black lace and gunmetal
Title: Black Lace and Gunmetal
Pairing: girl!Baekhyun/Kris
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 4k
Summary: (genderbend ; het!krisbaek) cause op wanted het!krisbaek smut, in particular “Kris makes baekhyun go to school with vibrator in her” and, apparently, so did I...
WARNING! use of toys, orgasm denial, underage sex.
Note: (edited) x-post of this fill at exopromptmeme
Black Lace and Gunmetal
This is the worst idea and Kris is an ass for convincing her to do this.
She’s been jittery all day and it’s only just past lunch time with at least another three hours to go before she reaches home. She doesn’t even think that she can make it that far without begging for some kind of relief.
Her friends had all given her worried glances when she hadn’t touched her lunch. But her hands had been far too shaky to grip onto her sandwich without causing all of that nicely shredded lettuce to fall into the lap of her plaid skirt. She didn’t want to make it obvious that something was wrong. She didn’t want them asking questions or, worse, spreading rumours.
She even had to excuse herself from all of her friends to make her way to fourth period far earlier than usual just to avoid all human contact because a mere touch sends her haywire.
Morning classes had been ten times worse though, if that was even possible. A moan had been on the tip of her tongue whenever she so much as shifted in her seat to see the whiteboard up front.
She contemplates pulling the damn thing out and dealing with the heat between her legs in the bathroom. But she stops herself short of the door and shuffles off to class because she knows that she’ll hate seeing that stupid grin on Kris’ face when he finds out that she couldn’t last a day.
She curses the heavens for that stupid bet they had last night after two rounds.
...
“I bet that you wouldn’t last a day with one of these inside you,” Kris had taunted when they were lying side by side, sated and cuddling beneath the covers of Kris’ bed (because Baekhyun’s is too small to fit them both).
Baekhyun had looked up to see what he was talking about only to find a small metal object gripped between his fingers. She had frowned at it before her mouth fell open and her eyes widened in realisation.
Kris laughed at her expression but he was no longer laughing when she tilted her head up with blatant confidence as she snatched the silver bullet vibrator out of his hand.
“Of course I can do it,” she had scoffed, thumbing over the sleek metal tip and not allowing the fear of having this inside her show. “Of course I can,”
…
And so, because of her big mouth and the enormous amount of confidence she manages to fit inside her petite body, this is where she finds herself now - hobbling off to class and sliding cautiously into her chair.
She tries, very hard, to suppress all sensations of the vibrator inside her; folding her legs over each other and squeezing her thighs together. But it doesn’t help at all. In fact, nothing helps.
At least she’s early though, because it means that she can hide her shaking hands in her lap and her flushed face beneath her bangs.
The minutes tick by as Baekhyun sits there waiting for fourth period to start, waiting for school to end, waiting and waiting for release. She’s already wet and sticky between her thighs.
Black laced panties in accompaniment with sleek gunmetal bullet vibrators were never a good idea no matter how complementary their colour was against her pale skin. But courtesy of Kris and her inability to back down from a challenge, here she is almost spluttering every time the lace rubs against her clit and the vibrator barely grazes against her walls reminding her of what’s always but oh so inconspicuously there.
She finds herself rocking back and forth and moaning quietly in her seat until she hears a familiar voice flooding the corridors. She curses him for the umpteenth time and glares at Kris in pure distaste when he obnoxiously barrages into the room, tie loose and top buttons undone from the game of basketball he and his friends always manages to squeeze in during their breaks.
He looks delectable though, she’ll admit, a little rough on the edges and blonde hair slightly mussed. And for a moment, her heart swells because she knows that he’s all hers for the keeping. Yet that’s all quickly squashed down when she remembers her predicament. She’s still angry at him for all this - for being stuck on the brink of orgasm and submitting to sheer humiliation. So she blatantly ignores him when he hovers by her desk, sitting down on it not a second later so he can conveniently lean down and whisper in her ear.
“You okay, Baek? You look a little flustered. Would you like oppa to help you?”
He’s using that bedroom voice. The husky baritone one that makes Baekhyun swoon and her heart flutter. The one he uses when he’s rocking back and forth into her or when his face is in between her legs, hands holding her hips, before he pushes his tongue between her folds.
And fuck. Baekhyun would very much like oppa to help her right now. But Baekhyun, being Baekhyun, just shakes her head and refuses to even give him a second glance.
“Go away, Kris,” she hisses, pouting haughtily as she buries her nose into her books, flipping them open and almost tearing the pages out in her frustration.
She hears him humming as he moves to the back of the classroom and she almost dies, stomach flipping like some dumb trapeze, because his voice is somehow at the same intonation as the vibrations that are working against her walls. She’s probably delusion from all this pent up arousal but a mere hum from Kris still does wonders to her senses and suddenly, there’s a chill running up her spine and heat coiling oh so fucking tight in her groin.
