Teasing them in class | whc boys x reader headcanons
pairings: Yeon Sieun x fem!reader, Ahn Suho x fem!reader, Oh Beomseok x fem!reader, Park Humin x fem!reader, Go Hyuntak x fem!reader, Kang Wooyoung, Geum Songje fem!reader, Na Baekjin x fem!reader,
request: I was thinking imagine them being bored/horny in class because of a picture reader sent them teasing them or anything really just to get the riled up? Maybe even a slutty text message whilst he was hanging out with his friends or something? Anyway so he just can't get enough of reader and decides to take matters into his own hands by fingering her/teasing her whilst in class.
genre: smut (mdni!)
wc: 3,925
a/n: idk some English words might be used wrong cause that language was a stranger to me until I had turned 10
@anon: sorry for taking so long — hope you like it fam •͜•
𓄲 YEON SIEUN
Sieun's phone was moving in his backpack. That's how many notifications you were spamming him with. He sighed, slightly annoyed at the intrusion so he grabbed the phone, deciding to turn silent mode on. That's when a new notification plopped up on his screen.
⌯⌲[1 image attached].
Curiosity flickered inside him. What picture would you send now? He debated whether he should open it or not — after all it could be an obsolete meme, not even funny enough to pull half a smile from him.
He sighed, tipping the message. The sight that awaited him had his breath hitch. He didn't move for a second, trying to comprehend what he was looking at and why it was making his blood rush downwards.
He sighed, annoyed. Two more hours.
You were drifting in and out of consciousness, eyelids droopy with the weight of sleep your body was craving. You weighed the option of ditching studying for a nap, after all you could stay home tomorrow and retake the test, right?
„Retakes are usually harder than regular ones.", Sieun muttered as he strode through your bedroom door, letting it fall into the lock behind him. Your tiredness seemed to be stripped right off as you watched your boyfriend slide off his jacket and backpack in one go. Did he read a book on telepathy or something?
Your fingers itched to touch him, the soft skin of his arms, his tender face that was always rumpled in disdain or indifference. You stumbled over to where he was standing, lightly pushing him backwards until his inner knees gave out and he fell on your mattress.
You climbed onto him right away, straddling his lap as you toyed with the hem of his shirt. "Can I take this off?", you asked, voice dripping in honey and restraint as you tried your best not to dry hump him right away, which turned out to be harder by the minute as his bulge pressed so perfectly against your entrance.
Sieun just hummed, letting you strip him bare, layer by layer until your clothes followed his on your littered floor.
You were soaked by the time you guided his erection between your folds, lubing him up excessively as the teasing friction already kissed your nerves to sparks. Sieun sat up against your wall, trailing your movements with parted lips as you slid down his length until you were flush with his hip bones.
The fullness was almost too much, bringing tears to your eye rims, refusing to fall where they gathered. Sieun lifted you up slightly before guiding you back down, creating a steady rhythm that hit just perfectly.
"You got me really worked up, yknow?", he murmured in between kisses on your neck. You ran your hands along his upper body, feeling up the hint of muscles he had worked up ever since his friends had forced him to join their training. "What did you do against it?", you asked, a glint of mischief in your eyes. That's what he got for ignoring you.
"Tried to think of repulsive stuff.", he breathed, picking up his pace when he found a spot that made your breath hitch higher than usual.
You met his thrusts, eager to come. "Did it work?", you teased, already knowing the answer. His grip around your hip bones tightened, promising bruises he'd feel embarrassed about causing tomorrow. "No.", he whispered against your ear, making a shiver run down your spine and trigger a savoringly sweet orgasm you rode through, soon followed by Sieun who pulled out right before his release shot out, covering your thighs instead.
He didn't leave you time to catch your breath before he pushed your shoulders into the mattress and angled your legs up his chest as he slid right back in.
"Again?", you panted, a lazy soreness spreading through your muscles.
Sieun's lips stretched but there was no sweetness in that smile.
"And many times after that. Until the mere thought of sending me pictures in the middle of the day makes your body ache."
𓄲 AHN SUHO
He was napping on his fluffy pink hand pillow, eyes snapping open when a notification lit up his phone. He read your name and checked it immediately. Shouldn't you be in class?
When he saw the picture, he straightened his spine. Now? Really? It was just a quick snap of your panties around your ankles. Your shoes and the bathroom floor being the only other things visible.
⌯⌲ [don't you just love the sight].
He groaned, feeling his erection grow.
You were in your school's bathroom, scrolling through old photos, still chuckling as you imagined how Suho would've reacted to the picture. "Very funny, yeah.", you heared a low voice sound from the door.
"Heyy.", you cooed, excited to see your boyfriend. "What are you doing here?"
He didn't waste a second, pulling you into one of the stalls, not even bothering to lock the door.
