[Fic] Head in the Game - 1/1
Title: Head in the Game
Pairing: girl!Chanyeol/girl!Suho
Rating: NC-17
Genre: sex swap, always a girl, smut, fluff, cheerleaders
Summary: Chanyeol is a cheerleader with a huge crush on one of her classmates. If only she could talk to her instead of wanting to hide behind her Hufflepuff scarf.
***
It wasn’t that Chanyeol didn’t see a lot of pretty girls. She was on the cheerleading squad, had been working up to that since her mother had gotten her into gymnastics to help keep her from falling on her face. So she saw a lot of nice bodies, and a lot of faces painted up and pretty, and there were faces on magazines and who all knew what. So Joonmyun, she wasn’t the first or the only pretty girl, but when Chanyeol got around her, her whole brain went a little stupid. She got clumsy, and her tongue twisted up and she laughed too loud and had a hard time focusing on Joonmyun’s face.
Joonmyun was just… She was cute. Shorter than Chanyeol, but her legs were long. She wore mittens, and this fluffy pink scarf that ate up her whole neck and face, and as many sweaters as the teachers would allow her to get away with. She was nice, and studious, and liked manga a little too much, but the teachers liked her so that was okay. And most of all, she was the kind of girl Chanyeol wanted to study with, and kiss, and lean against at the movies, and listen to her moans. She thought about Joonmyun when Joonmyun was cute giving presentations, all swishing skirts and long socks that were perfectly even as she did math at the board. And Chanyeol thought about Joonmyun at night, about Joonmyun next to her, and Joonmyun’s hands on her.
Maybe it made it harder to look at Joonmyun after that, but Chanyeol couldn’t help lingering around her. Even if it was easier talking to everyone else in Joonmyun’s vicinity, and her face went red when they were close enough to touch. Joonmyun had talked to her at first, too, pressing close and smiling up at Chanyeol. But she’d been doing that less, and Chanyeol missed it. Joonmyun smelled faintly of roses, and Chanyeol was utterly fucked.
“Are you going to the game tonight?” Chanyeol blurted, and Joonmyun’s eyes widened.
“Oh. I was going to study. Why?”
“You can study at the game?” Because that always worked. “I- The basketball team is pretty good, and I’m one of the cheerleaders.”
Joonmyun actually looked down, shifting a bit until Chanyeol was kicking herself.
“I mean, you don’t have to. I just thought-“
“I want to go!” Joonmyun said, and she held out a hand like that was going to dispel Chanyeol’s apology. “It’s good. Good to support the girls in class. I’ll just bring my book in case.”
Chanyeol beamed at her, and almost floated out the door. It wasn’t like Joonmyun was coming just for her, but she’d be in the crowd maybe and she’d be watching, and that made Chanyeol’s face heat. She didn’t even wonder if Joonmyun was judging her for the black and yellow striped Hufflepuff scarf she was wearing. But considering what Joonmyun read, maybe not.
***
They were part of the entertainment, waving their modified pom noms and keeping the crowd into the game. Even if it was winter, her belly was bared, but they had long sleeves and a fuzzy fringe around the bottom of the short skirt that slitted over her left thigh. It was something. She usually got too warm anyway. Joonmyun wasn’t the section closest to Chanyeol, not that Chanyeol could see, but she gave it her all. They were always taught not to make it too sexual but Chanyeol felt every jiggle and body wave as they went through their mid-game routine. Like it or not, as much as she loved what she did, that night it was all for Joonmyun. And when the game was over and they were sent to the back, Chanyeol had never stripped and changed out of her uniform so quickly in her life, barely getting her buttons done back up before she was sprinting through the back hallway of the gym and out to where the public was filtering out. Her chest was heaving, her lungs burning, scanning tall heads and strange hoods and fluffy earmuffs.
There, a pink scarf.
“Joonmyun!”
Joonmyun looked surprised to see her, her bare hands coming out of her pockets for a moment.
“Hi! Oh, you were great tonight. I didn’t realize there was so much dancing.”
Chanyeol laughed, embarrassed, pleased. “Yeah, it feels like we don’t stop moving. It’s a lot of fun.”
“It looked like it!”
Chanyeol imagined Joonmyun in the uniform, the skirt creeping up her thighs and the short top cupping her breasts, and she was so glad the air was frigid or she’d have just combusted.
“Maybe you should try out,” Chanyeol said, a little breathless and not just from her run.
“I don’t know if I’m cheerleading material. I liked watching, though.”
And Chanyeol had an inspired idea that she hated the second she opened her mouth. “Which one was your favorite?”
“Oh,” Joonmyun said, and turtled a bit into her scarf for a moment. “Well. The only one I knew out there was you so I just watched you.”
The little hesitation at the last word made Chanyeol want to shimmy, but they giggled together like it was some kind of a joke though she didn’t think either one of them knew why they were laughing. Joonmyun was looking progressively colder, and Chanyeol could see a bus was stopped at the stop before theirs.
“Is that your bus?” Chanyeol asked.
“It is,” Joonmyun said, and stuck her hands back into her pockets again.
“Where are your mittens?”
“I forgot them. I’d been studying and I wanted to get here on time.”
So cute. So cute. Chanyeol unhooked her own mittens off of her coat and held them out. “Here. I don’t have a long walk, and your hands look cold.”
“You’re sure?”
They had a little pushing match with them but Chanyeol won.
“Thanks,” Joonmyun said, slipping them on just as the bus pulled up. “I’ll bring them back tomorrow.”
Joonmyun didn’t have to worry about that. Just as long as she showed up, Chanyeol would’ve given her a pair of mittens every day.
***
The mittens were placed on Chanyeol’s desk in front of her when Joonmyun came in, Joonmyun smiling and ducking her head and walking back to her desk. Nestled between them was an adorable little note thanking Chanyeol for them and that they were very nice. It meant that Chanyeol spent that class hour not paying attention to her teacher, but writing a note of her own that she secreted into Joonmyun’s book just before lunch. All she said was that she was glad that Joonmyun had been able to use them and that she should stay warm. She wrote about ten different versions, some discarded for the words themselves or for failures in handwriting. But she was good with the one she gave.
Chanyeol may have shrunk a little from the way she melted at the smile Joonmyun shot her after lunch, digging her nails into her thighs to keep from keening because that smile was directed at her. And Joonmyun didn’t shy away when Chanyeol stood by her later, and Chanyeol’s mouth wasn’t so stubbornly useless when she tried to talk.
“I was really glad when you invited me to the game. I was worried, maybe. You were always so lively and I didn’t know if you liked me since you seemed so quiet when I was around. I’m really not a stick in the mud.”
“I never would’ve called you that,” Chanyeol said, aghast. “And no! I like you. A lot.”
So much so that saying a lot meant that she’d slipped right out and exposed more than she’d meant to. Again. But Joonmyun just swung her hand out awkwardly, batting at Chanyeol’s arm.
“I like you a lot, too, so that’s good.”
Really good. Really, really good. It also made Chanyeol flush immediately, gulping and unsure of what to do with both her limbs and her face.
“Good,” Chanyeol said, a beat too late, and instead of laughing to ease the tension, so fumbled out her phone and loudly started talking about an app she really liked and did Joonmyun have it and pretty much everything she could think of until her hand stopped shaking.
She thought it was going to be better when she knew that Joonmyun wasn’t completely appalled by her, but how much she wanted Joonmyun to like her, to want her, just got bigger.
***
It was nice being friends with Joonmyun. Sometimes they passed little notes, reminiscent of the mittens ones, and it made her laugh when Joonmyun just sailed by her desk while depositing a little square of folded paper on her way. She walked Joonmyun to the bus stop on days she didn’t have practice, and hoped she wasn’t being too obvious with that. She didn’t think so, though, because there were plenty of others walking in groups or pairs, too, and she just wanted to be able to spend a little more time with Joonmyun.
Though Chanyeol was concerned when it seemed like Joonmyun intended to walk out in a coat that was half the normal volume.
“My dad drove me today,” Joonmyun said, trying to button the coat tighter. “My mom was afraid I’d get heat stroke in the car so she made me take this one. I’ll be an icicle by the time the bus comes.”
That obviously wasn’t an option and not just because Joonmyun shivering in front of her was giving her a serious case of wanting to squish her and whisk her away to a tropical island.
“Let’s trade,” Chanyeol said, unzipping her own winter coat and waiting expectantly for Joonmyun to follow.
“Oh, we couldn’t. You’ll be cold.”
“I can handle it better than you,” Chanyeol prodded. It wasn’t like she was overheated, but Joonmyun’s coat looked nice. “Come on.”
They swapped, quickly, and Joonmyun was just about swallowed up by the fluffy, way-longer than her normal coat, her boots and white socks peeking out from under the calf-length hem. But she sighed in relief, and then squawked in horror when Chanyeol tried to button up Joonmyun’s coat and the space between button and hole gapped a good six inches over her breasts. And that was sucking in, too.
“Let’s swap back,” Joonmyun fussed, but Chanyeol shook her head. “No, it’s good. Just keep the wind off of me.”
Joonmyun nodded, first planting herself, her back to Chanyeol’s front as she tried to determine where the wind was coming from, and then turning around, sheepish.
“The back of my head isn’t very fascinating,” Joonmyun apologized. Which wasn’t true. Not at all, actually.
