baekhyun, with his circle glasses and soft sweaters, always scribbling something in that little notebook of his. the boy who stammered over his own name the first time you complimented him. who flinched when your knees brushed under the library table, cheeks flushing like your skin was too electric to touch.
you’d watch him push his glasses up the bridge of his nose with that absent little gesture, eyes darting everywhere but yours, and you thought—yeah. you’d be the one to take the lead when things finally escalated.
he was cute, painfully so. the kind of shy that made your stomach twist with the urge to tease.
you never expected him to have bite.
you’d imagined it all—how you’d guide his hands, whisper where and how to touch you, gently show him what you liked.
but now?
now you were flat on your back, trembling, clutching the sheets like they were the only thing keeping you tethered to earth.
and baekhyun—nerdy, bookworm baekhyun—was between your thighs like he was fucking born there.
your brain barely has time to settle, let alone recover, before baekhyun's lips begin their descent—soft, lingering kisses trailing down the curve of your stomach, leaving heat blooming in their wake. his glasses slip lower on the bridge of his nose, catching the dim light, but he doesn’t bother pushing them up. he’s too focused—laser-focused—on you.
his hands, long-fingered and deceptively gentle, slide down to your thighs. he parts them with a firmness that contradicts the softness in his touch, spreading you open like a book he’s been dying to read cover to cover. and when you look down at him—glasses fogged, curls messy, lips already slick with you—his once-shy smile tilts into something slower. darker. unreadable.
something dangerous.
“you really thought i wouldn’t know what to do with you, didn’t you?” he murmurs, voice low and velvet-smooth, words brushing over your skin like silk. his lips hover near the tender skin of your inner thigh, close enough to make your pulse trip.
you swallow hard, throat tight. “i—”
but your voice breaks when his fingers slip between your legs, sliding through the soaked mess you’ve already made. he hums softly, eyes flicking up through his lashes to watch your reaction, his touch featherlight but deliberate.
“you’re still shakin', pretty,” he says, almost in wonder, as if your trembling is something beautiful to behold. then he presses a kiss to the crease of your hip, lips warm and reverent. “guess i should help you relax.”
and then—fuck.
his mouth is on you again.
his tongue parts your folds with agonizing slowness, swirling over your clit with such calculated precision it knocks the breath right out of your lungs. not too fast, not too soft—just perfect. like he’s mapped every nerve ending, every pulse point. like he knows exactly how to break you apart and put you back together again.
his hands curl around your thighs, anchoring you down when your body jolts from the sudden overload of pleasure. you try to move—instinct, desperation—but he holds you open, holds you still, tongue working in tight, focused strokes that zero in on the spot that makes your spine arch and your vision blur.
“b-baekhyun—” you gasp, your voice catching like static, already unraveling.
“mm?” he hums against you, and the sound—low, deep, obscene—vibrates through your clit and sends you spiraling.
it happens too fast.
your body snaps, convulses, pleasure crashing over you in a wave so sudden and sharp it steals the breath from your lungs. you don’t just come—you detonate. thighs clamping around his head, hips jerking uncontrollably, and then—oh god.
you gush.
wetness floods out of you, your entire body trembling from the force of it. you feel it happen—you feel yourself squirting, and it shocks you almost as much as it wrecks you.
baekhyun pulls back, lips shining, a flicker of disbelief and something rawer—pride—in his eyes. he watches your body twitch with the aftershocks, watches your thighs tremble like he just rewired your nervous system.
“…w-was that your first time squirting?” he asks softly, voice raspy, breathless. still a little stunned. still a little smug.
you can’t answer. you’re still floating somewhere outside your body, brain scattered like confetti.
he licks his lips slowly, tasting you again, eyes dark behind those fogged-up glasses. and when he grins—lazy, knowing—it’s lethal.
