paperwork : sukyung + joon
The playful tone of voice she used, with her hand curving around the inside of his thigh; the pressure caused a pleasure to rise through his body and he exhaled a heavy breath. There was no doubt left in Joon. Sukyung wanted to do something that was certainly not paperwork for his class. His lips grazing trails along the slope of her neck, only lightly letting his teeth find the warmth of the skin and her earlobe; whites gently tugging. “Mmm, not really,” he hummed the words against her ear, eyes half-lidded and exhaling a low chuckle. With the placement of her hand, he felt a sense of cockiness and he was never one to hide such a feeling. Sukyung was obviously attracted to him, he was attracted to her; he could hope that she knew that. If not, he’d have to prove that his mind was wrapping lustful images around the curves of her body. His hands traversing her waist as he slightly trapped her between his body and the edge of his desk. This was neither the first time or the last time he would have a student in such a situation, but Joon treated each of them differently. His ego couldn’t let him be a mindless sexual partner.
Her finger grazed through his hair and over his scalp left more hungry to drip down inside him; the littlest touching could be just as arousing as the full forced. In fact, Joon would admit that when he was first starting out, if a girl could master him with her fingertips, he would hold her in higher regard than one who sought to the more frontal attack. Sukyung seemed to have some of these skills, between the nails across his scalp and the padded tips that found the skin under his shirt. All of it was adding to his sensitivity. His fingers along the back of her neck earned a response from the girl; Joon catching the added grip in her hands when he paid attention to that area of her body. Each trace of his finger along a contour of her nape, his eyes absorbed the fraction expressions on her features. Though he was soon swallowed up by the low chuckle and the grin on her lips. Enticing him, if he were honest. Her flagrant behavior and wandering hands were tugging at his strings and unwinding any form of denial he could have. His muscles tensing and relaxing under her touch, more so when he had her lips returning his kiss.
How could a student kiss like that?
Lust consumed him, bottom up when he felt her closer against him; pressure applied through his back pocket and matched with knee brushed between his legs. Joon’s arm slipped around her waist firmly, securing her body against his as her hands pulled him deeper into the kiss. The teachers fingers finding leverage on the back of her neck, retaining some form of hold on the situation — at least until he felt her tongue tease across his lip and was followed up so quickly. Warm pressure over his crotch meeting the tight squeeze on his ass. Was he supposed hold back the groan? Cause he didn’t. The low noise coming muffled in his chest as he sought out her tongue first, lips parted and sucking on the boneless muscle. More than bold and daring, she was tempting, and dangerous — and sexual. Joon’s hand found the edge of his desk as this time he urged his body forward against hers, his hips sensually rolled forward when he felt the connection to the desk. Arousing him more, his growing erection becoming more prominent with distance closed.
The males thoughts were devious, but playful when his hands soon slid around her hips, fingertips dragging over the fabric of her skirt. Sukyung had started it, he figured he’d better return the favour. Joon allowing his to trace the curvature of her ass, briefly grazing the back of her thighs before he greedily filled both his hands. His open mouth covetously covered hers, tongue seeking out entrance to the warm cavern of her mouth, as he squeezed the shape of the students behind. Even in the kiss, he could feel the slightly curve of enjoyment grow. Soon palming circles as he instinctively removed any more of he space between them. Clearly riled up and increasingly growing in need for more of her.
There is something absolutely enthralling when the feeling of just how wet she is registers into Sukyung’s mind. Not to mention how badly her panties will be ruined by the end of this. She, of course, knew that her underwear was already on their way to hell just by her earlier thoughts about the latter, but having the absolute feeling of how turned on she was physically never failed to make the flames in her lower abdomen churn even more. The feeling of his mouth upon the skin of her neck, strong hands resting on her waist— it left her wanting more of him. She wanted to know just what parts of his hunky body caused his knees to buckle, and if he had the interest to find hers. The master wanted to push boundaries— she wanted to see how far the latter was willing to go, what he wanted to do besides the swirling thoughts of her lustful demons.
With her hands trailing into naughty territories— his ass, then his thigh, tempting and teasing— the master felt invincible. Yet at the same time she felt like she was teetering on the edge of her control. Her subtle and involuntary reactions to the stimulation on one of her prized weak points did not go unnoticed, as if the hand resting there tauntingly was anything to go by. The master knew that if he wanted to gain complete control over everything was just a small nip away. It thrilled her knowing that she was teetering around the aspect of just how much dominance she had over him, and even though she’d rather have the shots, sometimes she just couldn’t make herself care.
Which only proves how much of a great catch Joon was.
Sukyung couldn’t help the playful grin from forming on her lips at the other’s groan, basking in the idea that she had made that happen. However it only lasted for a moment when the latter’s lips wrapped around her tongue. Closed lids fluttering, she let out her own equivalent to a quiet groan, which only hitched at the sensual roll of his hips. The hand on his lovely ass soon left its place, instead snaking up and under his shirt, the tips of her rounded— and polished— nails just barely skimming up the canvas of his back before allowing her fingers to marvel in the sensation that was Joon’s beautiful body. The hand remaining in his locks came and skimmed down the heated silk that was his neck, stopping her fingers’ advance at the curve of his collarbone with her palm resting against the top of his chest.
As much as she was loving every waking second of their gradual progression towards third base, Sukyung couldn’t help but remember something rather important in her lust-filled haze. The door was open, and it was mid-afternoon, which was all fine and good normally. The master could care less on who wanted to watch her get sexual, like really. Yet she was hyperaware of the fact that hunkilicious Joon— who had magical ass-massaging abilities it seemed— was not some ordinary student she just pulled in from the hall for a quick fuck. So Sukyung— being the tease Ms. Hyori is proud of and not letting his tongue in her mouth so soon— sucked the elder’s lower lip into her mouth, her teeth pressing delicately on the flesh as she took the hand on his chest to tilt his head up, allowing her to pull on his lip gently until it slipped out of her hold, slow and sensually. “The door?” she murmured, almost like a gentle reminder against his lips, her eyes opening to look at him with blown pupils, admiring the slight swollen look his lips were sporting.