He didn't undress you, just pushed your panties to the side to fuck you in the skirt.
You shrieked as he slammed into you in one thrust, burying himself to the hilt. Suho chuckles a humourless laugh, clamping your mouth shut with one hand. "You want everyone to hear, too? What's going on with you today, huh?", he mused, kissing a wet trail up your neck.
He pulled back just slightly, adjusting the angle to hit the spot he knew to make your knees give out, hands already tight on your thighs to keep you from falling as he slams into you over and over until you have to grip the wall for support.
You felt him throb inside you, obviously close but so were you, nerves pulsing where he was stretching you out. He noticed too, slowing his pace to feel the drag against your slick walls before ramming into you for one last time, picking you up by your hips to guide you up and down his length and make your orgasm last longer.
Suho pulled out when he deemed you fucked out, leaving you clenching around nothing as he jerked his erection to a climax, aiming his load into the toilet behind you.
He panted slightly, making you jump up as he connected his stretched palm with the fat of your ass, chuckling at your sensibility. "This what you wanted?", he asked, pressing his lips against your ear.
You stumbled out the stall, adjusting clothes when you were hit with a line of waiting students, some avoiding eye contact while others failed to hide their grins. Oops.
Suho's ears grew a dark shade of red as he pressed a kiss to your hairline and wound his way through the female students, making sure not to touch anyone.
𓄲 OH BEOMSEOK
Beomseok startled lightly as you tossed your trainer jacket into his lap. He glimpsed at you, confused with your indifferent demeanour as you feigned interest in the subject you were attending. Was it an accident? What was he supposed to do with the ja-
His thoughts were tossed aside, mind blank as he felt your hand creep up the side of his thigh.
His grip around his pencil grew white with the force he needed to apply to suppress a shuddered breath when you easily slipped your hand into his fly. He hoped that now one heard the hiss of the zipper opening.
You palmed him through his boxer shorts, still not even glancing in his direction as you pulled the waistband down to pass the last layer between you and him, skin to skin.
He straightened his spine as his length throbbed in interest at the first touch of your hand. A few light touches and his tip began leaking pre-cum for you to spread up and down his length as you lazily teased his head.
You started pumping in a slow rhythm, flexing your wrist here and there to give him more friction as it began to grow harder and harder to control his breathing (no pun intended). Your hand tightened against his bulge, forcing him to bite the end of his pencil to regain control. "Please.", he whispered, unsure if he wanted you to stop or make him cum.
Either way you decided for the latter, picking up your pace as you worked him through his orgasm. He grabbed his water bottle, throat bobbing as he gulped down enough water to make his breath regulate, eyes darting to your careless form as you circled your wrist before bringing your palm to your lips and licking the salty white liquid right off it before standing up to head for the bathroom.
You strode past him, not stopping until you've reached the door, finally looking at him over your shoulder with the tiniest smirk on your lips as you opened the door and headed into the corridor. Beomseok was completely dumbfounded.
Was he supposed to follow?
𓄲 PARK HUMIN (BAKU)
Humin was at basketball practice and you were bored out of your mind, asking your friends to snap a video of your hands trailing up your skirt until your panties were slightly visible.
You and the girls had a good laugh but across the yard on the shared basektball court Baku's eyes were glued to his screen, feeling his bulge harden in eagerness.
This was no state to play in, he had to go find you.
Your back was growing stiff, aching where he had you sprawled out on the wooden desk. The angel of your knees in the air was awkward but it helped you a lot that Baku had your feet resting on his massive shoulders.
The sound of wet squelching bounced off the walls with every drag of his fingers inside your cunt. He had three inside, angling them perfectly as he hit every single spot that made fire burn up your nerves. The overstimulation was settling deep in your bones, spreading soreness across your muscles as he had made you come a countless amount of times already — and he hadn't even put his cock inside yet.
The vibration of his phone added to your torturous pleasure where it tended to your inner thigh as Baku had placed it there knowing he'd get a ton of notifications since he had just disappeared in the middle of the school day to look after his girlfriend.
Your orgasm rippled through you, mind growing blank as you arched your back, somehow harder than the times before. Your vision whitened with every forced thrust of your hips, chasing the friction that had your stomach tense achingly hard. When it snapped, you couldn't suppress a scream, the wetness gushing out of you with every spasm of your hole. Baku's fingers halted in you, eyes slowly trailing from your squirting pussy to meet your eyes, that were ripped open in shock as well.
"How did you do that?", you both asked in unison, chuckling at the jinx.
You propped yourself up on your shoulders, watching your boyfriend adjust his fingers, feeling up for familiarity as he tried to hit the same spot. "Where'd I hit?", he wondered aloud, making you hiss at the electricity that rippled through you with every brush of his coated fingers against your sensitive bud.