“should’ve told me sooner,” he says, trailing his fingers over your soaked inner thigh, tracing the mess like a signature. “would’ve made you do it twice.”
your stomach flips.
you barely manage a breath before he’s moving again, crawling up your body with that same hungry glint in his eyes—half affection, half calculation, all heat.
“ready for another round?” he whispers, tilting his head, brushing your cheek with the back of his fingers like he didn’t just destroy you.
“i still have a few more techniques i wanna try out.”
holy fuck.
you really thought you’d be ruining him.
but baekhyun came to study—and you?
you’re the final exam.
and baby, he’s going to ace you all night.
▸ bad boy!Sehun+Quarterback!Suho+Nerdy!Baekhyun+Musician!Chanyeol x Reader | High School!AU | NC-17 M-15 PG-13
▸ Four boys, one girl, one game. Who can take her virginity first? At first it’s a game, but what will happen when one or maybe all fall in deep with this girl?
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Usually when you choose to be invisible, you stay invisible. That’s what happened to you when you first moved here. You chose to stay away from any social group that would be noticed. Thereby making you a loser.
No it wasn’t like those clichés where you were the innocent girl with a wild and popular best friend. You would give anything for a best friend, you talked to people in some classes.
Well more like they talked to you.
“Hey, can I borrow a pencil?”
Sure it wasn’t a ‘hey how’s your day going’ or ‘does this class suck or what?’ or any casual conversation.
You simply remained unnoticed, if anyone did take notice of you during the halls, let’s say it wasn’t what you would call your favourite encounter.
“Oops, sorry. I thought you were someone else.”
Like every other Friday you went to the game. The game of football, yes you were against it, thinking it was stupid and that all it does it masculinise guy and feminise girls.
Like always the quarterback Suho ran down the field and got the score, it was routine. Your eyes glanced around and you saw Sehun leaning against the stand with a cigarette between his lips.
Sehun was a bad boy, you know the ones you read that wear leather jackets, hang out in gangs, ride motorbikes? Yeah that was his type. His type was also blonde bimbos looking for a good fuck.
You turned your eyes back towards the front and saw Baekhyun, he was a nerd. But the hot kind, he was still adored by girls everywhere. He used his brain to his advantage to ‘tutor’ girls a lot. He was still a player.
You saw Chanyeol walk past him, his small crew of members. Chanyeol was a musician. He wasn’t part of the school orchestras and played the tuba kind. He was the kind that played in underground clubs.
The kind that played in the local bar on late Saturday nights. You would be lying to yourself if you said they all weren’t attractive, they all were to die for. But, invisible y/n would never have a chance.
The game ended and you stood up, pushing past people to get out of here before it gets crazy. You ended up bumping into Baekhyun, keeping your head low and muttering a small ‘sorry’ as you squeezed past people and got away.
Baekhyun kept his gaze on you, were you new? He’d never seen you around before, and to him you were breath taking. You made it into the car park, walking around the cars and humming and you tugged the sleeved of your cardigan into your palms.
The loud cracking of a motor was heard meaning Sehun was on his bike leaving, but the bike was only a meter away from you as you walked across the dirt road. You didn’t need to look up to know it was Sehun but if you did you would see how his eyes were burning holes in your body.
You continued walking while Sehun stayed in his small daze, thinking of who you were and why he’d never seen you around before. You must have been new to the school or something?
“Sehun baby, I’m not going to be horny forever.” The blonde that clung to his back from behind purred in his ear, bringing him back to reality. He pushed you to the back of his mind…for now. While everyone got into their cars and drove home you walked down the side walk.
Your house was a little further than you had wanted it to be but you didn’t exactly have a car, not even a bike to ride around on. It was late and cold outside; the streets were fairly quiet. You could hear muffled speaking from inside from people’s TVs’ or conversations.
“Hey baby…need a ride.” A car pulled up beside you, slowly following along. You didn’t recognise the man at all. He didn’t even look your age. You shook your head and continued walking but he continued to dry by you.
