Diving In
Author: ANONYMOUS
Recipient: yolseo
Title: Diving In
Word Counts: ~3,000
Side Pairing(s): N/A
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s): Sex, Female Names
Disclaimer:The celebrities' names/images are merely borrowed and do not represent who the celebrities are in real life. No offense is intended towards them, their families or friends. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. No money is being made from this fictional work. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: Ever since Baekhee joined the swim team there has been tension
Author's Note: Thank you so much to H, who without this fic would never have been written, and definitely not been anywhere near as good. Thank you for holding my hand and beta-ing for me. I really enjoyed this prompt sports team fics are my weakness. I hope you enjoy it too <3
Yongsan International School of Seoul boasts of a lot of things-a timely bus service, a modern cafeteria and scrumptious meals, plenty of well-facilitated clubs, qualified teachers and mannerly students. A good relationship between the members of their top swimming team is, unfortunately, not one of them.
"Thirty-nine point four! Not too shabby, Baekhee," Junghae hollers, the pretty upward curl to her lips more evident with the big grin she is sporting.
Chanmi watches as Baekhee surfaces with a gasp, breath quick and heavy as she lets Junghae pull her up the pool before flopping dramatically on the floor. Baekhee's grin morph into a challenging smirk the second she catches Chanmi's gaze from all the way across the pool.
"You ready?" Kyungsoon shouts at her, waving the stopwatch in her hand towards Chanmi, who gets up to stand at the edge of the pool. She gives Kyungsoon a thumbs up as she rolls her shoulders, the cool of the spandex soothing the slight ache on her lower back.
"In three!" Chanmi presses her legs together in a starting stance. "Two!" She can feel her muscles tensing, hear her heartbeat loud and clear in her ears. "One!" She jumps.
Chanmi loves swimming-always has, forever will. It had been the one thing she and her father have in common, before he become too busy to bother. But Chanmi knows that her father is a proud man, always boasting and gushing over her achievements. "That's my girl!" He would say with a wheezy laugh. "Swims like there's a fucking shark on her tail."
She has this one sweatshirt Junghae had bought for her birthday three years ago, a warm maroon thing with 'Swim Like You're Dying' written in huge cursives on the back. She has been wearing it to every match since.
The water is stinging her eyes (she has opted to not wear goggles), the swish of it a comfort to her ears. Her lungs are burning from effort and her thighs all the more so, but Chanmi likes it. This is as close as it gets to home.
When she lifts herself up to the surface, Kyungsoon is bending down to help her up, but Chanmi waves her away to stare inquisitively at Junghae. The latter grimaces, hesitantly handing the stopwatch to Chanmi.
It reads 00:43.2.
- - -
“We’re in the same team. Like, the actual same team. Who cares if her breaststroke is faster by like, three seconds?” Junghae says later when they are huddled together in the locker room, with the exception of Baekhee, who had told them that she wanted to do another round of butterfly. “It’s stupid. You hold the record in the school district for butterfly and there is nothing wrong with being second on a practice, especially in something that is not your expertise.”
“You don’t understand. She came in this year and she was three point eight seconds faster. I’ve been swimming since I was three,” Chanmi retorts, pulling the swimming cap off her hair and throwing it inside a plastic bag. Her wet hair falls down to just above her shoulders. She can hear Junghae groaning over her tangled locks, and she resists the urge to smile smugly. These will be the only times she doesn’t actually regret chopping off her hair last week.
“So she can be rep for breaststroke. You can be rep for butterfly. Everyone is happy,” Junghae says once she is done smoothing her hair out, finally turning to look at Chanmi. “I mean I get that you two have some weird sexual tension going on, but c’mon, she’s a great swimmer. Even if she isn’t gay.”
“Oh, she’s definitely gay,” Kyungsoon says as she emerges from the showers, already in her trademark black on black shirt and sweatpants. Her long curls are bundled up in a towel up her head, and she looks ready to go. “Have you seen the way she looks at your humongous boobs?”
“I don’t like her anymore,” Chanmi grumbles, though the pink in her cheeks betray her words. “I got over her ages ago, remember?”
“Whatever,” Junghae says, rolling her eyes. “I’ll take my bath at the dorm. You two figure it out, yeah? The swim meet is just around the corner.”
