CHINGUX 2014: teamplay: set three, match point (3/3) for rubyls
← PART 2
When spring break rolls around a handful of sunless weeks later, Jongdae's the first with a plan.
"My family has a cottage up on the Cape," she says at the end of another Wednesday night meet. It's now spring in earnest, and Chanyeol pays Jongdae the courtesy of punctuating all of her sentences with a watery sniffle. "Me and a bunch of the girls are heading up this weekend, you all are welcome to come!"
As quickly as Baekhyun and Chanyeol (and, grudgingly, Kyungsoo) had been taken with the pint-sized devil, the rest of the club had warmed up to her as well, grateful for tidbits of advice from a spunky Division One player. So of course those who can make it reply enthusiastically. And then there’s Baekhyun, who's mind can be vigorously single-tracked.
"A bunch of the girls?" she parrots, ears perking with interest. In her mind, twelve cute girls in volleyball uniforms prance.
Jongdae raises a brow. "From the team. You do remember that I play, don't you?"
"Yes, yes yes. So-"
"No, they won't be in uniform," Jongdae says around a grin, "but it'll be fun anyway."
It is fun, Baekhyun has to admit, several days and an hour-long car ride later, elbows resting on the railing of the back porch. The summer home is indeed a cottage, if cottage means a cool, three-story ArchDigest-worthy manor with a newly installed kitchen and a two-story guest house out back.
("You never said you were rich!" Chanyeol had first bellowed after throwing her duffle bag onto the kitchen floor.
"Sorry," Kyungsoo'd said on her friend's behalf, and twisted open the nearest bottle of alcohol.
Jongdae had waved it away patiently and, shoddily-mixed piña colada in hand, had said, "The beach is just down the road. Should we go look?")
And so now, already an evening into their first day of vacation, with the ocean breeze salty and invigorating on her face and in her hair, Baekhyun says quietly, to no one in particular, "This is nice.”
But of course, as though summoned, Jongdae answers. She slides up on Baekhyun's left, the porch light glowing orange on her skin and the sky behind her the vivid purple of bruises. "I like to come here on weekends sometimes. When school gets too crazy, you know."
"Mm." Baekhyun wonders what Jongdae does up here, all alone, but then figures that's the point.
"I... I'll bring you with me, next time. It's even nicer without-" in the background, Chanyeol's voice resonates louder than the pop music blaring from the built-in ceiling speakers- "that."
"Mm," Baekhyun replies, and swirls her drink around in her hand. The outside lights look like stars in the dark liquid. She can't remember what she's been drinking. "Where're all your friends-your teammates?"
Jongdae makes a disappointed noise and drops her chin into the crook on Baekhyun's neck. Her words are warm, and they dampen the chilled skin of Baekhyun's neck. "Whaaaat, don't wanna spend any alone time with me?"
Baekhyun’s giggle echoes inside cup as she lifts it to her lips. "Something like that."
"Mean," Jongdae sighs, breath stirring the hairs behind Baekhyun's small ear. Jongdae spies a lone freckle there, and the desire to press her lips to it is so strong that she's left momentarily stunned. She tears her eyes away. "They should be here soon. They left a bit later than us. Ran into traffic, probably."
But of course, because Baekhyun’s life has the comic timing of a prime-time sitcom, a silver Jeep pulls into the driveway below just as Jongdae says this. The headlights burn her retinas.
Jongdae wobbles dangerously as she stands, and Baekhyun can’t remember what the other girl’s been drinking, either. Baekhyun gets up to follow, only slightly more graceful. They support each other through the screen door and then blatantly ignore the way Chanyeol's wrapped herself around Kyungsoo at the island bar. Kyungsoo looks frankly disturbed at the way she's seemed to grow an extra set of limbs, what with how Chanyeol will bring the cup to her lips and feed her handfuls of pretzels, but Baekhyun thinks she can see a slight upturn to Kyungsoo's stubborn pout. Smartly, the rest of the party had vacated the scene. Joy's laughter leaks in, high-pitched and constant, from an adjacent room.
“Finally!” Jongdae cheers as her teammates tumble in through the kitchen door, “I thought we’d have to drink all the rum without you!”
Ah, Baekhyun thinks, and swirls the alcohol in her cup. So that’s what we’ve been drinking.
“You’re a lightweight, Jongdae,” a girl reminds Jongdae gently as she edges into the room.
At the same time another girl, dark brown eyes rolling sky-high, scoffs and says, “Yeah, right.”
“Eh?” Jongdae exclaims suddenly, planting a hand on Baekhyun’s shoulder for balance. “Where’re the rest?”
“Couldn’t make it,” says the third girl. The bottom of her hair is dyed in a shock of marigold, and it swings straight around her shoulders as she walks.
The fourth girl that trudges in is probably the prettiest girl Baekhyun’s ever seen, and that thought makes her frown. But then Girl Number Four blinks her big doe-eyes around the room and says, with no little amount of disdain, “But where are all the cute boys? Jongdae, you fuckin’ liar,” and Baekhyun immediately feels better.
Jongdae ignores this jab, and chirps for attention until people trickle in from the living room in various states of sobriety. “Let me introduce!”
The one who’d walked in first has dewy eyes and an easy smile. Her name is Yixing, and she twirls her hair around her index finger when she waves in greeting. Much to Joy's dismay, Irene looks rather taken with softspoken receiver. Tao is the girl with the rolling eyes. Her hair is a silky sheen of midnight blue and cut bluntly along her jaw. Baekhyun thinks this girl looks how Sehun’s voice sounds. Maybe they’ll get along, Baekhyun muses, swiveling to take a peek at Sehun’s entirely unimpressed face. Or not.
Marigold’s name begins with s but Baekhyun isn’t really listening, distracted by the way the girl tucks her hair behind nicely-pointed ears. Her eyes are heavy, lined with smoke, and she looks like the embodiment of a danger sign up until she gives everyone a smile, at which point Baekhyun is sure she hears at least half the party coo.
“Some people call me Cub,” the girl’s saying happily, rocking on her feet. She touches her index fingers together in front of her, a gesture as coy as it is inherently shy. She can't seem to keep still, and her hair swishes around until she gives into the compulsion and starts to braid it.
“Because she’s our little baby bear,” Jongdae croons, to the girl’s utmost embarrassment.
“I’m Luhan,” the last girl says, and her voice matches her face, smooth and saccharine like buttercream. Baekhyun briefly wonders whether or not Luhan tastes like sweet cream, too. “I’m Women’s captain. Nice to meet you all.”
“Of course she’s captain,” Baekhyun hears Chanyeol whisper softly in her ear after shuffling over, “she’s perfect.”
Jongdae claps a few times. “Okay. Now that everyone’s here, let’s play a game.”
Jongdae's version of a game turns out to be some fucked-up version of spin the bottle crossed with truth-or-dare and, somehow (several mixed drinks later), Baekhyun finds herself stripped to her underwear and shivering her skinny ass off on the Massachusetts shoreline.
“Oh, fuck this,” she bites, toes dipping into the gelid water of the private beach.
“I’ll do it with you!” Jongdae proclaims, and proudly tosses her shirt overhead. With little fanfare, her shorts pool at her feet. The fact that her thong is the bright orange of traffic cones seems to bother her none. “Ready?” she asks, beaming.
Alcohol’s made her brave, and perhaps slightly stupid, so Baekhyun takes Jongdae’s hand in hers and marches them both, partially naked and pale as the moon above, into the black ocean.
“Cold,” she shrieks soon afterwards, backing away when the water surges to her belly. “Fuck this.”
Jongdae loops an arm around her waist and pulls. “You gotta go under,” she says, eyes bright and less-than-lucid. “You gotta go under, or it doesn’t count,” she insists, and then shoves Baekhyun into the deep.
Baekhyun resurfaces soaked to the bone and thoroughly pissed off. She opens her mouth with the intent to yell but finds it swiftly covered. Eyes still closed from being underwater, she starts at the feel of a hand in her hair, thumb grazing behind her ear, and Jongdae’s teeth tugging at her lower lip. Jongdae hasn’t gone under, and her mouth is scorching over Baekhyun’s frozen lips. It’s pleasant and languid in a way she hadn’t thought her first kiss with Jongdae would be, and Baekhyun responds lazily, hands slow to cup Jongdae’s waist, the tip of her cold tongue shy against Jongdae’s teeth. They make out until Baekhyun regains some of the feeling in her fingers, but loses all of it in her toes. She pulls away reluctantly, and with a shudder.
“What was that for?” she breathes against Jongdae’s neck.
Jongdae’s lips close over her cheek, her temple, her forehead, kissing the saltwater from her skin. “Figured it was a long time coming,” is the murmured reply.
There’s the sound of splashing on shore, and it has Baekhyun unwinding herself from Jongdae’s warm embrace. She hadn’t realized how far out they’d come; the shoreline is far, and she can see Kyungsoo’s phone held high in the air like a beacon.
