Caught

Danny’s breath hitched as he arched into his own grip, too lost in the rhythm to notice his professor’s sudden silence.

The Zoom thumbnail now frozen on their horrified expression rather than the algebraic equation. His phone buzzed violently against his desk, the screen lighting up with 12 New Messages from his best friend Luke, the latest one reading: "DUDE YOUR CAMERA’S ON."

The realization hit like a bucket of ice water. Danny’s hand stilled mid-stroke just as the porn tab emitted a particularly obscene squelch.

His entire body locking up like a deer in headlights as his gaze snapped to the corner of his screen. There was his own flushed face, sweat-slicked chest, and the very not academic motion of his right hand. The zoom chat had gone nuclear with messages that were scrolling faster than he could process.

The orgasm hit Danny like a freight train his back arched violently as his hand clenched around his cock, ropes of cum striping across his keyboard, monitor, and most horrifyingly, directly onto his webcam lens with a wet splat. "Oh fuck" His voice cracked into a mortified squeak as the Zoom chat exploded with "HOLY SHIT" and "SCREENSHOTTED.”

The professor’s pixelated face twisted into something between academic horror and disgust.

Before Danny could process what happened he was kicked from the lectures zoom meeting.

Danny barely registered it, too busy staring at the white streaks obscuring his camera feed his own reflection gazing back in stunned horror through the sticky mess like some cursed Renaissance painting.

“I’m so fucked”