[oneshot] learn by doing
Title: learn by doing
Pairing: baekhyun/chanyeol/kai/tao
Rating: nc17
Genre: pwp, au
Warnings: swearing, sex
Author: gdgdbaby
Notes: vague college au as a vehicle for public footjobs. ft. always-a-girl baekhyun. 1,610 words.
They've been stuck in the natural sciences library for hours trying to study. Baekhyun'd read half a page of her biology textbook and gotten bored, eyes tracing over the spines in the audiobook section, fingers curled loosely around her mechanical pencil, tapping it in a quick rhythm against the chipped veneer of their desk. Kyungsoo had tossed her a disapproving glance and moved to one of the self-study booths.
It begins innocently enough, as these things usually do. Baekhyun puts the pencil down and slides her feet out of her new flats. They haven't been broken in quite enough yet. Still too tight around her ankles. Her heels ache. She stretches her cramped toes out underneath the table and hits the wall of someone's leg. Chanyeol blinks behind his notes, nose an inch away from the page. He doesn't lift his gaze, not even when Baekhyun bites her lip and inches her foot a little higher, just to see how far she can go.
His expression doesn't waver until she's almost at his crotch. By then, Jongin, on Chanyeol's left, has noticed something's up. He's staring down into Chanyeol's lap, unblinking. Zitao, on Baekhyun's right, remains oblivious. She beams at her eraser and reaches out to tuck her other foot against the inside of Jongin's thigh. Jongin jumps about three feet, like a fucking jackrabbit, and inhales noisily.
Zitao's head snaps up. He palms the back of his neck. Baekhyun coughs into her left hand. Her right lands on Zitao's knee and squeezes gently.
"So," she murmurs into her fingers, eyes crinkling. "Want to go over reproduction?"
She cringes a little at the line, but the arch of her left foot's cresting over Chanyeol's dick, caressing him through his pants. The toes on her right foot nudge at Jongin's groin, and her hand's wiggling past Zitao's belt buckle. She's pretty sure all of them are past the point of caring about cliché.
What Baekhyun likes best is watching how their faces change. Jongin always goes red the fastest. He's bent over into the pages of his book, now, a muscle in his jaw jumping. Kid can never keep it together. Baekhyun's sprung this type of shit on them so many times this semester that she's lost count already, and he's still surprised every time. It's cute, really. Makes her feel unpredictable.
Zitao's a little more artful in shielding the impromptu handjob from view; he scoots back in his chair and props a binder on his kneecap. Like he's studying something on the college-ruled pages rather than gazing intently at Baekhyun's fingers as they plunge into his boxers, his tongue swiping over his lips. The binder buckles when his fingers tighten around the plastic.
Chanyeol meets her eyes steadily. Or, well, as steady as he can manage, which is variable. Today, he's gazing right at her as his hips move up to meet her foot, two spots of color spreading across his cheekbones, a thumbnail caught in between his teeth. Anybody could walk past and see her feet rubbing away, but it's midterm week, past midnight, and they're in the back of the basement level. Nobody's going to be looking for them. Everyone's got their own shit to worry about.
Baekhyun can feel her own face heat up under the scrutiny. Baekhyun scrunches the toes on her right foot, brings her heel in to rut against the base of Jongin's dick, and his jaw drops open. She grinds her left foot into Chanyeol's dick and watches his expression go kind of pained as she works him over, something like a grimace flitting over his features. Happens all the time when he laughs, when he's turned on, when Baekhyun's kicking his ass at a game of League.
She pulls her foot back playfully. Chanyeol's hand snaps up to grab her ankle before she can get too far, holds her foot closer, so tight against the tender part of her skin that it's painful, and Baekhyun feels something warm rush between her legs, soak the crotch of her panties.
Zitao makes an insistent noise under his breath. All Baekhyun ever has to do is curve her hand around his dick and he does the rest of the work for her, jerks up into the circle of her fingers, pace quick and unforgiving. His skin feels silky against her palm. His mouth curves upward when she shoots him a glance. Her thumb catches in the slit of his cock. He breathes out shakily as she squeezes a little tighter and smiles back.
"Baekhyun," Jongin says, and his voice is an octave higher than usual, tense and needy.
