Grade A
Title: Grade A
Pairing: Junghee/Gwiboon
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Junghee is disruptive in class. Her teacher, Gwiboon, will find a much more beneficial way to use that busy mouth.
Request by: unnie ♥
A/N: Oh my God it felt so fucking good to write lesbian SHINee ide, also no edit for this because I was lazy tbh xD;; I LOVE YOU UNNIE
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“Junghee.”
The brunette in question froze when her name was called as the bell rang, her fingers hovering over the strap of her backpack, which was slung over the back of her chair. Her eyes glanced up to the front of the room and standing at the front was her teacher, hands on her hips, waiting to be acknolwedged.
The rest of the class scrammed.
“Uh, yes?” Junghee answered, feeling her tongue sticking to the roof of her mouth.
Being called to stay after class wasn't usually a big deal.
That is, if Mrs. Kim Gwiboon wasn't the teacher calling you.
But in Junghee's case, it was Mrs. Kim calling her, and Junghee had the best friends in the world because they ran as fast as the rest of the class to get out of the room.
At first glance Mrs. Kim wasn't scary. In fact, she was beautiful. Impossibly so. Her hair was dyed blonde, but it didn't look fake or cheap, the tresses always styled fashionably and shimmering with health. Hair to be envious of, to be honest, with dark brown streaks in her bangs and on the underside of the rest of her hair. And her eyes - oh, her eyes. She had perfectly shaped cat-like eyes, and she was a magician with make-up because the smoky effect she gave herself made them look like they were permanently on bedroom mode. And her body, dear God, every girl in school was jealous of this grown woman's frame - voluptuous and curvy, with legs that went for miles and breasts that were perky in any top she wore.
Every guy had a crush on her, every girl wanted to be her...
And yet no student would ever, ever wish to be alone with her.
Kim Gwiboon was precise in her teaching. She was an amazing teacher - if she had amazing students. She accepted nothing less than perfection in her English class, and there wasn't a single student of hers that had anything lower than a B.
Well, except for Junghee, who was scraping by with a C-.
Kim Gwiboon was always swift with her punishment; she handed out detentions as easily as she handed out candy, she supplied extra homework on a three-day weekend without batting a luscious eyelash - but her favorite punishment was making students stay behind and miss half of their next class as they wrote lines on the whiteboard.
“Come here,” the teacher's voice was light and airy, like it almost always was. Junghee thought she must not be too mad if she didn't have that dangerous edge to her tone.
Obeying, Junghee left her bag at her desk and approached her teacher. Today Gwiboon was wearing a chiffon skirt and a white blouse with a belt cinching her waist, her feet in stunning black stilettos. Along with her great body and flawless looks, she had impeccable fashion taste.
Once Junghee was a few feet away from Gwiboon, she started to fidget. She had never been one on one with Gwiboon before and frankly she didn't know what to expect. Her grade was the worst in the class and she was disruptive sometimes because she had a hard time shutting her trap, but in this moment of time she couldn't think of anything specific that Gwiboon could have pinned her for.
“You know the rules of this classroom, right?” Gwiboon asked, her heels clicking on the floor as she rounded her desk and sat down in her chair, looking up at Junghee expectantly.
Junghee scooted forward to stand in front of Gwiboon's desk, folding her hands in front of her lap respectfully. “Yes, ma'am.”
“So then why,” Gwiboon's voice tinged with annoyance, as she put an elbow on her desk and held out her hand palm-up, “are you chewing gum during my lessons?”
Junghee swallowed out of reflex, nearly choking on her gum. She immediately lifted her hand and pulled the offensive chew out of her mouth, putting it in Gwiboon's outstretched palm, blushing furiously as she did so.
“I'm sorry, Mrs. Kim, I forgot I had it-”
Gwiboon snorted, tipping her hand over above her garbage can, the gum landing on some papers with a thwop. “I let you get away with a lot, Kim Junghee. You have the lowest grade in the class,” Junghee flinched, “you chatter with your friends all the time,” Junghee lowered her gaze shamefully, “and every Tuesday you're late with a different excuse every time.”
Junghee's shoulders slumped in defeat. “I apologize, Mrs. Kim.”
She wasn't looking, but Junghee heard Gwiboon's chair creak a bit, the noise signaling that Gwiboon was leaning back in her furniture. Junghee could see it now - her arms were crossed over her supple chest, her eyes were narrowed, and one perfect leg was crossed over the other.
“I'd hope that someone with a busy mouth like yours knows how to put it to use.”
