Author's Note: Honestly, this chapter and the next are just fillers filled with smut, all right? I mean, now that they've hooked up, they gotta acquaint themselves with one another in more ways than one. Enjoy! :-)

WARNING: SMUT!

"Negan…" you giggled, trying to push him away as his lips attacked your neck, prompting you to wake up.

"Shh, I'm ready for round fucking two," he winked. You were lying on your side facing Negan and he grabbed your leg to drape over his hip, opening yourself up to him. With a gentle thrust of his hips, you felt his erected manhood brush against your opening.

"Wait, ah, I'm a bit sore…" you lowered your hands to his abdomen, trying to push him away.

"We'll fix that, baby." Negan grasped your hands and rolled you onto your back where he placed them above your head. You squirmed against him and with a push of his hips, you felt his manhood slide into your tight, wet heat.

You moaned loudly, gripping his hands tightly as you felt your walls stretch to accommodate his length. "Negan…" you whimpered.

Negan groaned, lowering himself so that your bodies were pressed against one another. He kept a tight hold on your hands, lacing your fingers together as he stared into your eyes. "Fuck, baby… So goddamn tight."

The pain was slowly subsiding and with every slow thrust, you began to feel the pleasurable sensation you felt last night. Negan made sure that you were comfortable and with every movement of his hips, his hands tightened around yours.

You plagued his dreams last night which in turn, made him wake up with a raging hard-on that was throbbing and begging to be slid into something wet and tight. When Negan noticed you lying next to him with only a bed sheet covering your bare body, he knew he had to take you.

"Negan, oh god!" you moaned, tossing your head back which allowed him to run his lips across your neck. He gently nipped at the skin, sucking on it afterwards. You groaned, the heightened pleasure making your walls quiver with the sudden need to release.

You didn't expect to be woken up like this, but you didn't mind. After last night's events, you were determined to have more of him despite the soreness.

"Fuck, you're already close?" he asked, delivering a sharp thrust. "Goddamn, baby…"

"Negan! Faster, please… Don't stop…" you pleaded, wrapping your legs around his hips tightly.

Negan smirked, burying his face against your neck as he held your hands firmly against the mattress. His hips rolled against yours, making sure that you felt every inch of his throbbing manhood.

"Negan, please… Stop teasing."

Instead of abiding by your begging, Negan pulled out and released your hands. He lied on his back and smirked up at you, reaching down to slowly stroke himself.

"Hop the fuck on and ride me," he growled. "You want to come, right? Well, fucking get to it. I'm at your mercy, baby. Use me." Negan gave his member a hard tug before allowing it to rest against his lower abdomen, watching it twitch with anticipation.

Quickly, you straddled his waist and lifted your hips to align his manhood directly towards your throbbing center. With one hand resting on his chest, you lowered yourself onto him, moaning loudly once he entered you once more.

"Oh fuck," you moaned, moving both hands to grip onto his chest. "Shit…"

Negan smirked, resting his hands on your hips and slamming upwards for you to take the rest of his length. "Sorry, baby… Gotta be buried deep in that tight pussy."

"The first practice is – Oh god…" you whimpered, slowly rolling your hips. "Fuck, it's tonight and I'm going to be sore…"

Negan chuckled, moving his hand up your abdomen to grab onto your breast, squeezing it tightly. "I'll be happy to take credit for that. Now, fucking ride me."

You growled, placing both hands onto him as you sat upright. Quickly, you began bouncing along his manhood, your fingernails digging into his skin that you were would leave marks and serve as a reminder of what transpired this morning.

Usually, Negan liked to take control, but the way you were moving your hips had him still. He watched as your eyes had fallen shut and a few strands of hair fell in front of your face. He reached up to pushed your hair back, wanting to watch your expressions of pleasure as you rode him.

With your hips rolling against his, his hair at his base brushed perfectly against your clit that it was causing the right amount of friction to run through you. Your slammed down onto him and moved your hips forward and backwards rapidly, moaning loudly at the feel of his entire length buried deep inside of you.