Kyungsoon pulls her rucksack out of the locker before slamming it shut, looping an arm around Junghae’s elbows and dragging her to the door. “And maybe you should say something about her wearing that skimpy thing instead of our team suit while you’re at it,” she calls out before smirking. “Though I’m not sure you mind.”
Chanmi blushes at the innuendo, though thankfully both Junghae and Kyungsoon are already out of the locker room by then. She wouldn’t be able to live it down if they were to catch her on the act, though she suspects that they know very well what’s going on between her and Baekhee (or maybe, it’s just her), despite her consistent denials.
Byun Baekhee was an unexpected addition to their swimming team, a new student from Bucheon, Gyeonggi-do. She was a pretty little thing, demure and soft-spoken, all eye smiles and hand-covered giggles. Everyone had a crush on her, at some point or another. But then she started to become more comfortable, talks more and laughs harder, and many of her admirers started seeing her as more of a great friend and less of a potential lover. Chanmi is one of the few who didn’t.
She sighs, messing with her hair just so it doesn’t look too much like a limp mop, before exiting the changing room and making her way to the pool. Baekhee is still doing laps, freestyling to the end and then a backstroke on the way back. In the middle of it, her eyes meet Chanmi’s, and she flips to her front to quickly swim towards her direction.
When she reaches Chanmi, she lifts herself up on the edge, grinning as she looks up at her. Chanmi holds in the urge to just smile back and instead finds herself noticing the cuts on the other’s swimming suit. It is highly inappropriate, the way her sides and half of her back are bare to expose pale skin and a healthy redness from exertion. Chanmi quickly looks away. “Not wearing your team suit, I see.”
Baekhee shrugs. “It’s not like it’s a rule. Besides, mine is in the wash.” Chanmi notices the way she looks at Chanmi and scans her body. It feels slightly uncomfortable, being sized up like that, but she can’t help the sudden spark of heat pooling in her belly. “Your chest looks too obscene in that suit. You probably should consider getting the next size,” Baekhee continues under her breath.
There is a splash and Baekhee is getting up. Chanmi realizes that she is eyeing the other’s body a second too late, because Baekhee is smirking at her. “I know what you’re thinking about,” she says as soon as they get into the changing room. “You’ve never told them about that one time we hooked up, have you?” She asks, pulling off her swimming cap and freeing her ponytail.
“Umm…” Chanmi manages to get out.
“Or when we made out in the showers, or about homecoming when I went home with you and we had sex.” Baekhee turns to stare her down, even though technically it doesn’t make sense because between the two, Chanmi is probably a whole ten centimetres taller. “Why don’t you tell them? Now they think we’re some sort of nemesis.”
“Aren’t we, though?” Chanmi says, levelling Baekhee’s stare. “I’m still butthurt about the three point eight, by the way,” she quickly ends it there, grabbing her spare change of clothes before walking into the showers. Baekhee follows suit.
“See? This is why you never get to tell them,” Baekhee says, frustration evident in her tone. “Because whenever I ask you to tell me, to talk about it, you just go around and change the topic.” She cuts in front of Chanmi and turns to her, stopping her from walking further. “Now, I’m asking you pointblank. I want you to talk.”
Chanmi presses her lips together, wringing the t-shirt in her hands. “You-I-I thought you weren’t gay,” she confesses. “Weren’t you dating that guy from chemistry? I thought-I thought you were just playing around with me.” She tries not to show how much it hurt her, to think that she is a plaything. It is out of date, to believe in commitments, but Chanmi has always been old-fashioned, has always been a romanticist at heart.
She waits for Baekhee’s response, but Baekhee’s face is unreadable. “I forgot my clothes,” Baekhee murmurs after a while, holding her head down. When she steps aside to brush past her, Chanmi pretends that her heart didn’t just fall.
- - -
Chanmi sighs as she steps under the lukewarm spray of water. The swimsuit is starting to stick uncomfortably to her skin, but she doesn't feel too comfortable with stripping. Not when Baekhee is within a walking distance.
