k musings

biology rendezvous ||| b.c

15:04

there shouldn't have ever been a possibility for you to get chan this worked up, especially not for this long. an entire hour had passed and yet thoughts of you still clouded his mind. he could hardly focus on the textbook in front of him, math formulas becoming something of an ancient language he couldn't understand. all that ran through his mind was the image of you bent over a desk, skirt bunched up in his hand as he-

"yo, chris? you good man? you're normally the one on top of things, not me." he could barely lift his head to meet his friend's gaze. he was supposed to be leading the afternoon's study hall, he wouldn't be at the god forsaken school right now suffering at the thought of you under him otherwise. he considered saying he was fine, just distracted, but the tightness in his pants screamed otherwise.

"i haven't been feeling all that great today. do you mind if we raincheck?" of course, his friend agreed, so did the rest of the group. chan never cancelled a study session unless it was serious, little did they know the serious issue was the hard on he hid from them on the way out.

15:24

it didn't take him long to find you, you did the same thing every day after school. being a star student and soft at heart, you held tutoring sessions for multiple subjects during the week. it was admirable to most, but right now it just made chan want to tear you apart. he had a clear view of you from the back door, of the stockings you wore. when you bent over to get a better look at what the student you tutored needed help with, he could see the lacy garters that were previously hidden under the uniform. it made it nearly impossible to control his impulses, but somehow he managed to slip into the room right as the session ended and the student left.

making his way to you, he rested his hand on you shoulder, startling you slightly. letting his hand drift down your arm before making its perch on your hip. his other hand snaked up your thigh, slightly hiking up the fabric of your uniform skirt as he caressed the soft skin. you nearly let out a whine at the simple contact but hold back, remembering the girl just outside the door. almost as if she knew you were thinking of her, her tiny voice makes its way through the door.

"hey, my mum just told me we're going out for hotpot tonight. did you want to join? you wouldn't have to pay or anything."

she sounded so hopeful, but the growing wet spot in you panties from the feeling of chan's lips on your neck kept your words caught in your throat. you could feel him smirking against your skin, and then brushing against your ear. the hand previously caressing your sensitive thighs was now rubbing agonisingly slow circles on your clothed clit. "go on, baby girl. answer her."

"n-no not tonight. i have some work i've got to finish for class, how does tomorrow night sound?"

"oh! that's perfect! see you then." her footsteps got quieter as she left, a sigh of relief falling from your lips. it was short lived however, when chan pushed you against the now closed door. one hand continued to work you beneath your skirt, the other wrapping around your throat. you leaned your head back out of habit beckoning him to apply even the slightest bit of pressure. he seemed to have gotten the hint, adding just enough pressure to give you wanted, but not enough to cut off your breathing completely. he pushed your panties to the side, coating his fingers in your slick before sliding them into you.

he pumped his fingers in and out of you almost as slow as he was toying with you before, just barely pushing you closer to sweet release. your eyes squeezed shut as you rocked your hips against his hand, desperate for more friction. your hands roamed his chest, fumbling with his belt once you'd found it. you could hear him first chuckle, then groan when you wrap your hand around him. low groans start spilling from his mouth at the contact the so desperately needed. suddenly though, his movements stop and he pushes your hand away.

"keep quiet, will you?" he lifts you leg and pushes into you, moans coming from both of you at the stretch. his thrusts are quick but quiet as he fucks into you, eyes locked with yours. suddenly the sound of footsteps approaching echoes through the hallway. instead of slowing his movements, he rubs fast circles on your already sensitive clit. you can feel yourself grow closer and closer, knowing full well chan is too. the footsteps slow just outside the door as he roughly thrusts into you a final time, the sound playing loud for whoever was outside listening.