Caught.

“Mmgh, fuck, Heejin, fuck…”

You lean back in your chair, pants undone. The classroom is empty, just what you need for a time like now. You don’t want anyone disturbing you, especially right now, when you’re masturbating.

“Fuck, you’re so hot, Heejin-ah, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

You stroke your cock at the thought of your Class President Jeon Heejin—to be exact, you’re imagining her stripping, just for you.

It’s all in your head, yes, but it might as well be real anyway, the way her sleek nose crinkles when she smiles.

Right now, she has her uniform half-opened, her breasts shown all for your viewing pleasure.

Heejin moves to kneel right between your legs:

“Seungmin-ah, let me take care of this…”

“Oh, fuck, Heejin…”

Heejin quickly sniffs your leaking head before she pulls her hair back near her crown and then bobs her head up and down your shaft.

The slick sounds of your precum pooling and squelching under your foreskin and over your tip are the least of your concerns, especially when you have to keep pace with the half-naked girl’s steadily sloppier slurps.

You slide your other hand down to your balls, then gently cup and massage them in your palm, just as you imagine Heejin would. Her slender fingers would handle you so well—gentle, yet firm…

Fuck, just imagine how they’d look pumping her pussy in twos, in threes, inches away from your face.

“Heejin-ah, Jeon Heejin, fuck, that’s it, just like that, fuck…”

You close your eyes and savour the waves of pleasure that emanate from your core. Heejin brings the basest desires out of you—you just want to fuck her, to feel her pussy squeeze your cock during sex, to fucking cum deep in that fucking tight body of hers.

“God, I want you so bad, Jeon Heejin—”

“Student Yoon Seung Min, what are you doing?” the hot breath that accompanies the faint brushing of a cheek on your ear asks in its deep tone.

Not even the cool afternoon breeze against your sweaty skin managed to make your skin crawl like this.

Perhaps you shouldn’t have been closing your eyes so tightly.

Oh fuck, shit, fuck, fuck!

You hunch over as your shocked brain attempts to guide your sweaty slick fingers’ scramble to hide your hard cock, each attempt frustrated by each beat of her silent laughter.

There’s no escape.

All you can do is spread your precum all over your light navy slacks—you can’t grab the waistband of your underwear, much less the tiny little metal tab—

“Stop.”

Heejin’s authoritative tone freezes any fumbling.

“Move your hands away.”

“What—”

“Do it.

” Now.“

Ashamed, guilty—and still a little turned on—you let your hands slide away from your exposed cock down to your sides—a little moan escapes when you feel your soaked foreskin peeling itself back to reveal your tip still shamelessly leaking out beads of precum, as if Heejin was still sucking you off.

"Tell me… what were you doing?”

“N-Nothing! I promise!”

“That didn’t look like ‘nothing,’ Seungmin. That looked like a student in quite a bit of need to me.”

Heejin steps around to your front. She pushes your desk away from you with her hip, then leans against it, right in front of you.

“I… I…”

You can’t meet her eyes at all.

“In fact, it looked like a student with a little too much need.

“Tell me, Seungmin, what did you need so badly that you had to hide in here, during lunch, to masturbate while moaning my name, hm?”

“I…”

“Did you need… me, that badly, Seungmin?”

“N-No—I… uhm… I—”

“Come on, Seungmin. It’s just a yes or no question.

“Did you…”

—her heel stops bouncing—

“need me…”

—her toe stops right at your loafer—

“that badly?”

“Y-Yes…”

Your head hangs in embarrassment—even in the best case scenario, the Class President would probably hang this over your head forever.

“Seungmin, look at me.”