All things considered, she doesn't really know why she just keeps on letting this whole situation get to her. She hates that Baekhee seems to know exactly what to say to rile her up-the fact that Baekhee has gotten under her skin with words alone is infuriating. And now, apparently she wants Chanmi to talk, but when she starts talking, Baekhee ends up walking off. Chanmi doesn't understand her at all.
She knows when Baekhee joins her in the shower, hears the door open and close. Chanmi doesn't look over, pretends to be washing soap of her body, even when it is squeaky clean.
"You're being very quiet right now," Baekhee mumbles, probably more to herself, because Chanmi wouldn't have heard had she not been focusing on Baekhee's every action.
She wishes she hadn't, because it only makes her feel angry. "I'm just doing you a favor since, clearly, you don't seem to appreciate me talking," she replies, sounding more hurt than menacing.
"I-" Baekhee pauses, clearly at loss. Chanmi almost feels bad, but not nearly enough. "I needed time to think."
"Think? What is there to think about?" Chanmi asks. "It's not like we're going to be official any time soon."
Chanmi hasn't been looking at Baekhee, doesn't notice their close proximity until there is a soft peck to the corner of her mouth. She turns to face her in surprise, only to find teary eyes and a wobbly smile. "I just-I want you to know that I'm not playing around. It's not like that. It's-"
It happens on a whim.
Chanmi doesn't know what came over her as she closes the gap between them and finds herself leaning down to kiss the sad smile off Baekhee's lips. But it doesn't matter, because Baekhee's response is immediate, almost as if it's instinctive, that she jumps into Chanmi's arms and wraps her limbs around her.
Chanmi complies easily, tightening her hold around Baekhee's waist and pushing her to the wall as a leverage. She kisses her harder. They fight for dominance, but just for a while, because they both know that Baekhee is fighting a losing battle. She pulls Chanmi just that bit closer, nips on her bottom lip.
Baekhee knows how to work Chanmi up, knows what buttons to press and what is not. It is okay, always okay-but in a way, it always leaves Chanmi feeling a little vulnerable, knowing how easy she is being for the other.
They pull back to catch their breath, and Chanmi stares at the beautiful mess she has turned Baekhee to, with her dishevelled hair and swollen lips.
“You showering in your swimsuit?” Chanmi breathes out, shifting a little when Baekhee's legs tighten around her waist. Baekhee has the prettiest legs-taut from swimming, but slender enough to not look too masculine. It always drives her crazy, especially at times like this, when she can feel it flex with just the slightest movements.
Baekhee shakes her head, still panting even as her hand moves down to trace the swell of Chanmi's breast. "You're still in yours too." There is a casual grin on her face, as if she is not fondling Chanmi's breasts. "We should change that," she says right before she drags the straps of Chanmi's swimsuit down with one impatient pull.
Chanmi can't help the blush in her face when Baekhee starts cupping her breasts, toying with a nipple and pinching the other. She knows that her breasts are a handful, and Baekhee's small, slender fingers barely even covers it. But Baekhee looks like she is enjoying it, the way she trains her eyes on her breasts as if it is a fascinating object instead of a pair of oversized boobs she has had the pleasure of acquainting with multiple times.
Baekhee moves to kiss Chanmi again, her hand still on the other’s breast to give it a few teasing squeezes. She rolls her hips down against Chanmi’s, moaning into her mouth. Chanmi pushes her harder against the walls.
"Take it off," Baekhee whines as she pulls on Chanmi's straps, hands now pulling on her hair. Chanmi ignores her protests when she puts her down to strip her swimming suit instead, biting and licking her way down while doing so.
When she tongues a nipple, Baekhee moans, pulling harder on her hair. Chanmi giggles a little, but she only gets a gentle slap to the head. Baekhee's nipples are especially sensitive, so she makes sure to tease, sucks hard on one and thumbs the other. She only moves further down when Baekhee starts rocking her hips impatiently, but not before one last bite that has Baekhee bucking into her hold.
Chanmi kneels down to strip Baekhee off her costume fully. Baekhee seems to have slimmed down considerably, presumably for the upcoming contest, because her abs are there-barely, but definitely there. Chanmi makes sure show her appreciation with trails of kisses down her stomach. She brushes a finger over the other’s clit as she moves her head further down, adjusting Baekhee’s leg so it is resting on her shoulder.