Baekhyun laughs through the chattering of her teeth. “Come on, hotlips,” she says, and tugs Jongdae ashore. In a fit of uncharacteristic shyness, Baekhyun brings one arm up to hide her pebbled nipples.
“We thought you guys died-oh.” Chanyeol takes one look at Baekhyun’s swollen lips and the state of her tangled, seaweed-esque hair, and laughs. “The opposite of dying, I see. Kyungs-Kyungsoo! You were wrong! They didn’t kill each other!”
“Unfortunately,” Kyungsoo says lightly, and turns to walk up the beach.
“Here,” a hoarse voice says, and then Tao’s slipping off her leather jacket to slip it over Baekhyun’s shoulders. It looks like she’s is glaring-she very well may be, it’s hard to tell in the dark-but her mouth splits into a quick grin when Baekhyun says thank you.
Jongdae butts her big head in between the two of them and whines, arm solid where it winds around Baekhyun’s naked waist. “But what about me?”
“What about you? You’re not even wet,” Tao intones, eyes narrowed.
Jongdae smirks and splays a hand over Baekhyun’s stomach. “I beg to differ,” says, wiggling her eyebrows.
“Ugh,” says Tao, and she walks away to join the others.
When it’s four in the morning and the girls start losing the battle with the backs of their eyelids, Baekhyun doesn’t think it’s too far-reaching of her to assume that she can share Jongdae’s bed. There are only three bedrooms in the main house, two in the other, and fuck if Baekhyun has to share a bed with Chanyeol.
“But why?” Chanyeol asks, giving Baekhyun her best sleepy-drunk eyes. “I’m a grrrrrrreat bed partner.”
“Yeah but not when it comes to actually sleeping,” Baekhyun says, pinching her friends butt. “You take up the whole damn bed, you and those fucking legs. I don't know why Kyungsoo lets you cuddle with her, I'm surprised you haven't smothered her to death.”
It’s actually Sehun who suggests it from where she’s spooning a conked-out Jongin in the twin bed across the room. Tired of the bickering pair, she says, “Baekhyun, why don’t you just go sleep with Jongdae. She’s got a queen-sized bed, anyway,” and that’s all it takes to get Baekhyun padding down the hall in a cropped sleep shirt and batman panties, pillow dragging from a loose fist, head fuzzy with ideas about big, fluffy beds and Jongdae’s lips on her skin.
She knocks twice but doesn’t wait before entering, figures if Jongdae’s undressed then it’s all the better. But, to her extreme disappointment, that is not what she finds.
Jongdae is not alone.
Usually that wouldn’t surprise her-she knows what Jongdae and Chanyeol get up to in the supply closet, recognizes the funny bowlegged way Chanyeol walks after she's come more than once (Baekhyun can recognize the signs every time, even if she isn't the cause). Plus Jongdae's a serial flirter and good at it, so there's bound to be some positive results, but, of all people, “Kyungsoo?”
They’re sitting at the side of the bed, legs swinging off the high edge. At the sound of the door opening Kyungsoo’s head snaps up, and her long hair tumbles in pretty, dark waves over her tiny shoulders. Her face looks stricken with guilt until she sees it’s just Baekhyun on the other side. Features collapsing into an awkward smile, she says, “Oh, Baekhyun. Uhm, we were just-”
“Yeah, my bad. Carry on.” Shifting her pillow higher up under her arm, Baekhyun closes the door hastily. On her way back to the guest room all she can think about is Jongdae’s hand, heavy and half-hidden, high up on the top of Kyungsoo’s soft, pale thigh.
Chanyeol’s mostly asleep when she returns, and Baekhyun doesn’t check on the two in the bed opposite, just worms her way between Chanyeol and the wall.
“Back so soon?” Chanyeol croaks, voice thick with sleep as she tosses an arm over Baekhyun’s waist.
“Mm,” is all Baekhyun says, and wiggles closer, until Chanyeol’s soft snores cover the thudding of her pulse in her ears. Surprisingly enough she falls asleep quickly, exhausted, lips to Chanyeol’s throat. And she’s fine the next morning, a good (if slightly cramped) eight hours rest soothing her bruised ego. Feeling particularly merciful, she leaves Chanyeol and Sehun and Jongin blissfully asleep and wanders downstairs.
Kyungsoo’s the only other person awake, and Baekhyun finds the girl in the kitchen doing last night’s dishes, sweet thing that she is.
“G’morning,” Baekhyun croaks, and her smile is genuine when Kyungsoo spins to face her.
The other girl looks so startled it’s almost comical. She opens her mouth to speak, closes it, opens it again. She decides on, “Good morning, Baekhyun,” and her voice is groggy but just as euphonic as always. Baekhyun likes the sound of it, absently wonders if Jongdae likes the sound of it too, and then promptly strikes that thought from the record.
Kyungsoo looks like she wants to say something else, but Baekhyun beats her to it.
“Jongdae awake yet? What’s for breakfast?”
Kyungsoo gives her a soft smile. “Jongdae went out, but she says help yourself to whatever you want.”
So of course Baekhyun does-she (with some of Kyungsoo’s help, but only some) pulls together a three-course feast of pancakes and fruit slices and other fixings by the time everyone else wakes up-and she does it all in her underwear.
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The day passes quickly. They spend most of it out under the sun until the late-afternoon Northeastern chill sends them scurrying back inside, beach towels heavy around their necks and bodies kissed bronze. Baekhyun thinks Jongin and Tao look especially gorgeous, and her noisy musings are met with numerous shouts of envious and admiring agreement, much to the two girls’ chagrin.
Dusk follows in much the same fashion as the day prior, and all thirteen girls finds themselves well past tipsy before sunset. Baekhyun watches them all mingle, a bunch of pretty women chattering away over the bass-heavy din of Chanyeol’s favorite pop playlist, and when she sees Jongdae lead Kyungsoo down the hall with a hand on her wrist, she isn’t even that bothered. Her pride smarts a bit, maybe, but Baekhyun just picks up her drink and flounces over to the couch, lands half in Tao’s lap, and props her feet up on Chanyeol’s thighs. She looks at the cards laid out on the low oak coffee table and at her friends’ various states undress (most notably, Luhan’s sitting cross-legged on the floor in nothing but gingham shorts and a hot pink bra, face looking flushed but determined, and Baekhyun doesn’t think it’s fair that a straight girl can be this cute) and says, “Alright, ladies. Deal me in.”
Yards away but still close enough to hear Baekhyun's triumphant crowing, Jongdae looks back at the way Kyungsoo has a hand pressed to her mouth, round eyes wide with laughter, and smiles. “Here,” Jongdae says, voice a rough whisper even though, after the short trek through the grassy side lawn, they’re the only people in the guest house. “Upstairs.”
Jongdae guides Kyungsoo into the nearest bedroom and pulls her closer, hands settling into the giving curves of Kyungsoo’s waist. She dips her head and kisses Kyungsoo’s full mouth, tastes the sharpness of gin on her tongue.
Kyungsoo giggles quietly, lifts two fingers as a buffer between their mouths. “We shouldn’t,” she hisses.
Jongdae walks them to the bed in the corner, and they only stumble once or twice. “Don’t worry,” she replies, kissing the swell of Kyungsoo’s chest through her shirt. “Baekhyun won’t mind.”
Honestly, the prior evening, Jongdae hadn’t even been trying to sleep with Kyungsoo. In the end still, she hadn't, she’d only been listening to a drunk girl babble on and on about whatever it is that makes drunk girls sad (apparently Chanyeol’s mouth is one of those things). But the look on Baekhyun’s face had been way more interesting than anything Kyungsoo had to say, and since Baekhyun already thinks that she and Kyungsoo are fucking around, they might as well do it for real. Jongdae nods to herself, head swimming. Logic.
“Not Baekhyun,” Kyungsoo’s saying, fingers in Jongdae’s hair, scraping along her scalp, “Chanyeol.”
Jongdae coos. “She’s really got you upset, huh? Enough to to crawl into my bed two nights in a row. Don’t worry about her, okay? I’ll make you feel better.”
Kyungsoo just nods, lets Jongdae slip her shirt overhead and pull faint moans out of her mouth from the kisses left all over her smooth skin.
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Sometimes, when Baekhyun's feeling sad, kissing Chanyeol is just about the only thing that makes her feel better (apart from a bottle of tequila). That being said, Baekhyun kisses the other girl when she’s happy, too: when she wants to see that infectious grin from just a bit closer up, wants to feel it with her lips.
This time is neither one of those times.
“Does Kyungsoo seem weird to you?” Chanyeol's asking her. They’re sitting side-by-side on the porch, legs dangling off the edge and into the darkness. Music bumps from inside, a steady pulse over which Sehun had taken control a few hours prior. “I think she’s being weird-weirder than usual, at least.” Chanyeol laughs at her own cleverness but falls silent soon after, gets that dopey look on her face. “I think I-last night-or was it two nights ago? I think I kissed her. Maybe that’s why she’s being so not-Kyungsoo-y. We were really drunk. She didn’t kiss me back, probably ‘cause she’s straight, haha. I don’t know why I did it. We were-I was drunk. Maybe it was just a dream. I hope it was.”
