Pairing: Chanyeol / Baekhyun
Summary: Chanyeol didn't give a flying fuck about school because he had no motivation. He wasn't an easy guy to handle, either, which explains why his parents called in Baekhyun, a tutor with an A+ rating.
Note: This used to be a Krisbaek fanfic. I had it on AFF under EXObubz because I wrote it for a friend, but now it's chanbaek because the idea was originally for my ship so I decided to revert it. Enjoy u__u Ps: this was like my 2nd time writing smut sooo
Chanyeol kept staring at the practice test in front of him. He knew just about squat of any of it and he was expected to finish it within thirty minutes. He growled and began to dig his pencil in, circling random answers on the multiple choices. He got to about five hastily done questions before being barked at by his tutor.
“Hey!” Baekhyun yelled, getting off the seat by the window. He grabbed the pencil he had in his hand, the one he was using to work on a cross word puzzle while Chanyeol worked, and chucked it Chanyeol. “Erase those marks and take this seriously!”
“I don’t know any of these fucking questions!” Chanyeol yelled back. He picked the pencil up and threw it, aiming for Baekhyun’s head.
Baekhyun dodged it and let it hit the window behind him. He stopped over to Chanyeol and snatched the practice test booklet. Nothing. There was absolutely nothing done on it except for Chanyeol’ random fill-ins. Angry, he rolled the book up and hit Chanyeol in the head. “Nothing? What’ve you been doing for the last ten minutes!?”
“Obviously nothing,” Chanyeol replied in a cocky tone as he looked up at Baekhyun.
“Ugh.” Baekhyun dropped the booklet and picked Chanyeol up off the floor by his uniform. “I swear to god, you don’t learn anything.”
“Doesn’t that mean you suck as a tutor?”
“No,” Baekhyun adamantly said. “It just means you’re stupid.” When Baekhyun got Chanyeol off the floor and standing on his own two feet, Chanyeol became the taller one in their stand off by far.
Baekhyun placed his hands on Chanyeol’ chest and began to slide the jacket of his uniform off his shoulders before throwing it on the floor. His hands began to roam, his fingers brushed against Chanyeol’ sweet spot on his chest in a teasing manner, and Chanyeol stood their gawking at the haughty little tutor. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he asked, smirking unsurely.
“Putting you under pressure,” Baekhyun replied. “Because apparently, you think more with your dick than you do with your head.” His right hand moved south and found its way to Chanyeol’ bulge and began to rub it from outside the jeans.
Chanyeol let out a broken breath before accepting his tutor’s advances. He reached around Baekhyun and began groping his cheeks. Baekhyun threw Chanyeol a glance before turning his head and reaching behind him, taking Chanyeol’ hands away. “No touching,” he told him. “I never gave you the permission.”
Chanyeol cursed, frustrated. “And did I give you the permission to rub those pretty little hands on me?” he asked through gritted teeth.
“No,” Baekhyun said. He looked up at Chanyeol and Chanyeol saw the cockiness behind the glazed look. “But your parents did.” Baekhyun rubbed Chanyeol’ groin even more. His fingers sought to trace the outlines of the growing member. “The contract said to do whatever it took to get you to learn, but obviously right now, you’re not learning anything.”
Chanyeol’ heart beat began to rise. “No duh.” He tried to reach back again, but Baekhyun kept his hands away.
“So I’m going to see how much you actually know,” Baekhyun said. “For every question you get right, you’ll get a nice return.” Baekhyun smirked up at Chanyeol and licked his lips.
Chanyeol leaned down and tried to kiss Baekhyun, but Baekhyun moved his head. “Damn it, Baek, you lousy shit,” Chanyeol growled. “If this ‘return’ doesn’t end up with us in that bed with you under me, then I’m going to fucking kill you.”
“Believe me, Chanyeol. If it doesn’t happen, you won’t have anyone to blame, but yourself.”
“Fine.” Chanyeol held back a groaned as Baekhyun finally decided to move on and unbuttoning his pants and unzipping his fly.