"Come on," Baekhee whispers, tugging on her hair, and that is enough for Chanmi to close in, kissing her clit before sucking hard on it, just to make Baekhee scream. By the time she pushes her tongue into Baekhee, she is a sobbing mess. Chanmi pulls away with a smirk, teasing a finger against Baekhee's clit before pushing forward to shover her tongue back in.
"Oh God," Baekhee gasps just as she arches her back against the wall, eyes closed as she grinds her hips down unknowingly. Chanmi moans into her, flexes her tongue in a way that she knows drives Baekhee crazy. "Let me-" Baekhee drops her leg to the floor, her stance shaky as she tries to find her balance before she tugs Chanmi's swimsuit down to the floor, stepping on it to take it off completely.
Chanmi pulls them together into a kiss, spreads her legs when Baekhee nudges on it to run a finger down her slit. She moans when Baekhee starts pushing one in, then another in succession, curling it together. Chanmi mimics her action, pushes two fingers into Baekhee at once only because Baekhee is still loose from her eating her out.
They go at it for a while, moving their fingers in tandem and making out under the showers. It feels good, so good that Chanmi goes breathless.
“Are you going to put another finger in me?” Baekhee teases, spreading her own inside Chanmi. Chanmi shuts her up with a kiss as she pushes in another, swallowing Baekhee's high-pitched wail and fucking herself on Baekhee's fingers as she adjusts. Chanmi moves her fingers slowly, makes sure she gets the spot that makes Baekhee scream louder every single time.
With her free hand, Baekhee starts toying with Chanmi's breasts, and when Chanmi starts moaning louder, she thumbs on her clit.
It doesn't take long for Chanmi to come-never does, especially with Baekhee, so she doesn't waste any time driving her fingers faster into the smaller girl, knowing that she is close, too. Chanmi moves her hips, fucking herself harder and crying out into Baekhee's mouth.
Baekhee comes without so much as a warning, her entire body shaking against Chanmi. Chanmi plants kisses all over her chest, still moving her fingers languidly inside her. Baekhee complains about sensitivity after a while, so she gently pulls out, almost doubling over in surprise when Baekhee starts thumbing harshly on her clit with a smirk. She comes when Baekhee bites on her bottom lip, hard.
"We really have to get back to the dorm," she whispers as she pulls her fingers out, right against Chanmi's lips. "They're going to send Junghae in and you're going to panic and deny we are doing this, whatever this is."
Chanmi pulls away, pressing her lips together. "Let's talk," she proposes as she starts washing herself properly. "Later."
She can feel Baekhee's gaze, even without looking at her. "You can't keep pretending that this isn't happening," Baekhee says. "I don't think I can pretend any longer."
Chanmi doesn't reply, just continues soaping her thighs, but when Baekhee finishes up and makes her way to the door, she mumbles a, "Later."
"Promise?" She hears Baekhee ask, a hopeful tone to her voice.
"Mhm."
Chanmi stays longer under the shower, completely disregarding any thoughts about wasting the water and crafting a hole to the school's finance. She thinks better under it.
She isn't quite sure why she is being like this, why she is so hesitant to accept Baekhee's offer when it is laid out so blatantly in front of her. She wants to know why she is struggling to express what she wants, and she knows the reason is more than just her lack of finesse in delivering words.
But when she walks out to find Baekhee in a pair of leggings and her team sweatshirt, swinging her legs on the bench as if she is waiting for her, all the doubts fly out of her mind. She watches as Baekhee fusses with her bangs, her messy bun bouncing animatically along with her movements.
Chanmi gets dressed quickly, pulling her t-shirt over her and tying the drawstrings of her sweatpants together.
It is silent for a while, until Baekhee breaks it with a, "Your boobs are too big. You're never going to beat my breaststroke record."
Chanmi rolls her eyes, knows that Baekhee is trying to lighten the mood. "Oh, I'm sure you don't mind my boobs. Not at all," she says, smirking when she sees the pink on Baekhyun's cheeks. "And about the record-"
Baekhee is looking at her expectantly, and she looks so cute this way, eyes wide and nose twitching curiously.
"I'm not sure I mind either," Chanmi says decisively. "Being second to you, not so bad."