But Chanyeol froze, when Joonmyun unzipped her coat and undid the only button Chanyeol had done up on the coat, and slid her arms inside around Chanyeol’s waist. Joonmyun and her fluffy scarf were all up against Chanyeol’s neck and her breasts were all nestled up against Chanyeol’s, and Chanyeol stood like a statue for a moment before closing the coat she was wearing around Joonmyun’s sides to keep any wind out that way. And her problem was definitely, definitely not being too cold with Joonmyun snuggled against her and humming. Their cocoon was so warm and Joonmyun smelled so good
“They should have coats that are warm like this,” Joonmyun said.
Well, she was going to be volunteering if that was what it took.
“Maybe personal space heater is my calling,” Chanyeol said.
And she saw the most regrettable sight of her life: the bus rounding the corner.
“The bus,” she said, and cold air rushed in as Joonmyun pulled back and tugged off Chanyeol’s coat, making sure Chanyeol got it on as she pulled on her own.
“You got it warm,” Joonmyun said, appreciatively, snuggling into the thin coat with cold-pinked cheeks. “Thanks for keeping me from dying.”
The joke at her own expense had Chanyeol laughing, and waving as Joonmyun got onto the bus. And Chanyeol pretended that her own coat smelled a little like Joonmyun as she walked home.
***
Chanyeol liked watching Joonmyun mutter to herself as she was studying, doing her best to study too, and not just study Joonmyun’s lips. They rewarded themselves for milestones, sitting together in Joonmyun’s room. Choco pies after an hour of studying, and total dance party to two favorite songs after another. They did finger guns at each other and Joonmyun ended up collapsing laughing at Chanyeol’s interpretive dancing before they ever got to the end of the second song. She’d only been able to do a body wave when she hadn’t been looking at Joonmyun but she tried to put her dance lessons to good use, flopping down and panting. It made Joonmyun a little disheveled, her hair escaping partially out of her barrette and Chanyeol tried to be good, really, but she bit her lip and stared at the way Joonmyun’s shirt pulled up against her breasts as she tried to get it under control.
“You should leave it down sometime,” Chanyeol suggested, and Joonmyun wrinkled her nose.
“It just gets all over. I mean, I like it but I want to be able to see my papers, too.”
Chanyeol knew, from their little coat cuddle, that it was soft, and pretty and dark. She wondered if Joonmyun would purr if her scalp was massaged. And that just led Chanyeol to wonder how Joonmyun looked with her hair wet, which led to picturing Joonmyun in the shower, and then with Chanyeol with her in the shower. She shifted a bit so she was pressing down onto her leg to get things under control a little. Point was, she liked studying with Joonmyun and sitting with her at lunch every so often, and Joonmyun spotting her in the mornings and waving at her around people. Sometimes Chanyeol’s phone buzzed and it was Joonmyun with a string of emoticons or sad frowny faces bemoaning her fate. She sent Joonmyun selfies of her outfits sometimes, enjoying the oohing and ahhing that Joonmyun did. She’d even, once, told Chanyeol when she hadn’t liked something, questioning two patterns that Chanyeol had wondered about, too.
“Good eye,” Chanyeol texted back, sending a follow up picture with her amended outfit. It was better than their school uniforms which were, well. Boring. Though getting to look at pretty girl thighs all day was certainly a perk. But she wasn’t exactly going to school for that. And Joonmyun came to a couple of more games, too, sitting where Chanyeol could see her when she waved. And that meant that Chanyeol could wiggle her fingers at Joonmyun so that only they two knew.
But studying and school and the occasional desperate flight for food was different. Chanyeol was still in the middle of debating what was a good First Friendly Outing when Joonmyun had texted with a sad picture of a sweater with a destroyed elbow.
“Want to come shopping with me to replace this?”
Yes. Yes, Chanyeol very much did. And she had approximately fifteen minutes to obsess over what she was wearing before fleeing out the door to catch the bus. Joonmyun was in jeans and what might have been two layers of sweaters plus her coat and scarf and mittens, and Chanyeol was glad she hadn’t dressed up much, trying not to skip as they browsed down windows, and then also not trip over her own boots as Joonmyun laughed and dragged her out of some poor man’s way. They went through two stores before Joonmyun found what she was looking for, thick fluffy woven sweaters with nice closures in neutral colors. Of course, the neutral colors caused a dilemma since Joonmyun couldn’t choose.
“Maybe you should get two,” Chanyeol suggested while holding on to Joonmyun’s coat, her scarf, her two thick sweaters, and her purse so Joonmyun could try the new sweater on. Under all that, Joonmyun had still had a long sleeved shirt on, and she’d apparently not been sweating to death.
“Well,” Joonmyun said, drawing the word out and staring between them.
“Or, that one’s the closest to the color of the one that died defending you,” Chanyeol offered.
And that was the deciding factor, apparently. But Joonmyun wanted to wander in the store, only clutching her sweater for a moment before realizing Chanyeol was still carrying everything else.
“Sorry,” Joonmyun said, filling her arms with everything.
“It’s good exercise,” Chanyeol said, waving off her apology while flexing an arm. She nearly smacked her arm into a mannequin, but the upside of that was that the mannequin was wearing a really cute shirt. It had a kind of sweet high square neckline and long sleeves. It was either something where she’d have ten miles of cleavage or it wouldn’t make ever granny frown at her on the street. Though, she was torn between sizes because there was the size that fit her frame, shoulders and torso, and there was the size that fit her boobs. She sighed and took both sizes in a coral color, hoping that one of them would fit at least partially correctly. She could deal with the shoulders being a little off if she could breathe.
“I’m going to try these on,” she said, waving Joonmyun along with her. The attendant gave Joonmyun’s pile of belongings an eye, but Joonmyun left the sweater with her as Chanyeol tugged her back.
“We’ll be back,” Joonmyun promised. And she was dressing herself in the dressing room, sweater by sweater, and Chanyeol chuckled, stripping her shirt over her head and hoping her hair didn’t flop over and die in the process. But no, it was okay. She hesitated between the sizes before opting for the larger one because of her instinct, and she pulled that on tugging it down and adjusting. It was long, hitting her at mid-hip and it had a nice 3/4 sleeve, too so that it didn’t look like it was too short at the wrists. Best of all, even if the neck pulled down lower on her than on most, she didn’t feel like she needed a Caution: Cleavage sign. Actually, she really liked it.
“What do you think?” Chanyeol asked, posing in the mirror, and saw Joonmyun list to the side in the chair she’d been sitting in so she could see better. Chanyeol did a twirl for her, and Joonmyun hummed.
“That fits you really nicely.”
It did. Most things didn’t.
“Clothes are hard, but shirt are hardest. I like to tease that I got the tits and my sister got the brains,” Chanyeol said, adjusting them not so discreetly.
And she thought she’d maybe been too lewd when Joonmyun was looking at her, appalled.
“You’re smart!”
Oh. She was outraged on Chanyeol’s behalf. Oh no, she was going to melt down.
“No. I mean, I’m happy with my brain. But my sister, she’s amazing. In school she’s good, but she’s got a lot of musical talent, and she is,” Chanyeol said in her best imitation of her mother, “a real lady.”
“What does that even mean,” Joonmyun complained. “There are a lot of different types of ladies.”
“The kind my mother wanted to raise,” Chanyeol said. “One who is filial and will marry a good man and have three adorable children that my mother can show off pictures of.”
Joonmyun’s head tilted. “Do you not want kids?”
“I don’t know. Maybe.” It was a risk, a calculated one, that Joonmyun and her pretty scarf could be horrified by. But they hadn’t just met, and she just couldn’t fathom Joonmyun hating her for it even if she wasn’t the same. “But it’s pretty hard to get knocked up with a girlfriend, so my mom might be out of luck there.”
Still it’d be fun trying.
“You have a girlfriend?”
Chanyeol’s head lifted, staring at Joonmyun in the mirror, trying to discern whether that was curiosity or horror even as her brain sort of shorted. Throwing it out off hand, great. Thinking up responses to it, not what she’d planned on.
“No-ooo. No. I just mean. I don’t have one. No.”
And she pouted because Joonmyun was laughing at her. “But you want one.”
“Every day,” Chanyeol said cheerfully, pulling the shirt over her head and getting back into her own. She was definitely coming back to buy one of those. Or maybe two since Joonmyun had complimented her on it.
“I don’t have one either,” Joonmyun said, and Chanyeol paused putting on her coat.
“What?”
“I don’t have a girlfriend either. I mean… Last year, there was a girl, and we were dating for a while. Almost two months. Then she decided that she wasn’t into girls any more, so.”
Joonmyun’s mouth had twisted down at that, looking back at Chanyeol like the revelation had cost her something, and Chanyeol imagined it had. She wondered how Joonmyun had confessed, or if the other girl had, and how sad Joonmyun had been when it ended.
“That sucks,” Chanyeol said. She didn’t like the thought of Joonmyun getting hurt like that and probably doubting herself. “Even if she wasn’t into all girls, I don’t get why she wouldn’t be into you.”
Joonmyun laughed. “Oh. Stop!”
They elbowed each other getting out of the dressing room and moved more sedately out to the street after Joonmyun bought her sweater. But from there, she didn’t have a plan. Joonmyun knew she wanted a girlfriend, and Joonmyun had dated a girl. Pretty Joonmyun who was looking at her with a parted mouth.