“Let’s start out easy,” Baekhyun said. His fingertips were at the waist band of Chanyeol’ boxers before he started to pull down, keeping steady eye contact. “Please tell me you know what one plus one is, Chanyeol. If you can’t tell me then I have to stop and get on my knees to pray for you.”
“Ha,” Chanyeol sarcastically replied. “It’s two. Now, come on.” Impatient, Chanyeol held onto Baekhyun’s hands and forced them to pull his underwear down enough for his member to break free.
Baekhyun whistled. “I would give your dick an A+, Chanyeol, but too bad a dick grade isn’t gonna let me keep my A+ tutor rating if you fail.”
Chanyeol’ ears only heard the compliment. His ears were deaf to the rest of Baekhyun’s words. His sharply took an intake of breath when Baekhyun kneeled down, ran his lips lightly on Chanyeol’ excited member before running his tongue from the bottom all the way to the head. “Next question. Tell me how to find the circumference of a circle...”
Chanyeol bit his lip. He could feel Baekhyun’s breath on him when he asked the question. His cock couldn’t get any more rigid than it already was at that moment. “Radius times 2 then—ngh—shit…times that by pi.”
“Good.” Baekhyun kissed the head of Chanyeol’ cock before circling it with his tongue and taking it in his mouth. Chanyeol groaned. His hands placed themselves behind Baekhyun’s head and his hips bucked, indicating to Baekhyun that Chanyeol wanted more.
Baekhyun smirked as he took Chanyeol out of his mouth, leaving behind a thin line of saliva between them for a second. Good. Now he’s motivated. He took Chanyeol in his hand and began to slide it up and down on his hard on.
“Fuck…Put me in your mouth, not your hand,” Chanyeol cursed.
“You’re in no position to be telling me what to do,” Baekhyun replied, squeezing Chanyeol.
Chanyeol groaned through gritted teeth. He glared at the guy kneeling in front of his bare member. “Then get on with it.”
“World War II: What year did it end?” It’s a simple question, Baekhyun thought.
Chanyeol couldn’t think of it from the top of his head. He impatiently ran a hand through his hair. “Shit! Argh!” He pinched his temple for a second. “Nineteen…Forty-five. Ninteen forty-five!” Baekhyun grinned at the guy on towering over him. “Baekhyun!”
“I got it, I got it,” Baekhyun replied. “Correct.” Baekhyun welcomed Chanyeol’ cock back into his mouth and began to bob up and down as Chanyeol threw his head back, releasing small cries and moans. Out of instinct, Chanyeol held on to Baekhyun’s hair and mobilized his hips, slightly thrusting. When Baekhyun felt Chanyeol move, he changed his movement to meet with the small thrusts, attempting his best to take as much of Chanyeol in his mouth.
Chanyeol couldn’t take it anymore. He felt himself begin to leak some precum so he pulled out Baekhyun, hitching in breath when Baekhyun sucked on the head just before it left his mouth. “Get out of your pants.”
“Only if you answer the next question right,” Baekhyun smirked devilishly. “If you do, it’s a double win for you. We’ll both take our pants off.” Baekhyun flicked Chanyeol’ erect manhood with his flawless fingers. “Who was the King that was referred to as the ‘Sun King’?”
Shit…You know this, idiot…You know this! Chanyeol glanced around while he rubbed his head. He couldn’t think or concentrate much with his member throbbing the way that it was, robbing oxygen and blood from his head. While Chanyeol stood there panicking, Baekhyun stood up and began unbuckling. Chanyeol could hear the clinks and clanks as Baekhyun began to remove the belt’s hold on his waist.
“No answer?” Baekhyun smirked.
“Fuck…Louis…” Chanyeol snapped his fingers. “Louis XIV!”
Baekhyun raised a brow. “Yeah…correct.”
Chanyeol threw him a devilish look. “Let’s get out of these leg-constrictors, then.”
Baekhyun kept to his word. He slipped out of his pants leaving nothing, but his boxers. Chanyeol removed his everything. In the midst of pulling his shirt over his head, Baekhyun said, “Did I say you could take your shirt off?”
Chanyeol scoffed. “I’m not gonna fuck you half-naked, Baek.”