They walk out of the changing room with their hands together.
Recipient: yolseo
Title: Diving In
Word Counts: ~3,000
Side Pairing(s): N/A
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s): Sex, Female Names
Disclaimer:The celebrities' names/images are merely borrowed and do not represent who the celebrities are in real life. No offense is intended towards them, their families or friends. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. No money is being made from this fictional work. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: Ever since Baekhee joined the swim team there has been tension
Author's Note: Thank you so much to H, who without this fic would never have been written, and definitely not been anywhere near as good. Thank you for holding my hand and beta-ing for me. I really enjoyed this prompt sports team fics are my weakness. I hope you enjoy it too <3
Yongsan International School of Seoul boasts of a lot of things-a timely bus service, a modern cafeteria and scrumptious meals, plenty of well-facilitated clubs, qualified teachers and mannerly students. A good relationship between the members of their top swimming team is, unfortunately, not one of them.
"Thirty-nine point four! Not too shabby, Baekhee," Junghae hollers, the pretty upward curl to her lips more evident with the big grin she is sporting.
Chanmi watches as Baekhee surfaces with a gasp, breath quick and heavy as she lets Junghae pull her up the pool before flopping dramatically on the floor. Baekhee's grin morph into a challenging smirk the second she catches Chanmi's gaze from all the way across the pool.
"You ready?" Kyungsoon shouts at her, waving the stopwatch in her hand towards Chanmi, who gets up to stand at the edge of the pool. She gives Kyungsoon a thumbs up as she rolls her shoulders, the cool of the spandex soothing the slight ache on her lower back.
"In three!" Chanmi presses her legs together in a starting stance. "Two!" She can feel her muscles tensing, hear her heartbeat loud and clear in her ears. "One!" She jumps.
Chanmi loves swimming-always has, forever will. It had been the one thing she and her father have in common, before he become too busy to bother. But Chanmi knows that her father is a proud man, always boasting and gushing over her achievements. "That's my girl!" He would say with a wheezy laugh. "Swims like there's a fucking shark on her tail."
She has this one sweatshirt Junghae had bought for her birthday three years ago, a warm maroon thing with 'Swim Like You're Dying' written in huge cursives on the back. She has been wearing it to every match since.
The water is stinging her eyes (she has opted to not wear goggles), the swish of it a comfort to her ears. Her lungs are burning from effort and her thighs all the more so, but Chanmi likes it. This is as close as it gets to home.
When she lifts herself up to the surface, Kyungsoon is bending down to help her up, but Chanmi waves her away to stare inquisitively at Junghae. The latter grimaces, hesitantly handing the stopwatch to Chanmi.
It reads 00:43.2.
- - -
“We’re in the same team. Like, the actual same team. Who cares if her breaststroke is faster by like, three seconds?” Junghae says later when they are huddled together in the locker room, with the exception of Baekhee, who had told them that she wanted to do another round of butterfly. “It’s stupid. You hold the record in the school district for butterfly and there is nothing wrong with being second on a practice, especially in something that is not your expertise.”
“You don’t understand. She came in this year and she was three point eight seconds faster. I’ve been swimming since I was three,” Chanmi retorts, pulling the swimming cap off her hair and throwing it inside a plastic bag. Her wet hair falls down to just above her shoulders. She can hear Junghae groaning over her tangled locks, and she resists the urge to smile smugly. These will be the only times she doesn’t actually regret chopping off her hair last week.
“So she can be rep for breaststroke. You can be rep for butterfly. Everyone is happy,” Junghae says once she is done smoothing her hair out, finally turning to look at Chanmi. “I mean I get that you two have some weird sexual tension going on, but c’mon, she’s a great swimmer. Even if she isn’t gay.”
“Oh, she’s definitely gay,” Kyungsoon says as she emerges from the showers, already in her trademark black on black shirt and sweatpants. Her long curls are bundled up in a towel up her head, and she looks ready to go. “Have you seen the way she looks at your humongous boobs?”
“I don’t like her anymore,” Chanmi grumbles, though the pink in her cheeks betray her words. “I got over her ages ago, remember?”
“Whatever,” Junghae says, rolling her eyes. “I’ll take my bath at the dorm. You two figure it out, yeah? The swim meet is just around the corner.”