“I-“
“We-“
They both stopped, tittering at having started talking at the same time.
“Are you hungry?” Joonmyun asked, and Chanyeol nodded, not trusting herself to speak. And when Joonmyun spoke a moment later, her voice was just a little shyer. “Would you. Would you like it to be a date someday? Or today?”
“Yes,” Chanyeol said, way, way too emphatically, and damn it, they couldn’t just stand there laughing at each other instead of actually going. They were going on a date. Joonmyun. With her.
“I’ll pay,” Joonmyun said cheerfully, winding her arm with Chanyeol’s. And it was only sheer luck that Joonmyun didn’t just have to pick Chanyeol up and carry her along. That, or keep her from floating away.
***
It was a date, or a pre-date or whatever but it was also a meal with a friend, and Joonmyun for all her cuteness before had red-tipped ears and subtle little compliments that had Chanyeol’s heart skipping just little. Chanyeol had done the big confession first, when she’d noticed Joonmyun, hoping Joonmyun didn’t hate her, being thrilled to be her friend. Even if that was all it had been, Joonmyun had been worth it.
“I’d always admired you at school, but you were taking care of me. And you invited me to the game,” Joonmyun said.
And Chanyeol was fascinated, fascinated because when she said, “Seduced by body waves, huh,” Joonmyun had flushed so immediately that the endearingness of it almost blinding Chanyeol to how hot that was. Pretty Joonmyun didn’t want to just hold her hand. Joonmyun maybe, probably, wanted her at least a little.
“And then you gave me my own private show at home,” Joonmyun muttered.
Oh. Oh, those had been her good girl dance moves. If Joonmyun thought those moves were devastating, Chanyeol had so much to show her. And the way that Joonmyun’s eyelids dipped, Chanyeol thought they had something to show each other. She didn’t have to write on a note that she liked spending time with Joonmyun, and some of the awkwardness as they made their way through eating melted off leaving just them where they weren’t making confessions, just talking and making plans. How they’d meet up next, what they were dreading for school the next day.
Joonmyun wound their ams together again on the sidewalk, and Chanyeol didn’t blink when they passed the first bus stop, or the second, but halfway to the third, Joonmyun stopped and reached for Chanyeol.
“Just, before we go,” Joonmyun said. And well, she’d fantasized about Joonmyun undressing her, but Joonmyun unzipping Chanyeol’s coat in broad daylight was something she hadn’t anticipated. She figured out where that was going the second Joonmyun unzipped too, squeezing her arms around and wriggling as close as possible. Clothed Joonmyun all nestled against her breasts was so much of what Chanyeol had been dreaming about, and she hugged Joonmyun just as tight.
“I wasn’t trying to feel you up when we did this the first time,” Joonmyun said. Like she had to be sure Chanyeol knew.
“Are you this time?” Chanyeol asked, and choked when Joonmyun patted her butt. “Brazen!”
Joonmyun gasped as Chanyeol shimmied, making her squeak as they squished together a little more. Even if they’d teased, she didn’t think sharing she imagined them like that naked and horizontal in every position possible. Though if Joonmyun got it from her by osmosis, all the better.
“You know what else I wanted to do last time we did this?” Joonmyun asked.
Oh, so she had wanted to feel her up last time. Chanyeol could’ve teased, but instead she shook her head, blinking down at Joonmyun, and staying frozen and still as Joonmyun went up on her tiptoes and pressed her cool lips against Chanyeol’s. And Chanyeol had to clear her throat and also clear her buzzing brain.
“Well. That’s. That’s good because I want that all the time,” she said, and Joonmyun’s eyes were laughing at her just before Chanyeol kissed her back.
Her cute cold red nose, and the eager press of her lips was what followed Chanyeol home. She kind of groaned at herself thinking of all the ways she wanted to warm Joonmyun up, and wondered if she’d just explode into sparkles when she saw Joonmyun at school. It was a possibility.
***
Chanyeol’s parents loved Joonmyun, as was expected. Of course they knew her as Chanyeol’s new close friend and not as her girlfriend, but for then it was good enough. She got to have Joonmyun in her room with the door closed and cuddle with her, and her parents never thought a thing of it. They kissed behind those doors, too. Kisses became reward for studying instead of chocolate, and instead of dancing, Chanyeol sometimes pulled Joonmyun into her lap and kissed her until Joonmyun was either squirming or making her squirm. Joonmyun’s hands skimming beside her breasts was a tease, and sometimes Joonmyun knew it, especially if they were all cuddled together watching a movie. She liked that, Joonmyun rubbing her arm or sneakily breathing into her neck. Sometimes she pretended to put her Hufflepuff scarf around Joonmyun’s neck when she was getting ready to leave, making Joonmyun laugh and attack cuddle her until they got the right scarf on.
Chanyeol wondered how it was possible to be that totally in love with a girl who winked at her and then laughed and awkwardly turned away.
She was too cute. Too cute.
But it also paid off when Chanyeol’s parents had to leave town for an overnight trip. Sometimes they’d take Chanyeol with them, but she had a test the next day and apparently Responsible Joonmyun was a good choice to help keep Chanyeol and the house in line. They had no idea that she was mentally expiring at the thought of having the house, her bed, and Joonmyun all to herself. Not having to kiss Joonmyun while keeping an ear out for her mom, or cupping one of Joonmyun’s breasts and wishing she could see it, too. It wasn’t like they could just sit around and make out all night, with the studying, and who knew if Joonmyun would’ve wanted to either. She suspected so, and the thought made her squirm. Chanyeol idly wondered how what she’d have to do to get a door with a functional lock on it. It made her sigh into her math book, because it wasn’t likely.
“Are you having trouble with a formula?” Joonmyun asked, ever attentive. Yes, the formula that was getting into her girlfriend’s panties.
“I’m just reviewing and it seems okay. You don’t even need this. You’d ace it if you took it yesterday.”
Joonmyun tried to demure but that Chanyeol wasn’t having. As for herself, she wasn’t expecting any crazy numbers either, but she’d have time in her two classes before that to review any notes anyway. And if she had to spend the whole night chained to her book when she had Joonmyun and an empty house, she couldn’t stand it.
“Quiz me, and maybe we can be done with this,” Chanyeol said, flopping back and preparing her brain. If Joonmyun said they were done, so they would be. And Chanyeol made a note when Joonmyun corrected her on one thing, and she sat there like a puppy, hoping.
“We could do another one. Or I guess we could be done.”
“You can quiz me at breakfast.”
Chanyeol almost said kiss instead of quiz, but both would’ve been appropriate. She’d get to make Joonmyun breakfast. When Joonmyun had stayed over before, and they’d been good, Chanyeol’s mother had fed them. And she felt lucky in retrospect that her parents hadn’t made her sister come over, too. They could take care of a house themselves.
“You know what I want?” Chanyeol asked, and Joonmyun had already packed away her book when she tilted her head. “You like me in my cheerleading uniform, right?”
Joonmyun frowned at her, frowned like it was going to make a difference as Chanyeol cackled. Joonmyun had complained enough about how appealing she found Chanyeol in that outfit with the ribbon in her hair and her hair all clipped back and swinging. The short skirt and tight top had nothing to do with it, no way.
“Why?” Joonmyun asked, suspicious.
“Because. Well. I’ve been thinking that I’d like to see what you look in it, too.”
“Chanyeol!”
“What? I just want to admire my girlfriend in a pretty outfit.” And she batted her eyelashes a little. “Please?”
“Do you mean you brought your uniform home?” Joonmyun asked, standing with her when Chanyeol sensed she was going to get her way.
“Of course! I have it at home a lot, actually.”
And she held out the skirt, beaming at Joonmyun. The skirt she thought might be a little loose the top, too, but she’d get the idea of it anyway. She showed Joonmyun how to get it on and then turned her back, sighing at the wall as she heard Joonmyun dressing. It was like waiting for Christmas morning, and she almost jumped when Joonmyun said, “Ready.”
“So cute!” Chanyeol squawked, and Joonmyun swayed, her belly all sucked in and tense and the skirt sagging at her hips. Joonmyun’s bra was all nicely folded on her shirt down by her feet so all that was in that top was Joonmyun and Chanyeol had to force herself to take a breath. “Oh. Joonmyun.”
What looked good from a few feet away looked even better up close with Joonmyun tensing up her shoulders and letting Chanyeol admire her. The top bagged on Joonmyun a little just from the difference in their cup size. But what made Joonmyun a little embarrassed made Chanyeol want, seeing the sweet rise of her breasts when Chanyeol looked down from her height advantage. And, she could almost see Joonmyun’s nipples. If she just leaned a little further. Just a little more.
And Joonmyun leaned back, catching on to Chanyeol’s scheme, and waggling a finger at her. But she looks pleased, too, like maybe if Chanyeol tried one more time she’d get her wish.
“Look how gorgeous it looks on you,” Chanyeol said, giving in and tugging the top into the shape it would’ve been had it fit correctly. It showed just the barest hint of cleavage and looked almost sweet on her, or maybe it would’ve to someone who didn’t want Joonmyun so much. “Beautiful.”
Not the uniform, Joonmyun, and Joonmyun reached for her, humming as Chanyeol kissed her and nudging up against her.
“You fit these in here,” Joonmyun asked, wiggling against Chanyeol’s chest.
