“Déjà vu.” | Baekhyun (m) Teacher!AU | Chapter 1
Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst (maybe)
Warnings: Smut/Language
Word count: 2.1k
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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Your hand vigorously rubbed your clit till you climaxed with the man on the screen, which has never revealed their face. His username was B-Bear Your only image of him are the pretty collarbones that adorned his chest and the few moles and freckles that scattered across his body. Sometimes, if you were lucky, his lips would show by mistake and you’d catch the pair along with the cutest freckle right above it.
Your obsession with this cam boy had came as far as to you donating to it once in a while giving him up to $10 if you could afford it that night.
“Ah, another donation from ‘Babycupid’. Thank you Baby, you always pull through.” The man on the screen smiled, his voice drained. On this particular night his lips appeared on screen. You typed a reply on your keyboard with one hand, “You’re just so easy to get off to.”
‘B-Bear’ responded by chuckling, “I’m starting to think you donate every time I can make you cum, am I correct?” You blushed but nonetheless typed; “You figured me out so easily.” You yawned, walking away from your laptop to wash up and clean yourself after the mess you’d made.
When you returned you’d seen he had ended the live, perhaps to sleep. You scrolled through the chat, seeing his usual goodnight message he sent to you every time you joined his live. You smiled and closed your laptop, stretching your sore limbs. “All in a days work, isn’t that right Kora?” You scratched the cats back as it hopped onto your bed to crawl up and sleep, you decided you should get at least a third of your algebra homework done before dozing off.
The next day you were wide eyed and bushy tailed after your third cup of coffee, your first day for AP Psych was today and you were not definitely not going to miss it, let alone fall asleep from staying up so late. After jogging in place to wake you up, you finally decided to head off to class. It didn’t start till 4:50, but being a little early wouldn’t hurt anyone, if being 20 minutes early was counted as “a little early.” Your coffee eventually kicked in and you’d figure you would have at least an hour of energy before you would sky rocket off your caffeine high and plummet into the earth.
As soon as you got to the door you felt nervous, nonetheless you pushed the door open letting it fall shut after shuffling in. “Ah, the first study arrives 20 minutes early to class? Is this normal?” The professor joked, your ears turned in the direction of the voice, it sounding oddly familiar. “I had spare time, the caffeine got to my brain now i’m doing some crazy things.” You joked, your eyes met his and you could’ve sworn you almost choked on air. His physical appearance was the most stunning thing you could have imagined, his eyes small and slanted, his nose round, his jaw sharp and his lips set on a permanent pout when he spoke, and just above his lips were a little mole.
You found it cute.
“Haha, I’m Professor Byun, nice to meet you, you are?” He extended his hand, “I’m Y/n, junior.” You smiled politely at him your ears burning, shaking his hand in a greeting manner. “Well I guess since your here early you wouldn’t mind helping me pass out handouts?” Professor Byun asked, your neck craned around to see his smiling eyes. “Yeah, no problem.” You set your books down and took the stack of papers, passing them out as fast as you could so you could return to your seat in the very back. Far, far away from Professor Byun, aka hot pants.
A few minutes later students filled into the room, filling in seats here and there. I could only thank god nobody chose to sit by me. I couldn’t be bothered to make friends. Class started shortly with Byun introducing himself and giving us our first assignment and it’s due date. You read over the paper briefly. You felt intrigued by the Psychology teacher, knowing very little about who he is, it felt as if you’d known him from another life. Something about him just sat well with you, and you couldn’t shake the feeling of déjà vu.
Your friend rung you up shortly after class ended and you couldn’t be more than excited to go out, it was a friday night and you were in the mood to go clubbing. “You know that club on 5th street right pass that really good pizza place?” You nodded your head but realized she couldn’t see you so you replied with a short “Yeah,” you were in the middle of painting your toenails and didn’t want to mess it up and rage quit. “Chanyeol said he would let us in free there, are you in?” Eve asked enthusiastically.
“Uh, hell yeah. Maybe we’ll get free drinks too.” You held the phone between your shoulder and cheek. Eve let out a laugh, “I wouldn’t even think about it you know how stingy Chanyeol is with his alcohol.” You scrunched your nose “True.” You finished your toenails and reassured Eve you would make it there around 7-ish.
You stared at your reflection in the mirror, your clubbing outfit seemed a little too revealing but you were reassured there would be worse than you on a night like this. “Lets go!” You shouted, grabbing your purse and slipping out your slippers into your comfortable low heels. “Kora please behave!” You called out to the cat before walking to your destination. The night was a little chilly you could’ve brought a throw on jacket just incase but you were to suffer because you looked good. The clubs bright lights caught your attention and you entered right in slipping past the security guard who gave you a simple nod. You spotted Eve by the bar, sipping on a drink her hair tied up and her body clad in a black dress. “Eve!” you grabbed her drink from her hand and took a sip. “You know you cant hold alcohol well.” She lectured you. “Yeah yeah, i’m lightweight I know.” I took a few more sips before sitting it down. “Where’s Chanyeol?” I asked, the tall freak would usually be dancing in the huge crowd or behind the bar making weird drink concoctions. Your question was answered with a hand smacking your shoulder, “Here.” His smirk emerged from behind you, “I didn’t think you two would make it.” You shook your head and Eve scoffed “Being in college doesn’t take all your fun away.” She rolled her eyes, “And you should know.”