“C’mon, just a little spin? I promise you’ll come back a changed girl.” He smirked, you wanted to start running but that would make you look afraid even though deep down you were terrified.
He revved his motor like it was supposed to persuade you somehow but it just made you more scared to even be alone right now.
“Listen you little slut, get in the car now!” He yelled, his tone darker and more aggressive but you still continued walking and disobeyed his command. He got out of his car and stormed over to you, grabbing hold of your wrist and raising his hand to slap you.
Which is what he did, you screamed as your body lost balance and you collided with the ground, the man thought he might have knocked you out or worse so he fled the scene. Leaving you on the ground with a bruised cheek and chipped lip.
The sound of a door opening and closing made you weakly cry out for help, from someone or anyone.
“Kim! Get your butt out here and help me!” A woman’s voice called as footsteps began making their way towards your whimpering and shivering frame.
The door opened and closed again, this time a boy coming out and helping you. You didn’t recognise him, in fact you couldn’t recognise anyone at this point. Your vision was so blurry it was hard to make out details.
“Take her inside and I’ll call the police and her mother.” The boy listened to what must be his mother and picked you up bridal style. Your cheek still stung like it had been attacked by bees, the rough taste of blood lingered in your mouth.
Your jaw felt off, like it shifted or was broken. You were placed on a bed as they person’s hands cupped your cheeks. His eyes were looking into yours but yours didn’t feel like they were looking into his.
“You’re going to be okay.” They whispered before you just couldn’t keep your eyes open any longer, your head ached and your body fell weak.
You awoke the next morning in your own bed, it was your room. Last night felt like a blur and in a way, it was for you. You got up and got ready for school and left like always.
Your mother texting you to make sure you’re alright with walking to school and you agreed. Putting in your headphones as you began walking down the pathway.
Putting on f/s by f/b. You were happily walking when you bumped into another body, your arms tugging the cord from your phone and the song you were listening to now blasting as your phone dropped to the ground.
“Shit I’m so sorry.” You said reaching down to pick up your phone, unlocking it to try and turn of the song.
“You’re into f/b?” You looked up to match the face with the deep voice, and you had never seen eyes so brown and bold before. It was Chanyeol with his signature blue hair.
“Oh uh yeah. I am, I have been for a while now.” You said with a small smile and he nodded. Returning the sweet smile but something was bothering him.
“I’m sorry what did you say your name was?” He asked and you slightly frowned but it wasn’t surprising. He didn’t know who you were and in a way that was your fault.
“I have to get going.” Was all you said, that’s the thing. You chose to be invisible, which means you chose to live away from people who were in the spotlight, people like Chanyeol, Baekhyun, Suho and Sehun weren’t your cup of tea.
But maybe they were yours?
“Yo dude, do you know a girl by the name of y/n?” Suho’s voice was heard throughout the locker room.
“No. Should I?” Kai asked and Suho rolled his eyes, pulling his jeans up his legs as he changed.
“I saw her last night, h/c hair, y/h, beautiful crystal e/c eyes, plump pink lips, soft s/c skin. God she’s perfect.” Sehun’s ear perked at your description.
The conversation suddenly peaking his interest as he listened to the conversation.
“So, why the fuck do we care? Did you sleep with her?” Kai asked slipping on a shirt.
“No, she had just been attacked by some guy.” Baekhyun was next to suddenly listen to the conversation, wondering what happened. But he wasn’t the only one at this point, Chanyeol was listening too.
The three boys all were looking at Suho who finally noticed their gaze, he had a look of confusion on his face.
“What!?” He asked, irritated that they were just staring at him.
“I saw her last night at the game, she bumped into me. She was fine then.” Baekhyun stated simply.
“Yeah, I saw her too. She was crossing the road and looked completely fine. Stop talking shit.” Sehun said slipping on a shirt himself.
“True but she bumped into me this morning and well, she had a bruised cheek along with a chipped lip and her cheek still looked a little swollen as well as her lips.” Chanyeol stated. Suho’s eyes suddenly darkened as he scanned over the three.