She plants her face into her biology text book and groans into the desk, gripping tightly onto the edge of it to suppress the sudden urge to pounce on Kris and beg for him do her then and there in front of everyone else.
Her face is still hidden safely in her books when her teacher walks in and begins to lecture the class on marine biology. His droning voice is enough to make her have a fit, skin now itching from delaying her orgasm for so long.
But when she thinks she’s gone through the worst of it all, the vibrations somehow escalate. She lifts her face and sits ramrod straight in her seat just in time to see Mr. Kim gesticulating wildly whilst explaining the fascinating reproduction of squids. Baekhyun barely manages to stop herself short of throwing her head back and bearing her neck to release a loud moan when the vibrations surge and graze against her walls, bottom lip dragging between her teeth.
She knows that Kris is playing with the buttons of the wireless device, flicking them up a notch until she’s about to writhe in her seat. But she resists it all, breaking out into a cold sweat from her efforts as she turns almost feverish from the sensation. What was once a dull and barely noticeable thrumming is now a full throttle throbbing that’s pressing up against her walls, pleasuring her in places she never knew it would yet leaving her unsatisfied at the same time.
She’s so wet now and she’s sure the dampness is seeping through her skirt, ready to stain the chair. Her breasts are pert and aching for attention. She wants so badly to touch herself or even better for Kris to touch her. However, she won’t indulge herself, willing her resolve to harden and to resist just that bit longer.
But her pain stricken features must have been far too obvious and far too easy to read because Mr. Kim stops mid-sentence and he calls from the front of the class, “Byun Baekhyun?”
He never stops for anything. His passion for biology brims so over-zealously that he notices no one. And no one takes note of him - well, apart from that biology-enthusiast (or maybe just Mr. Kim enthusiast), Jongdae, who sits smack bang in the center of the front row with his mid-line parting and tortoise shell frames balanced on the bridge of his nose. So when Mr. Kim actually goes so far as to stop his lecture to acknowledge her existence, she knows that she’s got it bad.
She gulps, swallowing down that knot that’s fast forming in the back of her throat as she lifts her flushed face and directs her tear-filled eyes to the front.
“Y-Yes, sir?” she squeaks when Mr. Kim gives her a look of concern.
She can feel the curious gaze of the entire class upon her and all she wants to do is sink so low into her seat that she’ll somehow melt into the floorboards and disappear into the floor below.
There’s one pair of eyes, though, that she so desperately wants to crawl away from. Back row, second from the right Baekhyun doesn’t even need to turn around or give Kris so much as a single glance to know that he’s there wearing a shit-eating grin, that she would still find painfully attractive, gaze intent on the way Baekhyun is slowly losing her sanity in front of everyone.
“Are you feeling alright?”
And all Baekhyun can do is nod, rather constipatedly in fact because the next thing she knows, Mr. Kim is ushering her out of the classroom helpfully pointing out the direction to the nearest girls’ bathroom. She burns up considerably but she still excuses herself before scampering down the corridor with her face buried her palms.
She leans against the basin once she’s inside the empty bathroom and she splashes cold water onto her face as some form of relief.
The vibrator is still buzzing inside her and she’s already panting and propping herself up against the sides of the porcelain sink by the time she turns off the tap. The cold water did nothing to curb that insane heat from blossoming across her body and she groans when she catches a glimpse of herself in the mirror, cheeks red and eyes dark and blown wide from arousal.
She wonders if she looked like this in class - a damn rightful mess and all of a sudden, she’s never felt so vulnerable and so humiliated in her life. Her confidence crumbles and she finds herself wondering about the rumours that are bound to spread and how she’ll face them.
Caught up in her own thoughts, she doesn’t hear anyone else come in until they press into her back and wind their arms around her middle. Letting out a yelp of surprise, she spins around only to be greeted by Kris who’s smiling down at her all teeth and gums.
She’s told him loads of time that a smile doesn’t suit him but she hasn’t felt so relieved and so furious to see him as she does now.
“Kris,” she warns as she attempts to push him away.
She tries to put on a tough façade but it’s obvious that her voice wavers when his hands merely skim feather-light over the small of her back and catch onto the ends of her cascading locks.
She still tries though, ducking away from him when he leans in to kiss her. Because, as much as she wants to feel his hands and lips all over her - caressing her until she’s left undone and lax in his arms, she’s going to win this fucking bet.
She’s come so far already, there’s no way she’ll back down now.
“What are you doing here, out of class and in the girls’ toilets?” she hisses once she’s successfully broken away from his embrace.