“You’re so stupid,” is all Baekhyun says, and she takes Chanyeol’s face in both hands and yanks it down to hers. Chanyeol’s lips are familiarly warm and familiarly chapped.
“What was that for?” Chanyeol asks, looking dazed as Baekhyun leans away.
“Kyungsoo doesn’t know what she’s missing,” she says, and links their pinkies. The way Chanyeol looks at her is too mushy to handle. Baekhyun’s blush goes thankfully unnoticed under the blanket of nighttime.
“Aw, Baek. Love you, too.”
“Shut up and pucker up, you big dummy,” Baekhyun says heatedly, and brings their mouths together again. She feels Chanyeol smile against her lips, and with a flush of pride Baekhyun figures that if she can’t protect then the least she can do is distract.
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Jongdae likes the sound of Kyungsoo’s whimpers, so she drags her tongue down from Kyungsoo’s neck to hear them raise in volume.
“Take off your bra,” she says quietly, mouth open against Kyungsoo’s throat. When she feels Kyungsoo hesitate, she picks her head up. Kyungsoo’s face burns a brilliant red, and she covers her chest preemptively. Jongdae pouts, kisses the soft pillow of Kyungsoo’s swollen lips. “Please?” When Jongdae gets a hand beneath Kyungsoo’s back, fingers blindly picking at the fastening, the other girl finally speaks.
“Can you turn off the light?”
Jongdae leans back to consider the girl below her, takes in the ample curves and wide stretches of rose-petal skin, and can’t understand why Kyungsoo wouldn’t want to be seen, but says, “Sure,” and flicks off the bedside lamp. The moon is bright where it filters through the blinds, and Jongdae peels off Kyungsoo’s bra, as well as her own shirt, and flings the garments into a dark corner. When Jongdae bends down to take a soft nipple between her lips, Kyungsoo arches up into her, small hands clenching at Jongdae’s shoulders.
“Oh, wow,” she gasps as Jongdae works the flesh in her mouth until it’s stiff and then skips over to the other side.
Kissing all over Kyungsoo’s chest, Jongdae murmurs, “I wish I could see you better.” She can only barely see the pattern of dark freckles on Kyungsoo's skin: a fat beauty mark on her stomach, a few more scattered on her thighs like tiny beads of ink on an oiled surface. As it were, Kyungsoo’s skin looks exquisite beneath the moonlight, but moonlight turns the world gray and Jongdae wants to see the red that dusts Kyungsoo’s cheeks and the rosiness of her nipples and the pink between her thighs. When Kyungsoo covers her belly with her hands in response, Jongdae’s mouth twists to the side. “Anyone would kill to see you better,” is all she says, and scoots down to leave open-mouthed kisses over Kyungsoo’s torso. She plucks the shielding hands away and briefly dips her tongue into Kyungsoo’s bellybutton, much to Kyungsoo's mortification. When Jongdae reaches plain black underwear, she pauses.
“You ever done this before?”
“Mm.”
"Good. Come on,” Jongdae says, and slides up to roll over onto her back. She leans over to kiss a pout off the other’s face, tweaks Kyungsoo’s nipple at the lack of reply.
“Ugh,” Kyungsoo says, shivering. “What?”
Jongdae pats her own chest, just above her sports bra, and says, “Come sit.”
Kyungsoo’s eyes are large moons. “What?”
Jongdae grabs a chunk of Kyungsoo’s upper thigh and eases her over, pulls until Kyungsoo gets the gist and swings her leg over Jongdae’s chest. Jongdae runs appreciative hands up Kyungsoo’s thick thighs, stops when her thumbs are just shy of their apex.
“You’re so soft,” Jongdae praises, almost groaning, and then she’s tapping Kyungsoo’s butt lightly in askance.
“What,” Kyungsoo says again.
“Scooch up. Knees by my head,” Jongdae answers simply, taps a quick rhythm on Kyungsoo’s lower back until she complies.
Kyungsoo doesn’t even get to ask what are you doing before Jongdae tightens her grip, and pushes the girl forward and onto her waiting mouth. Jongdae runs the flat of her tongue up the front of Kyungsoo’s panties a few times, and guides Kyungsoo’s hands to the headboard.
“You’ll want something to hold on to,” Jongdae says smugly, and uses two fingers to peel the sticky underwear to the side. A slow lick up Kyungsoo’s slit has her squealing, chest bouncing as she jerks her hips away. “No no no,” Jongdae murmurs, “that won’t do. Move slower.” Tightening her hold on Kyungsoo’s thigh, she gives her cunt another long, searching lick, sucks at the top, and grins when Kyungsoo jumps. “Slowly,” she reminds softly, and shifts her grip to Kyungsoo’s ass. She grabs a nice handful, hooks her fingers back into the black cotton to keep it pulled to the side, and wiggles her tongue in deep.
Kyungsoo gets the rhythm eventually. After Jongdae has her coming quickly with full-bodied shudders from just pulsing suction over her clit, Kyungsoo gives into temptation and rides Jongdae’s face, fingers white-knuckled at the headboard. Her taste is tangy and heady on Jongdae’s tongue, and Jongdae works a finger inside her to see if she can get more. Kyungsoo makes shy noises, tiny moans that lodge in the back of her throat, escaping only when Jongdae thrusts her fingers just so or flicks her tongue just right.
“So soon?” Jongdae murmurs to herself after Kyungsoo comes a second time, this time from the wicked tricks of Jongdae’s probing fingers.
“Again,” Kyungsoo gasps, tossing her head, her hair spilling down her back, “more.”
So Jongdae gives her more, fucks her with two fingers and a tongue harsh on her clit until Kyungsoo’s writhing and coming all over Jongdae’s chin with huge, breathy sighs. Jongdae forces the other girl onto her back, fingers still moving between her legs, and says, “How about another? Quadruple-double.”
Kyungsoo mutters something incoherently and clamps her thighs tight around Jongdae’s waist when Jongdae’s hand starts to blur between her thighs, the wet slapping noise louder than Kyungsoo’s anguished noises. Jongdae frigs her harder, and when Kyungsoo orgasms a fourth time, thighs shaking and hand pressed to her own throat, Jongdae praises her. “That’s two more than Chanyeol. I’m impressed.”
Kyungsoo groans loudly at the name, and Jongdae’s pretty sure the sheet beneath her is drenched.
“Chanyeol?” Kyungsoo says through a gasp when Jongdae finally pulls away, wipes her hand off on the duvet. “You. Chanyeol?”
“Mm-hmmm.” Jongdae looks up at her and grins wolfishly. “Usually I can only get her to come twice. First time, she came so hard she couldn’t hold herself up afterwards.” Jongdae licks her lips at the memory, and picks up Kyungsoo’s hand to shove it beneath the band of her own shorts. Jongdae’s wet enough already and sighs gratefully when Kyungsoo pushes a thin finger inside of her. Alcohol has made her lips looser and arousal high, and she rocks down onto Kyungsoo’s hand quickly. “You wanna know what she sounds like when I fuck her with my tongue? She’s much louder than you are, a fucking screamer, but you could probably guess that. Moans really low in her throat and gets this face on-” just talking about it gets Jongdae more aroused, and she pauses to remove the last of her clothing, brings Kyungsoo’s other hand up urgently to her breast- “Chanyeol’s face when she comes, God it’s sexy. Nothing else like it, she’s so fucking hot. How’ve you not fucked her yet?” Jongdae’s voice is thin and breathy, she gasps when Kyungsoo works in a second finger and adds the light pressure of a thumb above her clit.
Jongdae is content to babble, reaches back between Kyungsoo’s legs again as she does so, and finds the other girl’s panties newly soaked-through. It sobers her a bit, and she thinks she understands more than she probably should.
“Want me to tell you how she tastes?” Jongdae breathes, sweat beading at the small of her back and between her breasts as she swivels her hips, “because-fuck-she tastes good.” Jongdae licks her lips and slips her hand below Kyungsoo’s waistband, makes quick circles around her swollen clit with two fingers. “Sweet. Peaches and cream-and she comes like a motherfucker. I’m wet up to my forearms whenever I’m through with her.”
Kyungsoo makes a keening noise when Jongdae fucks one finger into her slowly, and Jongdae responds in kind, high moan trailing off to a laugh.
“I have a feeling she’s a squirter. Haven’t had time to test my theory properly yet-fuck Kyungsoo, yes, there-you like the sound of that though, huh? Picture her screaming and coming hard all over your fingers, your face, your tongue, her juices all in your hair.” Jongdae’s bouncing on Kyungsoo’s lap now, forcing the girl’s fingers deep and grinding down onto her palm. Her own hand is fast between Kyungsoo’s legs, and when she feels Kyungsoo clench around her fingers, her body starts to do the same. She bends down to muffle her cry against Kyungsoo’s lips when she comes, torso shivering, over Kyungsoo’s hand; shakes and moans until her release is dripping down Kyungsoo’s wrist.
