stripping from your clothes and entering the water-filled tub. You set your phone on the ground near the tub and shut your eyes, imagining Negan.

"Oh, doll, I'm already fucking missing you."

You grinned, sighing contentedly. "That was sweet."

"Is that surprising?"

"Kind of."

"I don't know if I should take that as a fucking insult or not," he laughed.

"Maybe you should," you giggled.

"I'll call you tomorrow or something. I'm sure open gym kicked your ass today," Negan teased.

"Uh huh. You did say you were going to work us day in and day out."

"Oh, doll, you don't even know the half of it."

You smiled, "Okay, Negan. I'll talk to you tomorrow."

"Tryouts are tomorrow night. I'll see you then as well."

Once the call ended, you settled back into the tub and relaxed. You didn't expect that attending open gym was also going to be another way for you to meet someone that you couldn't take your mind off. You had just met Negan and yet, he was occupying all of your thoughts. It was going to be difficult to have him as a coach if you made the team.


The following morning, you were waken up with a few unread messages from Negan. Having a day off from work and school, you decided that it was best to clean around the apartment before you had to try out for the basketball team this evening. However, it was taking a lot in you to be a "good girl" and maintain a neutral conversation with Negan through text.

Negan: Hey. Morning.

Negan: Ready for tonight?

You: That sounds very inappropriate and very wrong. Oh, and good morning.

Negan: You just woke up and your mind is already in the fucking gutter? Shit, girl. What were you dreaming about? ;-)

You: I bet you'd like to know…

Negan: As a matter of fact, I do. Now, go on. Tell me.

You: Maybe after breakfast. I've got some chores to do around the apartment before tonight and I can't have any distractions.

Negan: You callin' me a distraction? I think that's a good fucking thing. Must mean that you've got me on your mind. Now, why don't you tell me what it is that's on your mind, doll?

You: Nope. I'm getting up right now. I probably won't reply for a while.

Negan: Send me a pic? ;-)

You: That depends. Will you send me one too?

Negan: Of course. It's only fair, right?

You bit your lower lip as you climbed out of bed. You were clad in a white tank-top and black boyshorts. The tank-top was almost sheer with just the right amount of light, so you walked into the bathroom and faced the camera to the mirror as you stood in front of it. Snapping a photo, you quickly sent it to Negan. You were sure he could see everything from your diaphanous top.

Not a minute later, Negan sent another text.

Negan: Okay. Fuck. I wasn't actually expecting a picture.

You: Don't tell me you aren't going to send me one? :-(

Negan: I'll send you one right now. When you get it, let me know what the fuck you're thinking, doll.

You felt your heart beat against your chest at the anticipation of this photo. You kept your finger pressed on the screen to keep it lit and when Negan's photo finally delivered to your phone, you almost dropped it on the floor.

He was clad in a towel that was hanging low around his hips, revealing the trail of hair that disappeared underneath it. Your eyes drifted to his broad chest, taking note of the hair that littered his beautiful body. You noticed the tattoos that painted his skin and lastly, you saw his dimpled grin with his hair dampened and slicked back.

He was fucking hot.

Negan: Doll? You still there?

You: What? Yeah. Sorry.

Negan: Like what you see?

You: ...Yes. I really do.

Negan: How about you let me come over and I'll help you clean? ;-)

You: If you come over, we aren't cleaning.

Negan: Then what is it that we're going to do, doll?

You: Fuck.

Negan: Shit. Straight to the fucking point. I like that.

You: But sadly, you aren't coming over.

Negan: And why the fuck not?

You: Well, one: I'm not that type of girl, and two: you're a coach at the university, Negan. We can't do that.

Negan: I'm pretty damn good at keeping secrets. As for being that type of girl, who says I think of you that way?

You: We just met. You don't know me.

Negan: I'd like to.

You: You just want to get in my pants.

Negan: Well, you aren't lying there, but I'd also like to get to fucking know you, doll.

You: How about you tell me something about you and then I'll do the same?

Negan: You're serious?

You: All right then, bye.

Negan: Okay, okay. Fuck. I used to be married.

You: Wow. Pulling out all the stops. What happened?

Negan: She died. Of cancer. Your turn.

You looked at his message. You hadn't meant to bring up some bad memories. So, instead, you decided to invite him over.

You: I've got a thing for older men. Now, come over.

Negan quickly changed into his usual black pants, white t-shirt, and black leather jacket. Slipping into his boots, Negan grabbed his helmet, keys, wallet and phone and headed to your apartment. He didn't know what was going to happen, but he did put some condoms into his wallet just in case.