At that, Junghee glanced up. Gwiboon was in the exact position Junghee had thought she'd be in, except for one minor detail: Gwiboon's lips were tugged upwards in a smirk, her eyes narrowed with feline grace, today's make-up making it impossible to distinguish the color of her irises. Junghee felt her heart pound at the sight.
It's not like Junghee was totally into girls. She could appreciate the female body, and sure once she had messed around with her friend last year at a party, but it didn't really go beyond physical attraction.
Physical attraction that she was feeling towards her English teacher.
Licking her lips, Junghee had no idea how to reply. Should she even say anything to that? What the fuck would she say?
Gwiboon leaned forward, resting her forearms on her desk, the valley of her cleavage staring Junghee in the face. Junghee had to forcibly move her gaze up to her teacher's, and the woman was still smiling that smile that was painfully hard to decipher.
With the sound of the chair rolling backwards, Gwiboon stood up abruptly and rounded the desk, fitting herself in the space between Junghee and the furniture. They were less than a foot apart and in her heels Junghee had to look up at her teacher, eyes wide and heart threatening to break out of her ribcage. The scent of Gwiboon's perfume infiltrated Junghee's nostrils and she couldn't help but let the smell go straight to her head, causing a wave of vertigo to flash through her system. Gwiboon smelled so fucking good.
“Junghee,” a manicured finger ran along Junghee's jaw, before tucking a strand of long brown hair behind the girl's ear. “Do you know how to use your mouth?”
For what? Eating? Drinking? Talking? Or, the dirtier part of her mind supplied, for pleasure.
Junghee felt her cheeks heat up. “I'm not sure I understand, teacher.”
Gwiboon's cat-like eyes flickered to the door, which automatically locked from the outside, keeping people out between periods. Junghee's eyes went there too, out of reflexive following, before Gwiboon's fingers trapped Junghee's jaw and forced her to look forward.
“You know exactly what I mean.” the blonde woman's voice was low, a pitch that Junghee had never heard before, and never wanted to forget. “I see the way my students look at me.” Gwiboon's lips parted in a smile, revealing straight, perfectly white teeth. Junghee's eyes flickered to her painted lips for a second before returning up to her teacher's gaze. “I've seen how you look at me.”
“I don't-”
Gwiboon's fingers moved from Junghee's jaw to her mouth, two fingers pressing against Junghee to get her to quiet down. Junghee could feel her lipgloss smearing across Gwiboon's skin, and her knees suddenly felt weak.
“Are you as bad at math as you are at English?” Gwiboon's voice was teasing, even patronizing, but the tone she used just made Junghee swallow the dryness in her throat and blink up at the woman in confusion. “Let's do an equation.” Gwiboon's fingers removed themselves from Junghee's mouth and suddenly the woman's hands were on Junghee's hips, pulling her forward. Gwiboon's backside rested on her desk, and she moved her mouth to Junghee's ear, voice sultry and low. “You're in trouble for being a bad student. You have a wonderful mouth.” Oh God Junghee's eyes were about to roll into the back of her head. “What do you think you should do to repay me for wasting my time?”
It felt like her chest was collapsing. Junghee let out a soft huff of a breath, mesmerized by the way Gwiboon shuddered as her warm breath hit the woman's neck.
“Use my mouth,” Junghee breathed out, not daring to touch her teacher yet. Oh God she could get in so much trouble for this but Gwiboon was right, she was a time waster and owed something to her, although Junghee probably could have been happy writing lines for the next hour (although not as satisfied).
Gwiboon pulled away from Junghee and hopped up on her desk, spreading her legs and starting to inch her skirt up her thighs with deft fingers. She smirked as Junghee's eyes lowered to every inch of exposed skin, and Gwiboon leaned back, looking quite inviting like that.
“Yeah, use it. On me.”
Immediately Junghee dropped to her knees, like she could no longer hold her own weight. She inched forward and boldly ran her palms up over Gwiboon's shins, marveling in the softness of her skin, her hands trailing up to slowly follow a few inches behind Gwiboon's own fingers which were still pulling her skirt up, up, up.
“Good girl,” Gwiboon praised, before her skirt finally reached its highest point.
Junghee felt her panties dampen at the sight of her teacher going commando. Unable to waist any more time, Junghee leaned forward and kissed at Gwiboon's exposed thighs, running her tongue over the perfect muscles that hid under the honey-flavored skin. Gwiboon would be the type to use flavored skin products. And God Junghee wouldn't complain. Ever. Her lips trailed further up, her fingers leading the way, the tips of her forefingers pressing into the line of Gwiboon's pelvis gently.