"What do you say?" she singsongs, leaning forward, hair falling around her face.
His bangs ripple as he exhales. "Please?"
Baekhyun flips her foot up and gives him two more long, firm strokes through the fabric before his sweaty forehead droops and he comes in his pants, his full mouth chewed a violent red.
She exhales loudly through her nose and lowers her right foot. The sole's still warm from Jongin's cock, skin tingling through the material of her stockings. Her thighs rub together as she shifts in her chair. Her cunt clenches, wet and aching.
There's a dull cramp in her left calf from being extended for so long but Chanyeol looks like he's moments away from losing it, and Baekhyun isn't anything if not dedicated to her craft. She picks her pencil up again in the wrong hand. The palm of her right's pressing down on Zitao's dick so hard he's gasping, the binder sliding out of his grip to thwack against the carpet.
She extends her left leg as far as it can go and rolls her ankle in Chanyeol's hand for some leverage, foot twitching against the spasm of pain. "Noona," Zitao whines from the right, pulling half-heartedly at her wrist. "Ah, ah-" She squeezes again and feels the sticky cling of his semen spill over her knuckles as his hips buck.
Her face is so hot she could probably fry an egg on it. Baekhyun turns her foot to the side and nearly slides out of her chair jamming it forward. Chanyeol bites down on the heel of his palm and comes with a muffled groan, eyes fluttering shut, the hand on her ankle trembling.
He lets it go after a long moment. "Fucking ouch," Baekhyun mutters. She rests her head on the table and reaches down to massage her calf with her clean hand. Zitao tugs the dirty one out of his pants and actually starts licking it clean, the fucker. Another wave of warmth curls in her abdomen. Her crotch is situated neatly against the corner of her chair, and she has to force herself to keep from grinding against it to completion. She's about to excuse herself and hobble to the bathroom when Chanyeol walks around the desk and bends over the back of her chair, one huge hand splayed across the open biology book next to her face.
"Let us help you out," he offers. She can hear the dopey smile in his voice. Before she can react, his other hand's coasting past the waistband of her skirt and a rough fingertip's sliding against her clit. "This, Baekhyun-sshi, is the clit."
"And you're an asshole," Baekhyun says, laughter choking in her throat. "Shit."
He flicks the nub, face turned into her hair as he rubs. Baekhyun's thighs clench around Chanyeol's wrist. Her spine straightens-too fast. He doesn't have time to move away, and the back of her head smacks against Chanyeol's nose-and Jongin's hand, because he's come around to cage her in on the other side.
To anyone else, it probably looks like they're explaining something in the text-Zitao's even flipping through pages to keep up the illusion, his other hand creeping past the hem of her skirt to stroke her thigh-but Chanyeol's index finger is sliding into her, and Jongin's kissing the soft skin beneath her ear, breath skimming over her neck light enough to tickle. She bites down on her knuckles and squirms, bangs plastered to her cheeks, Chanyeol's forearm braced along her side.
Jongin's mouth trails down to suck on her shoulder, a hand coming up to fondle one of her breasts. It fits nicely in his palm, and she gasps when he flicks her nipple through her shirt. Zitao pinches the inside of Baekhyun's thigh and Chanyeol's thumb brushes her clit again, two fingers twisting inside her cunt. Her knees snap up to almost chin level when she orgasms, whimpering against her hand, abdomen clenched so hard she can barely breathe. She drenches Chanyeol's hand and her underwear and possibly (probably) the chair beneath her, her entire body quivering through the aftershock, a dense wad of tension loosening in her chest.
She sways to her feet after she's recovered enough to walk. The air in the hallway's blessedly cool, AC whirring away through the vents. Her panties stick to her crotch all the way down to the bathroom. She tries to dry them as best she can, but it's kind of a lost cause. Fuck. She should've had the foresight to bring an extra pair.
Chanyeol and Jongin have slid back into their seats by the time she returns. Chanyeol's nose is buried in his notes again, but his face is still a little pink, and their whole table smells like sex. Jongin looks like he's two seconds away from nodding off. Zitao's recovered admirably; he's shuffling through index cards, and passes a stack to Baekhyun, who sighs and accepts them as she sits down.