Kyungsoon pulls her rucksack out of the locker before slamming it shut, looping an arm around Junghae’s elbows and dragging her to the door. “And maybe you should say something about her wearing that skimpy thing instead of our team suit while you’re at it,” she calls out before smirking. “Though I’m not sure you mind.”
Chanmi blushes at the innuendo, though thankfully both Junghae and Kyungsoon are already out of the locker room by then. She wouldn’t be able to live it down if they were to catch her on the act, though she suspects that they know very well what’s going on between her and Baekhee (or maybe, it’s just her), despite her consistent denials.
Byun Baekhee was an unexpected addition to their swimming team, a new student from Bucheon, Gyeonggi-do. She was a pretty little thing, demure and soft-spoken, all eye smiles and hand-covered giggles. Everyone had a crush on her, at some point or another. But then she started to become more comfortable, talks more and laughs harder, and many of her admirers started seeing her as more of a great friend and less of a potential lover. Chanmi is one of the few who didn’t.
She sighs, messing with her hair just so it doesn’t look too much like a limp mop, before exiting the changing room and making her way to the pool. Baekhee is still doing laps, freestyling to the end and then a backstroke on the way back. In the middle of it, her eyes meet Chanmi’s, and she flips to her front to quickly swim towards her direction.
When she reaches Chanmi, she lifts herself up on the edge, grinning as she looks up at her. Chanmi holds in the urge to just smile back and instead finds herself noticing the cuts on the other’s swimming suit. It is highly inappropriate, the way her sides and half of her back are bare to expose pale skin and a healthy redness from exertion. Chanmi quickly looks away. “Not wearing your team suit, I see.”
Baekhee shrugs. “It’s not like it’s a rule. Besides, mine is in the wash.” Chanmi notices the way she looks at Chanmi and scans her body. It feels slightly uncomfortable, being sized up like that, but she can’t help the sudden spark of heat pooling in her belly. “Your chest looks too obscene in that suit. You probably should consider getting the next size,” Baekhee continues under her breath.
There is a splash and Baekhee is getting up. Chanmi realizes that she is eyeing the other’s body a second too late, because Baekhee is smirking at her. “I know what you’re thinking about,” she says as soon as they get into the changing room. “You’ve never told them about that one time we hooked up, have you?” She asks, pulling off her swimming cap and freeing her ponytail.
“Umm…” Chanmi manages to get out.
“Or when we made out in the showers, or about homecoming when I went home with you and we had sex.” Baekhee turns to stare her down, even though technically it doesn’t make sense because between the two, Chanmi is probably a whole ten centimetres taller. “Why don’t you tell them? Now they think we’re some sort of nemesis.”
“Aren’t we, though?” Chanmi says, levelling Baekhee’s stare. “I’m still butthurt about the three point eight, by the way,” she quickly ends it there, grabbing her spare change of clothes before walking into the showers. Baekhee follows suit.
“See? This is why you never get to tell them,” Baekhee says, frustration evident in her tone. “Because whenever I ask you to tell me, to talk about it, you just go around and change the topic.” She cuts in front of Chanmi and turns to her, stopping her from walking further. “Now, I’m asking you pointblank. I want you to talk.”
Chanmi presses her lips together, wringing the t-shirt in her hands. “You-I-I thought you weren’t gay,” she confesses. “Weren’t you dating that guy from chemistry? I thought-I thought you were just playing around with me.” She tries not to show how much it hurt her, to think that she is a plaything. It is out of date, to believe in commitments, but Chanmi has always been old-fashioned, has always been a romanticist at heart.
She waits for Baekhee’s response, but Baekhee’s face is unreadable. “I forgot my clothes,” Baekhee murmurs after a while, holding her head down. When she steps aside to brush past her, Chanmi pretends that her heart didn’t just fall.
- - -
Chanmi sighs as she steps under the lukewarm spray of water. The swimsuit is starting to stick uncomfortably to her skin, but she doesn't feel too comfortable with stripping. Not when Baekhee is within a walking distance.
