touch me, professor | winrina

- 4

She should've run. She should've made her.

Instead, Jimin took a few small steps towards Minjeong, making her way around her desk. It was an excruciatingly slow pace for the professor, whose arousal and adrenaline had thrown her judgment out the window.

When Jimin was finally at arm's length away, Minjeong wrapped her arm around her waist and pulled her forwards over her knee. Before Jimin could even process what was happening, Minjeong muffled her cry with a strong hand over her mouth.

Minjeong always practiced self-control.

Not today. Not with Jimin.

Jimin's skin felt like it was a thousand degrees as pleasure pooled between her legs. Minjeong had hardly touched her. With one hand covering her mouth, the other was on the small of her back, balancing her.

All she could hear and feel was her measured, controlled breathing and the coolness of her belt buckle against her side. It was so, so wrong but Jimin wanted this bad.

"Promise to be a good girl and stay quiet for me?" Minjeong's voice was ecstasy to Jimin's ears. Jimin nodded as best as she could and Minjeong slowly released her mouth to make sure she didn't make any sudden noises. Minjeong wasn't particularly in the mood to explain this situation to her colleagues in the next few rooms - as much as she wanted her cries to fill her office.

Minjeong hesitated, which she rarely did. But the professor was treading on a very thin line and she knew she had to be careful.

"Is this what you want?" Her voice was barely a whisper to Jimin, who lay over her, her face reddening. Jimin, on the other hand, didn't hesitate for a second.

"Yes."

With the same hand she used to shut her up, Minjeong aggressively fisted a handful of Jimin's hair. Jimin pursed her lips to conceal a cry, which escaped as a pitched whine. She knew her mistake.

"You will address me as 'Miss'. If you don't, I will make this much more unpleasant than it needs to be."

"I understand, miss."

Minjeong gently released Jimin's hair and she let a short-lived sigh of relief escape her lips. Minjeong brushed some of Jimin's hair to the side so she could gauge her reactions as she continued. With her dress already promiscuously short, Minjeong only had to adjust it slightly to expose herself to her.

She let her index finger slip between her lace thong and her skin, slowly tracing along her hip. She restrained herself from ripping it off her.

"If you need this to stop, just say so," Minjeong informed, now trailing her finger up and down Jimin's smooth leg at a tantalizing pace. Jimin took in a small gasp, her body begging for the action to be moved somewhere more intimate. She had never encountered a woman with this much control over her own pleasure.

"Why am I doing this, Karina?" Minjeong asked. She could feel her erection stiffen under Jimin as she felt her body respond to her in the subtlest of ways.

"Because..."

Suddenly, Jimin could feel it too, her words now faltering.

Minjeong knew she was practically overwhelming Jimin's senses to the point it wasn't plausible for her to expect a coherent response. Still, she wasn't going to go that easy.

Jimin felt a sharp slap on her thigh, the stinging after effect going straight to her core. Her reflexes forced her to lurch forward away from the source of the pain - but she couldn't get far.