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The way your thighs parted, his fingers gently caressing that small flattened part before moving on, squishing the soft plush of your thighs, watching how your pussy flinched almost moving as if it was desperately trying to absorb something—cock? Maybe some cum? Fuck chuuya couldn't tell.
His nose buried into your panties, sniffing the wettened part as your breath hitched from above the table, your mouse clicking as you tried to focus on your lesson.
You watch that stupid meet recording like a good slut, while chuuya takes care of you, a little treat for doing so well in class.
Honestly, even if you did fucking fail this semester or last, chuuya didn't care, all he wanted was to make you scream and moan. If he had no restraint, maybe he would do it while you where watching the meet live, but he knew you wouldn't adhere to that.
“Careful..” Chuuya muttered as your hips rolled, the way your head tilted back. You were so embarrassed, weren't you?
“Don't make me come up there and make you show your face.”
Your lips parted as you whined again, moaning as chuuya continued his punishm— fuck no, 'reward’ on you. But let's be honest, if chuuya was fucking rewarding you he would have his cock out.
Maybe he'd fuck you to the rythm of that stupid fucking keyboard you had, with its stupid constant clicking it made. Maybe he'd just lose it and end up fucking you over your desk, maybe not even move your stupid laptop—he'd just cum ontop of it, or just cum in you. But why spare you the mess? Your just a dirty slut already. His dirty slut.