“Keeps them from smacking someone in the face,” Chanyeol said, and if Chanyeol was interpreting Joonmyun’s expression right, then she was imagining them in her face. Which, any time.
Her thumbs skimmed Joonmyun’s nipples through the top and they were hard already, and Joonmyun actually whimpered, pushing out her chest and inviting Chanyeol to more. She could’ve lost herself in Joonmyun’s kisses, groping her breasts and hearing her breathy moans. It was like she couldn’t believe they were there, together, and Chanyeol couldn’t either. Joonmyun hummed, sighing as Chanyeol kissed along her jaw, her neck. She sucked for a moment against Joonmyun’s collarbone and down her rapidly rising and falling chest. The material had sagged again, and she pressed a kiss between Joonmyun’s breasts, waiting for permission. And she got it, Joonmyun’s hands on her shoulders pulling her in instead of pushing her away. She held Joonmyun tight with one arm as she tugged the cloth, and Joonmyun’s back arched, revealing her perfect, pebbled nipples. Chanyeol could have died, wrapping her lips around one and feeling Joonmyun’s thighs tighten on either side of one of hers.
“Chanyeol.”
The noises Joonmyun made were like Chanyeol was eating her out, and Chanyeol wondered what she’d sound like then, how much more Chanyeol could get her to feel. She sucked, slick and noisy, pouring out attention to both of Joonmyun’s breasts, kissing up slopes and down the valley, rubbing her face between them, and catching at Joonmyun’s nipples with her lips and tongue and teeth. She wondered if Joonmyun’s girlfriend had ever made her feel like that, worshiped her like that. And Joonmyun was shivering, breathing hard when Chanyeol pulled her up and her nipples caught at Chanyeol’s shirt as they kissed, moaning together.
“Come here,” Chanyeol said, and Joonmyun followed, scooting onto the bed and pulling Chanyeol with her until Chanyeol was all over her, kiss her and stroking her thigh and catching one of Joonmyun’s legs between her own. Joonmyun was being all cute about it, squirming her fingers into Chanyeol’s cleavage but Joonmyun’s chest was all flushed and her eyes were dark as Chanyeol toyed with the slit in the skirt that exposed Joonmyun’s thigh.
Could she, and Joonmyun tilted her hips, swallowing. Hungry. Fuck, it almost made Chanyeol whimper, and she swept her hand under the dark fabric, pulling it up. Joonmyun hadn’t been in danger of exposing herself, except to Chanyeol, so all she wore were her panties under the short skirt. They were purple with tiny flowers on them and they were… they were visibly damp and Chanyeol inhaled sharply.
Joonmyun was visibly embarrassed, looking up and not at her, and Chanyeol leaned into her, nuzzling at her cheek until Joonmyun was trying to kiss her, and kissing her until Joonmyun remembered it was her, and they were together and nothing was going to happen she didn’t want. Joonmyun’s body remembered, her hips lifting against and wriggling, trying to get Chanyeol’s hand off of her hip and where she wanted it. Chanyeol moved slowly, kissing Joonmyun’s cheek and rubbing her thigh for a moment before cupping there between her legs. Joonmyun was like a furnace through the cloth and Chanyeol’s clit danced when she felt how wet that Joonmyun was already.
“I like getting you all turned on,” Chanyeol gloated and flushed, pleased Joonmyun was a sexy beast, lifting her hips against Chanyeol’s hand and making her breasts jiggle until Chanyeol’s had to dip down and show them a little love again, too. Joonmyun’s nipples were wet and tight from Chanyeol’s mouth again when Chanyeol rubbed her lips against Joonmyun’s. It was so easy to find Joonmyun’s clit through her panties, rubbing back and forth against it as Joonmyun whimpered against her mouth and her thigh not caught between Chanyeol’s was flung wide. And Chanyeol wanted to see, feeling Joonmyun’s hand tighten on her shoulder. Woman on the cusp of pleasure at the hands of her girlfriend.
“Oh,” Joonmyun gasped, her eyes wide as Chanyeol kept rubbing her. “Oh. Oh. Oh. Ch- Oh.”
The last was a gasp, Joonmyun’s hips pumping and twisting for more and then, slowly, for less as Chanyeol’s fingers gentled. She was gorgeous, flushed and orgasmic, her eyes almost teary with it, and Chanyeol couldn’t help herself, kissing Joonmyun and kissing her again, sucking on Joonmyun’s tongue and reveling in her moans as Joonmyun clutched at her. It made it so easy for Chanyeol to spread her own legs so that Joonmyun’s thigh could press up higher between them. Joonmyun smelled so good and she’d come for Chanyeol and wanted to see her come again, and Joonmyun was moaning for her.
Chanyeol ground herself down against Joonmyun’s thigh and sobbed as her body exploded, frantically moving until the sear of pleasure began to fade down and little aftershocks wracked her as she gasped and tried to breathe normally again.
Joonmyun was looking at her with a little bit of awe, though Chanyeol still had all her clothes on, and Chanyeol was the one who was a little undone by the sight of her girlfriend all spread on the bed as she was. The skirt was still rucked up and her wet panties on display, and in the frenzy, Joonmyun still had one breast exposed, and her hair was a mess under her head. It made her look debauched and adorable and Chanyeol didn’t know if she wanted to dive between Joonmyun’s thighs and rub herself all over her, or cuddle her, or maybe both at the same time.
“What?” Chanyeol asked, a little embarrassed herself.
“I didn’t know I could make someone come like that,” Joonmyun said, and she had the damn nerve to rock her thigh up a little and it made Chanyeol groan and collapse onto Joonmyun. Of course, that didn’t work for purposes of breathing and Joonmyun’s ribs, and she just sort of pulled Joonmyun with her, kissing her as Joonmyun groped her breasts and flung a leg over her and complained about Chanyeol being overdressed. As soon she got her breath back maybe some composure too because she hadn’t meant to come quite that desperately. Not that she regretted it at all.
“An orgasm a day,” Chanyeol mused, not really knowing what the next part of that would or could be.
Joonmyun snorted softly against her cheek. “Just one?”
Chanyeol’s eyes closed, cuddling Joonmyun close. A woman after her own heart.
***
Joonmyun was a treasure. A weird-expressions, completely ridiculous, perfectly lovely treasure. She let Chanyeol nap on her shoulder and borrow her notes, and she occasionally showed up with extra food and beamed at Chanyeol from her desk. And at least once she’d made Chanyeol’s eyes cross in the school bathroom. Select people knew they were dating, very select people that didn’t include any family members and mostly close friends. They were just like any other friends at school, though Chanyeol liked keeping Joonmyun warn before the bus and on it sometimes if they were going home together. Not even Chanyeol’s own mother had been as interested in the new spring uniform she’d gotten as baseball came into season. It had little stitching and laces like a baseball would, and she thought it was the cutest thing - and apparently Joonmyun did, too.
“I still think we should get you your own,” Chanyeol said.
“No one wants to watch me flail. I’m happier watching you wiggle out there,” Joonmyun said, very sweet but then also very lewd about it at the same time. No one would have guessed it of her, and it still made Chanyeol goggle and squirm at times. It wasn’t like they’d forgotten what’d happened the first time that Joonmyun had put on Chanyeol’s uniform.
“But if we both had a uniform, I could take you home and we could make out all dressed up.”
“Maybe you can borrow an extra top,” Joonmyun suggested, and Chanyeol considered that. It could work. It’d be so cute on Joonmyun. So cute.
Sometimes Joonmyun whispered “I love you” to her at night when they were talking on the phone before sleeping and Chanyeol just wanted to roll right out of her bed and right over to Joonmyun’s home to snuggle her. All she could do instead was making dying llama noises and coo and say how much she loved Joonmyun half a dozen times until Joonmyun was giggling sleepily at her. And she pressed a very precise kiss against the phone so that Joonmyun could hear, and it was absolutely nothing to kissing Joonmyun for real.
But spring also meant that Joonmyun shed layers like that same baseball. First the big scarf, then the coat, and then one layer of sweater until she was down to a windbreaker and a sweater. But she could still see Joonmyun under there, and that made her anticipate summer even more. Warmer weather meant beach trips and swimming and pulling out all of her favorite clothes. When Chanyeol brought it up when they had found a sunny patch outside to while away their fertile, Joonmyun had nodded eagerly.
“I can’t wait for the pool to open. You know what I want to try this year?” Joonmyun asked.
“What’s that?”
Cannonballs? Diving? The breaststroke? And her inner self cackled at that, just a tiny bit. The tiniest bit, really. They had that down.
“Maybe you’ll help me pick out a bikini,” Joonmyun said, blinking so innocently up at Chanyeol. She didn’t even see the fireworks exploding behind Chanyeol’s eyes.
“It would be my honor, my lady,” Chanyeol choked out, and Joonmyun socked her in the arm. Bikini or not, Chanyeol was going to enjoy life immensely.
“How do you like swimming if you don’t like the cold?” Chanyeol wondered.
“It’s different,” Joonmyun told her. Whether it was or not, that Joonmyun thought was apparently all that mattered. But then she said, “Besides, some are heated.”
Which made Chanyeol think of hot tubs, or tubs in general, and her sigh let Joonmyun know she was thinking dirty thoughts and that she knew exactly what was going through Chanyeol’s head. She lost the eyebrow waggling game to Joonmyun, leaning into Joonmyun’s shoulder and not minding at all.