The ride to your apartment didn't last more than fifteen minutes. When he pulled up, he glanced at his phone to see if the number matched the one he was directly standing in front of. As he made sure of it, Negan brought a hand up to knock on the door and ring the doorbell twice.

He cleared his throat when you opened the door. You were wearing the same exact thing you were wearing when you sent the photo this morning, except you had put a bra on and your hair was tied into a messy ponytail.

"Hi," he smiled.

"Come in," you said, opening the door for him.

Negan removed his helmet and stepped inside, glancing around the apartment for a moment. He turned his attention back to you and allowed his eyes to rake over your body, licking his lips slowly.

"I'm home alone until tonight. Do you want some coffee?"

Negan nodded, "I'd love some."

He allowed you to walk into the kitchen, deciding to sit at the couch and wait for you. He was being a complete gentleman which wasn't likely for him. Maybe he thought he was being pitied because you found out about his dead wife; he just hoped that you didn't bring up the conversation. That wound was still fresh.

After five minutes, you walked back into the living room and handed him a cup of coffee. You set yours down onto the small table nearby and sat next to him, bringing your legs up onto the couch.

"So, you like older men?" he asked, grinning mischievously.

"Maybe," you teased.

Negan rolled his eyes, sipping carefully at the coffee. He glanced at you and hesitantly reached over. His hand grazed your leg and you cleared your throat, wondering what he was going to do next. However, he pulled back and flashed you the remote, turning his attention onto the television in front of him to power on.

You sighed, grabbing your mug and watching him carefully. When he settled on the news channel, Negan turned his head to look over at you.

"Something on your mind?" he asked.

"Your wife died of cancer… I'm sorry."

Negan cleared his throat. "I don't want to talk about it, okay?"

You nodded in understanding and reached out to place a hand on his forearm. "I just want to apologize for bringing it up. I didn't mean to. If I had known -"

"But you didn't, so it isn't your fault."

You bit your lower lip, deciding to drop the conversation and remove your hand from Negan's arm. Though, he inched closer to you and draped his own arm around your shoulders, glancing down at you to see if it was all right. As you scooted closer, he grinned and relaxed. He didn't know what was to come about this spontaneous visit, but he enjoyed your presence regardless.

"You said you were going to help me clean," you began.

"And you said if I did visit, we wouldn't be cleaning. We would be fucking and since I'm not balls deep inside of you yet, I think we have to change it. Don't you?" he smirked.

You licked your lower lip, looking up at him with an innocent bat of your eyes. "Hm…"

"Oh, don't give me that look. It's just going to make me harder than I already am," Negan chuckled.

"Y - You're hard? Already?"

He smirked, "With you dressed like that, doll, it wasn't that difficult. I mean, why don't you sit on my lap and have a feel?"

You cleared your throat, dropping your eyes to his pants and noticing the growing bulge beneath the fabric. You weren't used to this. You didn't participate in one night stands and you were more of a woman who liked commitment with meaningful sex, but Negan was different. You found yourself wanting to pounce him without a thought of the consequences that may happen afterwards.

Negan had sex appeal and for a woman who liked older men, he was the epitome of what you wanted in a partner. He was confident, even ridiculously so, but he was also humble to an extent. You had just met him, yet you felt like you knew him your entire life.

He was watching you carefully, setting his mug down next to yours. When he sat back down, Negan reached out and placed you onto his lap, straddling him with your legs apart and your throbbing heat dangerously placed above his bulge.

"Feel that?" he asked.

You nodded, licking your lips as you moved your hands to rest on his shoulders. "I do…"

Negan smiled, noticing how your eyes drifted from his face down to his lap. He knew that you were a bit hesitant, but that didn't mean that you didn't want this. As he felt the roll of your hips, Negan's hands on your hips tightened and a small groan escaped his lips.

"You're going to make me feel like a horny teenage boy and make me cream in my fucking pants if you keep doing that," he growled.

You giggled, leaning forward to press your lips against his. He hummed in approval, slowly lifting his hands underneath your tank-top to feel your soft skin against his fingertips. Your hips, however, continued to roll against his own. You were grinding against the large bulge that created just the right amount of friction for a moan to escape your lips.

With the unexpected noise, Negan took this opportunity to slide his tongue into your opened mouth. You whimpered, parting your lips even further as your tongues began a passionate tango with one another. Negan cupped a breast, squeezing it into the pit of his palm as you ground your hips against him once more before pulling away.

You both were panting heavily, staring at each other with lust-filled eyes.

"What do you want, doll?"

"I don't know…" you answered honestly.