But Kris is still wearing that god awful smirk as if he knows exactly what she’s aching for.
“I’m here to help you,” he says casually as if it’s the most normal thing in the world.
“I don’t need your help,” she huffs, hitting his chest with a dull thump that hardly affects him when he wraps his arms around her again.
“Are you sure, Baek?”
And fucking hell she’s not sure anymore.
Actually. Scratch that. She’s very sure but it’s not something that she wants to admit right now.
Everything feels almost intolerable, her senses alight like wildfire. It feels as though her knees are about to give way, no longer able to support her weight, because Kris is right there basically inviting her to get off on him.
She’s clearly affected by his proposal, trembling like a leaf as she clenches her mouth to stop tiny whimpers from escaping every time he touches her. It feels so good to be held. It’s exactly what she needs and she almost creams herself from the prospect of release.
Still, stubborn as ever, she hisses “yes” giving him a baleful glare and turning her nose upward.
She tries to ignore the way he’s massaging her arms in the way that she likes when they’re coming down from their high as he backs her up against the bathroom sink.
Baekhyun can, for the sake of her own dignity, pretend that she doesn’t want it. But when Kris refuses to relent and only forces her against the basin, Baekhyun can’t help the way she arches into his touch. Her mouth falls open and a gasp escapes her when he pushes a leg between her thighs, parting them and hiking her up until she’s propped halfway up the sink and halfway up his thigh.
“Oh,” she exhales and she feels her stubborn resolve dematerialising right before her eyes.
The porcelain is cold through the thin material of her shirt and her fingers skitter up to Kris’ broad shoulders and dig beneath his lapels when he leans in towards her. She tries to muffle a whimper by burying her face against her arm as the warm pressure of Kris’ leg rubs against her through her skirt and underwear from his sudden movement. This, accompanied with the minute vibrations from the bullet inside her, is getting all too much for her. She’s crumbling in his arms and she wants this - oh god - she wants this so fucking much.
Yet, she still has the tenacity to whine, “Go away, Kris”.
She makes a weak attempt at pushing him away with her hands balled up against his chest even though her face is now safely nuzzled in the crook of his neck and her hips are rutting up and down against his leg all on their own accord. She squeezes her eyes shut and breathes harshly through her nose as she grits out between clenched teeth, “I can do this,”
Kris chuckles, low and raspy, reading her like an open book. He knows that she’s just about to snap.
He holds her carefully as if he hadn’t inadvertently caused Baekhyun to embarrass herself in front of everyone - one hand on the back of her neck and the other at the base of her spine. He gives her the liberty to rock against him before he leans in to whisper against her cheek, “you know you’ll only lose if you touch yourself. But there’s no harm if someone else does it for you,”
She freezes when his words begin to sink in and she looks up at him imploringly, searching his features for a reason for all this.
She finds her answer in his muffled groan when she grazes her fingers against the zipper of his pants. It all makes sense now.
“You’re hard. You sick bastard,” she accuses, “You get off knowing that I’m suffering and embarrassing myself in front of everyone,”
She knows she should be somewhat disgusted. But it does the exact opposite and arouses her even more when he looks down at her with a gaze that’s filled with nothing but want.
“Yeah, I do. I’m so goddamn attracted to you all the time, Baek,” he drawls out and Baekhyun would kick him in the shins for being so gross.
But, on second thought, that’s not such a grand idea considering the fact that she’s balanced so precariously on his thighs with her arousal growing intolerably painful between her legs. So instead of punishing him, she caves.
“You’re such a dick,” she still has the fight to mumble as she lets go of the front of his shirt to wind her arms around his neck and pull him down for a kiss. It’s open-mouthed and filthy but she doesn’t care; neither of them do when they’re this desperate.
She feels Kris’ hands travel up her thighs and reach under under her skirt but she only presses further into his touch searching for more. Her skin is electric and she burns up all the more at the hum of satisfaction he releases against her lips when his fingertips reach her underwear to find that they’re already soaked through.
She flushes in embarrassment and breaks away from their kiss to duck away but Kris is there to catch her again, kissing her until she’s breathless and gasping for air from the way he’s rubbing her through the lace.
“Hurry,” she pants into his mouth, not even bothering to feel ashamed at how desperate she sounds.
Part of her is afraid that someone would walk in and find them but a huge part of her just really wants Kris to pull the damn vibrator out and fuck her into oblivion. And when he hikes her all the way up the sink, she congratulates herself for convincing him to do just that.