Chanyeol and Eve has a flirting thing where one insults the other and so on and so forth. It’s pretty much been going on since high school. You don’t know how they’ve kept it up this long. “The DJ tonight is a special one, hes from out of town, so you know there’s going to be many opportunities for you guys to dance with me.” Chanyeol winked, we both hit his arms and Chanyeol glared playfully.
A few more drinks and a few songs later you felt as if nothing could stop you, your body was just dancing freely under the lights of the club and you wanted none of it to end. The alcohol in your system made your worries melt into nothing. That is until somebody bumped into you oh so rudely and you had to turn around and try to tell them off just to be cut off by your own hand. “Professor Byun?”
“Oh! Hey Y/n!”
Your heart starting beating ten times it’s normal speed you were sure you were going to have a heart attack. “What b-brings you here?” You awkwardly try to make conversation, he has a drink in his hand and his attire has changed quite a bit, a loose white tee and a pair of black pants clad to his legs. A simple gold chain adorns his neck and lays over his collarbones slightly. You couldn’t help but stare at this complete 180 from your Professor. “My friend owns this place,” He shouts over the music, cupping his hand around his mouth. “Chanyeol?? He’s my friend too? How old are you?” You ask two questions hoping for at least one answer without sounding like a creep. “Yeah, me and Chanyeol go way back. And i’m only 27 how old did you think I was?” His face shows no sign of offense so you continue with you continue with you questions. “I didn’t think you were much older than me, seeing as you teach a college class-I wouldn’t expect to see you in a place like this. Is this a normal thing for you?” His mouth rose to a smirk, “It could be a normal thing, and it could not. It’s up to you.” His response left your ears red and if it weren’t for the clubs awful lights you would feel ten times for embarrassed. “I-I, I’ll see you around Professor.” You felt embarrassment over come you. “See you around Miss.Y/n.”
You stumbled through your front door, leaving your shoes at your closet. You were absolutely spent, nothing could have prepared you for the many drinks you went through after your encounter with your psychology professor. “I could honestly throw up.”
And you did.
After getting cleaned up and brushing your teeth, your phone buzzed indicating a notification. You checked to see “B-Bear is now online.” Your cheeks rose with a smile and you instantly became giddy. You finished brushing your teeth and jumped into your bed before getting yet another buzz. “B-Bear is now live.” You quickly pulled up the live on your laptop and saw that he had his clothes on, his cute lips exposed. His sweater was black and had a small logo on the front, his hand rested on his stomach. He began to speak after a short few moments. “And...Babycupid is here! The usual gang has officially joined, shall we begin?” His mouth rose into a smirk, his hand traveling under his sweater and pushing it out the way. His member resting in his hands and you could see he was very hard. “Guys, I had an experience today that i’d like to share.”
Everybody responded with a eagerness to know, the chat being flooded with replies. B-bear smiled before he pumped himself a few times, “I met somebody, at this club I frequently go to.” He started. You giggled at the odd coincidence, you just left a club. “That’s funny I just came back from a club.” You typed, he paused to read it before laughing as well. “There was this girl, her whole aura was so enchanting. The dress she wore made her ass look great,” He groaned at the thought, his hand stroking himself slowly. “I met this girl....before. And I just wish I could get a taste of her. Just once, a little slice of what’s between her thighs would satisfy me for the rest of my days.” His voice was so smooth and calming, there was a pause and
you could see him visibly shudder. “Fuck.” He spilt his load over his hand and sweater. “Sorry this was a short one guys, i’ve been hard for quite some time.” He chuckled at his own words. You felt sad that he would have to go so soon. You left a small donation of $5, showing your gratitude. “And thank you Babycupid for your donation.” He signed as we wiped his hand off with a tissue and tried to dab his sweater. A follower in the chat asked a question about the girl and B-bear read it, his voice above a whisper. “Is this girl anything special to you?” He paused, he seemed to be thinking hard before shaking his head slightly. “I’ve only known her for about a day. We first met today, it was-you could say-love at first sight. She was wearing a cute bear sweater and little mary jane shoes. She looked so adorable.”
Your heart dropped. You looked over to your dirty pile of clothes, seeing your outfit you wore to class earlier. This man knew who you were. And you had absolutely no clue who he was. “Do you know what her name is?” You typed quickly, your anxiety had kicked in overdrive and you couldn’t help but breathe loudly. He read your message his mouth slightly agape, he hummed in response. “Should I say it? I don’t think I’d get in trouble.” You typed a quick “Yes!!” eager to have the answer as quick as humanly possible.
His lips curled into a smirk, “Hm, maybe I wont. I’ll save it as a secret.”