***
Pairing: girl!Chanyeol/girl!Suho
Rating: NC-17
Genre: sex swap, always a girl, smut, fluff, cheerleaders
Summary: Chanyeol is a cheerleader with a huge crush on one of her classmates. If only she could talk to her instead of wanting to hide behind her Hufflepuff scarf.
***
It wasn’t that Chanyeol didn’t see a lot of pretty girls. She was on the cheerleading squad, had been working up to that since her mother had gotten her into gymnastics to help keep her from falling on her face. So she saw a lot of nice bodies, and a lot of faces painted up and pretty, and there were faces on magazines and who all knew what. So Joonmyun, she wasn’t the first or the only pretty girl, but when Chanyeol got around her, her whole brain went a little stupid. She got clumsy, and her tongue twisted up and she laughed too loud and had a hard time focusing on Joonmyun’s face.
Joonmyun was just… She was cute. Shorter than Chanyeol, but her legs were long. She wore mittens, and this fluffy pink scarf that ate up her whole neck and face, and as many sweaters as the teachers would allow her to get away with. She was nice, and studious, and liked manga a little too much, but the teachers liked her so that was okay. And most of all, she was the kind of girl Chanyeol wanted to study with, and kiss, and lean against at the movies, and listen to her moans. She thought about Joonmyun when Joonmyun was cute giving presentations, all swishing skirts and long socks that were perfectly even as she did math at the board. And Chanyeol thought about Joonmyun at night, about Joonmyun next to her, and Joonmyun’s hands on her.
Maybe it made it harder to look at Joonmyun after that, but Chanyeol couldn’t help lingering around her. Even if it was easier talking to everyone else in Joonmyun’s vicinity, and her face went red when they were close enough to touch. Joonmyun had talked to her at first, too, pressing close and smiling up at Chanyeol. But she’d been doing that less, and Chanyeol missed it. Joonmyun smelled faintly of roses, and Chanyeol was utterly fucked.
“Are you going to the game tonight?” Chanyeol blurted, and Joonmyun’s eyes widened.
“Oh. I was going to study. Why?”
“You can study at the game?” Because that always worked. “I- The basketball team is pretty good, and I’m one of the cheerleaders.”
Joonmyun actually looked down, shifting a bit until Chanyeol was kicking herself.
“I mean, you don’t have to. I just thought-“
“I want to go!” Joonmyun said, and she held out a hand like that was going to dispel Chanyeol’s apology. “It’s good. Good to support the girls in class. I’ll just bring my book in case.”
Chanyeol beamed at her, and almost floated out the door. It wasn’t like Joonmyun was coming just for her, but she’d be in the crowd maybe and she’d be watching, and that made Chanyeol’s face heat. She didn’t even wonder if Joonmyun was judging her for the black and yellow striped Hufflepuff scarf she was wearing. But considering what Joonmyun read, maybe not.
***
They were part of the entertainment, waving their modified pom noms and keeping the crowd into the game. Even if it was winter, her belly was bared, but they had long sleeves and a fuzzy fringe around the bottom of the short skirt that slitted over her left thigh. It was something. She usually got too warm anyway. Joonmyun wasn’t the section closest to Chanyeol, not that Chanyeol could see, but she gave it her all. They were always taught not to make it too sexual but Chanyeol felt every jiggle and body wave as they went through their mid-game routine. Like it or not, as much as she loved what she did, that night it was all for Joonmyun. And when the game was over and they were sent to the back, Chanyeol had never stripped and changed out of her uniform so quickly in her life, barely getting her buttons done back up before she was sprinting through the back hallway of the gym and out to where the public was filtering out. Her chest was heaving, her lungs burning, scanning tall heads and strange hoods and fluffy earmuffs.
There, a pink scarf.
“Joonmyun!”
Joonmyun looked surprised to see her, her bare hands coming out of her pockets for a moment.
“Hi! Oh, you were great tonight. I didn’t realize there was so much dancing.”
Chanyeol laughed, embarrassed, pleased. “Yeah, it feels like we don’t stop moving. It’s a lot of fun.”
“It looked like it!”
Chanyeol imagined Joonmyun in the uniform, the skirt creeping up her thighs and the short top cupping her breasts, and she was so glad the air was frigid or she’d have just combusted.
“Maybe you should try out,” Chanyeol said, a little breathless and not just from her run.
“I don’t know if I’m cheerleading material. I liked watching, though.”
And Chanyeol had an inspired idea that she hated the second she opened her mouth. “Which one was your favorite?”
“Oh,” Joonmyun said, and turtled a bit into her scarf for a moment. “Well. The only one I knew out there was you so I just watched you.”
The little hesitation at the last word made Chanyeol want to shimmy, but they giggled together like it was some kind of a joke though she didn’t think either one of them knew why they were laughing. Joonmyun was looking progressively colder, and Chanyeol could see a bus was stopped at the stop before theirs.
“Is that your bus?” Chanyeol asked.
“It is,” Joonmyun said, and stuck her hands back into her pockets again.
“Where are your mittens?”
“I forgot them. I’d been studying and I wanted to get here on time.”
So cute. So cute. Chanyeol unhooked her own mittens off of her coat and held them out. “Here. I don’t have a long walk, and your hands look cold.”
“You’re sure?”
They had a little pushing match with them but Chanyeol won.
“Thanks,” Joonmyun said, slipping them on just as the bus pulled up. “I’ll bring them back tomorrow.”
Joonmyun didn’t have to worry about that. Just as long as she showed up, Chanyeol would’ve given her a pair of mittens every day.
***
The mittens were placed on Chanyeol’s desk in front of her when Joonmyun came in, Joonmyun smiling and ducking her head and walking back to her desk. Nestled between them was an adorable little note thanking Chanyeol for them and that they were very nice. It meant that Chanyeol spent that class hour not paying attention to her teacher, but writing a note of her own that she secreted into Joonmyun’s book just before lunch. All she said was that she was glad that Joonmyun had been able to use them and that she should stay warm. She wrote about ten different versions, some discarded for the words themselves or for failures in handwriting. But she was good with the one she gave.
Chanyeol may have shrunk a little from the way she melted at the smile Joonmyun shot her after lunch, digging her nails into her thighs to keep from keening because that smile was directed at her. And Joonmyun didn’t shy away when Chanyeol stood by her later, and Chanyeol’s mouth wasn’t so stubbornly useless when she tried to talk.
“I was really glad when you invited me to the game. I was worried, maybe. You were always so lively and I didn’t know if you liked me since you seemed so quiet when I was around. I’m really not a stick in the mud.”
“I never would’ve called you that,” Chanyeol said, aghast. “And no! I like you. A lot.”
So much so that saying a lot meant that she’d slipped right out and exposed more than she’d meant to. Again. But Joonmyun just swung her hand out awkwardly, batting at Chanyeol’s arm.
“I like you a lot, too, so that’s good.”
Really good. Really, really good. It also made Chanyeol flush immediately, gulping and unsure of what to do with both her limbs and her face.
“Good,” Chanyeol said, a beat too late, and instead of laughing to ease the tension, so fumbled out her phone and loudly started talking about an app she really liked and did Joonmyun have it and pretty much everything she could think of until her hand stopped shaking.
She thought it was going to be better when she knew that Joonmyun wasn’t completely appalled by her, but how much she wanted Joonmyun to like her, to want her, just got bigger.
***
It was nice being friends with Joonmyun. Sometimes they passed little notes, reminiscent of the mittens ones, and it made her laugh when Joonmyun just sailed by her desk while depositing a little square of folded paper on her way. She walked Joonmyun to the bus stop on days she didn’t have practice, and hoped she wasn’t being too obvious with that. She didn’t think so, though, because there were plenty of others walking in groups or pairs, too, and she just wanted to be able to spend a little more time with Joonmyun.
Though Chanyeol was concerned when it seemed like Joonmyun intended to walk out in a coat that was half the normal volume.
“My dad drove me today,” Joonmyun said, trying to button the coat tighter. “My mom was afraid I’d get heat stroke in the car so she made me take this one. I’ll be an icicle by the time the bus comes.”
That obviously wasn’t an option and not just because Joonmyun shivering in front of her was giving her a serious case of wanting to squish her and whisk her away to a tropical island.
“Let’s trade,” Chanyeol said, unzipping her own winter coat and waiting expectantly for Joonmyun to follow.
“Oh, we couldn’t. You’ll be cold.”
“I can handle it better than you,” Chanyeol prodded. It wasn’t like she was overheated, but Joonmyun’s coat looked nice. “Come on.”
They swapped, quickly, and Joonmyun was just about swallowed up by the fluffy, way-longer than her normal coat, her boots and white socks peeking out from under the calf-length hem. But she sighed in relief, and then squawked in horror when Chanyeol tried to button up Joonmyun’s coat and the space between button and hole gapped a good six inches over her breasts. And that was sucking in, too.
“Let’s swap back,” Joonmyun fussed, but Chanyeol shook her head. “No, it’s good. Just keep the wind off of me.”
Joonmyun nodded, first planting herself, her back to Chanyeol’s front as she tried to determine where the wind was coming from, and then turning around, sheepish.
“The back of my head isn’t very fascinating,” Joonmyun apologized. Which wasn’t true. Not at all, actually.
