kinktober day 6 - classroom sex w mina
“y/n” her eyes widen in surprise as she sees you “did we- did we schedule something today?”
“no” you shrug “just wanted to drop by” mina watches as you walk to her desk and prop your ass on it, right beside her
“what are you really here for?” she drops the red pen on the last paper she had been marking and looks up at you. “that skirt is not adequate. i could get you dress coded”
“okay fine. maybe i wanted to see if there’s anything i can do about my midterm? i did horribly” you pout, leaning forward and smirking at the way her eyes get lost in your cleavage. “about the skirt, what ever do you mean? i wore it just for you”
“i’m not changing your grade y/n” the older takes the red pen once again and leans back on her chair, attempting to go back to the task at hand
“why not? you’ve done it before. besides- you haven’t submitted anything yet, so, would it really be changing it?” she looks up at you and squints, trying to notice any bluffing or any indicators that this was you trying to role-play or something, because you never really asked for something like that, you’ve never had to either, because you usually did well on your tests. there’s a toxic (small) part of her brain that’s racking all the possible reasons why you didn’t study as hard for this test. “but, i also came here to scratch an itch. seeing as you’re not interested, i’ll see that nayeon can”.
“wait-“ she grabs your wrist and tugs you to sit back down on the desk. “look at you, using my own tactics on me”
you shrug, still pouting. “you’re not going anywhere near that bitch-“
“excuse me, that bitch, is my best friend!” you chuckle, pretending to be mad, but instead eating up her jealousy act.
“yeah, she clearly wants to get with you.”
“and she has-“ mina stands up at that, squeezing your cheeks in one hand.
“i don’t want to hear it” she lets your face go after a couple of seconds. “you have one chance to convince me of changing your grade before i go finding out who you were fucking the night before that was more important than studying”
“what do i have to do to convince you?” you’ve never known someone who can resist to your puppy eyes, mina was the first, so there was no use in trying it, your best chance was to put on a sultry voice and do exactly as she said.
“didn’t you come here to scratch an itch?” she shrugs, sitting back down, crossing her legs and lacing her hands together “do it. fuck yourself”
“that’s not what i meant by ‘itch’-“
“look at my face” the older glares “i don’t care. make yourself come right now, maybe i’ll think about it”
you know better than to challenge her when something so important as your grade is on the line. you’re now in the middle of the desk, the tiny skirt bunched up at your hips as you take off your school bag and lean it on the leg of her desk. your legs spread as you look down on her, somewhat annoyed that she’s actually making you work for something.
the stack of papers had made its way to her lap and mina tries so hard to look elsewhere when she notices you were never wearing underwear to begin with. the condescending part of her chuckles in her head, at the fact that you can’t even bother decorating to bribe her, the other part is dying to get a taste, because no matter how short it’s been when she last had you, she can’t ever get enough.
the glistening trail of slick that has smeared to your inner thighs catches her attention the most. your fingers spreading it around your folds, the way you throw your head back and whimper at the simplest touch enlightens her on just how long you’ve been deprived.
“miss-“ you only have one finger in you when you begin to plead for her
“keep going” she shrugs, already halfway through the stack of papers to grade, taking glances at you every now and then, but trying not to pay any real attention to you.
“i want you. please”
“i don’t care, i gave you instructions that i expect you to follow” a whine comes out of you and instantly makes her head turn to you “one more whimper and i’ll edge the fuck out of you, and i won’t fix your grade”
it goes pretty smooth after that, you don’t know if you’re doing it for the grade, or because you really want her to fuck you. sadly, there’s no amount of violent rubbing on your clit or quick pumping on your fingers that can make you come. you want her. you’re clearly not enough to climax. you need her.
“okay. that’s quite pathetic” her eyebrows raise as she sighs, placing the stack of papers and red pen on the chair next to her desk. the first thing she does after standing, is pushing you by the chest to lay back on the desk, not caring if there was anything on it that could bother you “gonna have to make you come since you clearly can’t do that”
“if you can’t make yourself come how am i supposed to trust you can make me?” is the last thing she says before plunging her digits deep inside you, helping you find what you were looking for.