Shawn Mendes Imagines

Coach

YOUR POV

"COME ON GUYS PUSH IT" I heard my coach yell.

I was currently at basketball practice and Coach Mendes was making us do suicides since we lost our last game. I sprinted to the end of the court then turned around and sprinted back. 4 years of this and I should be used to it but no.

"Y/N come on, youre slacking!" He yelled at me.

That pushed me over the edge and I sprinted with everything I had left in me and I beat everyone else to the end.

"Y/N meet me in my office after practice." He came over and told me.

I nodded and went to practice my free throws and lay ups. After that we did more running, and then practice ended. I went into the locker room and I changed into a pair of shorts and a blue low cut T-shirt. I brushed my hair and put it in a messy bun, then I put on my Nike's. I walked out of the locker room and into Coach Mendes' office.

I sat down on the chair by his desk. He sat down on the edge of his desk facing me.

"So what's up with you?" He tells me.

"Nothing, umm, why?" I asked.

"You seem to be slacking at practice." He said

"Why would you say that? I've been trying I swear." I told him

"I understand you've been trying Y/N. But something seems to be distracting you." He said

I have to admit. He was the distraction. He was young, probably in his early 20's. He was about 6'2. A very attractive male. Perfect jawline, hit body, a great smile, he was everything a girl could ever want. He brings me out if my thoughts.

"I've been hearing that you are also acting out very... Uh... Sexually." He said

I roll my eyes and scoff at his bluntness.

"Really Coach, this is high school, you should know better than anyone else that you can't believe everything you hear" I've had enough if him and his words.

"I hear you have a big dick is that true?" I shot at him.

His face reddened and in a flash he was thrown off balance.

"That's not appropriate to talk about" he trailed off, when I realized he sat at the edge of his desk so he could look down my shirt. The tight low cut shirt hugged my chest and showed off my curves perfectly.

Then it all clicked in my head. I saw the situation as it was and not it the context it was presented. He wanted to fuck me. Now any sane girl would have run out of the room, but I've had the biggest crush on him for so long.

I scooted the chair closer to him and ran my hand up his leg causing him to jump, but he didn't resist. There really was a rumor about him having a very large dick. Halfway up his leg I found the rumor to be very true. I could feel the bulge in his pants as my hand ran along it. He let out a little moan and then stood, walked over to the door and locked it.

He returned and kissed me hard as he ran his hand to my lower back, and he pulled off my shirt. He missed his way down my neck, and he unclasped my bra. He started lickimg and sucking on my nipples. The swirl of his tongue was making my heat ache and drip.

"I want to see that big cock of yours Mr.Mendes" I whispered.

He stood and unbuckled his belt and let them slide down.

Now being only 18, I had not seen many dicks and none of them have ever been this big.

I get on my knees and grab his member. I feel it throbbing in my hands. I slowly start to pump him, making him groan. I slowly lick the precum off his tip.