He gives her quick peck on the lips and a soft smile, which she returns, before he fits himself between her legs and slips her underwear down until they’re hanging around her ankles. She breathes a sigh of relief once the restriction is gone but the sensation is replaced by the uncomfortable scratch of her ugly plaid skirt. She squirms to get away because she’s far too sensitive down there. Every single part of her is begging for Kris’ touch, only Kris. And when he bends down onto his knees and - oh fuck - presses his lips tentatively against her clit, all is forgiven.
She almost screams when he does it again, hand clamping around her mouth as she arches off the sink. The tap is digging painfully into her back and it’s sure to leave bruises that will last for days. But she doesn’t care, not in the slightest, not when Kris licks all the way down from her clit to her opening. His tongue darts out to press between her folds, effectively pushing the vibrator around her some more and she almost kicks him in the head from the sensation.
She moans, no longer inhibited by the fears of being discovered, hand falling away from her mouth to grip onto the sides of the sink when she feels the vibrator press up against her walls. Her entire body is tense, teetering on the brink of release and she just wants and wants and wants Kris to get her there.
“Kris, please - oh please, Kris,” she all but begs rather shamelessly even though she knows she’ll regret it by the time she comes to.
By the time Kris’ tongue is sliding inside her, she’s making breathy little huffs from the way it fits so snuggly beside the vibrator. She thinks can hear him hum when she slides her fingers through his hair and bunches her skirt up to see him work but she might have mistaken it for the way the vibrator is buzzing inside her heat.
The stretch is no where near enough but she’s still left panting and jerking frantically in search for more. And she’s almost crying when Kris delivers, gripping her hips with firm hands whose size seem to engulf her as he slips his tongue in then out of her a couple more times. He has the tenacity to curl it upwards as he thrusts his tongue inside and she almost tugs his hair out when he hits the spot.
Not a moment later, her stomach tightens with that familiar feeling and that deep coil of heat but Kris stops short - just as she starts to thrash uncontrollably above him, eyes rolled back and moaning loudly for him to continue.
He saves her from bashing her skull into the mirror, cradling her upright and claiming her lips. She lets it all happen compliantly as he presses a finger inside her warmth and rubs his thumb against her clit.
She’s all but gone now with her legs coming up instinctively to wrap around his waist, nails scratching down his arms and seeking purchase. Yet Kris doesn’t relent and continues to rub up and down and in small circles just the way she likes until her back arches off the arm he has encircled around her waist and into his chest.
She comes with his name spilling out from between her lips, one that he swallows with a grin as he brings her back down to earth finger slipping out of her cunt to stroke her gently.
He leans down to kiss her again and Baekhyun actively reciprocates this time even though she can still taste her own bitterness on the tip of his tongue. She’s far too overwhelmed to do anything else and she’s still aching between her legs with her senses dulled as if everything is separated by a smoke screen.
Through her daze, she feels the vibrations inside her cease and Kris takes his hand out from beneath her skirt to hold the darn silver thing up between his fingers, now thoroughly soaked and dripping with her release.
Her cheeks feel warm again but she responds to his antics with a roll of her eyes and simply swats his hand away when he attempts to wave the vibrator in her face.
“I guess this means that you win,” he chuckles.
“Damn right I did,” she huffs in response, “don’t I always?”
He lets out another laugh, kissing her nose then both her cheeks before pressing their foreheads together.
Baekhyun feels filthy and the last thing she wants is Kris trapping her in his arms but what he says next has her melting like putty in his arms.
“I love you,” he sighs (she swears he does), “you’re incredible,”
And now it’s her turn to laugh, burying her face into his neck.
“Of course I am,” she replies kissing him just below his ear before she pulls back and slips off the edge of the sink to gather up her underwear.
Outside, the bell tolls for the end of fourth period and the voices of other students gradually begin to fill the corridors. But now it’s her turn to push Kris backwards until he’s cornered inside one of the stalls.
She gazes intently at the oh so obvious tent in his pants and smiles coyly when she sees the way he looks down at her expectantly. His Adam’s apple bobs up and down when he makes a particularly obvious swallow and Baekhyun knows that he’s anticipating. Too bad though, because all Baekhyun can think about is revenge which she delivers with a firm stroke against his crotch. It’s just enough pressure to make him gasp and his head fall forward until his chin is tucked against his chest.
He grips onto the side of stall and looks down at her, pleading for her to return the favour. And so she does, pressing close and swirling her hips against his crotch until he moans again.
She stands on her tip toes and pulls him down by his collar to whisper into his ear, “this time, the joke is on you, Kris Wu.”
With those words and triumphant smile, Baekhyun flounces out of the stall and down the corridor without a second glance behind her, without a care in the world and certainly no concern for the fact she had just left her boyfriend all by himself in the girl’s bathroom with a hard-on.
a/n:
- wht is this? i feel so ashamed. the first thing i write in 6 months is a krisbaek genderbend. idek.. why is this my life?
