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baekhyuq · 5 years

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“Déjà vu.” | Baekhyun (m) Teacher!AU | Chapter 2.

Title: Sensory Strip

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst (maybe)

Warnings: Smut/Language

Word count: 2.3k

Summary: Your new obsession as of late has been masturbating sessions when your favorite cam boy is live-streaming . But too bad some nights you’ve got too much homework due from your Psychology teacher to watch your oh so hot cam boy.

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The day before made you anxious, looking all over for a man who could even slightly resemble your oh so hot cam boy. He knew about you, but you had absolutely no clue who it could be. Your Psychology class actually had a field trip to a history of psychology museum which would’ve been exciting if you were looking over your shoulder every three seconds.

After the bus was unloaded and people took interest in different things at the museum, you immediately felt someone’s eyes following you. Your Professor’s to be exact, his eyes were trained on your figure moving across the room to each artifact. His eyes didn’t leave you for a second. The museum was filled with small things here and there, many rooms leading into others. There was one particular section that caught your eye, a room filled with brains, animal brains, human brains, insect brains. A horrible sight but nonetheless very interesting. Professor Byun was stood at one of the brains, specifically the human brain.

Your feet automatically took you to him, his presence alone made you cower. His broad shoulders with his contrasting cute lips made you want to either squish his cheeks. Your figure stood beside his taller one, peering down at the brain submerged in preservatives in a glass jar. The silence got to you, your ears were ringing and the only sound that you could hear was your own breathing. It’s as if he was holding his breath.

“Could you point out the parts of the brain?” Professor Byun asked, his hands behind his back. You hesitated in your answer “I don’t think so.” You looked around the jar pointing out the front of the brain, “I know this is the frontal lobe.” You craned your neck some more to see around the jar, pointing at another part of the brain. “This is motor strip and.” You pointed again, “I think that’s all I know.”

You could hear him hum in response, your eyes trained on the brain. You would crack under pressure and surely would crack under you professors gaze. “Here is the sensory strip.” His hand casually went on the small of your back. You tensed up immediately. “Yours seems to be working just fine.”

His breath was close to your face and you could smell the mint he was sucking on earlier. “And this,” He pointed to the right of the brain, “Is the parietal lobe.” He continued naming them and pointing them out, his hand leaving my back and resting on my shoulder. His voice was so familiar to you, but your memory was nonexistent so you couldn’t remember when or where you’d met him before.

The room fell silent and you stepped away from him, his body heat being replaced with the cold room. “Excuse me, I’m going to use the restroom.” Professor Byun said, giving you a small smile before rushing off toward the restrooms. Your cheeks lit up and you felt as if your face would catch on fire from how hot it was. His close proximity made you gag in embarrassment. Your phone buzzed, indicating a alert. You glanced down at it and your eyes went wide. . “B-Bear is now online.” You shook your head before your eye scanned the room. He had to go live now? You rushed toward the restrooms and saw that it was actually an all gender bathroom. Very strange for a museum. You went toward one of the stalls, quietly locking it. You plugged in your headphones and you felt another buzz from your phone. “B-Bear is now live.” You clicked the notification as fast as your thumb could and your phone was redirected to the sight you weren’t ready for. His hand was already on his dick, pumping it slowly. He had his earphones in and you could see somewhat of his surroundings, tiles, side by side wall.