Gwiboon's pussy was already glistening, hairless and smooth and the prettiest shade of pink Junghee had ever seen. Junghee's dry mouth finally watered, saliva slicking up her tongue and preparing it for what it wanted to do. Junghee wasn't too far behind her tongue's instinctual movement, and pretty soon her lips were pressed to Gwiboon's folds, her nose rubbing over her clit and taking in the sweet, musky scent. Her tongue slid out, pressing flat against Gwiboon's flesh and dragging side to side, making Gwiboon's pussy lips rub over each other and spread the wetness.
“Hnh,” the woman's fingers immediately went to Junghee's hair, carelessly taking out the headband and letting it skitter across the floor so her fingers could wind into Junghee's chocolate tresses. Her thighs quivered, her breath hitched, and she lifted her hips a bit towards Junghee's mouth. “Yes, fuck.”
Junghee didn't care if it took her brain the rest of its existence to catch up with her, because her body was on such a high from tasting and inhaling Gwiboon. Her hands went to the backs of Gwiboon's knees, lifting them and spreading them further, really just wanting to feel the weight of the woman's legs in her hands. The backs of Gwiboon's stilettos rested on Junghee's shoulders, her thighs quaking on either side of Junghee's head as she pushed her mouth further into Gwiboon.
Her tongue swiped around Gwiboon's clit, alternating between sucking on the soft nub and spreading her folds only to let them clench back together. The workings of these muscles against Junghee's mouth was mind blowing, and Junghee pulled back for a second to suck in a breath, her eyes taking in the sight greedily before she lowered her mouth again, her tongue pushing into Gwiboon's pussy without much thought. She forced it in and felt the tight channel squeeze her tongue and try to suck it in further and fuck, if only Junghee's tongue was a bit longer, she wanted to feel that tightness clamping around her tongue and holding it hostage.
“Fuck,” Gwiboon cursed above her, her fingers carding through Junghee's hair, tangling it and smoothing it over in reptition, the woman clearly not knowing what to do with her hands.
Pulling away, Junghee felt the mixed juices of her saliva and Gwiboon's pussy dripping down her chin and landing on her skirt that was covering her thighs. She looked up at Gwiboon with glazed eyes and the blonde looked down at her, her eyes so impossibly dark and sexy lined with thick kohl, the flecks of glitter in her mascara making her eyes look like the night sky. They both moved at the same time, Gwiboon bending down and Junghee stretching up, their lips colliding, Gwiboon moaning as her tongue slid into Junghee's mouth dominantly and sucked the flavor off of the girl's tongue. Junghee stood up, her slender body fitting between Gwiboon's thighs easily, the teacher's legs pressing into either side of Junghee's hips to keep her in place.
Pushing Gwiboon back a bit. Junghee broke the kiss to look down and watch her fingers slide up and down the blonde's wet cunt. Her thumb passed over Gwiboon's clit and the woman bodily shuddered, her hands moving to grip Junghee's upper arms lightly but possessively.
But, a small part of Junghee's brain caught up to the situation, and reasoned that if Junghee was going to do this, then she might as well do this one-hundred percent. She wanted all of Gwiboon, and with that thought in mind she pulled her fingers away from between Gwiboon's legs and reached up to open the top half of Gwiboon's blouse, revealing the lacy purple bra and the swell of her breasts.
Letting out a breathy sigh of pleasure Junghee lowered her head to start mouthing the curve of Gwiboon's tits, her hands greedily massaging the flesh through the material of the bra. Her fingers slipped past the edges of the lace and swiped over perky nipples - she rolled them in her fingers and squeezed, palming them fully as her mouth lifted to kiss along the blonde's protruding collarbone. All of her skin tasted so good, the flavored and the unflavored, and when Gwiboon's hands moved from Junghee's arms to the girls' uniform shirt, Junghee pressed into the touch needily.
Soon enough they were palming each other's breasts and exchanging sloppy, wet kisses, still able to exchange Gwiboon's flavor on their tongues.
“Junghee,” Gwiboon panted against her mouth, her hands moving to Junghee's hips, pulling her closer and tugging a bit, urging for the girl to get up on her lap.
Obliging, Junghee climbed atop Gwiboon's lap and grinded down against her, Gwiboon scooting back a bit and scattering papers and pens with an impatient hand. Her other hand moved between Junghee's legs and her fingers pulled the crotch of Junghee's panties out of the way, swiping along the folds before plunging inside of the girl. Junghee muffled a cry in the crook of Gwiboon's neck, breathing in her scent and rocking down onto her fingers, pleasure blooming in the pit of her stomach.