But Chanyeol froze, when Joonmyun unzipped her coat and undid the only button Chanyeol had done up on the coat, and slid her arms inside around Chanyeol’s waist. Joonmyun and her fluffy scarf were all up against Chanyeol’s neck and her breasts were all nestled up against Chanyeol’s, and Chanyeol stood like a statue for a moment before closing the coat she was wearing around Joonmyun’s sides to keep any wind out that way. And her problem was definitely, definitely not being too cold with Joonmyun snuggled against her and humming. Their cocoon was so warm and Joonmyun smelled so good
“They should have coats that are warm like this,” Joonmyun said.
Well, she was going to be volunteering if that was what it took.
“Maybe personal space heater is my calling,” Chanyeol said.
And she saw the most regrettable sight of her life: the bus rounding the corner.
“The bus,” she said, and cold air rushed in as Joonmyun pulled back and tugged off Chanyeol’s coat, making sure Chanyeol got it on as she pulled on her own.
“You got it warm,” Joonmyun said, appreciatively, snuggling into the thin coat with cold-pinked cheeks. “Thanks for keeping me from dying.”
The joke at her own expense had Chanyeol laughing, and waving as Joonmyun got onto the bus. And Chanyeol pretended that her own coat smelled a little like Joonmyun as she walked home.
***
Chanyeol liked watching Joonmyun mutter to herself as she was studying, doing her best to study too, and not just study Joonmyun’s lips. They rewarded themselves for milestones, sitting together in Joonmyun’s room. Choco pies after an hour of studying, and total dance party to two favorite songs after another. They did finger guns at each other and Joonmyun ended up collapsing laughing at Chanyeol’s interpretive dancing before they ever got to the end of the second song. She’d only been able to do a body wave when she hadn’t been looking at Joonmyun but she tried to put her dance lessons to good use, flopping down and panting. It made Joonmyun a little disheveled, her hair escaping partially out of her barrette and Chanyeol tried to be good, really, but she bit her lip and stared at the way Joonmyun’s shirt pulled up against her breasts as she tried to get it under control.
“You should leave it down sometime,” Chanyeol suggested, and Joonmyun wrinkled her nose.
“It just gets all over. I mean, I like it but I want to be able to see my papers, too.”
Chanyeol knew, from their little coat cuddle, that it was soft, and pretty and dark. She wondered if Joonmyun would purr if her scalp was massaged. And that just led Chanyeol to wonder how Joonmyun looked with her hair wet, which led to picturing Joonmyun in the shower, and then with Chanyeol with her in the shower. She shifted a bit so she was pressing down onto her leg to get things under control a little. Point was, she liked studying with Joonmyun and sitting with her at lunch every so often, and Joonmyun spotting her in the mornings and waving at her around people. Sometimes Chanyeol’s phone buzzed and it was Joonmyun with a string of emoticons or sad frowny faces bemoaning her fate. She sent Joonmyun selfies of her outfits sometimes, enjoying the oohing and ahhing that Joonmyun did. She’d even, once, told Chanyeol when she hadn’t liked something, questioning two patterns that Chanyeol had wondered about, too.
“Good eye,” Chanyeol texted back, sending a follow up picture with her amended outfit. It was better than their school uniforms which were, well. Boring. Though getting to look at pretty girl thighs all day was certainly a perk. But she wasn’t exactly going to school for that. And Joonmyun came to a couple of more games, too, sitting where Chanyeol could see her when she waved. And that meant that Chanyeol could wiggle her fingers at Joonmyun so that only they two knew.
But studying and school and the occasional desperate flight for food was different. Chanyeol was still in the middle of debating what was a good First Friendly Outing when Joonmyun had texted with a sad picture of a sweater with a destroyed elbow.
“Want to come shopping with me to replace this?”
Yes. Yes, Chanyeol very much did. And she had approximately fifteen minutes to obsess over what she was wearing before fleeing out the door to catch the bus. Joonmyun was in jeans and what might have been two layers of sweaters plus her coat and scarf and mittens, and Chanyeol was glad she hadn’t dressed up much, trying not to skip as they browsed down windows, and then also not trip over her own boots as Joonmyun laughed and dragged her out of some poor man’s way. They went through two stores before Joonmyun found what she was looking for, thick fluffy woven sweaters with nice closures in neutral colors. Of course, the neutral colors caused a dilemma since Joonmyun couldn’t choose.
“Maybe you should get two,” Chanyeol suggested while holding on to Joonmyun’s coat, her scarf, her two thick sweaters, and her purse so Joonmyun could try the new sweater on. Under all that, Joonmyun had still had a long sleeved shirt on, and she’d apparently not been sweating to death.
“Well,” Joonmyun said, drawing the word out and staring between them.
“Or, that one’s the closest to the color of the one that died defending you,” Chanyeol offered.
And that was the deciding factor, apparently. But Joonmyun wanted to wander in the store, only clutching her sweater for a moment before realizing Chanyeol was still carrying everything else.
“Sorry,” Joonmyun said, filling her arms with everything.
“It’s good exercise,” Chanyeol said, waving off her apology while flexing an arm. She nearly smacked her arm into a mannequin, but the upside of that was that the mannequin was wearing a really cute shirt. It had a kind of sweet high square neckline and long sleeves. It was either something where she’d have ten miles of cleavage or it wouldn’t make ever granny frown at her on the street. Though, she was torn between sizes because there was the size that fit her frame, shoulders and torso, and there was the size that fit her boobs. She sighed and took both sizes in a coral color, hoping that one of them would fit at least partially correctly. She could deal with the shoulders being a little off if she could breathe.
“I’m going to try these on,” she said, waving Joonmyun along with her. The attendant gave Joonmyun’s pile of belongings an eye, but Joonmyun left the sweater with her as Chanyeol tugged her back.
“We’ll be back,” Joonmyun promised. And she was dressing herself in the dressing room, sweater by sweater, and Chanyeol chuckled, stripping her shirt over her head and hoping her hair didn’t flop over and die in the process. But no, it was okay. She hesitated between the sizes before opting for the larger one because of her instinct, and she pulled that on tugging it down and adjusting. It was long, hitting her at mid-hip and it had a nice 3/4 sleeve, too so that it didn’t look like it was too short at the wrists. Best of all, even if the neck pulled down lower on her than on most, she didn’t feel like she needed a Caution: Cleavage sign. Actually, she really liked it.
“What do you think?” Chanyeol asked, posing in the mirror, and saw Joonmyun list to the side in the chair she’d been sitting in so she could see better. Chanyeol did a twirl for her, and Joonmyun hummed.
“That fits you really nicely.”
It did. Most things didn’t.
“Clothes are hard, but shirt are hardest. I like to tease that I got the tits and my sister got the brains,” Chanyeol said, adjusting them not so discreetly.
And she thought she’d maybe been too lewd when Joonmyun was looking at her, appalled.
“You’re smart!”
Oh. She was outraged on Chanyeol’s behalf. Oh no, she was going to melt down.
“No. I mean, I’m happy with my brain. But my sister, she’s amazing. In school she’s good, but she’s got a lot of musical talent, and she is,” Chanyeol said in her best imitation of her mother, “a real lady.”
“What does that even mean,” Joonmyun complained. “There are a lot of different types of ladies.”
“The kind my mother wanted to raise,” Chanyeol said. “One who is filial and will marry a good man and have three adorable children that my mother can show off pictures of.”
Joonmyun’s head tilted. “Do you not want kids?”
“I don’t know. Maybe.” It was a risk, a calculated one, that Joonmyun and her pretty scarf could be horrified by. But they hadn’t just met, and she just couldn’t fathom Joonmyun hating her for it even if she wasn’t the same. “But it’s pretty hard to get knocked up with a girlfriend, so my mom might be out of luck there.”
Still it’d be fun trying.
“You have a girlfriend?”
Chanyeol’s head lifted, staring at Joonmyun in the mirror, trying to discern whether that was curiosity or horror even as her brain sort of shorted. Throwing it out off hand, great. Thinking up responses to it, not what she’d planned on.
“No-ooo. No. I just mean. I don’t have one. No.”
And she pouted because Joonmyun was laughing at her. “But you want one.”
“Every day,” Chanyeol said cheerfully, pulling the shirt over her head and getting back into her own. She was definitely coming back to buy one of those. Or maybe two since Joonmyun had complimented her on it.
“I don’t have one either,” Joonmyun said, and Chanyeol paused putting on her coat.
“What?”
“I don’t have a girlfriend either. I mean… Last year, there was a girl, and we were dating for a while. Almost two months. Then she decided that she wasn’t into girls any more, so.”
Joonmyun’s mouth had twisted down at that, looking back at Chanyeol like the revelation had cost her something, and Chanyeol imagined it had. She wondered how Joonmyun had confessed, or if the other girl had, and how sad Joonmyun had been when it ended.
“That sucks,” Chanyeol said. She didn’t like the thought of Joonmyun getting hurt like that and probably doubting herself. “Even if she wasn’t into all girls, I don’t get why she wouldn’t be into you.”
Joonmyun laughed. “Oh. Stop!”
They elbowed each other getting out of the dressing room and moved more sedately out to the street after Joonmyun bought her sweater. But from there, she didn’t have a plan. Joonmyun knew she wanted a girlfriend, and Joonmyun had dated a girl. Pretty Joonmyun who was looking at her with a parted mouth.