𓄲 GO HYUNTAK (GOTAK)
You had the key to the girl's bathroom clutched tightly in your fist even though you didn't really need to go. But had you suffered through even one more minute of your classmates' rant on your group project, you would've bolted out the window.
Your eyes wandered along the chipped paint of the hallway, trailing old posters and the doors of busy classrooms. A familiar number near one classroom caught your attention.
Wasn't that Gotak's class room?
You bit your lip, sneaking closer to peek through the tiny window.
There he was. Balancing a pencil on one finger while he scribbled something on his notepad. His ass was not listening to the teacher.
You felt like being funny, grabbing your phone to take a picture of him. You clicked the little camera button, ready to send it to him, but you halted.
A sudden boldness occupied your body and you flicked your camera, unbuttoning a few knobs on your shirt before snapping a quick pic, making sure your cleavage was in sight.
Gotak's hand went to his phone the second you had two checkmarks on the message.
He unlocked his phone, freezing for a second. His jaw tensed and his knuckles grew white with the force of his grip, threatening to break the screen. You chuckled a little too loud, a bunch of heads snapping towards you.
Shrieking, you plopped on the floor, hiding from view as you slowly crawled away, a dull pain digging into your knees. You didn't get far.
The door sounded with a shriek, unoiled hinges screaming in protest. The footsteps were slow, steady and they made your heart leap as they settled before you, cutting off your path. Fuck.
You smiled all innocent, looking up at your boyfriend through thick lashes. "Hi.", you squeaked, cheeks burning with shame.
He just scoffed, taking one hand out his pocket to stretch it towards you. "You think this is funny?", he asked, voice hoarse as he pulled you up on your feet.
You just stammered, letting Gotak drag you after him. Where were you going?
Before you could even register what was happening, he pulled you into a tiny space that was crammed with cleaning utensils.
You opened your mouth to ask him what was going on, but he didn't let you, crashing his lips on yours with an eagerness that promised desire.
Your arms locked around his neck, deepening the kiss with your lips parting to invite his tongue into your mouth.
Gotak's hands grabbed the hem of your skirt, flicking it upwards as he flipped you on the spot, pushing your chest into the wall before you. "You don't need these for the rest of the day.", he stated, pulling on your panties until you heard the lace rip and snap, leaving you shivering with the cold temperature of the room jostling around your bare lower half.
With the sensation that made you hiss as Hyuntak pried your legs apart, you realised that you had already been wet. He took notice as well, teasing your slit with a drag of his middle finger to spread the slick. "Is this why you were behaving like that? Could've just asked, yknow?", he drawled, grazing his teeth across the pulse on your throat to draw a moan out of you. The sound aroused clamorous need in his hardening bulge, a call to action.
He slid into you easily, the wetness only growing more with every snap of his hips. You bit your lip as he filled you deliciously, hands gripping the shelfs on either side as you pushed your ass back to meet his thrust, making him reach even deeper.
The coil in your stomach tightened steadily and when he started to slide his hand down your front, caressing the skin with featherlight touches before parting your lips to give the same affection to your nerve bundle, working you over the edge. That was it.
Your thighs started shaking uncontrollably as you felt a rumble in your lower stomach, coming all over his cock. He jerked his hips upwards two more times as he hit his climax, making his release join yours where it shot into you.
His forehead rested against your upper back as Gotak caught his breath, coming down before pulling out to watch your spend drip down your legs. Post nut clarity hit him then as he took in the useless panties clutched in his hand and the shortness of your skirt that you must've sewn at home to fall this scarce.
"You might wanna head home.", he panted, grabbing spare paper towels to wipe down your legs and folds.
𓄲 KANG WOOYOUNG
You were basically lying on your table, barely registering any of the words Yongbin was hurling at you, telling you something about his date from last night. He sure had no game, you thought.
Your thoughts drifted to your own boyfriend instead. He was in the gym like always during study hall, probably all sweaty and out of breath-
You straightened up at once, shaking the dirty thoughts out your brain that were slowly creeping into your ears. Yongbin startled at your sudden movements, tipping back his chair in surprise.
You unlocked your phone, scrolling through your gallery until you've found what you were searching for. An old picture you had taken before heading for your shower. Your hair looked naturally pretty and the sunlight was dancing in strays on your barely covered body. You pressed send before you even thought about what you were doing.
As usual, the reply came fast.
⌯⌲[gym]
A smile crept on your face as you waved Yongbin goodbye, hurrying down the corridor.
The smell of his body wash mingled with sweat fogged your senses as Wooyoung pushed your thigh higher up, making your knee dig into the softness of your breast as he pushed himself deeper inside you. You jolted as it allowed him to reach a deliberately spongey spot that clouded your vision.
"That was fast. Were you just bored or actually ailing?"