“Please,” Kyungsoo chokes when Jongdae sits up. “Just, please.”
Forehead sweaty and breathing hard, Jongdae leans down to take a stiff nipple between her lips and teases it with her teeth until Kyungsoo’s trembling, coming with a low sob and a twitch of her hips. Jongdae collapses next to her, and for a while there’s only the sound of their labored breathing.
“Damn,” Jongdae whispers eventually, already wistful, “that was so hot.”
Kyungsoo punches her hard in the shoulder, enough to draw a legitimate wince, and then laughs in spite of her herself as Jongdae draws up the blanket.
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Baekhyun isn’t sad to say that most of break passes in a similar way. She learns to be even more wary of closed doors (Jongin is cute, yes, but Baekhyun never wants to see her spread out naked on a bed ever, ever again), and she learns via copious amounts of alcohol that the Kinsey scale is a real thing (“I’ve never done this before,” Luhan had said after she’d dragged a willing Baekhyun with her into a closet, and bolted the door), and she also learns that Luhan does, in fact, taste as good as she looks (“Baekhyun-Baekhyun! Oh, God.” Luhan had knocked over an excessive amount of cleaning supplies and toilet rolls, Baekhyun’s mouth on her neck and hand between her thighs. “I prefer Goddess,” Baekhyun’d replied smoothly, before sinking to her knees).
The third day they’re back on campus, spring break is but an ephemeral daydream, lasting only in the honeyed lacquer of their skin and in awkward chunks of sun-bleached hair and in the glowing white stripes of uneven tanlines. So, knee-deep in the castoffs of her own procrastination and desiring a break of a different nature, Baekhyun flees her studio to pay a visit to a friend.
Kyungsoo's studio is downtown and the night air is balmy on Baekhyun's skin, almost tropical in its humidity. She's sweating by the time she arrives, perspiration pimpling on her nose and above her upper lip. The interior architecture building is made of cool, glass walls, and Baekhyun slips into the air conditioned entryway with a grateful sigh. It’s a Friday night and the studio’s empty of any others, so Baekhyun spots Kyungsoo instantly, the diligent IntAr student hunched over her desk, shoulders tense and glasses slipping down her face. Baekhyun had stopped by the 7-11 on her way and, after making a brief trip to the studio kitchen, she slides a bowl of instant ramen across Kyungsoo’s cluttered table. Kyungsoo barely looks up but does say thank you, and proceeds eat without taking her eyes off of her plans.
“So,” Baekhyun starts, plopping down into a nearby chair.
Kyungsoo slurps.
“Soooo,” Baekhyun says again, kicking a leg out. It catches on Kyungsoo’s chair and the girl spins reluctantly towards her, regards Baekhyun the way one might regard a particularly pesky insect high up on a wall, too out of reach to do anything but suffer in its presence.
“What.”
“How many times did you sleep with Jongdae over break?” Baekhyun watches with satisfaction as Kyungsoo blanches, but then her smirk softens. “Be honest.”
“Dunno,” Kyungsoo hedges, still unsure of her friend’s mood. Their interests have never really overlapped (apart from Chanyeol, but Kyungsoo’s never actually acted upon that impulse), Kyungsoo can't decipher if Baekhyun's curious, jealous, proud, or some convoluted mix of the three, sprinkled with a look of superior indifference that has her small face tightening in an effort to keep it straight.
To make her stance more clear, Baekhyun says, “Don’t worry about me, I don’t give a shit.” And really, she doesn’t. Luhan wet and begging for her mouth, so fucking sexy, easily trumps a spontaneous ocean liplock. Then Baekhyun thinks about Chanyeol’s lips instead, hot and desperate on her inner thighs, and it hardens her resolve. “Chanyeol says she kissed you, is that true?” At the look on Kyungsoo’s face, Baekhyun hums. “I see.”
Kyungsoo’s face grows cold. “What, so you and Jongdae are the only ones she can kiss? Grow up, Baek, not everyone belongs to you." And then, softer, because Kyungsoo hates it when she lets herself get riled but by Baekhyun's idiocy, "You can't have everyone."
Yes I can, Baekhyun thinks childishly, and almost rolls her eyes. She stands, backpack strap slipping off one shoulder. “You know she thought you were completely straight, right? Until Jongdae.” Then she scoffs. “This is actually so dumb, wow, I refuse to be a part of this soap opera. Anyway, just figured I’d let you know… I don't even know. But! If you don’t make her wait too long she’ll tohhh-tally kiss you again.”
With that said, Baekhyun walks away, feeling very pleased with herself for getting the last word in. She doesn't return to her own studio, as she probably should, just makes late-night calls on unsuspecting others that had been spared Baekhyun's presence these past few days. She gets drawn into a party at Irene's (or, more accurately, she appears on Irene's doorstep with an metal hip flask and a charming smile, and the party follows afterwards) and harasses Chanyeol over the phone until the other girl abandons her plans of a quiet night in to comply with Baekhyun's beckoning.
"So," Baekhyun says, much the same way as she'd started her conversation with Kyungsoo. They're leaning against the wall outside of a bathroom, and overhead a string of red pepper lights is hung from nails in the crown moulding. Politely, she offers Chanyeol her flask.
Chanyeol takes a swig and grimaces. "What?"
"I saw Kyungsoo today."
Chanyeol grimaces again and brings the thin aluminum flask back to her lips. It glints red in the low light.
"You know I hate meddling-"
A bit of liquid dribbles from Chanyeol's lips. "You? I don't think we know the same Baekhyun."
"You know I hate meddling," Baekhyun repeats, and presses on, "but I, out of the goodness of my heart, am going to do you a Big Fucking Favor."
"Your last big fucking favor got me banned from both the cafeterias. And I had to do dishes at the café for like, a month."
Baekhyun waves away her friend's doubtfulness. "I know you know that Jongdae sunk her claws into Kyungsoo over a break, and I also know you're a big fucking softie so you'll never say anything."
"It was Jongdae's house. We're all friends. It's no big deal." Chanyeol's shrug is more pitiful than casual, and it has Baekhyun luring the other girl deeper down the hall, away from other partygoers.
"I also know that Kyungsoo knows that you know what you know, and that she feels sad about it." Baekhyun says loftily.
"But does Jongdae know that we all know?"
"Does Jongdae care?"
"Hm, true." Chanyeol pauses, takes another sip. "Does she know about the other thing? Wait, no no, don't answer that. A-hem, well. Since I know that Kyungsoo knows that I know, should I let her know? Do I want her to know that I know that she knows I know?"
Baekhyun takes back her flask and raises a brow. "Up to you."
Chanyeol nods to herself once, squints, and then nods again.
When she turns to leave, Baekhyun hollers after her. "She's in her studio!"
Chanyeol shouts back from the end of the hall, goofy grin pulling her lips apart. "I know!"
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Once they start their final projects, most of them stop going to Wednesday club meets. Not coming this week either? Jongdae’s text reads, and when Baekhyun replies with Can’t, too busy, it is isn’t a lie. She's run into Minseok at the dining hall late one Wednesday evening, so she guesses that even he’s not going either. Baekhyun probably should go, just to smack some balls around, relieve some stress, make fun of Jongdae’s face, but she honestly can't afford the time.
The next message comes a few days later, when Baekhyun is in the middle of helping Chanyeol work the lighting for her film. Chanyeol groans when Baekhyun walks away to check her phone.
We’ve got a friendly versus Dartmouth this weekend, main gym. Wanna come watch? Haven’t seen your ugly face in a minute
“Hey,” Baekhyun calls out, and Chanyeol looks up from her thirty-five millimeter, hair unruly around her big ears and eyes framed by heavy, dark circles. “Wanna go see Jongdae kick some ass this weekend?”
“Is it even volleyball season?”
Baekhyun shrugs. “Just a scrimmage, I think. Probably to stay on top of their game, or something.”
Chanyeol says, “Sure, why not,” and they rope Kyungsoo into coming too, and then the rest of the Wednesday night gang, and before they know it it’s Saturday, the noon sun high under a sharp blue sky.
They’re early. The match doesn't start till around one, maybe two in the afternoon, but Baekhyun had insisted they go early. The other team hasn't arrived yet, neither have any other spectators, and so Baekhyun whistles and yowls and catcalls while the girls warm up. When Luhan had first seen her she'd blushed, but was quick to recover and send Baekhyun a flirty wink.
"I'm telling you, we're meant to be, she's The One," Baekhyun gloats after the sweeping gesture of a supposed fainting spell. She blows Luhan a kiss.
"Whaaat," a voice whines from behind her, and Baekhyun jumps two feet from her bleacher seat, smacks Jongdae on the stomach. Jongdae laughs loudly and squeezes in between Baekhyun and Chanyeol, uniform creasing at the tops of her thighs. "What about me?"
"What about you," Baekhyun replies with a grin, and flicks at Jongdae's ear.