“I-“
“We-“
They both stopped, tittering at having started talking at the same time.
“Are you hungry?” Joonmyun asked, and Chanyeol nodded, not trusting herself to speak. And when Joonmyun spoke a moment later, her voice was just a little shyer. “Would you. Would you like it to be a date someday? Or today?”
“Yes,” Chanyeol said, way, way too emphatically, and damn it, they couldn’t just stand there laughing at each other instead of actually going. They were going on a date. Joonmyun. With her.
“I’ll pay,” Joonmyun said cheerfully, winding her arm with Chanyeol’s. And it was only sheer luck that Joonmyun didn’t just have to pick Chanyeol up and carry her along. That, or keep her from floating away.
***
It was a date, or a pre-date or whatever but it was also a meal with a friend, and Joonmyun for all her cuteness before had red-tipped ears and subtle little compliments that had Chanyeol’s heart skipping just little. Chanyeol had done the big confession first, when she’d noticed Joonmyun, hoping Joonmyun didn’t hate her, being thrilled to be her friend. Even if that was all it had been, Joonmyun had been worth it.
“I’d always admired you at school, but you were taking care of me. And you invited me to the game,” Joonmyun said.
And Chanyeol was fascinated, fascinated because when she said, “Seduced by body waves, huh,” Joonmyun had flushed so immediately that the endearingness of it almost blinding Chanyeol to how hot that was. Pretty Joonmyun didn’t want to just hold her hand. Joonmyun maybe, probably, wanted her at least a little.
“And then you gave me my own private show at home,” Joonmyun muttered.
Oh. Oh, those had been her good girl dance moves. If Joonmyun thought those moves were devastating, Chanyeol had so much to show her. And the way that Joonmyun’s eyelids dipped, Chanyeol thought they had something to show each other. She didn’t have to write on a note that she liked spending time with Joonmyun, and some of the awkwardness as they made their way through eating melted off leaving just them where they weren’t making confessions, just talking and making plans. How they’d meet up next, what they were dreading for school the next day.
Joonmyun wound their ams together again on the sidewalk, and Chanyeol didn’t blink when they passed the first bus stop, or the second, but halfway to the third, Joonmyun stopped and reached for Chanyeol.
“Just, before we go,” Joonmyun said. And well, she’d fantasized about Joonmyun undressing her, but Joonmyun unzipping Chanyeol’s coat in broad daylight was something she hadn’t anticipated. She figured out where that was going the second Joonmyun unzipped too, squeezing her arms around and wriggling as close as possible. Clothed Joonmyun all nestled against her breasts was so much of what Chanyeol had been dreaming about, and she hugged Joonmyun just as tight.
“I wasn’t trying to feel you up when we did this the first time,” Joonmyun said. Like she had to be sure Chanyeol knew.
“Are you this time?” Chanyeol asked, and choked when Joonmyun patted her butt. “Brazen!”
Joonmyun gasped as Chanyeol shimmied, making her squeak as they squished together a little more. Even if they’d teased, she didn’t think sharing she imagined them like that naked and horizontal in every position possible. Though if Joonmyun got it from her by osmosis, all the better.
“You know what else I wanted to do last time we did this?” Joonmyun asked.
Oh, so she had wanted to feel her up last time. Chanyeol could’ve teased, but instead she shook her head, blinking down at Joonmyun, and staying frozen and still as Joonmyun went up on her tiptoes and pressed her cool lips against Chanyeol’s. And Chanyeol had to clear her throat and also clear her buzzing brain.
“Well. That’s. That’s good because I want that all the time,” she said, and Joonmyun’s eyes were laughing at her just before Chanyeol kissed her back.
Her cute cold red nose, and the eager press of her lips was what followed Chanyeol home. She kind of groaned at herself thinking of all the ways she wanted to warm Joonmyun up, and wondered if she’d just explode into sparkles when she saw Joonmyun at school. It was a possibility.
***
Chanyeol’s parents loved Joonmyun, as was expected. Of course they knew her as Chanyeol’s new close friend and not as her girlfriend, but for then it was good enough. She got to have Joonmyun in her room with the door closed and cuddle with her, and her parents never thought a thing of it. They kissed behind those doors, too. Kisses became reward for studying instead of chocolate, and instead of dancing, Chanyeol sometimes pulled Joonmyun into her lap and kissed her until Joonmyun was either squirming or making her squirm. Joonmyun’s hands skimming beside her breasts was a tease, and sometimes Joonmyun knew it, especially if they were all cuddled together watching a movie. She liked that, Joonmyun rubbing her arm or sneakily breathing into her neck. Sometimes she pretended to put her Hufflepuff scarf around Joonmyun’s neck when she was getting ready to leave, making Joonmyun laugh and attack cuddle her until they got the right scarf on.
Chanyeol wondered how it was possible to be that totally in love with a girl who winked at her and then laughed and awkwardly turned away.
She was too cute. Too cute.
But it also paid off when Chanyeol’s parents had to leave town for an overnight trip. Sometimes they’d take Chanyeol with them, but she had a test the next day and apparently Responsible Joonmyun was a good choice to help keep Chanyeol and the house in line. They had no idea that she was mentally expiring at the thought of having the house, her bed, and Joonmyun all to herself. Not having to kiss Joonmyun while keeping an ear out for her mom, or cupping one of Joonmyun’s breasts and wishing she could see it, too. It wasn’t like they could just sit around and make out all night, with the studying, and who knew if Joonmyun would’ve wanted to either. She suspected so, and the thought made her squirm. Chanyeol idly wondered how what she’d have to do to get a door with a functional lock on it. It made her sigh into her math book, because it wasn’t likely.
“Are you having trouble with a formula?” Joonmyun asked, ever attentive. Yes, the formula that was getting into her girlfriend’s panties.
“I’m just reviewing and it seems okay. You don’t even need this. You’d ace it if you took it yesterday.”
Joonmyun tried to demure but that Chanyeol wasn’t having. As for herself, she wasn’t expecting any crazy numbers either, but she’d have time in her two classes before that to review any notes anyway. And if she had to spend the whole night chained to her book when she had Joonmyun and an empty house, she couldn’t stand it.
“Quiz me, and maybe we can be done with this,” Chanyeol said, flopping back and preparing her brain. If Joonmyun said they were done, so they would be. And Chanyeol made a note when Joonmyun corrected her on one thing, and she sat there like a puppy, hoping.
“We could do another one. Or I guess we could be done.”
“You can quiz me at breakfast.”
Chanyeol almost said kiss instead of quiz, but both would’ve been appropriate. She’d get to make Joonmyun breakfast. When Joonmyun had stayed over before, and they’d been good, Chanyeol’s mother had fed them. And she felt lucky in retrospect that her parents hadn’t made her sister come over, too. They could take care of a house themselves.
“You know what I want?” Chanyeol asked, and Joonmyun had already packed away her book when she tilted her head. “You like me in my cheerleading uniform, right?”
Joonmyun frowned at her, frowned like it was going to make a difference as Chanyeol cackled. Joonmyun had complained enough about how appealing she found Chanyeol in that outfit with the ribbon in her hair and her hair all clipped back and swinging. The short skirt and tight top had nothing to do with it, no way.
“Why?” Joonmyun asked, suspicious.
“Because. Well. I’ve been thinking that I’d like to see what you look in it, too.”
“Chanyeol!”
“What? I just want to admire my girlfriend in a pretty outfit.” And she batted her eyelashes a little. “Please?”
“Do you mean you brought your uniform home?” Joonmyun asked, standing with her when Chanyeol sensed she was going to get her way.
“Of course! I have it at home a lot, actually.”
And she held out the skirt, beaming at Joonmyun. The skirt she thought might be a little loose the top, too, but she’d get the idea of it anyway. She showed Joonmyun how to get it on and then turned her back, sighing at the wall as she heard Joonmyun dressing. It was like waiting for Christmas morning, and she almost jumped when Joonmyun said, “Ready.”
“So cute!” Chanyeol squawked, and Joonmyun swayed, her belly all sucked in and tense and the skirt sagging at her hips. Joonmyun’s bra was all nicely folded on her shirt down by her feet so all that was in that top was Joonmyun and Chanyeol had to force herself to take a breath. “Oh. Joonmyun.”
What looked good from a few feet away looked even better up close with Joonmyun tensing up her shoulders and letting Chanyeol admire her. The top bagged on Joonmyun a little just from the difference in their cup size. But what made Joonmyun a little embarrassed made Chanyeol want, seeing the sweet rise of her breasts when Chanyeol looked down from her height advantage. And, she could almost see Joonmyun’s nipples. If she just leaned a little further. Just a little more.
And Joonmyun leaned back, catching on to Chanyeol’s scheme, and waggling a finger at her. But she looks pleased, too, like maybe if Chanyeol tried one more time she’d get her wish.
“Look how gorgeous it looks on you,” Chanyeol said, giving in and tugging the top into the shape it would’ve been had it fit correctly. It showed just the barest hint of cleavage and looked almost sweet on her, or maybe it would’ve to someone who didn’t want Joonmyun so much. “Beautiful.”
Not the uniform, Joonmyun, and Joonmyun reached for her, humming as Chanyeol kissed her and nudging up against her.
“You fit these in here,” Joonmyun asked, wiggling against Chanyeol’s chest.