All things considered, she doesn't really know why she just keeps on letting this whole situation get to her. She hates that Baekhee seems to know exactly what to say to rile her up-the fact that Baekhee has gotten under her skin with words alone is infuriating. And now, apparently she wants Chanmi to talk, but when she starts talking, Baekhee ends up walking off. Chanmi doesn't understand her at all.
She knows when Baekhee joins her in the shower, hears the door open and close. Chanmi doesn't look over, pretends to be washing soap of her body, even when it is squeaky clean.
"You're being very quiet right now," Baekhee mumbles, probably more to herself, because Chanmi wouldn't have heard had she not been focusing on Baekhee's every action.
She wishes she hadn't, because it only makes her feel angry. "I'm just doing you a favor since, clearly, you don't seem to appreciate me talking," she replies, sounding more hurt than menacing.
"I-" Baekhee pauses, clearly at loss. Chanmi almost feels bad, but not nearly enough. "I needed time to think."
"Think? What is there to think about?" Chanmi asks. "It's not like we're going to be official any time soon."
Chanmi hasn't been looking at Baekhee, doesn't notice their close proximity until there is a soft peck to the corner of her mouth. She turns to face her in surprise, only to find teary eyes and a wobbly smile. "I just-I want you to know that I'm not playing around. It's not like that. It's-"
It happens on a whim.
Chanmi doesn't know what came over her as she closes the gap between them and finds herself leaning down to kiss the sad smile off Baekhee's lips. But it doesn't matter, because Baekhee's response is immediate, almost as if it's instinctive, that she jumps into Chanmi's arms and wraps her limbs around her.
Chanmi complies easily, tightening her hold around Baekhee's waist and pushing her to the wall as a leverage. She kisses her harder. They fight for dominance, but just for a while, because they both know that Baekhee is fighting a losing battle. She pulls Chanmi just that bit closer, nips on her bottom lip.
Baekhee knows how to work Chanmi up, knows what buttons to press and what is not. It is okay, always okay-but in a way, it always leaves Chanmi feeling a little vulnerable, knowing how easy she is being for the other.
They pull back to catch their breath, and Chanmi stares at the beautiful mess she has turned Baekhee to, with her dishevelled hair and swollen lips.
“You showering in your swimsuit?” Chanmi breathes out, shifting a little when Baekhee's legs tighten around her waist. Baekhee has the prettiest legs-taut from swimming, but slender enough to not look too masculine. It always drives her crazy, especially at times like this, when she can feel it flex with just the slightest movements.
Baekhee shakes her head, still panting even as her hand moves down to trace the swell of Chanmi's breast. "You're still in yours too." There is a casual grin on her face, as if she is not fondling Chanmi's breasts. "We should change that," she says right before she drags the straps of Chanmi's swimsuit down with one impatient pull.
Chanmi can't help the blush in her face when Baekhee starts cupping her breasts, toying with a nipple and pinching the other. She knows that her breasts are a handful, and Baekhee's small, slender fingers barely even covers it. But Baekhee looks like she is enjoying it, the way she trains her eyes on her breasts as if it is a fascinating object instead of a pair of oversized boobs she has had the pleasure of acquainting with multiple times.
Baekhee moves to kiss Chanmi again, her hand still on the other’s breast to give it a few teasing squeezes. She rolls her hips down against Chanmi’s, moaning into her mouth. Chanmi pushes her harder against the walls.
"Take it off," Baekhee whines as she pulls on Chanmi's straps, hands now pulling on her hair. Chanmi ignores her protests when she puts her down to strip her swimming suit instead, biting and licking her way down while doing so.
When she tongues a nipple, Baekhee moans, pulling harder on her hair. Chanmi giggles a little, but she only gets a gentle slap to the head. Baekhee's nipples are especially sensitive, so she makes sure to tease, sucks hard on one and thumbs the other. She only moves further down when Baekhee starts rocking her hips impatiently, but not before one last bite that has Baekhee bucking into her hold.
Chanmi kneels down to strip Baekhee off her costume fully. Baekhee seems to have slimmed down considerably, presumably for the upcoming contest, because her abs are there-barely, but definitely there. Chanmi makes sure show her appreciation with trails of kisses down her stomach. She brushes a finger over the other’s clit as she moves her head further down, adjusting Baekhee’s leg so it is resting on her shoulder.