For a few moments Junghee let Gwiboon fuck her, let herself drown in the feel of her teacher's fingers stroking every sensitive part of her pussy. Her body was shaking, trembling, and then she reached up to push Gwiboon down onto the desk, the fingers slipping free of her body and making her whine a bit.
But hey, this was about her doing something for her teacher, right?
Smirking, Junghee moved her arm between their bodies, shifting her own atop of Gwiboon's to give her easy access to what she wanted. The way Gwiboon's back arched was poetry, and Junghee teasingly ran her wet fingers along the sensitive flesh of Gwiboon's inner thighs.
“Junghee, fuck,” Gwiboon panted out, a whine tinging her voice.
“Hm?” Junghee prompted. She was in no place to be smart with her teacher, but she couldn't help it. Gwiboon was always so in control of everything, watching her unwind at the touch of Junghee's fingers was making the girl's brain barrel roll.
“Fuck me, fuck,” the blonde panted, her hair splayed over the desk, her bra pushed up over her tits and her ribs flexing with every measured breath she took.
Junghee's fingers pushed into Gwiboon's heat and oh God, if it was heaven around her tongue, then it was sin around her fingers. She could reach deeper, probe farther and she pressed her fingers upwards, watching as Gwiboon vibrated in pleasure and tossed her head side to side. Unable to help herself, Junghee straddled one of Gwiboon's legs and rubbed her own wetness over the expanse of smooth skin, rolling her hips as Gwiboon raised her leg a bit to return the application of pleasure.
“Shit, Junghee, you're...” Gwiboon was obviously having a hard time putting together sentences, the eloquent teacher reduced to nothing under Junghee's administrations.
And Junghee wasn't much better, on top of her teacher and watching her squirm and moan in ways that a porn star would be jealous of. Her fingers fucked into Gwiboon that much harder, pressed against her sensitive walls that much longer, and Gwiboon gasped, tossing her head back and whimpering “right there, fuck, there”, her hips lifting to meet Junghee's thrusting fingers.
The sight alone made Junghee shudder and let out a breath, her body leaning down to press an open-mouthed kiss to Gwiboon's mouth. The woman's arms wrapped around Junghee's body and pulled her close, their tits rubbing over each other and Junghee swallowed the moan that spilled from Gwiboon's mouth at the same time Junghee felt the woman's orgasm creaming over her fingers stickily. Junghee was about to pull away after a job well done, but one of Gwiboon's arms kept her firmly in place, her other hand moving between Junghee's legs to relentlessly rub at her clit and slide along her folds.
Gwiboon's mouth went to Junghee's ear, her teeth scraping over the shell as she spoke lowly.
“Good job, Junghee.”
That was all it took for Junghee to come, her body spasming as ripples of pleasure numbed her from the inside out, her body almost collapsing on top of Gwiboon's.
She barely had time to recover her breath before Gwiboon was sitting up and pushing Junghee off of her lap, the brunette barely able to stay on her feet as soon as they landed on the floor. She picked up her headband in a daze and put it on her head, her hair a mess anyway, and Gwiboon stood up from her sprawled position, fixing her clothes and fluffing her hair a bit, an amused smirk on her lips.
“You may go.”
The dismissal didn't need to be said twice. Junghee grabbed her bag and practically ran out of the classroom, catching the side of Gwiboon licking her fingers as the door shut.
Jesus Christ what the fuck was that.
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The next day monthly reports were handed out, Junghee staring at the grade marked on her paper with wide eyes.
“Eh?” Taeyeon leaned over and saw the giant B+ at the top of Junghee's paper. “That's not fair, you were just almost failing! What kind of extra credit did you do?”
Junghee swallowed thickly and glanced up to the front of the room, where Gwiboon passed her a knowing smirk from behind her posh, dark-framed glasses.
Shaking herself back to reality, Junghee offered Taeyeon a shaky smile. “Uh, the usual I guess.”
Taeyeon whined, “No fair, Mrs. Kim doesn't like anyone!”
Licking her lips, Junghee smirked to herself and shrugged. “She's not so bad.”
Not bad at all, Junghee thought in the back of her mind and glanced up at Gwiboon, who was smirking to herself and lightly running a capped pen over her bottom lip. Their eyes caught and Gwiboon lightly sucked the end of the pen into her mouth, the action covered up by her hand and meant just for Junghee.
