bachirasbimbo

[bachirasbimbo]

Meguru wasn’t someone whose spirit was easily broken down.

In-fact, there’s never been a time that you can recall where his spirit has been completely destroyed.

He’s always kept a level-head.

Energetic? Sure.

Enthusiastic? Also sure.

Crazy? Beyond that.

But you found that extremely endearing to say the VERY least.

You crushed on him from afar, obviously way too scared to actually make a move on him.

He was everything you wanted in a guy, and despite not being too bad looking yourself, he made you much too nervous.

You had never felt like this about a boy, so for you to be going insane? That’s valid.

He didn’t notice when you would wave at him, blushing profusely as he waved back.

He didn’t know that whenever he brushed by you, your heart exploded in your very chest.

He didn’t notice that whenever he flashed you a sheepish smile, your stomach would churn in a way that left you puzzled.

Meguru Bachira was something that needed to be studied in a lab, you thought to yourself.

But you had also thought Meguru never noticed you.

Which was a total and utter lie.

During his games, you were always there, cheering him on from the sidelines.

He’d catch glances of you staring at him, even if only just for a split second—but he never made it obvious he noticed you.

He liked the way he had you wrapped around his finger.

So everything he had done you thought were part of your delusions? It was intentional. Because he liked seeing you squirm.

In-fact, Bachira had spent countless of nights thinking about you.

Whether it was your face,

Your eyes,

Your lips,

Or even your body.

Your enthusiasm towards him had sparked his interest, and that was enough for him to make the move on you.

It happened when you had been bored, you had decided to go see a movie.

You were waiting for your friend to sneak some drinks near your way.

She had been gone an awfully large amount of time, which was frustrating for you.

You were pretty alone in the theatre, this movie really wasn’t well-liked but you had been dragged here against your will.

A voice echoed, the tone was playful, light.

“Anyone sitting here?”

Bachira asked, pointing to the movie seat next to you. In one hand he was holding a paper bucket of popcorn, propping a piece of the buttery delight in his mouth every few seconds.

You were stunned, you just stared up at him, eyes wide.

Was this really happening? Wait—No, why is he even here?

You cursed under your breath, your mind reeling. But if he takes that seat my friend won’t-

“Hello?” He waved in front of your face, bringing you back to reality.

“Huh? Oh, uh, no.” Screw your friend.

She was taking too long to get back anyways, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity.

Bachira lazily hummed, falling back onto the seat as he stared towards the big screen, his hand occasionally digging into the popcorn.

The fact he was sitting right next to you excited you, your heart was twisting into knots.

Honestly, it was kind of scary how much of an effect he had on you.

All you could hear was random hums from him, or the crunch of his obnoxious chewing habit which you had grown to like.

He was carefree, and it was something you admired deeply.

You bit your lip, trying to distract yourself. Your gaze was on the movie and the movie alone, though, occasionally stealing a glance at him.

There was an abrupt silence between the two of you, as the movie proceeded.

Your friend still wasn’t back, by some miracle.

“So, do you like this type of series?” He asked, his voice still light, cutting you from your thoughts.

It was just casual conversation. You felt pathetic with how fast your thighs clenched together.

“Uhm—Yeah.” You replied, a bit too quick for your own liking

Shit. Now you just looked weird.

He replied with a click of his tongue.

“I don’t really like horror.” He said, a little too casual for your liking.

You just nodded slightly, your eyes still glued to the screen. You wanted to look at his face so badly right now. But you were scared.

The unsettling feeling of his gaze had settled in your stomach, you felt like he was staring holes into the side of your head.

Was he staring? Or are you just being delusional?

Oh, he was indeed staring. And quite shamelessly too.

He paid no mind to the movie playing upfront, and your gut clenched.

When you finally turn your head to meet his gaze, he smiles. Flashing you that grin you admired so much.

You don’t know what happened. One thing lead to another and you had somehow landed back at his place, breathless under him as he stared down at you.

Even as he met your gaze now, sandwiching you under him. His gaze was just as light as it always is.

Maybe you should be scared by his enthusiasm, or maybe his lack of shame.

But you weren’t. You were drawn to it like moths to a flame.

He leaned down, his grin widening. “Your crush was soo obvious!” He taunted, giggling more to himself than you. He probably found it entertaining humiliating you.

All you did was blush, your heart was erratic by this point. You wouldn’t be surprised if you just rolled over and died.

“I-“ you attempted to talk, to defend yourself, just for him to shove a finger to your mouth, effectively shushing you.

“Shhh!” He said, still smirking widely.

It was no surprise when things quickly escalated from that, and for some reason, he wouldn’t allow you to stop looking at him as he pounded into you, his grip on your thighs bruisingly tight—unbeknownst to him.

he destroyed you, your gut hurt so badly as you clenched around him, shaking as you came undone on his cock for the third time.

You were worn out, the use of your pretty little cunt had you unable to breathe properly.

Not how you imagined losing your virginity, but since it’s Meguru Bachira? It’s fine.

Your moans to him were like heaven, and you were a present he wanted to unravel and tear to shreds.

He urged you on, entertaining it all as he rubbed your clit, the pad of his thumb moving rhythmically on the wet bundle of nerves, like he had done this 100 times—but he hadn’t. He was a fast learner, is all.

You were an overstimulated, drooling, moaning mess.

You practically squeeled like a pig everytime he came inside of you, pulling out to watch his seed drip from your pussy only to push back in shortly after.

“Bachira- Ngh!” He had no shame, letting out noises of his own as he continued his thrusts.

The grip on your thighs was getting to be extremely painful, but your senses were too overcome with bliss to care.

“No.” He silenced, before leaning in, closing the distance between your fucked out face.

“Meguru.” He corrected, connecting your lips as he pushed his tongue into your mouth with such fervour it scared you.

Tears welled up in your eyes, you were too overstimulated to even process his words.

Your tongue wrapped around his own as he continued to fuck into you at a pace steady enough to make you yearn for more, but enough to overstimulate you.

The clawing of his back came into the picture, your nails scratching down his bare, meticulously fair skin.

The only noise shrouding the room was the plap! plap! of his skin meeting your own and faint moans.

The room smelt like pure sex and arousal, not that you cared.

You couldn’t continue on, he was a monster. His stamina was something you had never thought of whenever you fantasised about him.

But he could go for genuine. Hours.

For once, you thanked your friend for being unreliable.

And as your consciousness began to fade, your walls strangling another load out of him, spasming, you could make out a faint smile forming on his face.

“Night night.” Is the last thing you heard.