Pairing: girl!Baekhyun/Kris
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 4k
Summary: (genderbend ; het!krisbaek) cause op wanted het!krisbaek smut, in particular “Kris makes baekhyun go to school with vibrator in her” and, apparently, so did I...
WARNING! use of toys, orgasm denial, underage sex.
Note: (edited) x-post of this fill at exopromptmeme
Black Lace and Gunmetal
This is the worst idea and Kris is an ass for convincing her to do this.
She’s been jittery all day and it’s only just past lunch time with at least another three hours to go before she reaches home. She doesn’t even think that she can make it that far without begging for some kind of relief.
Her friends had all given her worried glances when she hadn’t touched her lunch. But her hands had been far too shaky to grip onto her sandwich without causing all of that nicely shredded lettuce to fall into the lap of her plaid skirt. She didn’t want to make it obvious that something was wrong. She didn’t want them asking questions or, worse, spreading rumours.
She even had to excuse herself from all of her friends to make her way to fourth period far earlier than usual just to avoid all human contact because a mere touch sends her haywire.
Morning classes had been ten times worse though, if that was even possible. A moan had been on the tip of her tongue whenever she so much as shifted in her seat to see the whiteboard up front.
She contemplates pulling the damn thing out and dealing with the heat between her legs in the bathroom. But she stops herself short of the door and shuffles off to class because she knows that she’ll hate seeing that stupid grin on Kris’ face when he finds out that she couldn’t last a day.
She curses the heavens for that stupid bet they had last night after two rounds.
...
“I bet that you wouldn’t last a day with one of these inside you,” Kris had taunted when they were lying side by side, sated and cuddling beneath the covers of Kris’ bed (because Baekhyun’s is too small to fit them both).
Baekhyun had looked up to see what he was talking about only to find a small metal object gripped between his fingers. She had frowned at it before her mouth fell open and her eyes widened in realisation.
Kris laughed at her expression but he was no longer laughing when she tilted her head up with blatant confidence as she snatched the silver bullet vibrator out of his hand.
“Of course I can do it,” she had scoffed, thumbing over the sleek metal tip and not allowing the fear of having this inside her show. “Of course I can,”
…
And so, because of her big mouth and the enormous amount of confidence she manages to fit inside her petite body, this is where she finds herself now - hobbling off to class and sliding cautiously into her chair.
She tries, very hard, to suppress all sensations of the vibrator inside her; folding her legs over each other and squeezing her thighs together. But it doesn’t help at all. In fact, nothing helps.
At least she’s early though, because it means that she can hide her shaking hands in her lap and her flushed face beneath her bangs.
The minutes tick by as Baekhyun sits there waiting for fourth period to start, waiting for school to end, waiting and waiting for release. She’s already wet and sticky between her thighs.
Black laced panties in accompaniment with sleek gunmetal bullet vibrators were never a good idea no matter how complementary their colour was against her pale skin. But courtesy of Kris and her inability to back down from a challenge, here she is almost spluttering every time the lace rubs against her clit and the vibrator barely grazes against her walls reminding her of what’s always but oh so inconspicuously there.
She finds herself rocking back and forth and moaning quietly in her seat until she hears a familiar voice flooding the corridors. She curses him for the umpteenth time and glares at Kris in pure distaste when he obnoxiously barrages into the room, tie loose and top buttons undone from the game of basketball he and his friends always manages to squeeze in during their breaks.
He looks delectable though, she’ll admit, a little rough on the edges and blonde hair slightly mussed. And for a moment, her heart swells because she knows that he’s all hers for the keeping. Yet that’s all quickly squashed down when she remembers her predicament. She’s still angry at him for all this - for being stuck on the brink of orgasm and submitting to sheer humiliation. So she blatantly ignores him when he hovers by her desk, sitting down on it not a second later so he can conveniently lean down and whisper in her ear.
“You okay, Baek? You look a little flustered. Would you like oppa to help you?”
He’s using that bedroom voice. The husky baritone one that makes Baekhyun swoon and her heart flutter. The one he uses when he’s rocking back and forth into her or when his face is in between her legs, hands holding her hips, before he pushes his tongue between her folds.
And fuck. Baekhyun would very much like oppa to help her right now. But Baekhyun, being Baekhyun, just shakes her head and refuses to even give him a second glance.
“Go away, Kris,” she hisses, pouting haughtily as she buries her nose into her books, flipping them open and almost tearing the pages out in her frustration.
She hears him humming as he moves to the back of the classroom and she almost dies, stomach flipping like some dumb trapeze, because his voice is somehow at the same intonation as the vibrations that are working against her walls. She’s probably delusion from all this pent up arousal but a mere hum from Kris still does wonders to her senses and suddenly, there’s a chill running up her spine and heat coiling oh so fucking tight in her groin.