"Oh god… Negan!" you moaned loudly, your climax fast approaching.

"That's right, baby… Fuck that dick… Don't stop… Don't you fucking stop," he growled roughly.

Negan's threatening words caused you to just move rapidly without any signs of stopping. You felt his manhood throb within your depths and with the rolling of your hips, you felt every inch of his length. Suddenly, you ceased your movements and tossed your head back, moaning loudly.

"Negan!"

"Oh fuck," he groaned. "Shit." Negan grasped your hips and lifted you just slightly to give him space to thrust upwards. Without hesitation, he began plunging upwards into you, watching as your breasts bounced with each harsh thrust.

Your walls were incredibly sensitive and Negan showed no signs of stopping anytime soon. "Oh god, Negan… I can't take anymore… Please…"

"Fuck, yes you can…" he moaned, shutting his eyes. "I'm almost there, baby… Fuck!" Negan slammed his hips before pulling out quickly to release along your lower abdomen. He groaned, looking up at you with hooded eyes before resting his head back on the pillow with a contented sigh.

"That was a fucking close one," he chuckled. "I'm going to have to start wearing condoms."

"On the pill," you smiled. "No need to worry."

Negan looked up at you and smiled, gently setting you aside to retrieve a towel for you. Instead, you stood up and motioned to the bathroom, standing from the bed. Your legs slightly wobbled, but you maintained your balance and licked your lips. You were turned on once more at the sight of Negan lying naked on his bed in a state of ecstasy.

"Ready for round three?" you asked teasingly.

Negan lifted his head from the pillow quickly. "Fuck yeah, I am."

You took his hand and slowly led him towards his bathroom, biting your lower lip.

Negan led you out of his house and to your car that was parked along the curb. He rested his hand on the hood of your car and leaned in to peck your lips repeatedly, moving downwards to line kisses along your jaw.

"Negan…" you smiled. "We've gotta stop."

"Never. We don't ever have to fucking stop. We can go back inside and fuck like there's no tomorrow."

"We can, but we shouldn't. I've gotta get home before Taylor starts worrying and I have to prepare for tonight's practice. I'm a bit sore, so I'll have to do a light workout beforehand."

Negan smirked, "Mm, I can help with that light workout."

"Two totally different things, Negan."

He chuckled, nodding. Negan pecked your lips, pulling away. "All right, all right. But I'm fucking you tonight, right?"

"Maybe. We'll see."

"We'll see? No, that's not the answer I fucking want," he growled, dropping his hand to your backside. "Do I have to remind you who you belong to now?"

You licked your lips. "Oh no. I definitely remember. I just like teasing you."

"You like to be punished, don't you?"

You grinned, "More than you know."

Negan groaned, "Fuck. Okay. I'm going to let you leave before I push you into your car and fuck you inside. I'll see you tonight, baby."

"I'll see you, Negan. Thank you for dinner, by the way. It was delicious."

"Next time, we'll do dessert," Negan winked.

"Can't wait."

"You look like you just had the fuck of your life," Taylor laughed, handing you a cup of coffee.

"You don't even know the half of it, Taylor. He's – Wow."

"Are you getting turned on just thinking about it?" she grinned, wiggling her eyebrows together.

"No… I mean, yes, but no."

She laughed. "It's normal. I'm glad you went out there and did it. How was it?"

"Amazing… He's very attentive and dominant and –"

Taylor smirked, "Daddy material?"

You grabbed plush pillow from the couch and tossed it at her head, seeing it hit her directly in the face. Once the pillow dropped to her lap, Taylor frowned which prompted a chuckle to escape from your lips.

"Anyway, it was great and I'm glad I took your advice."

"Okay, okay. The most important question, though. How big is he?"

You blushed, "I'm incredibly sore right now."

"Oh wow. That big, huh? Long? Wide?"