A plan suddenly emerging into his brain as he gestured for them to follow him and so they did, they were confused but just followed.
“So you all have met this y/n girl?” Suho[ asked, slipping on a shirt finally, although he had no problem showcasing his abs off.
“Not really. I mean we bumped into each other and she said ‘sorry.’” Baekhyun said suddenly realising he had no clue who this girl was.
“I was on my motorbike with a girl, I couldn’t exactly get off and have a conversation with her as much as I’d liked.” Sehun and Suho turned his head to Chanyeol.
“We talked this morning. She seems nice, killer taste in music.” Was all he said, Suho didn’t know what was going on but he was feeling a little…threatened?
“Alright, well thanks guys. Looks like I have another project.” He winked but their voices stopped him.
“Wait, wait wait. I don’t think so. I saw her first, so I get to ask her out.” Baekhyun said and Chanyeol rolled his eyes.
“Please, you guys don’t even have the same taste in music which is very important in a relationship. She obviously will get along better with me.” Chanyeol defended and Suho raised his eyesbrows.
“I’m the captain and quarter back of the football team, this girl will fall for me with the snap of my fingers. Like she fell into my arms last night.” Suho said smirking at the two.
“Please, just because your father owns the university not far from here, doesn’t mean you can have whatever you want.” Baekhyun snapped.
“Um guys—“ Chanyeol tried to get his words in.
“FYI, I think it does nerd. This girl will be head over heels for me in two seconds flat.” Suho snapped back.
“Guys.” Chanyeol tried again but failed.
“Nerd? Sure I’m a nerd, I still get more pussy than you do dumbass.” Baek fired back.
“Guys!” The two finally turned their attention to Chanyeol who had wide eyes.
“Where’s Sehun?” They looked around and Sehun was gone. He must have vanished or walked off during the little bicker between Baek and Suho.
Sehun leaned against the lockers with his arms crossed, peering over Lisa’s locker while she talked about drama on the cheerleading team. But he wasn’t listening or even focused on her.
He watched as you examined your face in the small mirror in your locker, trying to rub foundation over the bruise and chip in your lip.
You grabbed your books and closed your locker, walking down the hallway to your next class.
“Babe! Are you even listening?” She asked as he ignored her comment and followed you down the hallway, determined to find out who you were. He followed you into the theatre, watching as your walked up the stairs into the booth.
Turning on the projector and an old film began playing, you at down in the chair and spun around to place the bag of popcorn into the microwave. The credits on the screen rolling while it cooked. This was your usual lunch break.
It was quiet and comfortable in here, so you just spent lunch breaks here. Your film teacher gave you permission to use it as long as other teachers didn’t find out about it.
“Y/n?” You jumped at the second voice, the other person who was up here. And you were surprised to see Sehun. How did he know my name? You thought.
“Y-yes?” You stuttered as he sat next to you in the other chair, smiling slightly. You were curious as to why he was up here and why he was speaking to you?
“What movie are we watching?” He asked, hand diving into the bowel of hot popcorn.
“I don’t know, it always changes when I come up here since the film classes watch different ones. It looks good.” Was all you said, and in a way you liked this.
There was no questions, no talking, nothing. Just two people sitting in the booth watching an old film.
Minutes past and you swore you heard the door open again but you ignored it, too into the movie to get up and check. So was Sehun surprisingly, you never took him for one to watch romance films like this one.
“There you are. We’ve been looking for you.” Baekhyun was now up here, but it wasn’t that he was up here that worried you, it was the key word he used: we.
Suddenly Suho and Chanyeol were up here too and causing a lot of noise and commotion. Suddenly a teacher walked in, oh fuck.
First part up! So all the guys have figured out about y/n and see that she’s very different from all of them but that won’t stop them from trying to get with her. Soon enough it turns into a game and then they make it an official bet between the four and who can get into her pants, first.