Yeah... no regrets.
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Pairing: Junghee/Gwiboon
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Junghee is disruptive in class. Her teacher, Gwiboon, will find a much more beneficial way to use that busy mouth.
Request by: unnie ♥
A/N: Oh my God it felt so fucking good to write lesbian SHINee ide, also no edit for this because I was lazy tbh xD;; I LOVE YOU UNNIE
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“Junghee.”
The brunette in question froze when her name was called as the bell rang, her fingers hovering over the strap of her backpack, which was slung over the back of her chair. Her eyes glanced up to the front of the room and standing at the front was her teacher, hands on her hips, waiting to be acknolwedged.
The rest of the class scrammed.
“Uh, yes?” Junghee answered, feeling her tongue sticking to the roof of her mouth.
Being called to stay after class wasn't usually a big deal.
That is, if Mrs. Kim Gwiboon wasn't the teacher calling you.
But in Junghee's case, it was Mrs. Kim calling her, and Junghee had the best friends in the world because they ran as fast as the rest of the class to get out of the room.
At first glance Mrs. Kim wasn't scary. In fact, she was beautiful. Impossibly so. Her hair was dyed blonde, but it didn't look fake or cheap, the tresses always styled fashionably and shimmering with health. Hair to be envious of, to be honest, with dark brown streaks in her bangs and on the underside of the rest of her hair. And her eyes - oh, her eyes. She had perfectly shaped cat-like eyes, and she was a magician with make-up because the smoky effect she gave herself made them look like they were permanently on bedroom mode. And her body, dear God, every girl in school was jealous of this grown woman's frame - voluptuous and curvy, with legs that went for miles and breasts that were perky in any top she wore.
Every guy had a crush on her, every girl wanted to be her...
And yet no student would ever, ever wish to be alone with her.
Kim Gwiboon was precise in her teaching. She was an amazing teacher - if she had amazing students. She accepted nothing less than perfection in her English class, and there wasn't a single student of hers that had anything lower than a B.
Well, except for Junghee, who was scraping by with a C-.
Kim Gwiboon was always swift with her punishment; she handed out detentions as easily as she handed out candy, she supplied extra homework on a three-day weekend without batting a luscious eyelash - but her favorite punishment was making students stay behind and miss half of their next class as they wrote lines on the whiteboard.
“Come here,” the teacher's voice was light and airy, like it almost always was. Junghee thought she must not be too mad if she didn't have that dangerous edge to her tone.
Obeying, Junghee left her bag at her desk and approached her teacher. Today Gwiboon was wearing a chiffon skirt and a white blouse with a belt cinching her waist, her feet in stunning black stilettos. Along with her great body and flawless looks, she had impeccable fashion taste.
Once Junghee was a few feet away from Gwiboon, she started to fidget. She had never been one on one with Gwiboon before and frankly she didn't know what to expect. Her grade was the worst in the class and she was disruptive sometimes because she had a hard time shutting her trap, but in this moment of time she couldn't think of anything specific that Gwiboon could have pinned her for.
“You know the rules of this classroom, right?” Gwiboon asked, her heels clicking on the floor as she rounded her desk and sat down in her chair, looking up at Junghee expectantly.
Junghee scooted forward to stand in front of Gwiboon's desk, folding her hands in front of her lap respectfully. “Yes, ma'am.”
“So then why,” Gwiboon's voice tinged with annoyance, as she put an elbow on her desk and held out her hand palm-up, “are you chewing gum during my lessons?”
Junghee swallowed out of reflex, nearly choking on her gum. She immediately lifted her hand and pulled the offensive chew out of her mouth, putting it in Gwiboon's outstretched palm, blushing furiously as she did so.
“I'm sorry, Mrs. Kim, I forgot I had it-”
Gwiboon snorted, tipping her hand over above her garbage can, the gum landing on some papers with a thwop. “I let you get away with a lot, Kim Junghee. You have the lowest grade in the class,” Junghee flinched, “you chatter with your friends all the time,” Junghee lowered her gaze shamefully, “and every Tuesday you're late with a different excuse every time.”
Junghee's shoulders slumped in defeat. “I apologize, Mrs. Kim.”
She wasn't looking, but Junghee heard Gwiboon's chair creak a bit, the noise signaling that Gwiboon was leaning back in her furniture. Junghee could see it now - her arms were crossed over her supple chest, her eyes were narrowed, and one perfect leg was crossed over the other.
“I'd hope that someone with a busy mouth like yours knows how to put it to use.”
