[ 50 b1a4 challenge ] wandering hands
she's amazing | prompt: wandering hands | girl!gongchan/sandeul | PG-13 | 825 w
warning/notes: genderswap & crossdressing
junghwan and channie explore some things (each other & themselves).
“Does it feel tight?” Jugnhwan asks, whispers really. If he’s quiet maybe it won’t be as obvious, maybe Channie won’t even hear him.
“Does what feel tight?” She’s reaching back behind her to unhook her bra and Junghwan should really be more focused on that. It’s going to be the first time he sees her naked breasts and he should really be concentrating on just that. Instead, he’s sweating; his eyes are glued to her chest, yes, watching the way the garment loosens and falls forward a little, unlatched.
Channie has really nice breasts. He’s felt them through her clothes before, and he’s always known that they’re amazing and soft and perfectly shaped, but he’s fixating hard on the way the delicate lace looks against Channie’s skin. His eyes follow the shape of her bra instead of the shape of her body, he wonders how the straps feel clutching at her shoulders, he wonders how stiff the underwire feels against her skin.
Junghwan swallows, audible in the silence of his bedroom.
He wonders how it’d feel to wear it.
“Your bra, does it feel tight?”
Channie laughs as she shrugs it off. “No, definitely not now.”
She holds out her arms to him and he goes to her and wow. Her skin is smooth and soft on his fingertips and then against his lips. She tosses her bra onto his desk and his gaze only lingers on it for a few seconds.
“So. Do you want me to keep my bra on? Or do you want me to wear different styles? Or…”
She trails off for a moment, talking to him from where she has her head rested in his lap. Channie is slim so Junghwan’s lap makes a better pillow. They trade places sometimes, to be fair, but they fall into this position more naturally.
“Or…do you want to try it on?”
He’s a little bit nervous but this isn’t nearly as bad as the first time she saw him naked.
“Maybe. I mean, yeah. I guess I do. Is that weird?”
“You’re weird, but I like you so I don’t care.”
It takes some preparation. Junghwan isn’t particularly broad but Channie is slender. He snaps himself four times with her bra before she turns him around and figures that it just doesn’t fit him after snapping him a fifth time.
At first Junghwan thinks that failed attempt is the end of it but Channie surprises him a week later.
“You really don’t mind, do you?” There’s a hint of awe in his voice as he turns the bra around in his hands. It’s lacy and padded and what on earth are they going to do with it after they’re done? It’s obviously not cheap and it’s not Channie’s size.
“I thought about it,” she says slowly, rummaging through her bag and fishing out a cute flowing top and a skirt with an elastic waistband.
Oh.
“I couldn’t think of a reason I should mind.”
He squeezes the padded cup with his fingers and smiles; “It’s really soft.”
“Does it feel tight, oppa?”
Junghwan squirms a little, Channie’s fingers trail light and soft against his skin. Her hand dances under the flowy shirt he’s wearing and she hooks a finger under the band of the bra.
“A bit.” He takes a breath and it almost feels like the bra is squeezing him when he inhales. He kind of likes it, the compression, but he wonders how he’d feel if he had to wear it all the time. It’s a bit tight. How does she wear it all day?
She slides her hands down, out from under the shirt, not stopping until her thumbs are rubbing at his bare thighs. And he remembers, he wants to do that too; he wants to touch her, he wants to unbutton her shirt and kiss the space between her breasts. There’s something about touching each other while they’re both dressed like this, billowing fabrics and cute skirts, lacy underthings underneath.
It’s soothing.
“You look better in that skirt than I do.”
Junghwan snorts, leaning in to press a kiss to the tip of her nose. “Thank you,” he says, voice mockingly smug. It makes her laugh. He has no idea what he wants out of this, no idea where he wants this situation to go - so he figures it must be just as confusing for Channie, if not more confusing. He was the one that started this, kind of.
Channie slides her arms around his waist, suddenly cups his butt and tugs him flush against her. It makes Junghwan yelp before he laughs at the way she waggles her eyebrows at him.
“You know, we can do it just like we usually do.”