The first card she flips over is ejaculation. Baekhyun swallows around her laugh and moves on to the next one.
fin
Pairing: baekhyun/chanyeol/kai/tao
Rating: nc17
Genre: pwp, au
Warnings: swearing, sex
Author: gdgdbaby
Notes: vague college au as a vehicle for public footjobs. ft. always-a-girl baekhyun. 1,610 words.
They've been stuck in the natural sciences library for hours trying to study. Baekhyun'd read half a page of her biology textbook and gotten bored, eyes tracing over the spines in the audiobook section, fingers curled loosely around her mechanical pencil, tapping it in a quick rhythm against the chipped veneer of their desk. Kyungsoo had tossed her a disapproving glance and moved to one of the self-study booths.
It begins innocently enough, as these things usually do. Baekhyun puts the pencil down and slides her feet out of her new flats. They haven't been broken in quite enough yet. Still too tight around her ankles. Her heels ache. She stretches her cramped toes out underneath the table and hits the wall of someone's leg. Chanyeol blinks behind his notes, nose an inch away from the page. He doesn't lift his gaze, not even when Baekhyun bites her lip and inches her foot a little higher, just to see how far she can go.
His expression doesn't waver until she's almost at his crotch. By then, Jongin, on Chanyeol's left, has noticed something's up. He's staring down into Chanyeol's lap, unblinking. Zitao, on Baekhyun's right, remains oblivious. She beams at her eraser and reaches out to tuck her other foot against the inside of Jongin's thigh. Jongin jumps about three feet, like a fucking jackrabbit, and inhales noisily.
Zitao's head snaps up. He palms the back of his neck. Baekhyun coughs into her left hand. Her right lands on Zitao's knee and squeezes gently.
"So," she murmurs into her fingers, eyes crinkling. "Want to go over reproduction?"
She cringes a little at the line, but the arch of her left foot's cresting over Chanyeol's dick, caressing him through his pants. The toes on her right foot nudge at Jongin's groin, and her hand's wiggling past Zitao's belt buckle. She's pretty sure all of them are past the point of caring about cliché.
What Baekhyun likes best is watching how their faces change. Jongin always goes red the fastest. He's bent over into the pages of his book, now, a muscle in his jaw jumping. Kid can never keep it together. Baekhyun's sprung this type of shit on them so many times this semester that she's lost count already, and he's still surprised every time. It's cute, really. Makes her feel unpredictable.
Zitao's a little more artful in shielding the impromptu handjob from view; he scoots back in his chair and props a binder on his kneecap. Like he's studying something on the college-ruled pages rather than gazing intently at Baekhyun's fingers as they plunge into his boxers, his tongue swiping over his lips. The binder buckles when his fingers tighten around the plastic.
Chanyeol meets her eyes steadily. Or, well, as steady as he can manage, which is variable. Today, he's gazing right at her as his hips move up to meet her foot, two spots of color spreading across his cheekbones, a thumbnail caught in between his teeth. Anybody could walk past and see her feet rubbing away, but it's midterm week, past midnight, and they're in the back of the basement level. Nobody's going to be looking for them. Everyone's got their own shit to worry about.
Baekhyun can feel her own face heat up under the scrutiny. Baekhyun scrunches the toes on her right foot, brings her heel in to rut against the base of Jongin's dick, and his jaw drops open. She grinds her left foot into Chanyeol's dick and watches his expression go kind of pained as she works him over, something like a grimace flitting over his features. Happens all the time when he laughs, when he's turned on, when Baekhyun's kicking his ass at a game of League.
She pulls her foot back playfully. Chanyeol's hand snaps up to grab her ankle before she can get too far, holds her foot closer, so tight against the tender part of her skin that it's painful, and Baekhyun feels something warm rush between her legs, soak the crotch of her panties.
Zitao makes an insistent noise under his breath. All Baekhyun ever has to do is curve her hand around his dick and he does the rest of the work for her, jerks up into the circle of her fingers, pace quick and unforgiving. His skin feels silky against her palm. His mouth curves upward when she shoots him a glance. Her thumb catches in the slit of his cock. He breathes out shakily as she squeezes a little tighter and smiles back.
"Baekhyun," Jongin says, and his voice is an octave higher than usual, tense and needy.
"What do you say?" she singsongs, leaning forward, hair falling around her face.