"Both."

"Damn, and he's older? No wonder you like older men."

You laughed, setting your cup of coffee down to rest your head against the back of the couch. "He's great, Taylor. Aside from the sex, he cooked spaghetti and – It's nice. It was nice to be in a presence of someone that's attracted to me. It's been a long while, you know?"

She rolled her eyes. "There have been plenty of guys after 'you know who', but you never decided to take the chance like you did with Negan. Who knows? Maybe this will lead somewhere."

"I'm not holding my breath on that one. For now, what we're doing is fine by me. He's my coach, so that's my number one priority in terms of my relationship with him."

Taylor grinned. "Look at you. All grown up. I'm so proud," she teased.

You rolled your eyes, glancing over at her. "Yeah, yeah."

Suddenly, your conversation was interrupted with a phone call and when you noticed Negan's name appearing on the screen, you blushed. Taylor looked at you, smirking knowingly.

"You gonna answer that?" she asked.

"Hmm, nope. He can wait."

"Maybe he wants to have some phone sex with you," Taylor wiggled her brows together. "You know, get each other off before practice."

"Taylor, stop." you couldn't help but laugh, deciding to pick it up on the last ring.

"Hello?" you answered.

"About fucking time you answered."

"Well, hi to you too, Negan."

He chuckled, "You alone?"

"Currently? Nope. Taylor is here and –"

She leaned forward and spoke into the phone while staying in your personal space. "Thanks for deep dicking my best friend, Negan. A job well done on your end."

Negan laughed, "Is she being fucking serious?"

Taylor took the phone, "Oh, I'm being totally fucking serious. She's told me everything. I gotta see it. Can I see it? You know, if you want to come over, you can."

"Taylor!"

"What? I want to see his dick. It's been a long time. It's not like I'll hop on it. That thought alone disgusts me," she gagged. "But anyway, Neegs, can I see it?"

Your face was red, burying your face into your hands. "Taylor, oh my god…"

Negan was amused. Your best friend had a similar personality to his own and if this was the only way for him to come over, then he would take advantage of it. "As long as I can come over," he finally answered.

"Oh shit. That was easy. Yeah, yeah, come on over."

"Taylor…" you began.

"Neegs, come on over. I want to see this magical dick."

"It's Negan, doll…"

"Yeah, and I'm Taylor. Now, get your ass over here."

Hanging up the phone, Taylor smirked over at you. "He's coming here."

"Yeah, I heard the conversation."

"Oh, don't pout. I really just want a glimpse. Plus, you seem tense about your first practice and all. I know you haven't said anything, but I can feel your energy."

"I'm fine, Taylor."

"You're nervous," she pointed out.

You sighed. "I am… I just – What if I disappoint my team and Negan?"

Taylor reached out and placed a hand over yours. "You've got to get outta that head of yours. It's not going to do any good."

"I know. It's just tough for me, I guess."

"You just had a lot of bad shit happen to you. I get it. That's why I'm here. I'm your best friend who pushes you to your limits and takes you out of your comfort zone. So far, you're doing great," she smiled. "I'm here, okay? Always will be."

You smiled, wrapping your arms around her tightly. "So glad you're my roommate. What would I do without you?"

"Probably fucking sulk all day," Taylor laughed.

"Fuck you."

"I mean, I've been trying," she winked. "But you're hooked on dick for as long as I can remember and –"

"Maybe one day," you teased.

"Don't even play around," Taylor laughed. "You feeling better?"

"Much better. Thanks, Taylor."

"Want to know what'll make you feel even better?" she grinned.

"If it's about Negan –"

"Negan's diiiick," she emphasized.

You laughed, shaking your head. "And I knew you were going to say that."

"Honestly, I'm kind of excited to see what it looks like. You are okay with me seeing it, right?" she asked.

You nodded, "It's not like you're going to take him from me. I trust you."

"Good. I mean, I just want to see it. I've never really seen a big one before I realized I like women. Besides, I'd probably gag at the sight."