He was in a bathroom. More specifically he was in this bathroom. You took one of your headphone out and listened to the bathroom. You could hear quiet slick noises from your phone and in the bathroom. You gathered all your courage and typed on the chat, “Where are you right now?” He read the question out before answering. “I’m actually at a museum right now. I’m not supposed to be in here doing this but... My mystery woman made me this hard.” He practically moaned, his voice traveled to your ears more clearly through the earphones and you couldn’t help but to connect some of the pieces in your head. The voice, the location, all the coincidences leading up till now. You cant believe you didn’t put the pieces together before, after all this time of watching B-Bear and hearing his voice seeing his lips. There’s no way this isn’t who you think it is. But how do you go about confronting him? How would you explain this, how about the good old “I watch you masturbate every night and realized you were somebody I know.” You couldn’t muster up the courage to even spit that out in a complete sentence. “I think i’m going to cum, just thinking about her and the way she smells and the feel of her soft skin. I cant get the thought out of my head.” He practically moaned. Your panties started to dampen at the sight of him jerking off to you only, you clamped your thighs together before you spread them apart and started to rub your clit in circles to quickly get off. You bit your lip and held your phone up to a viewing distance. His slick noises mixed in with his quiet grunts and you accidentally let out a quite loud moan. You hear silence, and you see the man on the live still. His head turns toward the stall that is yours and you hold your breath. His face ducks from out of his phones view and you can only imagine he’s looking under the stall so you quickly pick up your feet till you see his head reappear. “I could’ve sworn I heard her voice.” He says into his earphone mic. “I sound ridiculous, liking somebody so much i’m hearing their voice. I’m finished here guys, sorry for this spur of the moment live.” And with that the livestream ends. Your phone screen goes black and you feel as if your chest has sunken in. You cant move an inch, you hear the stall door next to you open and see a flash of black through your stall door. You hear the faucet turn on and the man quickly leaves after.

You let out the breath you held the whole time and furrow your brows. There’s only one man who talks like that in this whole town and it’s Professor Byun himself. You cant deny any of the stupid coincidences, him stupidly mentioning both your encounters on his live-stream, his stupid voice and his stupid hands and his even more stupid lips. You weren’t too sure on how to confront him quite yet, maybe you could have some fun.

Maybe you could have you cake and eat it too.

The following days after finding out your Psychology teacher is your favorite cam boy had made you look at him entire different. You see him as more of a toy now. You come into class flaunting your body in order to see what his response would be on the livestream later that night. Your heart beats like crazy when he talks about you, his livestream is basically a ted talk dedicated to you only. You know plus masterbating and all.

The one day that your beloved cam boy wasn’t teaching you were sad, the substitute was an old lady who did not want to see your skimpy dress and taught whatever Byun had left for her to teach. You sadly left the class after it ended, not impressing anybody but yourself for the effort. Deciding to watch a new movie, you take a trip to your local cinema. You settle on watching a scary movie and and you’re given a seating ticket, lucky number 59. You settle into your seat, pulling out candy you snuck in, because cinema’s food is overpriced ridiculously.

As you were digging through your purse you felt somebody slide by your legs and into the seat by you. “Excuse me, sorry.” They said, and you froze instantly. You mumbled a “It’s okay.” Before trying to practically rip your soul out your chest for even responding. “Y/n?” His voice said your name so heavenly it should be a sin. You slowly turned toward your Professor. “P-Professor Byun, weird seeing you here.” You tried to sound casual but you knew you were failing miserably. “I actually exist outside of the school, surprising I know.” He joked, you couldn’t look over how he was dressed so casually. “I didn’t mean it like that-I. Why didn’t you teach today?” You brought up, his mouth went into an “o” shape and he let out a nervous breath. “I had some business to take care of. I would’ve been too late to teach the class so I called in for a substitute. Hope she wasn’t too boring, because I know psychology is just so fun.” He laughed, hitting my knee with his own. “Psychology isn’t that boring,” You retorted, he gave you a look that told you he wasn’t convinced. “Like, it isn’t that uninteresting that I’d want to not come to class. Some things are actually really cool to learn about, Professor.” You smiled slightly, almost hinting that the best thing you’ve learned this semester is that your favorite cam boy is your AP Psych teacher. “Well i’m glad I can make the class more bearable. And stop calling me Professor, call me Baekhyun outside of class.” He laughed a laugh that was warm and filled with his honey vocal cords. “I wouldn’t take you for somebody who like scary movies.” He said quietly when the movie started and warned people to have their phones on silent or grab food from their concession stand. “I love horror, I don’t think there’s another genre that interests me, maybe romance but not really.” You we’re surprised at your free speech, you wouldn’t stuttering and tripping over your words for once. Your new found confidence in knowing your Psych teacher was infatuated with you was a boost to your ego almost. “Romance?” He leaned his arm on the arm rest and rested his hand on his thigh. “I would’ve guessed that first.” He laughed quietly. “Shhh, the movies starting.” You popped a piece of candy in your mouth.

