Himchan - Night In The Office
Anon asked for a sequel to Day In The Office. -Admin Em
Warnings: college teacher student relationship, mentions of sexting, oral, spanking.
Over the course of the semester your “lessons” with Himchan had continued on Fridays when possible. Sometime he had meetings, other times you had other classwork to focus on. It’s now a week before finals, meaning that your window of being around Himchan is closing. You were aware when this started that it wouldn’t be something that could continue once the semester ended. Although, then you would be graduated. You don’t want to get your hopes up, but maybe the sexting that started around midterms could continue.
Himchan had his doubts about it back when you proposed the idea. Both of you are incredibly careful about it when the occasion arises. You both made separate accounts on Snapchat just for that purpose and clear all the data as much as possible whenever it was done. Although sometimes your sexts turned into other conversation, mainly you venting about other classes and getting some help from him or him telling you about some of his own stress. He never got to personal, but it still made you feel closer to him any time he opened up like that.
Thinking about it, you sign into the account to see there are no new messages and you debate asking if he has tonight free. Usually he’s good about telling you so you assume that you’ll be fine to head to his office later before you sign back into your normal account.
As time goes on, you can’t help but think about letting out some of the pent up frustrations. You haven’t had a chance with him for the last three weeks, and the last two class meetings he’s been dressing in some of the outfits he knows drive you crazy. So today you did the same, wearing an outfit he’s mentioned liking you in. Your body shudders at the thought of him touching you while telling you how you made him feel.
You pull yourself out of your fantasy as your class ends, meaning it’s time to go see the man himself. He should already be in his office since his last class on Fridays ended an hour ago. Anticipation makes you walk fast so that you reach his office in no time, knocking lightly as you enter. He’s sitting at his desk, typing rapidly at his keyboard only to stop to make not of something on the paper in front of him before he looks up at you.
“Aren’t you quite the sight today,” he smirks, leaning back in his chair. “Unfortunately I have assignments to finish grading/”
“How long will that take?”
He looks at a stack of papers, “Could be an hour, could be less.”
“I’ll wait,” you tell him, locking the door so you don’t forget later. There was no way you would leave. So close to finals it’s unlikely that you’ll have the chance before you leave after graduation.
He doesn’t argue as you pull out your Chemistry textbooks to re-read a chapter you know you’ll have trouble with on the final. The office is silent other than the typing, but it doesn’t bother you. You’re quiet comfortable and focus until Himchan announces he only has three more to go. You glance at the time to see it’s been about forty-five minutes. Slowly, you pack your things back up, seeing him finish another paper up as an idea forms in your mind.
While his attention is on his work, you crawl underneath the opening of his desk. You lick your lips as your hand comes to rest on his knee, causing him to jump slightly, but he doesn’t say a word. As you move your hand slowly upward, his legs slowly spread, giving you more room. You lightly move your hand over the forming tent in his pant before moving your hand back down his thigh. When you reach his knee again, you place your other hand on his other knee and move back up, finding him harder now.
Smirking, you palm him lightly through his chain for a moment before undoing his jeans. He raises his hips, allowing you to pull them and his boxers down to his ankles. You shift positions to be closer before you spit in your hand before taking hold of him. He lets out a soft groan at your touch. As you start to move your hand you hear his breathing quicken. You keep your movements slow “Two more,” he tells you in a strained voice.
You shift again, licking along the vein on the underside of his cock, causing his hips to buck slightly. The action is repeated twice more before you take his tip into your mouth to swirl your tongue around it, earning a moan. Finally, you take in more of him, setting a slow rhythm as you pull back.
After a few bobs you hear Himchan orders,“Touch yourself for me,” Himchan orders.
You aren’t about to disobey, stopping your actions to remove all clothing from your lower half. As you start to tease his tip, your hand travels to your wetness, touching yourself with a soft moan. While you lower your head, you insert a finger into yourself. Your actions continue as a gentle hand gathers your hair to guide your pace. “When I, ah, finish this I want you in my lap,” Himchan tells you.
His words urge you on as you continue working yourself. The anticipation has you already practically shaking His last paper must not take long or your sense of time is off as there’s a more forceful tug on your hair. You pull away, watching as Himchan moves his chair back so you can come out from under the desk. Before you move toward him you discard your top and bra, watching as he rolls on a condom.
Carefully, you shift so you’re straddling him and holding onto the back of the chair. You can’t help the small worry that the chair will break, but as you feel fingers slide into you the thought goes away. “You’re so eager my little tease,” he chuckles as you moan.
You want to say something back, but the words are lost as suddenly his fingers are replaced by his cock. On instinct, your body doesn’t wait for his command to ride him as you begin rock against him. His hands grip your hips, but let you work yourself as his lips press to your collarbone. You desperately wish he could leave some sort of mark there, but it as always it was too risky.
Still, that did not stop him from smacking your ass or leaving bruises on your hips from how tight he would hold you sometimes. Confident in your position you let go of the back of the chair and undo his button down to reveal his chest to you. His hands move over your body, moaning as your walls tighten around him. There are a few times your nails scratch against his chest, making his breathing shake.
He can tell you’re stamina is wavering as your release gets closer and closer, so he bucks up into you, causing your orgasm with minimal warning. He works you through it before maneuvering to lift you and lay you in an empty spot on his desk. You cling to his open shirt as he pounds into you. You bite your lip harshly as you feel his thumb press to your clit, ready to get another orgasm from you. Between the soft pants by your ear and your whines, you hear him muttering how good you look.
It’s when he nips your earlobe that your second release hits you, which makes him let out a low moan with his own climax. When the both of you are able to control your breathing a bit, he pulls out to dispose of the condom and grab wipes from his desk. You don’t move even as you feel him cleaning you before he does the same to himself.
What jars you from you state is soft lips on yours and a whisper of, “If I could fail you to keep you around I would.”
“What?” You pull back from the kiss, wanting to make sure you were hearing him clearly.
“If I could fail you to keep you around I would. Although, I could always use an assistant.”
You can’t help the fluttering in your chest, “I have a job lined up after graduation,” you tell him and watch as he tries to mask a pained expression. “But,” you start quickly, “It’s in the area, so I’ll be able to visit...if you really want.”
His face cracks into a grin before he kisses you again. “I wouldn’t let this get away from me so easily,” he mumbles as he pulls away to pull his pants up.
“Good,” is all you can bring yourself to say as you hop off the desk to find your clothing. You try not to think too much into his words as you get dressed. Expecting this to be anything more than sex was foolish, but you can’t help but think of some of your other conversations or how comfortable it was around him. Even his face when he thought you wouldn’t come back, although a voice inside your head wants you to merely put that off as he would miss having sex so often.
You should probably talk to him about this, but you can’t bring yourself to say anything. Maybe after your final you could message him about it. Finals should be your priority.
Yeah, that seems like a good plan. For now, you will continue as if nothing has changed in your mind.
Once both of you are dressed and make sure nothing looks out of order he kisses you once more. “Study hard, and see me after your last final,” he tells you.
“Yes sir,” you agree, but your heart beats faster as you wonder how that will go. As you walk out the office door, you take a deep breath and remind yourself that you had just told yourself that these were questions for later.
