#bailey smut

you wake up, staring down at the desk in front of you. you must’ve fallen asleep on it. you rub your eyes blearily, looking around.

why are you in bailey’s office? how strange.

you get up, rubbing your eyes and trying to find your glasses, except they’re not there. you have to stumble out of the room to the bathroom, flickering the light on.

you nearly scream at the sight. it’s bailey. well, bailey’s face staring back at you. you slap yourself—ouch...why did you just feel a pang of arousal from that?—only to find yourself still staring at the same reflection. and weirdly enough, you don't seem to need glasses to be able to see.

what the fuck. this cannot be happening. you must ingested magic mushrooms or something, because this cannot be happening.

you stride over to your room, pushing the door open. stepping inside, you’re at a loss for words. the bed is empty but looks slept in. if you’re in bailey’s body, then...

the door slams shut behind you, and someone shoves you against the wall, pressing their forearm to your throat.

“you wanna tell me why the fuck I woke up in your body last night?”

it’s you. well, your body, staring viciously back at you. you might pass out.

“what the...”

the feral panic behind the controlled gaze...

“bailey?” your voice—bailey’s voice—wavers. “what’s happening?”

“we swapped bodies, idiot.” bailey hisses in your voice, stepping away and rubbing their hands over their eyes in annoyance.

it’s unusual to hear this sort of volatility from such a sweet face, but that just makes this all the more undeniable.

“how is this possible?”

“don’t know, don’t care. you need to fix this, ASAP. I cannot have you running around in my body and fucking things up.”

bailey looks more and more agitated with each passing second.

“bailey, calm down for a second. let’s think this through.”

“don’t tell me to calm down. I might be in your body, but I still know how to take a person apart from the inside out.”

somehow, bailey as you is a lot less intimidating. kinda cute, even.

“I need you to chill. you’re going to pop a blood vessel.”

bailey whips around, but before they can say anything, you reach forward and run your fingers through their hair, gently tugging them into your—bailey’s—chest. you massage their scalp, while bailey thrashes against you.

“what are you doing?”

“it helps me when I’m tense, and you seem very tense.”

bailey lets out an irritated sigh, but relents when they realize you have much more strength than they do in this body.

“it’s alright.” you hum. bailey’s eyes—your eyes—look murderous, but your soothing tone eases some of the tension in their body.

“fix it. I’m not going to ask again.” bailey says, fingers digging into your wrist. you feel a throb in your pants, and you have to look away. bailey’s body is so sensitive to your touch, almost startlingly so.

“I’ll do some digging. just... stay in here. I don’t think it’d be a good idea for you to go to school as me.”

you walk out, heading into the office. a moment later, you peep your head in with a sheepish expression. “can you help me? I don’t know your log-in info.”

bailey rolls their eyes, but pushes themself off the bed. it’s only then that you realize bailey isn’t wearing pants. or underwear, for some reason.

“why are you...am I naked?”

“you sleep naked. I just grabbed the first thing I saw in your closet.”

“and you didn’t think to put on pants?”

“with a body like yours, there’s no need to hide.” bailey smiles lecherously, bounding out the doorway.

“someone will see you!” you scramble after them.

“lucky them. it's $10 a glance.”

**

you’re sitting at bailey’s desk, clicking through as many websites as you can to find some sort of answer for the conundrum you’re in.

“7 ways to wake up from a nightmare... signs you’ve been tricked by a fairy... free dental insurance?”

“god, move.” bailey tries to shove you out of the chair, to little avail. “what do they teach you in gym class? how to lift paperweights?”

bailey proceeds to plop themself into your lap and start searching. after 10 minutes of typing, bailey’s expression is deadpan.

“we have to fuck to switch back.”

“what?”

“apparently an orgasm is the cure.”

“you’re joking.”

bailey doesn’t respond, and instead grinds against your dick, which is already straining against your pants.

“seems like we’re already halfway there.” they smile.

**

watching bailey's lips (your lips?) wrapped around your cock makes you throb.

it’s a strange sight, but spine-tinglingly hot. is this what they see when you suck them off?

they let out a salacious smile, deepthroating you immediately after. you let out a choked out sound, bucking forward. their nails sink into your hips, pinning you down as they try not to gag.

“we need to work on your gag reflex.” bailey says, pulling back, their—your—voice hoarse.

before you can reply, bailey blows at the head of your cock, licking a long stripe up its thick head.