Jongdae stops smiling to watch her seriously for a moment, eyes searching over Baekhyun's face. Baekhyun, uncomfortable at the sudden attention, says, rather gruffly, "What."
"You look tired. Been working hard?" Jongdae reaches up to push a defiant strand of hair behind Baekhyun's ear, and her hand lingers on Baekhyun's neck before pulling away.
Baekhyun blushes even though she really really doesn't want to. And, to her complete embarrassment, she finds herself looking down almost shyly, thumbs pressed together in her lap. Has Jongdae always been so smooth? Is this the extent of her true power? Fleetingly, she thinks of her two friends. No wonder. They didn't stand a chance. "Finals," Baekhyun answers after composing herself.
Jongdae nods understandingly, even though she really has no idea what a graphic design final entails. "I'm glad you came out today, then. It's good for you to take a break every now and then," Jongdae says, and then bites her lip, eyes dipping down to Baekhyun's mouth. "And it's good to see you, too."
The quick look leaves Baekhyun a little breathless, suddenly aware at how close they're sitting together: the proximity of Jongdae's lips to the side of her neck, how warm Jongdae's thigh is against hers even through the layers of their clothing, and, bizarrely, the incredible length of Jongdae's eyelashes. Stop! Baekhyun wants to cry, you can't beat me at my own game!
"Jongdae!" someone calls from the court (it sounds like Tao but Baekhyun doesn't turn to check, eyes still flicking over the sharp angles of Jongdae's face, just inches from hers, fuck-), "stop flirting! We've gotta heat up! Volleyball, remember?"
Before Jongdae turns away she leans in the last few inches, leaves the light touch of her lips to the corner of Baekhyun's mouth. "Volleyball?" she calls out as she moves to get up, "What's that?"
Baekhyun honestly doesn’t know what comes over her, figures maybe it was the two shots of liquid luck she’d downed before leaving her apartment, but she snags Jongdae's wrist and drags the other girl back to her. She tugs and pulls until Jongdae's face is in front of hers again, and then she kisses that confident smile soundly off of Jongdae's mouth. When she pulls away with a smack of her lips Jongdae looks stunned, but her eyes are soon curving up in pleasure.
“For good luck,” Baekhyun explains, slightly winded, grinning with all of her teeth.
Jongdae’s lips curl, and her eyelids lower. “I’ll need more than that for good luck,” she replies, and leans back in.
From beside them, Chanyeol hoots.
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The supply closet, unsurprisingly enough, seems to be Jongdae's setting of choice-yes, Baekhyun knows Chanyeol was here, on her knees, some six weeks ago; no, it doesn't bother her. She wonders about it in a nonchalant way, wonders if this was one of the times Chanyeol’d stepped out of the crowded room with a droopy eyes and a slight limp; or if maybe it was reversed, if Chanyeol twisted her fingers in that way that always makes Baekhyun scream, if Jongdae was the one who'd come out of it bowlegged.
"What are you thinking about?" Jongdae whispers, smoothing a thumb over Baekhyun's brow and kissing the freckle at the corner of her thin upper lip.
"Wondering why your still talking," Baekhyun murmurs, and pulls the other girl in by the back of her head. Eventually her hands slip from their clasp around Jongdae’s neck and trail down Jongdae's front. She likes the small handfuls of Jongdae's chest, likes the way Jongdae pushes up so eagerly into her, likes the way Jongdae seems hellbent on stealing all the breath from Baekhyun's lungs. Pulling away with a small, huffing laugh, Baekhyun asks, "Don't you have a game to go play?"
"Don't get smart with me," Jongdae says, grin pushed into the crook of Baekhyun's neck. She unbuttons Baekhyun's plaid shirt with steady fingers, lips quick to cover the exposed flesh. "And didn't you just ask me to stop talking? Make up your mind, sweet thing."
Baekhyun laughs again. It gets cut off by the way she has to bite her lip at the feel of Jongdae's palms on her bare stomach. Still, she manages, "Sweet thing?"
"Mm," Jongdae murmurs, the slide of her tongue bringing her lower and lower. When she's finally on her knees, fingers curling over the waist of Baekhyun's jean shorts, she says quietly, almost to herself, "Are you sweet, though?"
Baekhyun drops her hands to her fastenings and undoes them slowly. "I don't know, hotlips. Why don't you find out?"
Jongdae's silent after that, ridding Baekhyun of her shorts but leaving floral-printed underwear. Her mouth hovers over Baekhyun's lower thigh, and she drops it over a freckle she finds there.
“You really like being on your knees, huh?” Baekhyun questions breathlessly, fingers now tight in Jongdae’s hair, anticipation making her skin crawl.
Jongdae noses across her thigh, leaves a kiss mark above the back of a knee that she drapes over her shoulder. “Just for you,” she croons, tongue skipping up to curl around the edge of Baekhyun’s underwear.
“Oh bullshit,” Baekhyun says, but she’s laughing, so Jongdae laughs too, breath warm against wet flesh as she slides Baekhyun’s panties down her legs. Baekhyun lets her raised leg fall in order to shimmy out of them, and when Jongdae hefts it back up over her shoulder all that remains between Jongdae’s mouth and Baekhyun’s cunt is the thick, dark air. Shifting closer, Jongdae holds Baekhyun by two hands on the backs of her legs, presses her nose to Baekhyun’s crotch, and inhales.
Excitement skitters up her spine, but even Baekhyun has enough shame to be slightly mortified. She knocks a fist lightly to Jongdae’s temple. “Cut it out, dumbass” she warns.
Jongdae just breathes in again, louder this time, on purpose. Her exhale is a low laugh, and the puffs of air that kiss Baekhyun’s skin make her hot all over. Then Jongdae’s leaning back, poking her head out from between Baekhyun's legs to look up. She smirks. “What did Chanyeol say about me?” Slowly, she drags fingers up Baekhyun’s thigh, and brings the feather-light touch down Baekhyun’s slit.
Baekhyun moans, hips pushing up. “She said you’re good,” she mumbles, breath hiccuping when she feels a thumb make lazy circles around her clit, “really good.”
“Mm.” Jongdae kisses her knee. “And Kyungsoo? I know you, you asked.”
Baekhyun tilts her head back and tries hard to think over the way Jongdae has three fingers rubbing up and down her cunt, massaging her nice and slow. Fucking tease. How am I so wet already? Baekhyun grudgingly calls to mind the way Kyungsoo’d blushed when Baekhyun had asked her, how Kyungsoo couldn’t seem to find words for the feeling of Jongdae’s tongue inside her pussy.
“Speechless,” is how Baekhyun answers, nodding back down.
Jongdae looks pleased. “Now if only we could get you to that point.”
“Me? Speechless? Never,” Baekhyun laughs, shudders when she feels Jongdae’s lips high up on her inner thigh.
“We’ll see about that,” Jongdae sighs. She spreads Baekhyun apart with two fingers, and gives her a long, unhurried lick up her center.
Jongdae eats her out until she’s dripping, open shirt billowing as she shudders, and rocking her hips gently onto Jongdae’s face. Jongdae thinks the noises Baekhyun makes are even sweeter than her taste, tiny sighs from a tight throat that get drawn out into loud wails when Jongdae crooks her fingers. Jongdae has two fingers inside of her and pumps them quickly, tries to lap up the resulting wetness, but succeeds mostly in just spreading it all over her cheeks and chin. Chest heaving, Baekhyun gives a startled shout of Jongdae’s name when she feels a third finger slide lower. Jongdae uses her free hand to tilt Baekhyun’s hips higher, and then she puts her mouth where her ring finger probes, delights to hear Baekhyun’s ragged groan. Once Baekhyun’s nice and wet there, Jongdae pushes her finger in slowly, and licks back up to Baekhyun's sopping slit.
“Christ, Jongdae,” Baekhyun murmurs, eyes screwed shut and lip bitten white between her teeth. When Jongdae quickens the movements of her hand, Baekhyun tightens her grip on Jongdae’s head, short strands slipping through her fingers as her body shakes. Her other hand slides into the cup of her bra, and she teases herself while Jongdae licks up a fire deep in her belly. “Jongdae-oh. Aw God, Jongdae. Fuck, please,” she begs, hips lurching upwards.
Jongdae doesn’t respond, just kisses her clit before sucking it between her lips. But that’s answer enough for Baekhyun, because she comes hard enough to have her squealing, legs clamping around Jongdae’s head to hold the girl in place while she rides it through, rocking her cunt back and forth from Jongdae’s chin to the tip of her nose. When Baekhyun stops moving, Jongdae flattens her tongue and brings it straight up. She laps as she slides her fingers fully out, and catches Baekhyun’s release on her tongue. Brushing her mouth over the small rectangular patch of hair, she gives it a final kiss before bringing her head up.
“C’mere,” Baekhyun says, eyes heavy, grin lazy and sated and oh-so-pleased.