The movie started off slow, building suspension and sometimes using cheap jump scares to make you flinch. But Baekhyun never moved, he was unfazed by the short scares and blood and gore. “You don’t seem scared Baekhyun?” You whispered in his direction. “I’m not really scared by these movies, I think real life situations scare me more.”

You smirked somewhat.

“What scares you the most?” You questioned.

“Honestly?”

“Honestly.”

“Getting caught scares me the most.”

You arms were covered in goosebumps, knowing his biggest secret and his biggest fear had you feeling on top of the world but also scared. You knew so much about him it was weird, he had no idea about you. What it took to make you cum, what words you liked to be called in bed. How many rounds could you go until you were exhausted. He knew nothing. “Me too.”

The movie was towards the end and you and Baekhyun had eaten all your snacks, when it ended you agreed to make this movie thing a ritual. Every Thursday night would be a movie date kind of. It was fun, you felt as if you actually went on a date with Baekhyun, his charismatic character naturally made you feel as if he was interested in every word you said. His character just made you feel as if you actually belonged with him. Not as a teacher and student relationship but as more. You headed back to your apartment being greeted by your small cat, Kora. She mewled and rubbed against your calves for attention which you gladly gave. You looked around for your earphones which you couldn’t find for the life of you and as if one que, your phone buzzed. “Hey you left your headphones in your bag, which you also left with me. I also don’t know how i didn’t realize this wasn’t my bag while walking out the cinema.” It was from an unknown caller but you immediately knew who it was. “Sorry Baekhyun! I didn’t realize I left it till now too, where are you i’ll come to you.” You texted back with one hand as the other slid on your shoes and grabbed your keys. Baekhyun sent an address which appeared to be his apartment and you were on the way.

Baekhyun’s apartment was on the 4th floor and guess what? The elevator was conveniently down this day. So after walking up four flights of stairs you reached Baekhyun’s door, you knocked twice and the door was opened along with a barking pup at your feet. “Hey, sorry about the bag thing-are you out of breath?” Baekhyun almost laughed at your figure busting into the room to get a glass of water and taking a seat at his kitchen island. “Oh my god, please let them fix the elevator next time.” “Next time?” “Uh...for people like me who aren’t fit enough for four or more flights of stairs-oh my god dog.” You instantly reached down to pet the short corgi pup. “Yeah, it must have just broken down it was fine 30 minutes ago. Anyways, sorry for taking your bag.” Baekhyun handed you your tote bag and you noticed the cut on his hand. “Its not a big deal, unless I had to run up four flights of stairs again, then we might have a problem. But thanks, see you at class next week.” Baekhyun mouth opened and closed. “W-would you like to hang out sometime?” His stuttering voice made your stomach full with butterflies. “Hang out?” You repeated, he nodded. “I know student and teacher relationships are forbidden but-“ You cut him off “It doesn’t matter if we don’t get caught right.”

“Right.”

“Then yes, i’d love to hang out.”

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thicctransboi · 5 years

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Newspaper (Sam and Grizz)

Prompt by @bystudying @alliesrules

Monday, 3pm, One week before the Homecoming Game

Grizz was stood in front of his locker, gathering his books and supplies and loading them into his backpack. He made sure to grab his copy of "The Count of Monte Cristo" before heading to BookClub. His locker was sat directly across from the school newspaper's workroom, which is why he found himself every Monday lingering by his locker for 15 minutes before BookClub started. Not because he had a fascination with newspaper, but because of a particular student that was part of the school newspaper: Sam Eliot was a junior, about 5'8, and had auburn ginger hair. His eyes were so blue, they almost appeared translucent, and freckles scattered amongst his chiseled features. Sam was popular, but not in a prep sort of way. Sam was popular and well known for two reasons; He was deaf, and he also just so happened to be gay. West Ham's sole out and proud homosexual, who was part of the school newspaper, a ginger, and deaf. Basically, he was a target for attention. Negative attention.

