**Detention with Hailee**

I knew detention was going to be boring as hell, but I didn’t expect *her* to be here. Hailee Steinfeld, sitting across the room in that tight little skirt and her hair pulled back in a loose ponytail. She was scribbling in her notebook, biting her bottom lip like she was thinking hard about something. I had crushed on her since sophomore year, but she barely knew I existed—until today.

The teacher stepped out to deal with some phone call, leaving us alone. The clock ticked obnoxiously loud. I shifted in my seat, trying not to stare, but then she glanced up and caught me. Instead of looking away, she smirked.

“You ever been in detention before?” she asked, her voice low, teasing.

I swallowed. “Nah, first time.”

She hummed, twirling her pen between her fingers. “Guess I’m a bad influence then.”

Before I could respond, she got up—slow, deliberate—and walked over to my desk. My heart hammered as she leaned against it, her skirt riding up just enough to show the smooth skin of her thighs.

“You look nervous,” she murmured.

I blinked. “Just… surprised you’re talking to me.”

She laughed softly, then bit her lip again. “I don’t just *talk*.”

And then, without warning, she dropped to her knees in front of me. My breath hitched as her hands slid up my thighs, her fingers hooking into the waistband of my jeans. My cock was already stiff, pressing hard against my zipper.

“You gonna let me take care of that?” she whispered, looking up at me through her lashes.

Fuck. I nodded, barely able to think as she undid my jeans and tugged them down just enough to free my aching dick. She licked her lips, wrapping her fingers around my shaft, stroking me slowly.

“Been wondering what you’d feel like,” she admitted, her breath warm against my skin.

Then her mouth was on me, wet and hot as she sucked the head of my cock into her throat. I groaned, gripping the edges of my chair as her tongue swirled around me. She took me deeper, inch by inch, until I could feel the back of her throat tighten around me.

“Fuck, Hailee—”

She pulled back, lips glistening, and smirked. “You taste good.”

Before I could respond, she dove back down, bobbing her head faster now, hollowing her cheeks. I could feel her saliva dripping down my shaft, her hand working what her mouth couldn’t take. The wet sounds of her sucking filled the empty classroom, mixing with my ragged breathing.

Her free hand slid between her own thighs, rubbing herself through her panties as she worked my cock. The sight of her getting off just from sucking me made me even harder.

“You like this, don’t you?” I managed, voice rough.

She moaned around my dick, the vibration sending shocks of pleasure straight to my balls.

Then the doorknob rattled.

Hailee pulled off with a wet *pop*, eyes wide. We both froze, but the door didn’t open. It was just the janitor outside, fiddling with his keys.

She looked back at me, grinning like she’d just won something. “Better make it quick, then.”

Before I could stop her, she swallowed me whole again, sucking harder, faster, her nails digging into my thighs. I couldn’t hold back—my hips jerked as I came, spilling hot and thick down her throat. She took every drop, swallowing greedily before pulling off with a satisfied sigh.

“Now we’re *both* in trouble,” she whispered, licking her lips.

And as she stood up, adjusting her skirt like nothing had happened, I knew I’d never look at detention the same way again.