❤︎ ໋𓈒 risky sex with bachira !
it was during practice when bachira had slipped into the locker rooms early, claiming he needed to fix something, which was a total lie, as the rest of the guys were still outside on the field. he was already sitting and beaming happily on the bench when you crept in after him, looking left and right like you were sneaking into some forbidden place.
"thought you weren't gonna come," he grins, hair sticking to his face, body slick with sweat, and eyes shining in that fucked up way that meant you were in so much trouble. you couldn't believe you even agreed to this when he sent you a message saying how much he needed you, but you definitely knew he couldn't wait until after practice to have you.
"we have, like, five minutes," you whisper, pushing the door shut behind you, heart pounding from the nerves. "don't be weird. make it fast."
"cute when you try to boss me around," he hums, getting up towards you. before you can sass back, he's got your back shoved against the lockers, hand snaking down under your skirt like he's done it a hundred times, and his fingers slide right against your already-slick slit. "no panties," he purrs into your ear, breathing hard. "came in all wet for me, like a slut."
you try to make some remark back, but you're breathless, hips chasing his hand before he yanks your leg up and pulls his cock out - thick and already leaking so much precum.
bachira doesn't even wait. he slams into you so hard the lockers rattle behind you. he's pounding into you, completely rough and relentless, causing your high pitched moans and whines to echo way too loud throughout the empty room
"shh, baby," he coos mockingly, slapping a hand ove mouth with a smirk. "gonna get us caught, you know. what if someone walks in? you want them to see you dripping all over my cock like this?"
which is a perfect coincidence when he says that, since you both freeze, when you hear voices and footsteps outside.
"shit-!" you gasp, panicking. bachira slaps a hand over your mouth again, giggling like a deranged manic. "don't make a sound."
he keeps going. slow, grinding thrusts now, so deep and deliberate your eyes roll back, body twitching from the effort of staying quiet. you clamp down hard around him when the door creaks open just a little - someone poking their head in, calling out for him, but ultimately deciding to leave once bachira exclaims, "just gimme a sec!"
the second the door clicks shut, bachira lifts your leg higher and fucks into you brutally, moaning against your ear.
"gosh, baby," he sang, licking along your neck as your body trembled against the lockers. "staying quiet while someone almost saw us. bet you just loved that."
you whimpered pathetically, gripping his onto should high pitched and tears stinging your eyes as you whine, "meguru- s'too much, f-feels too good, can't take it—!"
bachira just laughed, nuzzling into your neck as he smiled. when he pulled back, he was staring like a man possessed at the visible bulge in your stomach, caused by how deep he was inside you, stretching you so far he could see it. with eyes wide as if he had a newfound determination, he pants, "gonna cum inside. right here in the locker room, baby. then, m'gonna fuck you until you're too dumb to even say my name, m'kay? just gotta stay quiet, kay?"
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