Negan nodded in understanding, removing his hand from underneath your tank-top and set you back down next to him. He adjusted himself and tried to think of various things that would make his throbbing erection disappear.

"Not ready yet?" he asked.

You shrugged, "I just - I meant it when I said I don't usually do this. I don't meet a guy and then hook up with them. It's different. This is different to me."

"Then I'll wait," he replied immediately. "I'll wait until you're ready or until you pounce me yourself. It'll happen."

"What makes you so sure?"

"Well, you keep glancing down at my fucking dick for one… You feel how big it was?"

You widened your eyes, feeling the wetness rush down to your sex, staining your panties. You gently smacked his chest, rolling your eyes nonchalantly. "I've had bigger," you teased.

Negan narrowed his eyes, "Not until you've had me, baby."

You licked your lips slowly, watching as Negan's eyes drifted to watch. Slowly, he leaned forward and gently nipped at your lower lip, moving his lips across your jawline and down to the side of your neck. His beard grazed your soft skin, causing a quiet moan to leave your lips. Negan was right. You were going to pounce him one way or another.

"Negan…" you moaned, gently resting your hands on his chest and pushing him away slowly.

Negan chuckled, pulling back. "Well fuck, doll. I think I want to hear you moan my name all the goddamn time."

You looked into his eyes and smiled, leaning forward to hover your lips against his. "And I want your hands all over me, but we'll have to wait." You stood from the couch and walked into the kitchen to set your coffee in the fridge to save for later. Negan, however, decided to follow you.

Your back was turned to him and he took this chance to allow his eyes to run over your backside. The boyshorts were riding up and giving him a perfect view of your toned legs and plump backside. With a few strides, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed himself against you from behind.

"You've got a nice fucking ass," he whispered into your ear.

You shivered, pushing back against him which only made him groan in return. His slender fingers pointed downwards and he decided to splay his hands against your front as the tips of his fingers grazed your sex.

"Negan…"

"Fuck, I love the way you say my name." he smirked, pulling away and running his hands down your butt, squeezing it gently. "And I can't wait until I can fuck you on all fours so I can see this ass bounce against my dick."

"Damn it, your choice of words…" you whimpered.

"You like it," he grinned.

"I do… I really do."

Negan made it obvious that he was undressing you with his eyes, but he forced himself to abide by your wishes and wait until you were ready. "I better get going. I've got a lot to do back at the school before tryouts tonight. I'm seeing you there, right?"

You nodded, "Of course. I'll be there."

"Wear something skimpy."

You laughed, "Maybe in the bedroom."

"You're teasin' me, doll."

"I know. It's fun," you giggled.

"I'd bend you over that counter and slap your ass until it turns pink, so I'd be careful if I were you."

"That doesn't sound like a punishment whatsoever, Negan."

He growled, "You minx. I'm going to leave before I fucking take you where you stand."

You smiled, blushing deeply. "I'll see you later."

Negan walked to the front door with his helmet in hand, turning around to wrap a free arm around your waist. He pulled you roughly against his chest and leaned down to kiss you slowly, yet passionately. When he heard you whimper, he pulled away and winked.

"See you tonight."


Later that night, Taylor accompanied you to your tryouts. You had told her what transpired while she was at work and was disappointed that she missed the show. Now, she couldn't wait to see what Negan looked like if it was causing you to break your own rule about having meaningless, amazing sex.

"He must be really hot if you don't mind not being in a relationship to have sex with him," Taylor said, driving to the school.

"He is. His mouth too… My god, Taylor. He's older, much older, but he's sexy."

Taylor grinned, "I can't wait to see how this stud looks. He needs my approval first."

"Of course," you laughed.

Once she parked the gar in the parking lot of the gym, you climbed out and draped your sports bag over your shoulder. You could hear the dribbling of balls from outside and loud chatter, but you tried to calm your nerves.

As you walked in, your eyes immediately searched for Negan. He wasn't there. You sighed disappointingly and sat at the bleachers with Taylor, pulling on your basketball shoes.

"Okay. One girl's checking me out and I am certainly doing the same," Taylor grinned.

"Taylor, stop," you rolled your eyes and smiled.

"What? I can't help that I'm just so irresistible," she winked.

"All right, all right. I'll let you work your magic, but only after tryouts, okay?"

She smiled, "You're the best."

Suddenly, Negan entered the gym wearing a white t-shirt and black sweatpants with tennis shoes. He looked much more laid back than he did back at your apartment, but the only thing you were imagining was his naked form and the feel of his bulge from earlier.

"Holy fuck," Taylor said. "I think I just became straight," she teased.