"I was growing ill with need.", you aggrandized, laughing at the shake of his head. Wincing at the next snap of his pelvis bones against yours, you clamped a hand on his chest, a silent plea for a break as you moved your hips backward to guide him out. He protested, cussing at his halt in pleasure as he watched you drop to your knees before him. He watched you look up at him through your lashes as you grabbed the hilt of his length, licking the taste of yourself of his tip before guiding his dick in your mouth. "You can't come inside,", you muffled through a lick. "I have class."
He came almost immediately, the build up still there as a few flicks of your tongue sent him over the edge, hot ropes of cum making it hard to swallow the load at once.
𓄲 GEUM SONGJE
He's in Baekjin's bureau, lazily inhaling the toxins from a half forgotten cigarette that had almost burned up. He's barely listening to something the others say, just wanting it to be over. After all he only likes stuff he has fun doing.
His phone vibrates and he picks it up at once, reading your message.
⌯⌲[Maybe I should switch schools... doesn't this look better on me?]
It was a picture of you wearing his school blazer, only his blazer.
He jumped up at once, ignoring the lingering stares as he headed for the exit.
"Don't come until I tell you.", he hissed into your ear, one hand heavy on your hip as he pressed you down, making you moan where his tip brushed your cervix.
The flick of his controller sounded out your cries as you ached to move at least a little on his lap, just to try to meet some friction. He picked up on It immediately, bringing his flat palm down your butt with a violent sound.
"Hey, what did I say? Huh?", he pressed, eyes still glued on his computer screen. You obliged, rubbing the sting of your irritated skin as you might've finally gotten the hint to behave with the nth time he marked your bum in the past half hour.
The time stretched endlessly and there was still no plan to bring any pleasure for you as Songje occasionally tended to your clit in featherlight touches to make you clench around his twitching dick. Not enough to make you come but too much to get used to the feeling.
Then after you had already given up your hope, he tossed off his headset and grabbed your hips in a more bruising grasp, moving your hips forth and back to meet his thrusts as he grew tenser and tenser until he came, filling you up with sweet release. The endless wetness he fucked into you was a blessing to your senses as you felt yourself inching closer and closer to that sweet release.
You bit your tongue, toes already curling as you felt the familiar tingle in your stomach. "Don't stop.", you pleaded, seemingly forgetting who you were talking to. The humorless laugh should've alarmed you at once.
The friction eased, an emptiness marring your approaching orgasm as you felt your climax recede.
A bitter frustration ghosted through your insides and you hit Songje in the chest.
He smiled at you, not in a kind way but rather the animalistic kind that predators shot their prey before they lunged for the attack.
"Send more pictures while I'm at work if you want to grow sexually frustrated.", he chuckled, pressing a quick peck on your nose, lifting you off his lap and straightening out your dress before heading for the bathroom, leaving you an unsatisfied, marked up mess.
𓄲 NA BAEKJIN
You were all handing in your phones for the exam, a funny idea attacking the part of your brain that would take care of your critical thinking.
A notification lights up his screen and he opens the attached image right before tossing his phone into the teacher's box.
Even though he'd turn out to have the highest grade, the test was nothing but a blur. He wrote it with a steel grip on his pen, first to finish as he struggled to sit still and double check his answers.
You were only a row before him and he glared at your tiny smirk, you knew exactly what you did.
After school he walked with you to the bowling alley straight as a candle, ignoring your casual chit chat but the second you were in his bureau, he pushed you to your knees.
"you did this, you're taking care of it", he basically growled.
There was no gentleness with that grip in your hair, making your scalp scream in protest.
Eventually your vision grew blurry with spilled tears and your throat started to tighten.
"Nose.", Baekjin, noticing like he noticed everything, simply reminded you and you complied, regulating your breath as you took in the oxygen through your nose instead.
This was better, you thought , starting to relax as you bobbed your head up and down his length, occasionally twirling your tongue around his tip. As time grew a barely graspable concept and your jaw started tensing, you began to wonder how long Baekjin was gonna take to cum. It was probably part of his punishment for riling him up like that, you thought.
Your neck grew too stiff to endure for even ten more minutes so you picked up your pace, hand jerking the rest of his dick that didn't make your tongue while you started actually sucking on his tip.
The new movements took Baekjin by surprise almost making him cum right away. He watched you with half a smirk on his lips, loosening his grip when he saw the effort you put into making him feel good after having been such a brat.
He started caressing your scalp instead, massaging the sting off your hairline.
He came with a low grunt, burying his dick further down your throat as you struggled to take him all the way, but it was okay. You pushed him out with a pop and stretched your tired limbs before walking over to his couch, plopping on the leather like this was your living room. "Wake me when we're going.", you yawned, collapsing into a well deserved slumber.
a/n: Humin's is deadass my fave
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