She plants her face into her biology text book and groans into the desk, gripping tightly onto the edge of it to suppress the sudden urge to pounce on Kris and beg for him do her then and there in front of everyone else.
Her face is still hidden safely in her books when her teacher walks in and begins to lecture the class on marine biology. His droning voice is enough to make her have a fit, skin now itching from delaying her orgasm for so long.
But when she thinks she’s gone through the worst of it all, the vibrations somehow escalate. She lifts her face and sits ramrod straight in her seat just in time to see Mr. Kim gesticulating wildly whilst explaining the fascinating reproduction of squids. Baekhyun barely manages to stop herself short of throwing her head back and bearing her neck to release a loud moan when the vibrations surge and graze against her walls, bottom lip dragging between her teeth.
She knows that Kris is playing with the buttons of the wireless device, flicking them up a notch until she’s about to writhe in her seat. But she resists it all, breaking out into a cold sweat from her efforts as she turns almost feverish from the sensation. What was once a dull and barely noticeable thrumming is now a full throttle throbbing that’s pressing up against her walls, pleasuring her in places she never knew it would yet leaving her unsatisfied at the same time.
She’s so wet now and she’s sure the dampness is seeping through her skirt, ready to stain the chair. Her breasts are pert and aching for attention. She wants so badly to touch herself or even better for Kris to touch her. However, she won’t indulge herself, willing her resolve to harden and to resist just that bit longer.
But her pain stricken features must have been far too obvious and far too easy to read because Mr. Kim stops mid-sentence and he calls from the front of the class, “Byun Baekhyun?”
He never stops for anything. His passion for biology brims so over-zealously that he notices no one. And no one takes note of him - well, apart from that biology-enthusiast (or maybe just Mr. Kim enthusiast), Jongdae, who sits smack bang in the center of the front row with his mid-line parting and tortoise shell frames balanced on the bridge of his nose. So when Mr. Kim actually goes so far as to stop his lecture to acknowledge her existence, she knows that she’s got it bad.
She gulps, swallowing down that knot that’s fast forming in the back of her throat as she lifts her flushed face and directs her tear-filled eyes to the front.
“Y-Yes, sir?” she squeaks when Mr. Kim gives her a look of concern.
She can feel the curious gaze of the entire class upon her and all she wants to do is sink so low into her seat that she’ll somehow melt into the floorboards and disappear into the floor below.
There’s one pair of eyes, though, that she so desperately wants to crawl away from. Back row, second from the right Baekhyun doesn’t even need to turn around or give Kris so much as a single glance to know that he’s there wearing a shit-eating grin, that she would still find painfully attractive, gaze intent on the way Baekhyun is slowly losing her sanity in front of everyone.
“Are you feeling alright?”
And all Baekhyun can do is nod, rather constipatedly in fact because the next thing she knows, Mr. Kim is ushering her out of the classroom helpfully pointing out the direction to the nearest girls’ bathroom. She burns up considerably but she still excuses herself before scampering down the corridor with her face buried her palms.
She leans against the basin once she’s inside the empty bathroom and she splashes cold water onto her face as some form of relief.
The vibrator is still buzzing inside her and she’s already panting and propping herself up against the sides of the porcelain sink by the time she turns off the tap. The cold water did nothing to curb that insane heat from blossoming across her body and she groans when she catches a glimpse of herself in the mirror, cheeks red and eyes dark and blown wide from arousal.
She wonders if she looked like this in class - a damn rightful mess and all of a sudden, she’s never felt so vulnerable and so humiliated in her life. Her confidence crumbles and she finds herself wondering about the rumours that are bound to spread and how she’ll face them.
Caught up in her own thoughts, she doesn’t hear anyone else come in until they press into her back and wind their arms around her middle. Letting out a yelp of surprise, she spins around only to be greeted by Kris who’s smiling down at her all teeth and gums.
She’s told him loads of time that a smile doesn’t suit him but she hasn’t felt so relieved and so furious to see him as she does now.
“Kris,” she warns as she attempts to push him away.
She tries to put on a tough façade but it’s obvious that her voice wavers when his hands merely skim feather-light over the small of her back and catch onto the ends of her cascading locks.
She still tries though, ducking away from him when he leans in to kiss her. Because, as much as she wants to feel his hands and lips all over her - caressing her until she’s left undone and lax in his arms, she’s going to win this fucking bet.
She’s come so far already, there’s no way she’ll back down now.
“What are you doing here, out of class and in the girls’ toilets?” she hisses once she’s successfully broken away from his embrace.