“Keeps them from smacking someone in the face,” Chanyeol said, and if Chanyeol was interpreting Joonmyun’s expression right, then she was imagining them in her face. Which, any time.
Her thumbs skimmed Joonmyun’s nipples through the top and they were hard already, and Joonmyun actually whimpered, pushing out her chest and inviting Chanyeol to more. She could’ve lost herself in Joonmyun’s kisses, groping her breasts and hearing her breathy moans. It was like she couldn’t believe they were there, together, and Chanyeol couldn’t either. Joonmyun hummed, sighing as Chanyeol kissed along her jaw, her neck. She sucked for a moment against Joonmyun’s collarbone and down her rapidly rising and falling chest. The material had sagged again, and she pressed a kiss between Joonmyun’s breasts, waiting for permission. And she got it, Joonmyun’s hands on her shoulders pulling her in instead of pushing her away. She held Joonmyun tight with one arm as she tugged the cloth, and Joonmyun’s back arched, revealing her perfect, pebbled nipples. Chanyeol could have died, wrapping her lips around one and feeling Joonmyun’s thighs tighten on either side of one of hers.
“Chanyeol.”
The noises Joonmyun made were like Chanyeol was eating her out, and Chanyeol wondered what she’d sound like then, how much more Chanyeol could get her to feel. She sucked, slick and noisy, pouring out attention to both of Joonmyun’s breasts, kissing up slopes and down the valley, rubbing her face between them, and catching at Joonmyun’s nipples with her lips and tongue and teeth. She wondered if Joonmyun’s girlfriend had ever made her feel like that, worshiped her like that. And Joonmyun was shivering, breathing hard when Chanyeol pulled her up and her nipples caught at Chanyeol’s shirt as they kissed, moaning together.
“Come here,” Chanyeol said, and Joonmyun followed, scooting onto the bed and pulling Chanyeol with her until Chanyeol was all over her, kiss her and stroking her thigh and catching one of Joonmyun’s legs between her own. Joonmyun was being all cute about it, squirming her fingers into Chanyeol’s cleavage but Joonmyun’s chest was all flushed and her eyes were dark as Chanyeol toyed with the slit in the skirt that exposed Joonmyun’s thigh.
Could she, and Joonmyun tilted her hips, swallowing. Hungry. Fuck, it almost made Chanyeol whimper, and she swept her hand under the dark fabric, pulling it up. Joonmyun hadn’t been in danger of exposing herself, except to Chanyeol, so all she wore were her panties under the short skirt. They were purple with tiny flowers on them and they were… they were visibly damp and Chanyeol inhaled sharply.
Joonmyun was visibly embarrassed, looking up and not at her, and Chanyeol leaned into her, nuzzling at her cheek until Joonmyun was trying to kiss her, and kissing her until Joonmyun remembered it was her, and they were together and nothing was going to happen she didn’t want. Joonmyun’s body remembered, her hips lifting against and wriggling, trying to get Chanyeol’s hand off of her hip and where she wanted it. Chanyeol moved slowly, kissing Joonmyun’s cheek and rubbing her thigh for a moment before cupping there between her legs. Joonmyun was like a furnace through the cloth and Chanyeol’s clit danced when she felt how wet that Joonmyun was already.
“I like getting you all turned on,” Chanyeol gloated and flushed, pleased Joonmyun was a sexy beast, lifting her hips against Chanyeol’s hand and making her breasts jiggle until Chanyeol’s had to dip down and show them a little love again, too. Joonmyun’s nipples were wet and tight from Chanyeol’s mouth again when Chanyeol rubbed her lips against Joonmyun’s. It was so easy to find Joonmyun’s clit through her panties, rubbing back and forth against it as Joonmyun whimpered against her mouth and her thigh not caught between Chanyeol’s was flung wide. And Chanyeol wanted to see, feeling Joonmyun’s hand tighten on her shoulder. Woman on the cusp of pleasure at the hands of her girlfriend.
“Oh,” Joonmyun gasped, her eyes wide as Chanyeol kept rubbing her. “Oh. Oh. Oh. Ch- Oh.”
The last was a gasp, Joonmyun’s hips pumping and twisting for more and then, slowly, for less as Chanyeol’s fingers gentled. She was gorgeous, flushed and orgasmic, her eyes almost teary with it, and Chanyeol couldn’t help herself, kissing Joonmyun and kissing her again, sucking on Joonmyun’s tongue and reveling in her moans as Joonmyun clutched at her. It made it so easy for Chanyeol to spread her own legs so that Joonmyun’s thigh could press up higher between them. Joonmyun smelled so good and she’d come for Chanyeol and wanted to see her come again, and Joonmyun was moaning for her.
Chanyeol ground herself down against Joonmyun’s thigh and sobbed as her body exploded, frantically moving until the sear of pleasure began to fade down and little aftershocks wracked her as she gasped and tried to breathe normally again.
Joonmyun was looking at her with a little bit of awe, though Chanyeol still had all her clothes on, and Chanyeol was the one who was a little undone by the sight of her girlfriend all spread on the bed as she was. The skirt was still rucked up and her wet panties on display, and in the frenzy, Joonmyun still had one breast exposed, and her hair was a mess under her head. It made her look debauched and adorable and Chanyeol didn’t know if she wanted to dive between Joonmyun’s thighs and rub herself all over her, or cuddle her, or maybe both at the same time.
“What?” Chanyeol asked, a little embarrassed herself.
“I didn’t know I could make someone come like that,” Joonmyun said, and she had the damn nerve to rock her thigh up a little and it made Chanyeol groan and collapse onto Joonmyun. Of course, that didn’t work for purposes of breathing and Joonmyun’s ribs, and she just sort of pulled Joonmyun with her, kissing her as Joonmyun groped her breasts and flung a leg over her and complained about Chanyeol being overdressed. As soon she got her breath back maybe some composure too because she hadn’t meant to come quite that desperately. Not that she regretted it at all.
“An orgasm a day,” Chanyeol mused, not really knowing what the next part of that would or could be.
Joonmyun snorted softly against her cheek. “Just one?”
Chanyeol’s eyes closed, cuddling Joonmyun close. A woman after her own heart.
***
Joonmyun was a treasure. A weird-expressions, completely ridiculous, perfectly lovely treasure. She let Chanyeol nap on her shoulder and borrow her notes, and she occasionally showed up with extra food and beamed at Chanyeol from her desk. And at least once she’d made Chanyeol’s eyes cross in the school bathroom. Select people knew they were dating, very select people that didn’t include any family members and mostly close friends. They were just like any other friends at school, though Chanyeol liked keeping Joonmyun warn before the bus and on it sometimes if they were going home together. Not even Chanyeol’s own mother had been as interested in the new spring uniform she’d gotten as baseball came into season. It had little stitching and laces like a baseball would, and she thought it was the cutest thing - and apparently Joonmyun did, too.
“I still think we should get you your own,” Chanyeol said.
“No one wants to watch me flail. I’m happier watching you wiggle out there,” Joonmyun said, very sweet but then also very lewd about it at the same time. No one would have guessed it of her, and it still made Chanyeol goggle and squirm at times. It wasn’t like they’d forgotten what’d happened the first time that Joonmyun had put on Chanyeol’s uniform.
“But if we both had a uniform, I could take you home and we could make out all dressed up.”
“Maybe you can borrow an extra top,” Joonmyun suggested, and Chanyeol considered that. It could work. It’d be so cute on Joonmyun. So cute.
Sometimes Joonmyun whispered “I love you” to her at night when they were talking on the phone before sleeping and Chanyeol just wanted to roll right out of her bed and right over to Joonmyun’s home to snuggle her. All she could do instead was making dying llama noises and coo and say how much she loved Joonmyun half a dozen times until Joonmyun was giggling sleepily at her. And she pressed a very precise kiss against the phone so that Joonmyun could hear, and it was absolutely nothing to kissing Joonmyun for real.
But spring also meant that Joonmyun shed layers like that same baseball. First the big scarf, then the coat, and then one layer of sweater until she was down to a windbreaker and a sweater. But she could still see Joonmyun under there, and that made her anticipate summer even more. Warmer weather meant beach trips and swimming and pulling out all of her favorite clothes. When Chanyeol brought it up when they had found a sunny patch outside to while away their fertile, Joonmyun had nodded eagerly.
“I can’t wait for the pool to open. You know what I want to try this year?” Joonmyun asked.
“What’s that?”
Cannonballs? Diving? The breaststroke? And her inner self cackled at that, just a tiny bit. The tiniest bit, really. They had that down.
“Maybe you’ll help me pick out a bikini,” Joonmyun said, blinking so innocently up at Chanyeol. She didn’t even see the fireworks exploding behind Chanyeol’s eyes.
“It would be my honor, my lady,” Chanyeol choked out, and Joonmyun socked her in the arm. Bikini or not, Chanyeol was going to enjoy life immensely.
“How do you like swimming if you don’t like the cold?” Chanyeol wondered.
“It’s different,” Joonmyun told her. Whether it was or not, that Joonmyun thought was apparently all that mattered. But then she said, “Besides, some are heated.”
Which made Chanyeol think of hot tubs, or tubs in general, and her sigh let Joonmyun know she was thinking dirty thoughts and that she knew exactly what was going through Chanyeol’s head. She lost the eyebrow waggling game to Joonmyun, leaning into Joonmyun’s shoulder and not minding at all.
***