Sticking scummy Scara's hand down your pants under the desk in class just so he can feel that you're wet and then refusing to do anything or leave class with him so he just has to be stuck thinking about how class is such a waste of time when he could be in his dorm pleasing his girlfriend. He's snapping at the professor anytime he gets called on to answer a question.
scara has very little to no shame at all, so when you do something so lewd and inviting like this— reaching under the desk and slipping his hand into your panties, he has all the reason to bend you over the table and eat you out in front of the whole class. but he has too much respect for you to go and doing something humiliating like that, and refuses to expose you in such a position in front of prying eyes…
he bits his tongue, and uses his fingers to feel around your wet folds, before he softly runs his thumb over your clit. you’re so wet and aroused that it has scara withering around in his chair, his other hand slithering down to his lap and pawing at his growing erection.
his fingers are coated with your slick, and lucky he has the decency to pushes past your folds and stick a finger inside to add onto your pleasure, knuckles deep before he starts pumping inside. so warm, so wet, his eyes roll back.
how the fuck has no one noticed? I suppose being at the back of the classroom has its major advantages, but seriously… scara is panting like a rabid dog in need of water.
his foot annoyingly begins to tap against the floor, and he slowly makes a start of unbuttoning his pants to hopefully pull out his aching dick, but you abruptly stop, and pull his hand away from the heat of your underwear.
he almost whines, turning to gaze at you with flushed cheeks and fluttering lashes, but you only shake your head with that coy grin of yours. his head hurts, it’s pounding, and his vision blurs.
“p-please, don’t do this to me. please.” he leans in close and presses his forehead to your shoulder, drops of sweat sinking into the fabric of your shirt but he doesn’t have even an once of energy to apologise. “baby, let me cum. I wanna cum in you so bad…” god he sounds so pathetic, so pitiful, like putty in your hands, but both of you know that he wouldn’t want it any other way.
“no, scara, pay attention, I’ve got work to do…” you mumble softly, a hand on his knee. he groans, and stuffs his face into your hair like a creep, taking in the scent of your shampoo. his hands still palm at his erection, but it doesn’t feel anywhere near as good as it did before.
“ill do anything, please. take me to the bathroom stalls and use me.” he licks his lips, drool almost dripping from his mouth. “c’mon, I know you wanna.” his tongue licks wet strips up your neck, before he unconsciously finds himself almost sucking on your earlobe LMFAO.
“quit it, scara, seriously, always so needy.” you try to softly push him off, but he’s latched onto like glue. you roll your eyes, but there’s a smile on your lips. you guess it can’t be helped, you did start this whole mess, and you knew what it would lead too.
and you can’t even tell him off either, because he enjoys that too…
“mpfhm, I am, only ever for you, m-mommy.”
BIG SIGHHH I need me a scrawny loser bf I can step on and get praised for.