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hate to say it but "art" and "patrick" are what a 14 year old names achilles and patroclus in their iliad high school au

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thinking about riding patrick in the locker rooms after he wins a match...

SMUT 18+ MINORS DNI

...He'd be sitting on the bench near the back corner, slumped against the locker as he watched you work your hips across his lap without even breaking a sweat.

Your skirt would be bunched up around your hips and your panties pulled to the side for easy access, as there was no time for leisure. Patrick was simply too eager to feel you wrapped around him while the adrenaline from his game still coursed through his veins.

Your eyes would be on the door every five seconds, keeping watch in case anyone was to walk in. But his eyes would only be on you, watching your face contort with each roll of your hips. The way your mouth fell ajar at the feeling of his tip brushing with your cervix. The way your teeth caught your bottom lip in an attempt to keep your moans at bay, but managed to spill out and echo throughout the locker room (per Patrick's request.)

When he wasn't fiddling with the frilly fabric of your skirt, his thumb would reach down to rub your clit, matching the rhythm of your hips as you felt your legs begin to shake around his muscular thighs. Your lower back burned, but the pleasure that coursed throughout your body masked it, making your muscles relax as he unwinded you with each circle of his thumb.

"That's it, baby," he'd whisper to you, his eyelids heavy as he watched you in a daze, close to his climax already. "Taking me so well..."

His words would make your chest tighten, the familiar coil in your stomach snapping completely as you came with a raspy whimper, your hands gripping his shoulders for leverage as you nearly lost your balance.

The sight of you coming undone on top of him was all he needed to let go as well, his hands moving to grip your ass tightly as he pumped his release deep inside of you.

"Oh, fuck," you gasped, your hips stilling altogether as you felt his pelvis tense against your mound.

Suddenly, the sound of muffled voices was clear outside of the door, sending you into a panic. You quickly climbed off of him (trying your hardest to ignore the feeling of his cum beginning to drip out of you) and readjusted your skirt to an appropriate level, meeting patrick's eyes worriedly as he tucks himself back into his shorts.

Your faces were red and flushed when you walked out together, looking as if you had been in a heated argument with one another (at least to the three players getting ready to go into the locker room.) You both averted eye contact with them, but Patrick couldn't seem to bite back the smirk that tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"Stop it." you held back a laugh, your flustered state beginning to die down as you walked down the hallway.

"Maybe we could make this a tradition after every game I win? It's a good reward system, don't you think?"

You shook your head. "Is this how I'm gonna get you to finally keep a winning streak?"

Patrick smiled. "Trust me, after the way you were wrapped around me in that locker room, I'll never lose a game again."

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