“We’re nowhere near there.”
“We’ll see about that. Ask me the next question. If I get it right, you take your shirt and underwear off. Then the question after that, you’ll lean on my bed post and you’ll bend over for me.”
Baekhyun was thrown back. He needed to regain the upper hand again. “The Doppler Effect. Give me the equation,” he said, hoping to stump the taller guy. He was wrong.
“Frequency observed is equal to the frequency of the source times velocity minus the velocity of the observer divided by the velocity minus the velocity of the source,” Chanyeol smirked. “I know I got that one right, Baek, so just get out of those stupid things.”
Baekhyun grew irritated. Shit. He just lost the upper hand. He stepped back and threw his shirt on the floor before pulling his boxers down and kicked them away. Even when completely naked, he still kept his stance.
“Ask me the question, Baek,” Chanyeol said. His smirk was growing by each second.
“What battle allowed the United States to gain control of the Pacific?” Baekhyun asked.
When Chanyeol stood there in silence for more than five seconds, Baekhyun broke into a smirk. He finally won the upper hand back. The ball was in his court again. He finally had—
Baekhyun blinked. “What?”
“The Battle of Midway, Baek! You heard me the first time!”
Baekhyun stood there defeated. “Fine.” He walked a few steps over to Chanyeol’ bed, held on to the bed post and bent over. “Now the next ques—”
“No,” Chanyeol said as he pulled up from behind, placing his hands on Baekhyun’s waist and feeling him under his hands. “I’m done playing around.” From behind Baekhyun’s view, Chanyeol put two of his fingers in his mouth.
Baekhyun glared back at Chanyeol. “This isn’t the way it’s gonna go, Yeol—Ngh.”
Chanyeol penetrated Baekhyun with his fingers without saying a word, leaving Baekhyun in utter frustration and shock. “Shit, take those out! I never said you could do that!” His words told Chanyeol one thing, while his body told him something else as Baekhyun absentmindedly shifted his hips to take more in.
“How about you drop the act,” Chanyeol smirked. He leaned into Baekhyun’s ear. “We both know that this study session’s over, anyways. Can’t expect me to think when all the blood’s occupying my dick right now, do you?”
Baekhyun opened his mouth to spite Chanyeol with words, but the only things that came out of them was a moan as Chanyeol mobilized his long, slick fingers inside of him. Begrudgingly, Baekhyun silently accepted that his precious plan had backfired—again, recounting the other sessions weeks ago that ended in the same way: Chanyeol gaining control of the situation. Baekhyun mentally cursed, noting to himself to find another effective way of getting Chanyeol to learn.
Throwing his thoughts aside, Baekhyun gripped onto the bed post even more and dipped his back for Chanyeol. Chanyeol smirked at the action and pushed inside Baekhyun’s body some more. He stretched Baekhyun as much as he could, prepping him of what was to come. His fingers bent and crooked, touching every private area of the inside of Baekhyun’s body. Even though he felt like Baekhyun was ripe enough for the main act, Chanyeol pulled out his fingers anyways and went over to the side of his bed to grab the lube he had put in one of the drawers.
“When did you start having that all nice and freaking ready?” Baekhyun asked, creasing his brows.
“After our last two sessions, I thought it’d be handy if I just bought some.” Chanyeol made his way back to Baekhyun and wasted no time in spreading the slippery substance on his finger and around Baekhyun’s opening before slipping the two digits in. “Makes things a lot easier, doesn’t it?”
Baekhyun couldn’t speak. He was too busy biting his mouth shut and containing the noises that would escape his lips here and there when he wasn’t careful. Chanyeol didn’t like the restraint Baekhyun was doing so he took his finger out of Baekhyun’s body and replaced it with something bigger and rigid.
Gulping, Baekhyun felt Chanyeol position his slick cock against his entrance, careful in sliding it inside ever so slowly. Baekhyun’s hand gripped at the post and his body became rigid as it accepted. Chanyeol cursed from behind as he buried himself deeper and deeper into Baekhyun’s body.
When he began to move, a moan escaped Baekhyun’s lips. He held on to the post harder as his body began to sway with each and every one of Chanyeol’ thrusts. “Ah—h-harder!”
