Yung' x Trigga Imagines

Coach Neverson // T.A.N

Kyrie's POV

His smile is so perfect. I listened to him go over the schedule for our upcoming basketball games, but my mind was somewhere else. A place where Coach Neverson would finally look at me as more than a naive, college freshman. I peep how he looks at some of the female professors and I'd give anything to have him look at me with as much lust and admiration. Whenever he spoke to me, it was as if he was talking to a child, but that's one thing I am not. If only he'd see that, though. I licked my lips as my eyes traveled down to the front of his sweatpants. My imagination played with the idea of finding out how big his package was.

"Ok, that's all for today ladies. Come tomorrow prepared to run these laps, I gotta get ya'll back into shape."

Some of the girls groaned as they got up and stepped down from the bleachers. They headed to the locker room while I slowly gathered my stuff.

"Hey, Kyrie, come here for a second," Coach Neverson asked.

My heart beat quickened as it always did when he spoke to me. I jogged down the bleachers and carefully walked over to him.

"Wassup, Coach?"

"You were great today. You gettin' better and better everyday, kiddo."

I frowned at the nickname but quickly fixed my face before he noticed.

"Yeah, thanks," I responded, trying to hide my attitude. We small talked about game strategies for a short while and then I retired to the locker room.

I opened my locker with a major attitude, which my best friend, Kiana, noticed.

"Girl, what's wrong witchu?" she asked, chewing her gum annoyingly loud.

I sighed and turned to face her. "He's never going to notice me."

She smirked and nodded. "Hmmmm, so that's what's got ya thong in a bunch. Well, of course he not gone notice you, look what you wearing."

Looking down, I scanned my big t-shirt, oversized b-ball shorts, and sneakers. "What's wrong with it?"

Kiana sighed and rolled her eyes. "I love you girl, but you a lil slow. Coach ain't gone pay you any mind with you looking like that. You need to spice it up a lil, show some skin, ma."

As I listened to her, I realized she was right. I needed to make him want me, and I had the perfect plan.

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The next day

Kiana smiled in satisfaction as I finished changing into my new and improved practice outfit which was a black sports bra and really short shorts.

"You always wearin' baggy clothes, I didn't even know your body was so banging!", she exclaimed.

I blushed and laced up my sneakers, before walking out to the gym with the other girls. We all settled into the bleachers while we waited for Coach Neverson to show up. He was always late and it most likely had something to do with a woman. I rolled my eyes at the thought of him caking with anyone besides me.

A few minutes later, he finally showed up wearing a muscle tank and basketball shorts. I smirked and licked my lips. The nasty thoughts that I always have re-surfaced. Kiana nudged me and chuckled. "Stop being a hoe in your mind."

Coach Neverson began doing roll call.

"Tamera"

"Here"