His bangs ripple as he exhales. "Please?"
Baekhyun flips her foot up and gives him two more long, firm strokes through the fabric before his sweaty forehead droops and he comes in his pants, his full mouth chewed a violent red.
She exhales loudly through her nose and lowers her right foot. The sole's still warm from Jongin's cock, skin tingling through the material of her stockings. Her thighs rub together as she shifts in her chair. Her cunt clenches, wet and aching.
There's a dull cramp in her left calf from being extended for so long but Chanyeol looks like he's moments away from losing it, and Baekhyun isn't anything if not dedicated to her craft. She picks her pencil up again in the wrong hand. The palm of her right's pressing down on Zitao's dick so hard he's gasping, the binder sliding out of his grip to thwack against the carpet.
She extends her left leg as far as it can go and rolls her ankle in Chanyeol's hand for some leverage, foot twitching against the spasm of pain. "Noona," Zitao whines from the right, pulling half-heartedly at her wrist. "Ah, ah-" She squeezes again and feels the sticky cling of his semen spill over her knuckles as his hips buck.
Her face is so hot she could probably fry an egg on it. Baekhyun turns her foot to the side and nearly slides out of her chair jamming it forward. Chanyeol bites down on the heel of his palm and comes with a muffled groan, eyes fluttering shut, the hand on her ankle trembling.
He lets it go after a long moment. "Fucking ouch," Baekhyun mutters. She rests her head on the table and reaches down to massage her calf with her clean hand. Zitao tugs the dirty one out of his pants and actually starts licking it clean, the fucker. Another wave of warmth curls in her abdomen. Her crotch is situated neatly against the corner of her chair, and she has to force herself to keep from grinding against it to completion. She's about to excuse herself and hobble to the bathroom when Chanyeol walks around the desk and bends over the back of her chair, one huge hand splayed across the open biology book next to her face.
"Let us help you out," he offers. She can hear the dopey smile in his voice. Before she can react, his other hand's coasting past the waistband of her skirt and a rough fingertip's sliding against her clit. "This, Baekhyun-sshi, is the clit."
"And you're an asshole," Baekhyun says, laughter choking in her throat. "Shit."
He flicks the nub, face turned into her hair as he rubs. Baekhyun's thighs clench around Chanyeol's wrist. Her spine straightens-too fast. He doesn't have time to move away, and the back of her head smacks against Chanyeol's nose-and Jongin's hand, because he's come around to cage her in on the other side.
To anyone else, it probably looks like they're explaining something in the text-Zitao's even flipping through pages to keep up the illusion, his other hand creeping past the hem of her skirt to stroke her thigh-but Chanyeol's index finger is sliding into her, and Jongin's kissing the soft skin beneath her ear, breath skimming over her neck light enough to tickle. She bites down on her knuckles and squirms, bangs plastered to her cheeks, Chanyeol's forearm braced along her side.
Jongin's mouth trails down to suck on her shoulder, a hand coming up to fondle one of her breasts. It fits nicely in his palm, and she gasps when he flicks her nipple through her shirt. Zitao pinches the inside of Baekhyun's thigh and Chanyeol's thumb brushes her clit again, two fingers twisting inside her cunt. Her knees snap up to almost chin level when she orgasms, whimpering against her hand, abdomen clenched so hard she can barely breathe. She drenches Chanyeol's hand and her underwear and possibly (probably) the chair beneath her, her entire body quivering through the aftershock, a dense wad of tension loosening in her chest.
She sways to her feet after she's recovered enough to walk. The air in the hallway's blessedly cool, AC whirring away through the vents. Her panties stick to her crotch all the way down to the bathroom. She tries to dry them as best she can, but it's kind of a lost cause. Fuck. She should've had the foresight to bring an extra pair.
Chanyeol and Jongin have slid back into their seats by the time she returns. Chanyeol's nose is buried in his notes again, but his face is still a little pink, and their whole table smells like sex. Jongin looks like he's two seconds away from nodding off. Zitao's recovered admirably; he's shuffling through index cards, and passes a stack to Baekhyun, who sighs and accepts them as she sits down.
The first card she flips over is ejaculation. Baekhyun swallows around her laugh and moves on to the next one.
fin