Junghwan ends up pushed against his closet as they kiss, her hands sneaking under her skirt that he’s wearing. Her blouse is hanging open around her and he kisses down her neck. It’s not soothing anymore, it’s just amazing.
warning/notes: genderswap & crossdressing
junghwan and channie explore some things (each other & themselves).
“Does it feel tight?” Jugnhwan asks, whispers really. If he’s quiet maybe it won’t be as obvious, maybe Channie won’t even hear him.
“Does what feel tight?” She’s reaching back behind her to unhook her bra and Junghwan should really be more focused on that. It’s going to be the first time he sees her naked breasts and he should really be concentrating on just that. Instead, he’s sweating; his eyes are glued to her chest, yes, watching the way the garment loosens and falls forward a little, unlatched.
Channie has really nice breasts. He’s felt them through her clothes before, and he’s always known that they’re amazing and soft and perfectly shaped, but he’s fixating hard on the way the delicate lace looks against Channie’s skin. His eyes follow the shape of her bra instead of the shape of her body, he wonders how the straps feel clutching at her shoulders, he wonders how stiff the underwire feels against her skin.
Junghwan swallows, audible in the silence of his bedroom.
He wonders how it’d feel to wear it.
“Your bra, does it feel tight?”
Channie laughs as she shrugs it off. “No, definitely not now.”
She holds out her arms to him and he goes to her and wow. Her skin is smooth and soft on his fingertips and then against his lips. She tosses her bra onto his desk and his gaze only lingers on it for a few seconds.
“So. Do you want me to keep my bra on? Or do you want me to wear different styles? Or…”
She trails off for a moment, talking to him from where she has her head rested in his lap. Channie is slim so Junghwan’s lap makes a better pillow. They trade places sometimes, to be fair, but they fall into this position more naturally.
“Or…do you want to try it on?”
He’s a little bit nervous but this isn’t nearly as bad as the first time she saw him naked.
“Maybe. I mean, yeah. I guess I do. Is that weird?”
“You’re weird, but I like you so I don’t care.”
It takes some preparation. Junghwan isn’t particularly broad but Channie is slender. He snaps himself four times with her bra before she turns him around and figures that it just doesn’t fit him after snapping him a fifth time.
At first Junghwan thinks that failed attempt is the end of it but Channie surprises him a week later.
“You really don’t mind, do you?” There’s a hint of awe in his voice as he turns the bra around in his hands. It’s lacy and padded and what on earth are they going to do with it after they’re done? It’s obviously not cheap and it’s not Channie’s size.
“I thought about it,” she says slowly, rummaging through her bag and fishing out a cute flowing top and a skirt with an elastic waistband.
Oh.
“I couldn’t think of a reason I should mind.”
He squeezes the padded cup with his fingers and smiles; “It’s really soft.”
“Does it feel tight, oppa?”
Junghwan squirms a little, Channie’s fingers trail light and soft against his skin. Her hand dances under the flowy shirt he’s wearing and she hooks a finger under the band of the bra.
“A bit.” He takes a breath and it almost feels like the bra is squeezing him when he inhales. He kind of likes it, the compression, but he wonders how he’d feel if he had to wear it all the time. It’s a bit tight. How does she wear it all day?
She slides her hands down, out from under the shirt, not stopping until her thumbs are rubbing at his bare thighs. And he remembers, he wants to do that too; he wants to touch her, he wants to unbutton her shirt and kiss the space between her breasts. There’s something about touching each other while they’re both dressed like this, billowing fabrics and cute skirts, lacy underthings underneath.
It’s soothing.
“You look better in that skirt than I do.”
Junghwan snorts, leaning in to press a kiss to the tip of her nose. “Thank you,” he says, voice mockingly smug. It makes her laugh. He has no idea what he wants out of this, no idea where he wants this situation to go - so he figures it must be just as confusing for Channie, if not more confusing. He was the one that started this, kind of.
Channie slides her arms around his waist, suddenly cups his butt and tugs him flush against her. It makes Junghwan yelp before he laughs at the way she waggles her eyebrows at him.
“You know, we can do it just like we usually do.”
Junghwan ends up pushed against his closet as they kiss, her hands sneaking under her skirt that he’s wearing. Her blouse is hanging open around her and he kisses down her neck. It’s not soothing anymore, it’s just amazing.