You rolled your eyes, gently punching her arm. "Hey, he's mine."

"I'm only joking, but he is sexy. He's got this rugged look going on and he's totally eye-fucking you right now," Taylor commented. "He's checking your ass out."

You bit your lower lip, glancing over your shoulder to see Negan's eyes trained on you. He winked before turning his attention elsewhere.

"I think he found his MVP," Taylor joked.

"I can't believe I actually let you come with me," you sighed, stretching your limbs.

"Oh come on. You know you feel a bit better with me here."

"You're right," you smiled.

Once you heard the blow of the whistle, you waved to Taylor and joined the group that surrounded Negan. His eyes swept the different faces, but he always made sure to pay extra attention to you.

Throughout the tryouts, you put your all into every drill. You didn't only want to impress Negan, but you also wanted to show your future teammates that you were just as good and able to play alongside them. By the third water break, you were dripping from sweat and you decided to pull off your tank-top to remain clad in a sports bra, shorts, and basketball shoes.

Taylor, however, winked at you. "Taking that off because you're hot or because you're trying to get someone's attention?"

"Taylor…"

"Okay, trying to get someone's attention. Got it," she laughed.

"I'm going to kill you when we get home."

"Sounds exciting," she teased.

With the latter half of tryouts in tow, you managed to make a few new friends. They were nice and very humble about their skill which made it easy to get along with them. You didn't like when people were cocky about their ability to play sports. After the last scrimmage, Negan called the tryouts to an end and notified each and every one of them that the results would be up within the next few days, if not tomorrow.

As the girls dispersed, you exchanged numbers with a few of them and even brought the same girl that was ogling Taylor back to the bleachers where she was sitting. They quickly hit it off and you smiled; you never understood how easily it was for Taylor to act normal in front of someone that thought she was attractive.

"I'm grabbing dinner with her. Do you mind driving back home?" Taylor winked.

"Sure, yeah. Be safe, okay?"

"Always. Oh, and good job out there. You were kicking ass," she smiled, giving you a tight hug before following the girl out of the gym.

You sighed, looking around the empty court and placing Taylor's keys in your bag. Now that you were alone, you grabbed a basketball and dribbled it expertly, walking to the hoop and taking a shot. When it made a quiet swish, you heard the sound of clapping. Quickly turning your head, you noticed Negan with an amused grin on his lips.

"Good job tonight," he said. "I think you're in."

"I hope you're saying that because I really am good and not because you want me," you sighed.

Negan rolled his eyes, walking towards you. "Believe me. You're going to be our secret weapon. No one in the league will know who you are, doll. Once we put you in, you're going to beat the holy hell out of each team. You're the reason why we may make it to the fucking championships this year," he answered honestly.

You blushed, biting your lower lip. "You mean that?"

"Whole-fucking-heartedly. I wouldn't lie to you, even if I wanted to get into your pants. I told you I'd wait and I will do just that," he smiled. "You heading home?"

"Yeah. I'm in need of a shower."

Negan smirked, taking in your features. "Do you know how difficult it was for me to keep it cool while you were wearing just that? I mean, watching you remove your tank-top was one thing, but seeing you play so fucking well in that get-up? I'm practically suffering from a case of fucking blue balls."

You laughed quietly, shaking your head. "You and your colorful language…"

"It's true. Help me with my problem?" he winked.

"And how do you propose I do that?"

"Just because we can't have sex, doll, doesn't mean that there aren't other ways to come," he smirked.

"Good point, but still, I'm not ready."

He sighed, nodding in understanding. "Well, I can't control what I feel around you, so maybe you'll have to deal with my vulgarity and my dick that is so eager to meet you."

"Fine with me. You headin' home?"

Negan nodded. "Yeah. My dick is currently throbbing at the sight of you, so I've got to reacquaint myself with my hand."

You laughed quietly, following him out of the gym. "Well, I hope you have fun with that, Negan."

"It'd be better if someone helped," he winked.

"All in due time… I promise."

At Taylor's car, you unlocked it and placed your bag inside. Negan looked down at you and tucked a few strands of hair behind your ear, kissing your forehead lightly.

"Drive safe," he said softly.

"You too…"

"Call me later, all right?"

You nodded, hugging him tightly. "I'll talk to you later, Negan."

"In all seriousness, doll, you did a really good fucking job tonight. You impressed me more so than you did the other night. I'm sure the other girls feel the same way," he nodded.

"Thank you, Coach Negan."

He growled, "Tease."

You laughed, "I'll call you."

"I'll be waiting, doll."