Jongdae slides up her body eagerly, meets Baekhyun’s mouth with her own. Baekhyun licks at the corners of Jongdae’s mouth until her body, soothed and lethargic, has her pulling away to yawn. Jongdae uses it as an excuse to bite down her jaw and leave lovebites on her slim throat. “Shit, you’re delicious,” she says, and brings a hand up to cup Baekhyun between her legs again. Baekhyun moans at the touch to her swollen skin, and moans again when it’s taken away. Jongdae licks the slick from her palm and fingers before she seals their mouths together again.
Baekhyun, polite girl that she is, even fucked silly and sore, knows to mind her manners. She feels Jongdae, hot and wet, grinding down slowly on her thigh, so she makes to worm her fingers into Jongdae’s tight uniform shorts. The other girl stops her.
Baekhyun frowns. “Let me,” she whines, voice husky. “Please?”
Jongdae shakes her head, looking regretful, and holds Baekhyun’s hand flat to her stomach. Her movements slow until it’s just the subtle push of her hips down onto Baekhyun’s leg. “Nu-uh,” she explains eventually, throat constricted. “I play better like this.”
“Horny?”
“I prefer to call it worked-up. Keeps me focused.”
Baekhyun rolls her eyes fondly. “You’re so weird.”
Wordlessly, Jongdae muscles her up higher against the wall. “How ‘bout you just gimme one more kiss, instead. Up top. For luck.”
“For luck, huh?” Baekhyun muses, and presses her lips chastely to the corner of Jongdae’s glowing smile. “Knock ‘em dead.”
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Baekhyun, even though she’s seen Jongdae play before, is surprised by how ferocious Jongdae is on the court. She’s used to the other girl’s courtside jeering, her springy attitude, the way she’ll grin at anyone looking her way. Now, in a real match, the only thing that Baekhyun recognizes is that smile, and even then it’s decisively more feral.
Her nails dig into her palms every time Jongdae slides to her knees in a dig-it happens often, Jongdae rarely lets anything get by her, even blocked spikes that fall close to the net.
Baekhyun thinks she likes the sound of Jongdae’s voice, the way she calls out got it! so surely before every tumble, an added instrument to a song Baekhyun’s had on repeat since that first day of practice in junior high. When Jongdae’s last save guides their team to match point, Chanyeol gets up on the stands next to Baekhyun and shouts, “That’s our girl!” and Baekhyun can’t help but grin at the way Kyungsoo pulls her back down, hand urgent at Chanyeol’s lower back, muttering something that sounds like Chanyeol it’s just a scrimmage, calm down, you’ll embarrass her.
But then there are two rows of bright teeth and a pair of sickle-shaped eyes beaming up at them from the court, so Baekhyun doesn’t think that Jongdae minds.
When spring break rolls around a handful of sunless weeks later, Jongdae's the first with a plan.
"My family has a cottage up on the Cape," she says at the end of another Wednesday night meet. It's now spring in earnest, and Chanyeol pays Jongdae the courtesy of punctuating all of her sentences with a watery sniffle. "Me and a bunch of the girls are heading up this weekend, you all are welcome to come!"
As quickly as Baekhyun and Chanyeol (and, grudgingly, Kyungsoo) had been taken with the pint-sized devil, the rest of the club had warmed up to her as well, grateful for tidbits of advice from a spunky Division One player. So of course those who can make it reply enthusiastically. And then there’s Baekhyun, who's mind can be vigorously single-tracked.
"A bunch of the girls?" she parrots, ears perking with interest. In her mind, twelve cute girls in volleyball uniforms prance.
Jongdae raises a brow. "From the team. You do remember that I play, don't you?"
"Yes, yes yes. So-"
"No, they won't be in uniform," Jongdae says around a grin, "but it'll be fun anyway."
It is fun, Baekhyun has to admit, several days and an hour-long car ride later, elbows resting on the railing of the back porch. The summer home is indeed a cottage, if cottage means a cool, three-story ArchDigest-worthy manor with a newly installed kitchen and a two-story guest house out back.
("You never said you were rich!" Chanyeol had first bellowed after throwing her duffle bag onto the kitchen floor.
"Sorry," Kyungsoo'd said on her friend's behalf, and twisted open the nearest bottle of alcohol.
Jongdae had waved it away patiently and, shoddily-mixed piña colada in hand, had said, "The beach is just down the road. Should we go look?")
And so now, already an evening into their first day of vacation, with the ocean breeze salty and invigorating on her face and in her hair, Baekhyun says quietly, to no one in particular, "This is nice.”
But of course, as though summoned, Jongdae answers. She slides up on Baekhyun's left, the porch light glowing orange on her skin and the sky behind her the vivid purple of bruises. "I like to come here on weekends sometimes. When school gets too crazy, you know."
"Mm." Baekhyun wonders what Jongdae does up here, all alone, but then figures that's the point.
"I... I'll bring you with me, next time. It's even nicer without-" in the background, Chanyeol's voice resonates louder than the pop music blaring from the built-in ceiling speakers- "that."
"Mm," Baekhyun replies, and swirls her drink around in her hand. The outside lights look like stars in the dark liquid. She can't remember what she's been drinking. "Where're all your friends-your teammates?"
Jongdae makes a disappointed noise and drops her chin into the crook on Baekhyun's neck. Her words are warm, and they dampen the chilled skin of Baekhyun's neck. "Whaaaat, don't wanna spend any alone time with me?"
Baekhyun’s giggle echoes inside cup as she lifts it to her lips. "Something like that."
"Mean," Jongdae sighs, breath stirring the hairs behind Baekhyun's small ear. Jongdae spies a lone freckle there, and the desire to press her lips to it is so strong that she's left momentarily stunned. She tears her eyes away. "They should be here soon. They left a bit later than us. Ran into traffic, probably."
But of course, because Baekhyun’s life has the comic timing of a prime-time sitcom, a silver Jeep pulls into the driveway below just as Jongdae says this. The headlights burn her retinas.
Jongdae wobbles dangerously as she stands, and Baekhyun can’t remember what the other girl’s been drinking, either. Baekhyun gets up to follow, only slightly more graceful. They support each other through the screen door and then blatantly ignore the way Chanyeol's wrapped herself around Kyungsoo at the island bar. Kyungsoo looks frankly disturbed at the way she's seemed to grow an extra set of limbs, what with how Chanyeol will bring the cup to her lips and feed her handfuls of pretzels, but Baekhyun thinks she can see a slight upturn to Kyungsoo's stubborn pout. Smartly, the rest of the party had vacated the scene. Joy's laughter leaks in, high-pitched and constant, from an adjacent room.
“Finally!” Jongdae cheers as her teammates tumble in through the kitchen door, “I thought we’d have to drink all the rum without you!”
Ah, Baekhyun thinks, and swirls the alcohol in her cup. So that’s what we’ve been drinking.
“You’re a lightweight, Jongdae,” a girl reminds Jongdae gently as she edges into the room.
At the same time another girl, dark brown eyes rolling sky-high, scoffs and says, “Yeah, right.”
“Eh?” Jongdae exclaims suddenly, planting a hand on Baekhyun’s shoulder for balance. “Where’re the rest?”
“Couldn’t make it,” says the third girl. The bottom of her hair is dyed in a shock of marigold, and it swings straight around her shoulders as she walks.
The fourth girl that trudges in is probably the prettiest girl Baekhyun’s ever seen, and that thought makes her frown. But then Girl Number Four blinks her big doe-eyes around the room and says, with no little amount of disdain, “But where are all the cute boys? Jongdae, you fuckin’ liar,” and Baekhyun immediately feels better.
Jongdae ignores this jab, and chirps for attention until people trickle in from the living room in various states of sobriety. “Let me introduce!”
The one who’d walked in first has dewy eyes and an easy smile. Her name is Yixing, and she twirls her hair around her index finger when she waves in greeting. Much to Joy's dismay, Irene looks rather taken with softspoken receiver. Tao is the girl with the rolling eyes. Her hair is a silky sheen of midnight blue and cut bluntly along her jaw. Baekhyun thinks this girl looks how Sehun’s voice sounds. Maybe they’ll get along, Baekhyun muses, swiveling to take a peek at Sehun’s entirely unimpressed face. Or not.
Marigold’s name begins with s but Baekhyun isn’t really listening, distracted by the way the girl tucks her hair behind nicely-pointed ears. Her eyes are heavy, lined with smoke, and she looks like the embodiment of a danger sign up until she gives everyone a smile, at which point Baekhyun is sure she hears at least half the party coo.
“Some people call me Cub,” the girl’s saying happily, rocking on her feet. She touches her index fingers together in front of her, a gesture as coy as it is inherently shy. She can't seem to keep still, and her hair swishes around until she gives into the compulsion and starts to braid it.
“Because she’s our little baby bear,” Jongdae croons, to the girl’s utmost embarrassment.
“I’m Luhan,” the last girl says, and her voice matches her face, smooth and saccharine like buttercream. Baekhyun briefly wonders whether or not Luhan tastes like sweet cream, too. “I’m Women’s captain. Nice to meet you all.”