Chanyeol smirked. Even though they’d only done penetration twice before, he caught on to what Baekhyun liked. Taking hold of Baekhyun by the waist, Chanyeol moved his body against his to meet with every single pound and hit.
The cries that came out of Baekhyun’s mouth were cries from heaven in Chanyeol’ ears. He quickened his face to the one-hundreth degree, moving both of their bodies vigorously in the action. When he felt himself on the near edge, he wanted Baekhyun to be there too so he used one of his hands, snaked it around to Baekhyun’s front, and found Baekhyun’s member, waiting to be touched.
The action helped. Baekhyun found his release first and Chanyeol followed after. He spilled himself into Baekhyun’s body, not minding the thought of whether or not he would appreciate it once they both got back to their senses.
Chanyeol pulled out, but kept a hold on Baekhyun to support him since the guy didn’t look like his legs could hold him any longer. Then, he took him on in his arms and put Baekhyun on his bed. Both of their breathing was still broken and raspy as they tried to catch their breaths and level their breathing.
After a few minutes, Baekhyun moved his head and looked up at Chanyeol. “If only you studied as hard as you fucked.”
Chanyeol grinned down on him. “If I did that, then you wouldn’t come around anymore.”
Baekhyun scoffed tiredly. “True.”
“So when’s our next study session?”
Baekhyun groaned. “Depends if you pass tomorrow’s tests or not,” he mumbled.
“I’ll pass it.”
Baekhyun spared him a glance. “Oh, really?”
“Yeah. A C- is passing,” Chanyeol replied, grinning. “I think I can do that.”
“I wouldn’t bet on it,” Baekhyun scoffed.
“Would you though?” Chanyeol asked.
Baekhyun quirked his brows. “Would I what?”
“Bet on it.”
“I just said I wouldn’t,” Baekhyun replied.
“Well, then, you can bet against me,” Chanyeol reasoned.
Baekhyun lied on the bed, thinking about it for a while. Then, he nodded. “Okay. Whatever. You’re not going to pass them anyways.”
“What kind of unsupportive tutor are you?”
“A brutally honest one,” Baekhyun retorted. “If you don’t pass, I’m not coming back. I’m telling your parents that I’m out and that you’re unbearably stupid.”
“But,” Chanyeol said, smirking, “If I do pass, you have to stay and come over more often, except we won’t be studying the entire time.”
Baekhyun laughed. “Whatever, Chanyeol. Not like you’re going to pass anyways.”
“We’ll see about that, Baekhyun.”
The next day, Chanyeol got up extra early to prep himself for school that day. An hour before he left school, he crammed like his life depended on it. Even on the way to school, his face was shoved in one of the books Baekhyun had given him—highlighted in and all.
The test itself was fine. There were questions on there that Chanyeol couldn’t even begin to comprehend, but he took out the answers that he knew were wrong and left the rest to chance. In some questions where he didn’t know squat at all, he resorted to the “Eenie Meenie Miney Mo” technique. He was sure that if Baekhyun knew about that, he’d flip and murder him for resorting to childish efforts, but Chanyeol didn’t care. As long as he at least filled something in, he felt some sort of reassurance.
In the end, Chanyeol turned in his test feeling good. By good, he felt as if he did “barely passing” good, but that was all he wanted. Passing. Even if Baekhyun didn’t consider a low average grade as passing, he couldn't deny that the system would count it as sufficient. When he turned the test in, all there was left for Chanyeol to do was to wait.
The grades to all the tests that Chanyeol took that day were posted a week later. During that time, Chanyeol didn’t see or speak to Baekhyun, though he wanted to. He just didn’t want to boast and be completely fucked in the ass by his own arrogance if he found out later that he hadn’t done so damn well.
When Chanyeol looked over the grades, he found himself smirking. He pushed his way from the crowd of curious students before he pulled out his cellphone to send Baekhyun the text that he had been longing to send all week.
You lost. I’ll see you at my house tonight.
And with that text, Chanyeol got a picture of the results and sent it to Baekhyun as proof.