At that, Junghee glanced up. Gwiboon was in the exact position Junghee had thought she'd be in, except for one minor detail: Gwiboon's lips were tugged upwards in a smirk, her eyes narrowed with feline grace, today's make-up making it impossible to distinguish the color of her irises. Junghee felt her heart pound at the sight.
It's not like Junghee was totally into girls. She could appreciate the female body, and sure once she had messed around with her friend last year at a party, but it didn't really go beyond physical attraction.
Physical attraction that she was feeling towards her English teacher.
Licking her lips, Junghee had no idea how to reply. Should she even say anything to that? What the fuck would she say?
Gwiboon leaned forward, resting her forearms on her desk, the valley of her cleavage staring Junghee in the face. Junghee had to forcibly move her gaze up to her teacher's, and the woman was still smiling that smile that was painfully hard to decipher.
With the sound of the chair rolling backwards, Gwiboon stood up abruptly and rounded the desk, fitting herself in the space between Junghee and the furniture. They were less than a foot apart and in her heels Junghee had to look up at her teacher, eyes wide and heart threatening to break out of her ribcage. The scent of Gwiboon's perfume infiltrated Junghee's nostrils and she couldn't help but let the smell go straight to her head, causing a wave of vertigo to flash through her system. Gwiboon smelled so fucking good.
“Junghee,” a manicured finger ran along Junghee's jaw, before tucking a strand of long brown hair behind the girl's ear. “Do you know how to use your mouth?”
For what? Eating? Drinking? Talking? Or, the dirtier part of her mind supplied, for pleasure.
Junghee felt her cheeks heat up. “I'm not sure I understand, teacher.”
Gwiboon's cat-like eyes flickered to the door, which automatically locked from the outside, keeping people out between periods. Junghee's eyes went there too, out of reflexive following, before Gwiboon's fingers trapped Junghee's jaw and forced her to look forward.
“You know exactly what I mean.” the blonde woman's voice was low, a pitch that Junghee had never heard before, and never wanted to forget. “I see the way my students look at me.” Gwiboon's lips parted in a smile, revealing straight, perfectly white teeth. Junghee's eyes flickered to her painted lips for a second before returning up to her teacher's gaze. “I've seen how you look at me.”
“I don't-”
Gwiboon's fingers moved from Junghee's jaw to her mouth, two fingers pressing against Junghee to get her to quiet down. Junghee could feel her lipgloss smearing across Gwiboon's skin, and her knees suddenly felt weak.
“Are you as bad at math as you are at English?” Gwiboon's voice was teasing, even patronizing, but the tone she used just made Junghee swallow the dryness in her throat and blink up at the woman in confusion. “Let's do an equation.” Gwiboon's fingers removed themselves from Junghee's mouth and suddenly the woman's hands were on Junghee's hips, pulling her forward. Gwiboon's backside rested on her desk, and she moved her mouth to Junghee's ear, voice sultry and low. “You're in trouble for being a bad student. You have a wonderful mouth.” Oh God Junghee's eyes were about to roll into the back of her head. “What do you think you should do to repay me for wasting my time?”
It felt like her chest was collapsing. Junghee let out a soft huff of a breath, mesmerized by the way Gwiboon shuddered as her warm breath hit the woman's neck.
“Use my mouth,” Junghee breathed out, not daring to touch her teacher yet. Oh God she could get in so much trouble for this but Gwiboon was right, she was a time waster and owed something to her, although Junghee probably could have been happy writing lines for the next hour (although not as satisfied).
Gwiboon pulled away from Junghee and hopped up on her desk, spreading her legs and starting to inch her skirt up her thighs with deft fingers. She smirked as Junghee's eyes lowered to every inch of exposed skin, and Gwiboon leaned back, looking quite inviting like that.
“Yeah, use it. On me.”
Immediately Junghee dropped to her knees, like she could no longer hold her own weight. She inched forward and boldly ran her palms up over Gwiboon's shins, marveling in the softness of her skin, her hands trailing up to slowly follow a few inches behind Gwiboon's own fingers which were still pulling her skirt up, up, up.
“Good girl,” Gwiboon praised, before her skirt finally reached its highest point.
Junghee felt her panties dampen at the sight of her teacher going commando. Unable to waist any more time, Junghee leaned forward and kissed at Gwiboon's exposed thighs, running her tongue over the perfect muscles that hid under the honey-flavored skin. Gwiboon would be the type to use flavored skin products. And God Junghee wouldn't complain. Ever. Her lips trailed further up, her fingers leading the way, the tips of her forefingers pressing into the line of Gwiboon's pelvis gently.