But not from Grizz; Grizz had been pinning after the younger boy ever since his 7th grade year when he first laid eyes on him. He found the young man fascinating, not just because of his disability, which he had proved didn't enable him in any way, but because of his vibe. Sam Eliot had this magnetic pull to him, something about the ginger kid pulled Grizz in and made him want to learn more about him. But, he couldn't. If he were to befriend Sam, people would talk. They would assume. And Grizz wasn't sure if he was ready for people to assume the truth about him; he was gay. He worked hard to hide it; star athlete, in both football and hockey, dedicated bookworm and stoner, and had made sure to regularly date girls. None of which he had ever lusted after nor cared for in a romantic way. But oh, how he longed to get to know Sam, to have some excuse to talk to him. He had considered joining the newspaper, but he had chickened out last minute in fear of making an ass of himself in front of his crush.

Becca Gelb, Sam's best and only friend, and Sam had shown up to one Bookclub meeting, but never came to another one. Grizz had been so excited that first meeting, and horribly disappointed when they didn't return.

Checking the time on his phone, Grizz made his way to BookClub.

Becca and Sam sat side by side in their newspaper club meeting, Becca interpreting their next assignment to Sam:

The homecoming game was Friday, and the teacher was assigning roles. Sam was in charge of interviews, Becca in charge of photos. It made sense on Becca's part, she also did photos for the yearbook. But, Sam conducting interviews? With asshole, dimwitted, football players? Sam could speak, he often had to. But that didn't mean he wasn't insecure about his speech. He was often made fun of for it. But, Becca reassured him that she would help.

Becca began conducting a list of all of the football players, and assigning both of them players to interview. Becca had the majority, while Sam had Luke, Jason, Clark, and Gareth Visser, aka "Grizz".

"You picked him on purpose!" Sam signed to Becca, pointing at Grizz's name.

They had often resulted to signing and not speaking when talking to each other for privacy.

"Maybe I did, he's one of the few with a brain. Plus, he's totally your type. I want to see you turn red."

Sam waved a hand of dismissal at his friend, "He is not my 'type'. I don't have a 'type'. Even if I did, it wouldn't be him. Besides, why Clark? He's one of the dumbest of the bunch."

Becca laughed, "Yes but he's one of the nicer ones. I gave you the ones who I thought wouldn't give you any trouble. Grizz, definitely won't, especially considering he always checks you out."

Sam's eyes went wide, "What are you talking about?"

Becca rolled her eyes at her friends obliviousness, "He's always staring at you, either from across the hall by his locker right there," she pointed out of the hallway to where Grizz's locker was, "Or in the hallways, at school events. He's totally crushing on you. Which, of all the football players to have the hots for you, he's definitely the best one. Not only Is he hot, but he's actually super smart. He's on in NHS, leader of the book club, and attends every school play and musical. I have AP English with him, he's a total nerd. So, exactly your type."

Sam waved her away, "Whatever, you're delusional. lets come up with some interview questions."

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Friday Night, Homecoming Game, West Ham's Football stadium.

"WEST HAM WINS! Gareth 'Grizz" Visser scores the winning touchdown!"

The stadium was alive with cheers, screams, and applause of joy and celebration at the sight and announcement of West Ham winning the homecoming game. Students faces painted in red and gold face paint, school flags wrapped around peoples shoulders, confetti flying through the air in flakes of red and gold; it basically looked like school spirit had thrown up all over them. But, Sam and Becca ignored the commotion, easier said for Sam, and they made their way through the crowd, down the bleacher steps, and towards the field to conduct their interviews.

Becca turned her nose up at the sight of the sweat soaked air head jocks all body slamming each other, some pouring gatorades over each other's heads, and Luke and Clark had Grizz on their shoulders; Sam couldn't take his eyes off of him in that moment, his long brown hair sticking up in every direction, some of it sticking to his face from sweat. His fist pumping in the air, and sweat pouring down his face, dripping down his angular jaw, and disappearing into his football jersey... Sam was snapped out of his thoughts by Becca roughly elbowing him.

"Snap out of it, you're drooling." Becca signed, a smirk on her face.