“not to worry,” they smile, “I’ll be happy to train you, for an extra installment each week.”

your dick twitches, and bailey lets out an incredulous laugh. “don’t think I’ll be in your body much longer.”

bailey hollows their cheeks, tucking your cock in the side of their cheek and laving their tongue across your dick.

“come on, cum in my mouth.” bailey says, blinking their—your—huge lashes and opening their mouth wide.

that’s all it takes. you can’t even say anything before you’re cumming all over their face. bailey grabs their discarded shirt and wipes their face.

“I said in my mouth, not all over my face.”

“s-sorry.”

"I'm charging you extra for that. now then, make me cum so we can get this over with.”

“oh, um...”

“god you’re fucking clueless,” bailey snaps, groping your softening dick. “you’re in my body—use it.”

***

it’s a helpless sound they make as they bounce on your cock, arms involuntarily flying up around your shoulders.

holy shit. you’re fucking bailey. well, you’re bailey fucking you, which is confusing—but you’re still technically inside them.

the thought makes you twitch inside them. they let out a soft whimper. bailey looks incredibly embarrassed, hiccuping as they try to retort. “since when are you so sensitive?”

“must be a recent development. you're so cute,” you laugh, and bailey drags their nails up your back in retaliation. it backfires, because this is bailey’s body, not yours.

you can see the unseen question in their widening eyes—why did you just get bigger?

“hold onto me,” you murmur, wrapping their arms around your shoulder. it’s a surprisingly vulnerable position, which means bailey has to rely entirely on you to keep them upright.

“why the fuck hasn’t your body cum yet?” bailey pants in irritation, thrusting themself against your cock. they clearly don’t like not being in control.

“maybe because my body can’t just get off from penetration? I need something more.” you reply, grabbing their ass and squeezing. damn, your ass is soft.

bailey stares at you for a second, before reaching up and cupping your cheeks.

“what—”

they seal your lips together in a kiss, and you feel their—your—body tighten around bailey’s cock.

for a dizzying second, everything goes out of focus. when everything comes back in focus, you're lying on their desk, bailey on top of you. their body is sweat-slicked and their cock is still inside as they snicker.

Bailey works his fat cock in you, reveling in the way you moan. Your soft sex tightens around him.

“B-Bailey,” you hiccup.

You gush arousal, and Bailey scoffs a laugh. He slows his rutting, watching your reaction when he pulls out, only shallowly inside now. You gasp, clenching desperately on his tip, needily, begging for him to fuck you.

Bailey cants his hips forward, laughing amusedly. He leans forward, letting his tongue delve into your mouth lazily. He licks the roof of your mouth, holding your jaw so he can spit inside. You’re drooling all over yourself when he pulls back.

“Wan’ you, Bailey. Want you so bad,” you whisper, eyes practically crossed with how lust-filled you are.

He grabs you by the shins, moving you so your knees are by your ears, then plants his arms on either side of you. He drags his teeth up your throat, like a predator marking its prey.

He hovers above you for a moment, and it feels like time stops. Your eyes rake over his form, his dark eyes, his dark hair.

He presses his lips to yours and immediately after, mounts you, fucking you feverishly. You're consumed by him, by the way he presses his body weight against yours.

You whine, grabbing his hair and yanking as you try to hold yourself steady. His hand is lightning-fast, pinning yours to the bed.

And when Bailey sees your red-bitten lips, fluttering lashes and wide-blown pupils, a satisfaction settles in his chest. You’re always thinking of him, and he knows. Knows that every time you cum, you’re thinking of him. No matter who it is you’re fucking, or who is fucking you, he’s the person on your mind. And when he gets to make you cum, well that’s just the cherry on top.

You’re clenching around him rhythmically, Bailey grunting into your ear. He’s probably not doing it on purpose, but knowing that it’s you who’s making him moan like this drives you nuts.

You reach down to get yourself off, but Bailey slaps your hand away, moving his expertly against your sex. Before you know it, you’re cumming, clenching so hard Bailey has to grab the headboard to steady himself.

“Fuck,” he growls, pulling out and frantically jerking himself off. The cum paints the bed, and Bailey watches you with sharp eyes.

“Thank you, Bailey.” you murmur sleepily.

“Thanking me? Glad you know this is as transactional as the rest of our relationship.”

But when you’re fast asleep, he leans in and presses a kiss behind your ear.