"Come on," Baekhee whispers, tugging on her hair, and that is enough for Chanmi to close in, kissing her clit before sucking hard on it, just to make Baekhee scream. By the time she pushes her tongue into Baekhee, she is a sobbing mess. Chanmi pulls away with a smirk, teasing a finger against Baekhee's clit before pushing forward to shover her tongue back in.
"Oh God," Baekhee gasps just as she arches her back against the wall, eyes closed as she grinds her hips down unknowingly. Chanmi moans into her, flexes her tongue in a way that she knows drives Baekhee crazy. "Let me-" Baekhee drops her leg to the floor, her stance shaky as she tries to find her balance before she tugs Chanmi's swimsuit down to the floor, stepping on it to take it off completely.
Chanmi pulls them together into a kiss, spreads her legs when Baekhee nudges on it to run a finger down her slit. She moans when Baekhee starts pushing one in, then another in succession, curling it together. Chanmi mimics her action, pushes two fingers into Baekhee at once only because Baekhee is still loose from her eating her out.
They go at it for a while, moving their fingers in tandem and making out under the showers. It feels good, so good that Chanmi goes breathless.
“Are you going to put another finger in me?” Baekhee teases, spreading her own inside Chanmi. Chanmi shuts her up with a kiss as she pushes in another, swallowing Baekhee's high-pitched wail and fucking herself on Baekhee's fingers as she adjusts. Chanmi moves her fingers slowly, makes sure she gets the spot that makes Baekhee scream louder every single time.
With her free hand, Baekhee starts toying with Chanmi's breasts, and when Chanmi starts moaning louder, she thumbs on her clit.
It doesn't take long for Chanmi to come-never does, especially with Baekhee, so she doesn't waste any time driving her fingers faster into the smaller girl, knowing that she is close, too. Chanmi moves her hips, fucking herself harder and crying out into Baekhee's mouth.
Baekhee comes without so much as a warning, her entire body shaking against Chanmi. Chanmi plants kisses all over her chest, still moving her fingers languidly inside her. Baekhee complains about sensitivity after a while, so she gently pulls out, almost doubling over in surprise when Baekhee starts thumbing harshly on her clit with a smirk. She comes when Baekhee bites on her bottom lip, hard.
"We really have to get back to the dorm," she whispers as she pulls her fingers out, right against Chanmi's lips. "They're going to send Junghae in and you're going to panic and deny we are doing this, whatever this is."
Chanmi pulls away, pressing her lips together. "Let's talk," she proposes as she starts washing herself properly. "Later."
She can feel Baekhee's gaze, even without looking at her. "You can't keep pretending that this isn't happening," Baekhee says. "I don't think I can pretend any longer."
Chanmi doesn't reply, just continues soaping her thighs, but when Baekhee finishes up and makes her way to the door, she mumbles a, "Later."
"Promise?" She hears Baekhee ask, a hopeful tone to her voice.
"Mhm."
Chanmi stays longer under the shower, completely disregarding any thoughts about wasting the water and crafting a hole to the school's finance. She thinks better under it.
She isn't quite sure why she is being like this, why she is so hesitant to accept Baekhee's offer when it is laid out so blatantly in front of her. She wants to know why she is struggling to express what she wants, and she knows the reason is more than just her lack of finesse in delivering words.
But when she walks out to find Baekhee in a pair of leggings and her team sweatshirt, swinging her legs on the bench as if she is waiting for her, all the doubts fly out of her mind. She watches as Baekhee fusses with her bangs, her messy bun bouncing animatically along with her movements.
Chanmi gets dressed quickly, pulling her t-shirt over her and tying the drawstrings of her sweatpants together.
It is silent for a while, until Baekhee breaks it with a, "Your boobs are too big. You're never going to beat my breaststroke record."
Chanmi rolls her eyes, knows that Baekhee is trying to lighten the mood. "Oh, I'm sure you don't mind my boobs. Not at all," she says, smirking when she sees the pink on Baekhyun's cheeks. "And about the record-"
Baekhee is looking at her expectantly, and she looks so cute this way, eyes wide and nose twitching curiously.
"I'm not sure I mind either," Chanmi says decisively. "Being second to you, not so bad."
They walk out of the changing room with their hands together.