Shawn Mendes Imagines

Mr. Mendes (NEW)

i know i already have one of these "mr. mendes" imagines posted but its complete trash & this one is sO good lol. *smut warning* (like so bad, pls im warning u yall better pray for forgiveness after reading)

"So what did we conclude from this essay?" Mr. Mendes held a sheet of paper in front of him, gently fixing his tie with his left hand, before taking a glance up at our twelfth grade language and composition class.

A few students raised their hands, yet my mind completely slipped away from the classroom, and instead, focused on the way Mr. Mendes' chest looked clad in his tight, white button up. His bulging biceps strained against the thin material that endeared me. His hair was pushed back, and he smiled, nodding his head at the boy in the back of the classroom who's analysis of the essay I refused to pay attention to, was simply stunning.

"Great thought," Mr. Mendes added after flashing his pearly whites.

Mr. Mendes and I had a special relationship, one that would be kept hidden from schoolmates, teachers, and especially my own parents. It was a secret one - one that came with many benefits for the both of us. I crossed my legs over one another under the small wooden desk as my plaid, navy blue skirt rose higher against my silky skin.

Mr. Mendes' eyes scanned the classroom once, passing over my body, but quickly taking a second glance in order to capture my essence once more. Although the uniform was typical, Mr. Mendes had told me numerous times during our afternoon rendezvous that I had managed to make it look sexy, yet innocent. My black thigh high socks shaped my legs, and my skirt allowed for the tiniest peak at my baby pink lace panties. A matching push-up bra, along with a semi-transparent, white blouse, a size smaller than my own, made my breasts look impeccable, and visibly appealing to my language teacher. I was a tease and he knew it.

"O-Okay, so, um, n-next we're going to have a discussion abou- well, actually, w-why don't you all just silently read and analyze this piece for the remainder of the class," Mr. Mendes stuttered after admiring my skin, while rummaging through his desk for a pile of papers. And although he tried his best to not show it, I knew I had him wrapped around my finger.

I chuckled to myself as he passed out the papers himself, while on any other day, he'd have one of the students do it. He quickly made his way around the room, dropping paper after paper on each desk, and his eyes focused only on me as he made his way over to mine. I leaned over to the side of my desk that he stood by, bending over to grab a pencil from the depths of my backpack. His breath hitched in his throat at the clear sight of my breasts in front of his lustful eyes. A small smirk spread across my face as I sat back up while he placed the sheet on my desk, "Thank you, Mr. Mendes."

"N-No problem," he let out a shaky breath as he continued around the room, before taking a seat back at his own desk. He was hard, I could tell, and he tried his best to keep his aching length hidden behind his black wooden table.

The bell sounded after the forty-minute class period, and a sigh of relief slipped past his lips as the students hastily packed and evacuated the room, leaving me and him alone.

"I hate you." he shook his head, his jaw clenched so hard, knuckles turned white as he clenched his fists, "Get over here." I stood up, licking my lips teasingly. The door was still opened wide, and I decided it would be best to both shut and lock it, and switch the lights off as well. My hips swayed from side to side as I made my way to the classroom door, taking my precious time to do each task.