Sam rolled his eyes, "Come on, lets get started."

The interviews seemed to go on forever. They had to interview every player, even the ones who didn't make it onto the field. Most of them Becca took the reins, asking their questions while Sam held the voice recorder on her phone for her. Then snapping a picture of them at the end. Player after player, dumber and dumber, and the two were almost happy to finally get to the star players; Luke, Clarke, Jason, and Grizz. Sam suddenly felt anxious about having to speak, but Becca gave him a reassuring smile as she tugged him towards Clark.

Clark was nice enough, but it was obvious his head was full of rocks. Sam had resulted to writing down his simple answers, while Becca interpreted for him what Clark was saying. He didn't take Becca's note to speak slowly. His adrenaline was pumping too fast to do so.

Jason, who looked like a model out of Baywatch, was just as dumb as Clark it seemed, but he always spoke slowly, probably due to pot, so it helped Sam to understand what he was saying better.

Luke, on the other hand, was always kind. His girlfriend, Helena, at his side. While they both were a bit stuck up, they both still had a kindness to them that gave Sam some comfort. Helena bragged on Luke's behalf, unsurprisingly to Becca or Sam, and Becca snapped a picture of the couple before they departed to celebrate.

"Hey, I have to head out soon, mom wants me home. Will you be okay with me snapping a picture of Grizz first then you doing the interview yourself?" Becca asked Sam.

Sam suddenly felt sick to his stomach with nerves, "But I'll have to speak!" He hadn't had to speak once that night, Becca had done it for him.

She gave him a squeeze on his shoulder, "You'll do fine. I've talked to Grizz before, he's nice. Come on, he's over there."

Sam followed Becca as they approached Grizz; he was sat alone now on a bench, drinking water. His jersey and gear tossed aside, clad in only a pair of tights and a tank top. He was soaked in sweat, and Sam felt his mouth water. But he also couldn't help but wonder, why was he alone?

"Hey Grizz, We're from the newspaper. Well, the yearbook too. Mind if I take a picture and Sam here conducts a short interview?" Becca asks Grizz, signing along with her words for Sam to be able to understand.

Grizz perked up suddenly, glancing at Sam. He looked handsome tonight, Grizz thought. A pair of well fitted blue jeans, that hugged his slender legs perfectly. A red t-shirt, and a brown bomber jacket. His ginger hair slicked back slightly, and his eyes caught the fluorescent bright lights of the stadium beautifully.

"Uh, yeah. Yeah that's fine." Grizz stammered out, standing up to have his photo taken.

Becca crouched slightly to capture one picture, and stepped back to get the next. Grizz giving a large faux smile each time.

Becca checked her camera before placing it back in its case. "Perfect! I've gotta fly, but Sam here will be interviewing you for the paper." she turned to Grizz, "Speak slowly and with diction so he can read your lips, and be nice. You've been warned." She then turned to Sam and signed, "Don't nut too soon." Before departing.

Sam felt himself go red, but shook the feeling away as he approached Grizz, siting next to him on the bench. The football players were a few yards away, but were still yelling and whooping loudly, fans and students surrounded them, creating even more noise. It made Grizz's head hurt.

"Why are you not celebrating with them?" Sam asked, signing with his words.

"What?" Grizz asked, unable to hear him over the noise.

Sam sighed, suddenly feeling embarrassed, "Sorry, I don't speak very well. I asked why you weren't celebrating with the rest of the team." Sam spoke, forcing more air into his words to make them louder. Making sure to annunciate with his lips and tongue.

Grizz suddenly felt embarrassed himself, realizing he had insulted Sam unintentionally. "No, no you speak fine!" Grizz reassured, speaking slowly, "It's just really loud over here. To answer your question, I often get really overwhelmed after games, I don't like to involve myself in crowds if I can avoid it."

Sam took in his words, his heart being warmed by Grizz's comment on his speech. His compliment.

Grizz was a nervous wreck, finally talking to the boy he had been pinning after for years.

"We could go somewhere less loud if that will help you." Sam suggested.

Grizz gave a nervous glance towards his teammates. But they were all caught up in their own world.

"Okay."

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