“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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