“Of course she’s captain,” Baekhyun hears Chanyeol whisper softly in her ear after shuffling over, “she’s perfect.”
Jongdae claps a few times. “Okay. Now that everyone’s here, let’s play a game.”
Jongdae's version of a game turns out to be some fucked-up version of spin the bottle crossed with truth-or-dare and, somehow (several mixed drinks later), Baekhyun finds herself stripped to her underwear and shivering her skinny ass off on the Massachusetts shoreline.
“Oh, fuck this,” she bites, toes dipping into the gelid water of the private beach.
“I’ll do it with you!” Jongdae proclaims, and proudly tosses her shirt overhead. With little fanfare, her shorts pool at her feet. The fact that her thong is the bright orange of traffic cones seems to bother her none. “Ready?” she asks, beaming.
Alcohol’s made her brave, and perhaps slightly stupid, so Baekhyun takes Jongdae’s hand in hers and marches them both, partially naked and pale as the moon above, into the black ocean.
“Cold,” she shrieks soon afterwards, backing away when the water surges to her belly. “Fuck this.”
Jongdae loops an arm around her waist and pulls. “You gotta go under,” she says, eyes bright and less-than-lucid. “You gotta go under, or it doesn’t count,” she insists, and then shoves Baekhyun into the deep.
Baekhyun resurfaces soaked to the bone and thoroughly pissed off. She opens her mouth with the intent to yell but finds it swiftly covered. Eyes still closed from being underwater, she starts at the feel of a hand in her hair, thumb grazing behind her ear, and Jongdae’s teeth tugging at her lower lip. Jongdae hasn’t gone under, and her mouth is scorching over Baekhyun’s frozen lips. It’s pleasant and languid in a way she hadn’t thought her first kiss with Jongdae would be, and Baekhyun responds lazily, hands slow to cup Jongdae’s waist, the tip of her cold tongue shy against Jongdae’s teeth. They make out until Baekhyun regains some of the feeling in her fingers, but loses all of it in her toes. She pulls away reluctantly, and with a shudder.
“What was that for?” she breathes against Jongdae’s neck.
Jongdae’s lips close over her cheek, her temple, her forehead, kissing the saltwater from her skin. “Figured it was a long time coming,” is the murmured reply.
There’s the sound of splashing on shore, and it has Baekhyun unwinding herself from Jongdae’s warm embrace. She hadn’t realized how far out they’d come; the shoreline is far, and she can see Kyungsoo’s phone held high in the air like a beacon.
Baekhyun laughs through the chattering of her teeth. “Come on, hotlips,” she says, and tugs Jongdae ashore. In a fit of uncharacteristic shyness, Baekhyun brings one arm up to hide her pebbled nipples.
“We thought you guys died-oh.” Chanyeol takes one look at Baekhyun’s swollen lips and the state of her tangled, seaweed-esque hair, and laughs. “The opposite of dying, I see. Kyungs-Kyungsoo! You were wrong! They didn’t kill each other!”
“Unfortunately,” Kyungsoo says lightly, and turns to walk up the beach.
“Here,” a hoarse voice says, and then Tao’s slipping off her leather jacket to slip it over Baekhyun’s shoulders. It looks like she’s is glaring-she very well may be, it’s hard to tell in the dark-but her mouth splits into a quick grin when Baekhyun says thank you.
Jongdae butts her big head in between the two of them and whines, arm solid where it winds around Baekhyun’s naked waist. “But what about me?”
“What about you? You’re not even wet,” Tao intones, eyes narrowed.
Jongdae smirks and splays a hand over Baekhyun’s stomach. “I beg to differ,” says, wiggling her eyebrows.
“Ugh,” says Tao, and she walks away to join the others.
When it’s four in the morning and the girls start losing the battle with the backs of their eyelids, Baekhyun doesn’t think it’s too far-reaching of her to assume that she can share Jongdae’s bed. There are only three bedrooms in the main house, two in the other, and fuck if Baekhyun has to share a bed with Chanyeol.
“But why?” Chanyeol asks, giving Baekhyun her best sleepy-drunk eyes. “I’m a grrrrrrreat bed partner.”
“Yeah but not when it comes to actually sleeping,” Baekhyun says, pinching her friends butt. “You take up the whole damn bed, you and those fucking legs. I don't know why Kyungsoo lets you cuddle with her, I'm surprised you haven't smothered her to death.”
It’s actually Sehun who suggests it from where she’s spooning a conked-out Jongin in the twin bed across the room. Tired of the bickering pair, she says, “Baekhyun, why don’t you just go sleep with Jongdae. She’s got a queen-sized bed, anyway,” and that’s all it takes to get Baekhyun padding down the hall in a cropped sleep shirt and batman panties, pillow dragging from a loose fist, head fuzzy with ideas about big, fluffy beds and Jongdae’s lips on her skin.
She knocks twice but doesn’t wait before entering, figures if Jongdae’s undressed then it’s all the better. But, to her extreme disappointment, that is not what she finds.
Jongdae is not alone.
Usually that wouldn’t surprise her-she knows what Jongdae and Chanyeol get up to in the supply closet, recognizes the funny bowlegged way Chanyeol walks after she's come more than once (Baekhyun can recognize the signs every time, even if she isn't the cause). Plus Jongdae's a serial flirter and good at it, so there's bound to be some positive results, but, of all people, “Kyungsoo?”
They’re sitting at the side of the bed, legs swinging off the high edge. At the sound of the door opening Kyungsoo’s head snaps up, and her long hair tumbles in pretty, dark waves over her tiny shoulders. Her face looks stricken with guilt until she sees it’s just Baekhyun on the other side. Features collapsing into an awkward smile, she says, “Oh, Baekhyun. Uhm, we were just-”
“Yeah, my bad. Carry on.” Shifting her pillow higher up under her arm, Baekhyun closes the door hastily. On her way back to the guest room all she can think about is Jongdae’s hand, heavy and half-hidden, high up on the top of Kyungsoo’s soft, pale thigh.
Chanyeol’s mostly asleep when she returns, and Baekhyun doesn’t check on the two in the bed opposite, just worms her way between Chanyeol and the wall.
“Back so soon?” Chanyeol croaks, voice thick with sleep as she tosses an arm over Baekhyun’s waist.
“Mm,” is all Baekhyun says, and wiggles closer, until Chanyeol’s soft snores cover the thudding of her pulse in her ears. Surprisingly enough she falls asleep quickly, exhausted, lips to Chanyeol’s throat. And she’s fine the next morning, a good (if slightly cramped) eight hours rest soothing her bruised ego. Feeling particularly merciful, she leaves Chanyeol and Sehun and Jongin blissfully asleep and wanders downstairs.
Kyungsoo’s the only other person awake, and Baekhyun finds the girl in the kitchen doing last night’s dishes, sweet thing that she is.
“G’morning,” Baekhyun croaks, and her smile is genuine when Kyungsoo spins to face her.
The other girl looks so startled it’s almost comical. She opens her mouth to speak, closes it, opens it again. She decides on, “Good morning, Baekhyun,” and her voice is groggy but just as euphonic as always. Baekhyun likes the sound of it, absently wonders if Jongdae likes the sound of it too, and then promptly strikes that thought from the record.
Kyungsoo looks like she wants to say something else, but Baekhyun beats her to it.
“Jongdae awake yet? What’s for breakfast?”
Kyungsoo gives her a soft smile. “Jongdae went out, but she says help yourself to whatever you want.”
So of course Baekhyun does-she (with some of Kyungsoo’s help, but only some) pulls together a three-course feast of pancakes and fruit slices and other fixings by the time everyone else wakes up-and she does it all in her underwear.
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The day passes quickly. They spend most of it out under the sun until the late-afternoon Northeastern chill sends them scurrying back inside, beach towels heavy around their necks and bodies kissed bronze. Baekhyun thinks Jongin and Tao look especially gorgeous, and her noisy musings are met with numerous shouts of envious and admiring agreement, much to the two girls’ chagrin.
Dusk follows in much the same fashion as the day prior, and all thirteen girls finds themselves well past tipsy before sunset. Baekhyun watches them all mingle, a bunch of pretty women chattering away over the bass-heavy din of Chanyeol’s favorite pop playlist, and when she sees Jongdae lead Kyungsoo down the hall with a hand on her wrist, she isn’t even that bothered. Her pride smarts a bit, maybe, but Baekhyun just picks up her drink and flounces over to the couch, lands half in Tao’s lap, and props her feet up on Chanyeol’s thighs. She looks at the cards laid out on the low oak coffee table and at her friends’ various states undress (most notably, Luhan’s sitting cross-legged on the floor in nothing but gingham shorts and a hot pink bra, face looking flushed but determined, and Baekhyun doesn’t think it’s fair that a straight girl can be this cute) and says, “Alright, ladies. Deal me in.”