"Let's hope not. That'll be a big hit to his ego," you laughed.

"Well, it's a good thing you're here to pick up the pieces if anything."

Suddenly, you were interrupted by a few quiet knocks on the door. Taylor grinned, standing from the couch and walking quickly to the door. When she opened it, you felt your heart leap at your chest at the sight of Negan on the other side. He was dressed very casually and holding his helmet, signifying that he had ridden his motorcycle here.

"Hey, big guy," Taylor laughed. "Come on in."

Negan stepped inside, looking at you with a big grin on his face. You blushed, standing slowly and walking towards him and Taylor. He leaned down and kissed your cheek and you eagerly took his jacket and helmet to set on the coat rack. Taylor, however, dragged his arm and led him to the living room to sit on the couch.

"I gotta see it," she grinned.

You walked back into the room and laughed. Negan's eyes were widened and he looked back and forth from you and Taylor.

"Wait, you were fucking serious?"

"So fucking serious. Now, don't tell me you aren't a man of your word, Neegs?"

"It's Negan."

"I like Neegs," Taylor replied.

"Well, I fucking don't."

"Too fucking bad. Now, pull out that bad boy," she laughed.

Negan looked up at you, arching a brow. "What kind of fucking twisted friendship is this?"

"Like you wouldn't want two women staring at your dick? Come on, Negan. I just want a glance. That's all. She said you're big, so let's see if she's right."

"You said I was big?" Negan smirked. "Been talking about me?"

Taylor laughed, motioning you forward. "She's been raving about you ever since she got home."

You sat next to him, pulling your legs up onto the couch. "I had to tell her. She asked, so…"

"Are you sure you're okay with me showing her?" Negan asked, resting his hand on your leg.

"Yeah. Totally fine with it."

Negan bit his lower lip and looked over at Taylor, his hands slowly moving to the button of his pants. He was already hard at the sight of you and the thoughts that lingered in his mind of different positions he could take you. As he unzipped his pants, he slowly lowered it with his boxers to reveal his erected manhood.

"You're hard," you pointed out.

"I saw you…" he smiled.

Taylor widened her eyes. "No fucking kidding. You were right. He is big. Wow."

Negan smirked, "Damn right I am."

After Taylor allowed her eyes to rake over his exposed dick, she stood from the couch and shook her head. "Okay, not to be mean or anything, but… Yeah, dick is not for me. I kind of want to throw up at the sight now."

You laughed, watching as Negan's smirk fell from his lips. He certainly wasn't expecting that type of reaction. Quickly, he put himself back into his boxers and pulled his pants up to cover himself.

"Well, fuck you too," Negan rolled his eyes.

"It's nothing against you, Neegs. I just like pussy," Taylor chuckled.

"You and me both, doll."

Taylor looked over at you and back at Negan, arching a brow. "All right, well… I'll leave you two to talk. I'm going to go ahead and leave to buy some groceries. Want anything for dinner?" she asked.

"I'll eat whatever you make."

"Great. I'll see you later. Good luck at practice."

"Thanks, Taylor."

Taylor looked at Negan, pointing to his crotch. "Pretty impressive, Neegs. All joking aside though, please go gentle on her."

Negan chuckled, "Gentle isn't part of my fucking vocabulary."

You blushed, thinking back to last night and this morning. You leaned against him, his arm wrapping around your shoulders as Taylor laughed.

"I like you. He's good for you," she pointed. "All right. I'm leaving. Have fun," Taylor winked.

Once Taylor left, Negan turned to you and pulled you onto his lap. Though, instead of attacking you like you thought he would, he simply wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his face against your neck.

"I see that you've got my love marks all over your neck," he mumbled against you.

"Yeah. I'm sure the girls at practice will all want to know what kind of night I had," you giggled.

Negan pulled back and looked up at you. "Your roommate just saw my fucking dick."