Gwiboon's pussy was already glistening, hairless and smooth and the prettiest shade of pink Junghee had ever seen. Junghee's dry mouth finally watered, saliva slicking up her tongue and preparing it for what it wanted to do. Junghee wasn't too far behind her tongue's instinctual movement, and pretty soon her lips were pressed to Gwiboon's folds, her nose rubbing over her clit and taking in the sweet, musky scent. Her tongue slid out, pressing flat against Gwiboon's flesh and dragging side to side, making Gwiboon's pussy lips rub over each other and spread the wetness.
“Hnh,” the woman's fingers immediately went to Junghee's hair, carelessly taking out the headband and letting it skitter across the floor so her fingers could wind into Junghee's chocolate tresses. Her thighs quivered, her breath hitched, and she lifted her hips a bit towards Junghee's mouth. “Yes, fuck.”
Junghee didn't care if it took her brain the rest of its existence to catch up with her, because her body was on such a high from tasting and inhaling Gwiboon. Her hands went to the backs of Gwiboon's knees, lifting them and spreading them further, really just wanting to feel the weight of the woman's legs in her hands. The backs of Gwiboon's stilettos rested on Junghee's shoulders, her thighs quaking on either side of Junghee's head as she pushed her mouth further into Gwiboon.
Her tongue swiped around Gwiboon's clit, alternating between sucking on the soft nub and spreading her folds only to let them clench back together. The workings of these muscles against Junghee's mouth was mind blowing, and Junghee pulled back for a second to suck in a breath, her eyes taking in the sight greedily before she lowered her mouth again, her tongue pushing into Gwiboon's pussy without much thought. She forced it in and felt the tight channel squeeze her tongue and try to suck it in further and fuck, if only Junghee's tongue was a bit longer, she wanted to feel that tightness clamping around her tongue and holding it hostage.
“Fuck,” Gwiboon cursed above her, her fingers carding through Junghee's hair, tangling it and smoothing it over in reptition, the woman clearly not knowing what to do with her hands.
Pulling away, Junghee felt the mixed juices of her saliva and Gwiboon's pussy dripping down her chin and landing on her skirt that was covering her thighs. She looked up at Gwiboon with glazed eyes and the blonde looked down at her, her eyes so impossibly dark and sexy lined with thick kohl, the flecks of glitter in her mascara making her eyes look like the night sky. They both moved at the same time, Gwiboon bending down and Junghee stretching up, their lips colliding, Gwiboon moaning as her tongue slid into Junghee's mouth dominantly and sucked the flavor off of the girl's tongue. Junghee stood up, her slender body fitting between Gwiboon's thighs easily, the teacher's legs pressing into either side of Junghee's hips to keep her in place.
Pushing Gwiboon back a bit. Junghee broke the kiss to look down and watch her fingers slide up and down the blonde's wet cunt. Her thumb passed over Gwiboon's clit and the woman bodily shuddered, her hands moving to grip Junghee's upper arms lightly but possessively.
But, a small part of Junghee's brain caught up to the situation, and reasoned that if Junghee was going to do this, then she might as well do this one-hundred percent. She wanted all of Gwiboon, and with that thought in mind she pulled her fingers away from between Gwiboon's legs and reached up to open the top half of Gwiboon's blouse, revealing the lacy purple bra and the swell of her breasts.
Letting out a breathy sigh of pleasure Junghee lowered her head to start mouthing the curve of Gwiboon's tits, her hands greedily massaging the flesh through the material of the bra. Her fingers slipped past the edges of the lace and swiped over perky nipples - she rolled them in her fingers and squeezed, palming them fully as her mouth lifted to kiss along the blonde's protruding collarbone. All of her skin tasted so good, the flavored and the unflavored, and when Gwiboon's hands moved from Junghee's arms to the girls' uniform shirt, Junghee pressed into the touch needily.
Soon enough they were palming each other's breasts and exchanging sloppy, wet kisses, still able to exchange Gwiboon's flavor on their tongues.
“Junghee,” Gwiboon panted against her mouth, her hands moving to Junghee's hips, pulling her closer and tugging a bit, urging for the girl to get up on her lap.
Obliging, Junghee climbed atop Gwiboon's lap and grinded down against her, Gwiboon scooting back a bit and scattering papers and pens with an impatient hand. Her other hand moved between Junghee's legs and her fingers pulled the crotch of Junghee's panties out of the way, swiping along the folds before plunging inside of the girl. Junghee muffled a cry in the crook of Gwiboon's neck, breathing in her scent and rocking down onto her fingers, pleasure blooming in the pit of her stomach.