But Kris is still wearing that god awful smirk as if he knows exactly what she’s aching for.
“I’m here to help you,” he says casually as if it’s the most normal thing in the world.
“I don’t need your help,” she huffs, hitting his chest with a dull thump that hardly affects him when he wraps his arms around her again.
“Are you sure, Baek?”
And fucking hell she’s not sure anymore.
Actually. Scratch that. She’s very sure but it’s not something that she wants to admit right now.
Everything feels almost intolerable, her senses alight like wildfire. It feels as though her knees are about to give way, no longer able to support her weight, because Kris is right there basically inviting her to get off on him.
She’s clearly affected by his proposal, trembling like a leaf as she clenches her mouth to stop tiny whimpers from escaping every time he touches her. It feels so good to be held. It’s exactly what she needs and she almost creams herself from the prospect of release.
Still, stubborn as ever, she hisses “yes” giving him a baleful glare and turning her nose upward.
She tries to ignore the way he’s massaging her arms in the way that she likes when they’re coming down from their high as he backs her up against the bathroom sink.
Baekhyun can, for the sake of her own dignity, pretend that she doesn’t want it. But when Kris refuses to relent and only forces her against the basin, Baekhyun can’t help the way she arches into his touch. Her mouth falls open and a gasp escapes her when he pushes a leg between her thighs, parting them and hiking her up until she’s propped halfway up the sink and halfway up his thigh.
“Oh,” she exhales and she feels her stubborn resolve dematerialising right before her eyes.
The porcelain is cold through the thin material of her shirt and her fingers skitter up to Kris’ broad shoulders and dig beneath his lapels when he leans in towards her. She tries to muffle a whimper by burying her face against her arm as the warm pressure of Kris’ leg rubs against her through her skirt and underwear from his sudden movement. This, accompanied with the minute vibrations from the bullet inside her, is getting all too much for her. She’s crumbling in his arms and she wants this - oh god - she wants this so fucking much.
Yet, she still has the tenacity to whine, “Go away, Kris”.
She makes a weak attempt at pushing him away with her hands balled up against his chest even though her face is now safely nuzzled in the crook of his neck and her hips are rutting up and down against his leg all on their own accord. She squeezes her eyes shut and breathes harshly through her nose as she grits out between clenched teeth, “I can do this,”
Kris chuckles, low and raspy, reading her like an open book. He knows that she’s just about to snap.
He holds her carefully as if he hadn’t inadvertently caused Baekhyun to embarrass herself in front of everyone - one hand on the back of her neck and the other at the base of her spine. He gives her the liberty to rock against him before he leans in to whisper against her cheek, “you know you’ll only lose if you touch yourself. But there’s no harm if someone else does it for you,”
She freezes when his words begin to sink in and she looks up at him imploringly, searching his features for a reason for all this.
She finds her answer in his muffled groan when she grazes her fingers against the zipper of his pants. It all makes sense now.
“You’re hard. You sick bastard,” she accuses, “You get off knowing that I’m suffering and embarrassing myself in front of everyone,”
She knows she should be somewhat disgusted. But it does the exact opposite and arouses her even more when he looks down at her with a gaze that’s filled with nothing but want.
“Yeah, I do. I’m so goddamn attracted to you all the time, Baek,” he drawls out and Baekhyun would kick him in the shins for being so gross.
But, on second thought, that’s not such a grand idea considering the fact that she’s balanced so precariously on his thighs with her arousal growing intolerably painful between her legs. So instead of punishing him, she caves.
“You’re such a dick,” she still has the fight to mumble as she lets go of the front of his shirt to wind her arms around his neck and pull him down for a kiss. It’s open-mouthed and filthy but she doesn’t care; neither of them do when they’re this desperate.
She feels Kris’ hands travel up her thighs and reach under under her skirt but she only presses further into his touch searching for more. Her skin is electric and she burns up all the more at the hum of satisfaction he releases against her lips when his fingertips reach her underwear to find that they’re already soaked through.
She flushes in embarrassment and breaks away from their kiss to duck away but Kris is there to catch her again, kissing her until she’s breathless and gasping for air from the way he’s rubbing her through the lace.
“Hurry,” she pants into his mouth, not even bothering to feel ashamed at how desperate she sounds.
Part of her is afraid that someone would walk in and find them but a huge part of her just really wants Kris to pull the damn vibrator out and fuck her into oblivion. And when he hikes her all the way up the sink, she congratulates herself for convincing him to do just that.
He gives her quick peck on the lips and a soft smile, which she returns, before he fits himself between her legs and slips her underwear down until they’re hanging around her ankles. She breathes a sigh of relief once the restriction is gone but the sensation is replaced by the uncomfortable scratch of her ugly plaid skirt. She squirms to get away because she’s far too sensitive down there. Every single part of her is begging for Kris’ touch, only Kris. And when he bends down onto his knees and - oh fuck - presses his lips tentatively against her clit, all is forgiven.
