𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 | ʲⁱᵏᵒᵒᵏ

01

jimin groaned quietly and earned a weird look from his best friend jongin sitting next to him.

"you okay?," he asked and leaned closer just to notice jimin's hand softly stroking over his pants.

"gross," he said and turned back to his own place.

jimin couldn't hold it anymore and let out a loud moan. a few classmates looked at jimin in confusion while his eyes were constantly caught on the screen of the laptop. the boy didn't notice it at all, because he had headphones on, and went on masturbating.

the teacher wondered what the young man was doing and seconds later he stood in front of jimin's and his best friend's table. jimin was interrupted in his doing by the taller boy next to him.

"jimin, mr jeon is-"

"not now jongin," jimin said panting, still not drawing his eyes off the screen.

he already had goosebumps and imagined his hot teacher fucking him while the hand in his pants got faster. he remembered exactly the teacher standing right in front of him now.

"park jimin what the fuck are you doing?," mr jeon asked while he peered over the table.

jimin looked up and saw his teacher looking at him and it turned him on even more. he saw his lips moving but he couldn't pay attention on what mr jeon was saying. he only thought about what his teacher could do to him with his mouth.

"jimin!"

jongin kicked his leg unter the table.

"ouch what was that for-," jimin called out loud while pulling his headphones out but he was interrupted by mr jeon.

"there will be consequences for you young man! we don't watch porn in school lessons."

the whole class started to laugh. jimin had their full and undivided attention.

he blushed and covered his pants with his hands. in his mind he first killed his best friend jongin because this idiot was laughing too and then himself because of the embarrassment.

"you'll stay here at the end of the lesson," mr jeon said seriously. jimin just nodded. he didn't look up until his teacher went back to the teacher's desk. what he now needed was a good excuse.

the school bell rang and jimin swallowed heavily. he was still embarrassed as hell. a few minutes ago he got hit by a paper plane on which was drawn a comic of him watching dirty movies.

he teared it in little pieces and threw it away but everyone knew what it was and they started laughing again. jimin wasn't that popular in his class but he also wasn't the one being hated. but what he knew was that till tomorrow everyone in this school would know exactly what happened and that wasn't a thing jimin could live with.

two weeks ago the school 'victim' was a little girl called yeun because she peed her pants during an exam. jimin was on the right way to be the next one everybody was talking about and he couldn't do anything against it.

jimin sighed and packed his bag slowly. he didn't have to hurry because there was still the conversation with mr jeon left. he was ashamed and exited at the same time. the boy waited until everyone left the room except mr jeon and him.

now that the two of them were alone, dirty thoughts came up in jimins mind again and he felt a little movement in his pants.

"shit," he thought, "what should i do now??"

mr jeon didn't pay attention to him at first, he just went on correcting something in an exercise book. jimin could feel cold sweat running down his cheeks and he sat down on a chair quickly. he really hoped that mr jeon wouldn't pay much attention on his dick pressing kind of painfully against his boxer shorts.

and then there were the dirty thoughts again which made it even worse. jimin watched mr jeons hands carefully. those god damn good looking soft hands. how they were holding the pen. they'd look much better wrapped around his dick-

"jimin," the teacher interrupted his fantasies. "i think we have to talk"

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