For a few moments Junghee let Gwiboon fuck her, let herself drown in the feel of her teacher's fingers stroking every sensitive part of her pussy. Her body was shaking, trembling, and then she reached up to push Gwiboon down onto the desk, the fingers slipping free of her body and making her whine a bit.
But hey, this was about her doing something for her teacher, right?
Smirking, Junghee moved her arm between their bodies, shifting her own atop of Gwiboon's to give her easy access to what she wanted. The way Gwiboon's back arched was poetry, and Junghee teasingly ran her wet fingers along the sensitive flesh of Gwiboon's inner thighs.
“Junghee, fuck,” Gwiboon panted out, a whine tinging her voice.
“Hm?” Junghee prompted. She was in no place to be smart with her teacher, but she couldn't help it. Gwiboon was always so in control of everything, watching her unwind at the touch of Junghee's fingers was making the girl's brain barrel roll.
“Fuck me, fuck,” the blonde panted, her hair splayed over the desk, her bra pushed up over her tits and her ribs flexing with every measured breath she took.
Junghee's fingers pushed into Gwiboon's heat and oh God, if it was heaven around her tongue, then it was sin around her fingers. She could reach deeper, probe farther and she pressed her fingers upwards, watching as Gwiboon vibrated in pleasure and tossed her head side to side. Unable to help herself, Junghee straddled one of Gwiboon's legs and rubbed her own wetness over the expanse of smooth skin, rolling her hips as Gwiboon raised her leg a bit to return the application of pleasure.
“Shit, Junghee, you're...” Gwiboon was obviously having a hard time putting together sentences, the eloquent teacher reduced to nothing under Junghee's administrations.
And Junghee wasn't much better, on top of her teacher and watching her squirm and moan in ways that a porn star would be jealous of. Her fingers fucked into Gwiboon that much harder, pressed against her sensitive walls that much longer, and Gwiboon gasped, tossing her head back and whimpering “right there, fuck, there”, her hips lifting to meet Junghee's thrusting fingers.
The sight alone made Junghee shudder and let out a breath, her body leaning down to press an open-mouthed kiss to Gwiboon's mouth. The woman's arms wrapped around Junghee's body and pulled her close, their tits rubbing over each other and Junghee swallowed the moan that spilled from Gwiboon's mouth at the same time Junghee felt the woman's orgasm creaming over her fingers stickily. Junghee was about to pull away after a job well done, but one of Gwiboon's arms kept her firmly in place, her other hand moving between Junghee's legs to relentlessly rub at her clit and slide along her folds.
Gwiboon's mouth went to Junghee's ear, her teeth scraping over the shell as she spoke lowly.
“Good job, Junghee.”
That was all it took for Junghee to come, her body spasming as ripples of pleasure numbed her from the inside out, her body almost collapsing on top of Gwiboon's.
She barely had time to recover her breath before Gwiboon was sitting up and pushing Junghee off of her lap, the brunette barely able to stay on her feet as soon as they landed on the floor. She picked up her headband in a daze and put it on her head, her hair a mess anyway, and Gwiboon stood up from her sprawled position, fixing her clothes and fluffing her hair a bit, an amused smirk on her lips.
“You may go.”
The dismissal didn't need to be said twice. Junghee grabbed her bag and practically ran out of the classroom, catching the side of Gwiboon licking her fingers as the door shut.
Jesus Christ what the fuck was that.
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The next day monthly reports were handed out, Junghee staring at the grade marked on her paper with wide eyes.
“Eh?” Taeyeon leaned over and saw the giant B+ at the top of Junghee's paper. “That's not fair, you were just almost failing! What kind of extra credit did you do?”
Junghee swallowed thickly and glanced up to the front of the room, where Gwiboon passed her a knowing smirk from behind her posh, dark-framed glasses.
Shaking herself back to reality, Junghee offered Taeyeon a shaky smile. “Uh, the usual I guess.”
Taeyeon whined, “No fair, Mrs. Kim doesn't like anyone!”
Licking her lips, Junghee smirked to herself and shrugged. “She's not so bad.”
Not bad at all, Junghee thought in the back of her mind and glanced up at Gwiboon, who was smirking to herself and lightly running a capped pen over her bottom lip. Their eyes caught and Gwiboon lightly sucked the end of the pen into her mouth, the action covered up by her hand and meant just for Junghee.
Yeah... no regrets.
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