"No big deal. She thought I was lying when I said that you were well-endowed."

"So, you were talking about me?" Negan grinned.

"Yeah… I had a good time last night."

"Me too. Will you come over tonight?" he asked.

"We have practice, Negan."

"Then come afterwards?"

"You know that what we're doing is dangerous, right? If someone catches us, I'll be kicked off the team and you'll be fired."

He sighed, "I know. Besides, no one is going to fucking find out, all right?"

"So, Taylor is the only one that knows, right?"

Negan cleared his throat. "Well, another coach on campus knows, but he won't say shit."

"Oh god… Who?" you asked.

"Simon. The wrestling coach. Listen, he won't tell anyone. I trust him, just like how you trust Taylor. It'll be fine."

You nodded, leaning in to peck his lips. "All right… If you say so."

"I do fucking say so and whatever I say, fucking goes."

You smiled, resting your cheek against his shoulder as he lied back on the couch with you lying on top of him. His fingertips ran along your back, shutting his eyes as you reveled in the comfortable silence that filled the air.

"You ready for the first practice?" he asked.

"Kinda nervous," you admitted.

"Why?"

"Just don't want to disappoint you or the team."

Negan sighed, "You won't. I'm going to push all of you, but I'm only doing it because I know that with hard work come great results. We're going to do fucking great this year. Believe me."

You nodded, shutting your eyes. "Okay, Negan. Okay."

Negan had left your apartment an hour before practice was supposed to start. You spent the entire time taking a nap with him and you were woken up by the sound of his alarm. When you parted ways, Negan made sure to give you a long kiss that left you wanting more.

As you were driving to campus, your heart raced in your chest. It was going to be the first practice of the season and you were nervous. Despite Taylor and Negan's words of encouragement, it still didn't cease the lingering thoughts in your mind.

You parked your car and climbed out, taking note of Negan's motorcycle. You heard the sounds of basketballs being dribbled, so you were aware that the other girls had shown up already.

Once you entered the gym, you bit your lower lip and kept your eyes downcast. Sitting at the bleachers, you set your duffle bag down and pulled on your shoes, setting your sandals into the bag. As you looked up, you noticed Negan was talking to a few of the girls when his eyes met yours. He excused himself and began walking towards you.

"Hi," he smiled. Negan was dressed in a long sleeved shirt with the school's logo on it, sweatpants and a hat with a whistle around his neck.

"Hey," you replied.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I will be. I'll be fine once I've got a basketball in my hand."

He smiled, "Just remember that you belong here, doll. You'll do great. You all will. Now, go ahead and stretch. Shoot around a bit. Practice is in ten minutes."

You watched him leave and with a deep breath, you calmed your nerves and jogged to grab a basketball of the rack. You decided to shoot with another girl on the court, talking amongst one another. She, too, was new to the team so it slightly eased your nerves to know that you weren't the only one.

Once Negan blew the whistle, the entire team crowded around him. He glanced at you and nodded, looking between the girls with clear determination in his eyes. You knew that Negan wanted you all to succeed just as badly as you did.

"This is the first practice of many, girls. We're going to do shit differently from now on. We work hard to fucking win, right? This is a newer team. We've got newer players. You've got a new coach, and we're going to make it to the top this year." he grinned. "Now, let's get to work!"

Practice had come naturally to you. All the stress and worrying proved to be pointless. You and the rest of the girls were surprisingly working well with one another and those who have previously played in past years had said that they hadn't felt this in sync in such a long time.

It had to be a good sign to be able to connect perfectly on the first day of practice.

At the end, Negan split up the team in fives to be able to run a scrimmage. You were already dripping with sweat, but you always caught Negan staring at you, especially when you were running up and down the court for suicides.

When it was your team that was up next, you stretched and bit your lower lip. Practice was soon ending and you couldn't wait to spend the rest of your night with Negan. Your body was in pain for different reasons, but you ignored it.