She almost screams when he does it again, hand clamping around her mouth as she arches off the sink. The tap is digging painfully into her back and it’s sure to leave bruises that will last for days. But she doesn’t care, not in the slightest, not when Kris licks all the way down from her clit to her opening. His tongue darts out to press between her folds, effectively pushing the vibrator around her some more and she almost kicks him in the head from the sensation.
She moans, no longer inhibited by the fears of being discovered, hand falling away from her mouth to grip onto the sides of the sink when she feels the vibrator press up against her walls. Her entire body is tense, teetering on the brink of release and she just wants and wants and wants Kris to get her there.
“Kris, please - oh please, Kris,” she all but begs rather shamelessly even though she knows she’ll regret it by the time she comes to.
By the time Kris’ tongue is sliding inside her, she’s making breathy little huffs from the way it fits so snuggly beside the vibrator. She thinks can hear him hum when she slides her fingers through his hair and bunches her skirt up to see him work but she might have mistaken it for the way the vibrator is buzzing inside her heat.
The stretch is no where near enough but she’s still left panting and jerking frantically in search for more. And she’s almost crying when Kris delivers, gripping her hips with firm hands whose size seem to engulf her as he slips his tongue in then out of her a couple more times. He has the tenacity to curl it upwards as he thrusts his tongue inside and she almost tugs his hair out when he hits the spot.
Not a moment later, her stomach tightens with that familiar feeling and that deep coil of heat but Kris stops short - just as she starts to thrash uncontrollably above him, eyes rolled back and moaning loudly for him to continue.
He saves her from bashing her skull into the mirror, cradling her upright and claiming her lips. She lets it all happen compliantly as he presses a finger inside her warmth and rubs his thumb against her clit.
She’s all but gone now with her legs coming up instinctively to wrap around his waist, nails scratching down his arms and seeking purchase. Yet Kris doesn’t relent and continues to rub up and down and in small circles just the way she likes until her back arches off the arm he has encircled around her waist and into his chest.
She comes with his name spilling out from between her lips, one that he swallows with a grin as he brings her back down to earth finger slipping out of her cunt to stroke her gently.
He leans down to kiss her again and Baekhyun actively reciprocates this time even though she can still taste her own bitterness on the tip of his tongue. She’s far too overwhelmed to do anything else and she’s still aching between her legs with her senses dulled as if everything is separated by a smoke screen.
Through her daze, she feels the vibrations inside her cease and Kris takes his hand out from beneath her skirt to hold the darn silver thing up between his fingers, now thoroughly soaked and dripping with her release.
Her cheeks feel warm again but she responds to his antics with a roll of her eyes and simply swats his hand away when he attempts to wave the vibrator in her face.
“I guess this means that you win,” he chuckles.
“Damn right I did,” she huffs in response, “don’t I always?”
He lets out another laugh, kissing her nose then both her cheeks before pressing their foreheads together.
Baekhyun feels filthy and the last thing she wants is Kris trapping her in his arms but what he says next has her melting like putty in his arms.
“I love you,” he sighs (she swears he does), “you’re incredible,”
And now it’s her turn to laugh, burying her face into his neck.
“Of course I am,” she replies kissing him just below his ear before she pulls back and slips off the edge of the sink to gather up her underwear.
Outside, the bell tolls for the end of fourth period and the voices of other students gradually begin to fill the corridors. But now it’s her turn to push Kris backwards until he’s cornered inside one of the stalls.
She gazes intently at the oh so obvious tent in his pants and smiles coyly when she sees the way he looks down at her expectantly. His Adam’s apple bobs up and down when he makes a particularly obvious swallow and Baekhyun knows that he’s anticipating. Too bad though, because all Baekhyun can think about is revenge which she delivers with a firm stroke against his crotch. It’s just enough pressure to make him gasp and his head fall forward until his chin is tucked against his chest.
He grips onto the side of stall and looks down at her, pleading for her to return the favour. And so she does, pressing close and swirling her hips against his crotch until he moans again.
She stands on her tip toes and pulls him down by his collar to whisper into his ear, “this time, the joke is on you, Kris Wu.”
With those words and triumphant smile, Baekhyun flounces out of the stall and down the corridor without a second glance behind her, without a care in the world and certainly no concern for the fact she had just left her boyfriend all by himself in the girl’s bathroom with a hard-on.
a/n:
- wht is this? i feel so ashamed. the first thing i write in 6 months is a krisbaek genderbend. idek.. why is this my life?