He blew the whistle and motioned for you to start. You were dribbling the ball down the court and passed it to your teammate to your right, cutting down the middle of the court to give her space to run to the top of the key. The low posts extended their arm while trying to remain open.

You decided to run to the girl with the ball and set up a screen. Once she nodded and you set up a perfect screen, you rolled towards the basket and extended your hand where she passed it to you. The low posts dispersed to give you room as you ran into the key to lay it up. The ball went into the hoop and you grinned, high fiving your teammates.

You ran back down the court to get ready for defense and as you did, you glanced at Negan who had a prideful smirk on his lips. He was impressed.

Once practice was over, you managed to exchange numbers with the rest of the girls. They had left long before you did and when you realized you were the only one left, you helped Negan by cleaning up the court and gathering the basketballs to set onto the rack.

He looked over at you and grinned, "When you're done, can you meet me in my office?"

"Sure," you nodded. As you finished, you grabbed your duffle bag and removed your tank-top, now clad in a sports bra and shorts. You approached Negan's office and knocked on it quietly, noticing that he was sitting at his desk overlooking a binder of plays.

"Come in," he said, removing his glasses. Negan stood from his chair and walked over to you, shutting the door behind him.

"What's up?"

He took your duffle bag and set it aside. Negan circled you carefully, standing behind you and gently resting a hand on the back of your neck and pushing you against the edge of his desk. He pressed your cheek to the desk and bent you over, pressing into you from behind and it was then that you noticed why he called you in.

He was hard and you were yearning for him.

"Seeing you play out there got me all fucking hard," he smirked. "I'm going to fuck you here then we're going to go back to my place and fuck some more. Does that sound okay to you?"

You nodded, turning your head to look over at him. "More than okay… Please fuck me, Coach."

Negan groaned, lowering his sweatpants and boxers to his ankles. Roughly, he tugged down your shorts with your panties and spandex and kicked your legs apart. Without warning, he slammed into you from behind and groaned to himself.

"Fuck…"

"Negan!" you gasped, gripping the edges of the desk tightly. "Goddammit…"

"Sorry, I can't fucking wait when I'm so fucking close to your pussy, baby." Quickly, he gripped your hips and began a fast pace. He knew this wasn't going to last as long as you were used to, but at least he could say that he bent you over his desk in his office.

You moaned, shutting your eyes as you felt Negan plow into you from behind. His thrusts were erratic and quick and you knew that he wasn't taking his time like last night.

Negan pulled your hair away from your face, his hands moving to hold onto your shoulders as he continued his rough, rapid thrusts. "How does it feel to get fucked by your Coach, huh?" he asked through a series of groans, his skin slapping against yours.

"Oh god… It feels – Fuck, Negan!"

"It feels what?" he asked once more, delivering a hard thrust where he buried himself to the hilt.

"Feels so good!"

Negan grinned, continuing his rapid thrusts. You were close. You hadn't seen this side of him. He wanted to bring you home to take his time, so he made sure to quicken his pace. Negan held onto your shoulders tightly and slammed his hips against yours, tossing his head back.

"Fuck, you feel so nice, baby," he groaned.

Suddenly at his words, you felt your walls tighten around his manhood and your grip around the table made your knuckles turn white. A loud moan escaped your lips and it was a good thing that no one was here or else you two would be in a load of trouble.

"Fuck… That's right, baby… Come all over me," Negan ordered.

You rolled your hips quickly back against him as your body shook with pleasure. He shut his eyes and continued his thrusts, allowing you to ride out your climax. As he felt your walls begin to loosen up a bit, he pulled out and released along your ass.

Negan groaned, watching as spurts of white painted your skin. He smirked, breathing heavily as he grabbed his phone to take a photo of you from behind.

"Did you just –"

"Next time, I'm coming all over your fucking tits."

You groaned, squeezing your legs together. "I hope you're ready for another round because I need you again."

Negan smirked, "Let's get you cleaned up and then we can head over to my house."