Yards away but still close enough to hear Baekhyun's triumphant crowing, Jongdae looks back at the way Kyungsoo has a hand pressed to her mouth, round eyes wide with laughter, and smiles. “Here,” Jongdae says, voice a rough whisper even though, after the short trek through the grassy side lawn, they’re the only people in the guest house. “Upstairs.”
Jongdae guides Kyungsoo into the nearest bedroom and pulls her closer, hands settling into the giving curves of Kyungsoo’s waist. She dips her head and kisses Kyungsoo’s full mouth, tastes the sharpness of gin on her tongue.
Kyungsoo giggles quietly, lifts two fingers as a buffer between their mouths. “We shouldn’t,” she hisses.
Jongdae walks them to the bed in the corner, and they only stumble once or twice. “Don’t worry,” she replies, kissing the swell of Kyungsoo’s chest through her shirt. “Baekhyun won’t mind.”
Honestly, the prior evening, Jongdae hadn’t even been trying to sleep with Kyungsoo. In the end still, she hadn't, she’d only been listening to a drunk girl babble on and on about whatever it is that makes drunk girls sad (apparently Chanyeol’s mouth is one of those things). But the look on Baekhyun’s face had been way more interesting than anything Kyungsoo had to say, and since Baekhyun already thinks that she and Kyungsoo are fucking around, they might as well do it for real. Jongdae nods to herself, head swimming. Logic.
“Not Baekhyun,” Kyungsoo’s saying, fingers in Jongdae’s hair, scraping along her scalp, “Chanyeol.”
Jongdae coos. “She’s really got you upset, huh? Enough to to crawl into my bed two nights in a row. Don’t worry about her, okay? I’ll make you feel better.”
Kyungsoo just nods, lets Jongdae slip her shirt overhead and pull faint moans out of her mouth from the kisses left all over her smooth skin.
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Sometimes, when Baekhyun's feeling sad, kissing Chanyeol is just about the only thing that makes her feel better (apart from a bottle of tequila). That being said, Baekhyun kisses the other girl when she’s happy, too: when she wants to see that infectious grin from just a bit closer up, wants to feel it with her lips.
This time is neither one of those times.
“Does Kyungsoo seem weird to you?” Chanyeol's asking her. They’re sitting side-by-side on the porch, legs dangling off the edge and into the darkness. Music bumps from inside, a steady pulse over which Sehun had taken control a few hours prior. “I think she’s being weird-weirder than usual, at least.” Chanyeol laughs at her own cleverness but falls silent soon after, gets that dopey look on her face. “I think I-last night-or was it two nights ago? I think I kissed her. Maybe that’s why she’s being so not-Kyungsoo-y. We were really drunk. She didn’t kiss me back, probably ‘cause she’s straight, haha. I don’t know why I did it. We were-I was drunk. Maybe it was just a dream. I hope it was.”
“You’re so stupid,” is all Baekhyun says, and she takes Chanyeol’s face in both hands and yanks it down to hers. Chanyeol’s lips are familiarly warm and familiarly chapped.
“What was that for?” Chanyeol asks, looking dazed as Baekhyun leans away.
“Kyungsoo doesn’t know what she’s missing,” she says, and links their pinkies. The way Chanyeol looks at her is too mushy to handle. Baekhyun’s blush goes thankfully unnoticed under the blanket of nighttime.
“Aw, Baek. Love you, too.”
“Shut up and pucker up, you big dummy,” Baekhyun says heatedly, and brings their mouths together again. She feels Chanyeol smile against her lips, and with a flush of pride Baekhyun figures that if she can’t protect then the least she can do is distract.
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Jongdae likes the sound of Kyungsoo’s whimpers, so she drags her tongue down from Kyungsoo’s neck to hear them raise in volume.
“Take off your bra,” she says quietly, mouth open against Kyungsoo’s throat. When she feels Kyungsoo hesitate, she picks her head up. Kyungsoo’s face burns a brilliant red, and she covers her chest preemptively. Jongdae pouts, kisses the soft pillow of Kyungsoo’s swollen lips. “Please?” When Jongdae gets a hand beneath Kyungsoo’s back, fingers blindly picking at the fastening, the other girl finally speaks.
“Can you turn off the light?”
Jongdae leans back to consider the girl below her, takes in the ample curves and wide stretches of rose-petal skin, and can’t understand why Kyungsoo wouldn’t want to be seen, but says, “Sure,” and flicks off the bedside lamp. The moon is bright where it filters through the blinds, and Jongdae peels off Kyungsoo’s bra, as well as her own shirt, and flings the garments into a dark corner. When Jongdae bends down to take a soft nipple between her lips, Kyungsoo arches up into her, small hands clenching at Jongdae’s shoulders.
“Oh, wow,” she gasps as Jongdae works the flesh in her mouth until it’s stiff and then skips over to the other side.
Kissing all over Kyungsoo’s chest, Jongdae murmurs, “I wish I could see you better.” She can only barely see the pattern of dark freckles on Kyungsoo's skin: a fat beauty mark on her stomach, a few more scattered on her thighs like tiny beads of ink on an oiled surface. As it were, Kyungsoo’s skin looks exquisite beneath the moonlight, but moonlight turns the world gray and Jongdae wants to see the red that dusts Kyungsoo’s cheeks and the rosiness of her nipples and the pink between her thighs. When Kyungsoo covers her belly with her hands in response, Jongdae’s mouth twists to the side. “Anyone would kill to see you better,” is all she says, and scoots down to leave open-mouthed kisses over Kyungsoo’s torso. She plucks the shielding hands away and briefly dips her tongue into Kyungsoo’s bellybutton, much to Kyungsoo's mortification. When Jongdae reaches plain black underwear, she pauses.
“You ever done this before?”
“Mm.”
"Good. Come on,” Jongdae says, and slides up to roll over onto her back. She leans over to kiss a pout off the other’s face, tweaks Kyungsoo’s nipple at the lack of reply.
“Ugh,” Kyungsoo says, shivering. “What?”
Jongdae pats her own chest, just above her sports bra, and says, “Come sit.”
Kyungsoo’s eyes are large moons. “What?”
Jongdae grabs a chunk of Kyungsoo’s upper thigh and eases her over, pulls until Kyungsoo gets the gist and swings her leg over Jongdae’s chest. Jongdae runs appreciative hands up Kyungsoo’s thick thighs, stops when her thumbs are just shy of their apex.
“You’re so soft,” Jongdae praises, almost groaning, and then she’s tapping Kyungsoo’s butt lightly in askance.
“What,” Kyungsoo says again.
“Scooch up. Knees by my head,” Jongdae answers simply, taps a quick rhythm on Kyungsoo’s lower back until she complies.
Kyungsoo doesn’t even get to ask what are you doing before Jongdae tightens her grip, and pushes the girl forward and onto her waiting mouth. Jongdae runs the flat of her tongue up the front of Kyungsoo’s panties a few times, and guides Kyungsoo’s hands to the headboard.
“You’ll want something to hold on to,” Jongdae says smugly, and uses two fingers to peel the sticky underwear to the side. A slow lick up Kyungsoo’s slit has her squealing, chest bouncing as she jerks her hips away. “No no no,” Jongdae murmurs, “that won’t do. Move slower.” Tightening her hold on Kyungsoo’s thigh, she gives her cunt another long, searching lick, sucks at the top, and grins when Kyungsoo jumps. “Slowly,” she reminds softly, and shifts her grip to Kyungsoo’s ass. She grabs a nice handful, hooks her fingers back into the black cotton to keep it pulled to the side, and wiggles her tongue in deep.
Kyungsoo gets the rhythm eventually. After Jongdae has her coming quickly with full-bodied shudders from just pulsing suction over her clit, Kyungsoo gives into temptation and rides Jongdae’s face, fingers white-knuckled at the headboard. Her taste is tangy and heady on Jongdae’s tongue, and Jongdae works a finger inside her to see if she can get more. Kyungsoo makes shy noises, tiny moans that lodge in the back of her throat, escaping only when Jongdae thrusts her fingers just so or flicks her tongue just right.
“So soon?” Jongdae murmurs to herself after Kyungsoo comes a second time, this time from the wicked tricks of Jongdae’s probing fingers.
“Again,” Kyungsoo gasps, tossing her head, her hair spilling down her back, “more.”
So Jongdae gives her more, fucks her with two fingers and a tongue harsh on her clit until Kyungsoo’s writhing and coming all over Jongdae’s chin with huge, breathy sighs. Jongdae forces the other girl onto her back, fingers still moving between her legs, and says, “How about another? Quadruple-double.”
Kyungsoo mutters something incoherently and clamps her thighs tight around Jongdae’s waist when Jongdae’s hand starts to blur between her thighs, the wet slapping noise louder than Kyungsoo’s anguished noises. Jongdae frigs her harder, and when Kyungsoo orgasms a fourth time, thighs shaking and hand pressed to her own throat, Jongdae praises her. “That’s two more than Chanyeol. I’m impressed.”
Kyungsoo groans loudly at the name, and Jongdae’s pretty sure the sheet beneath her is drenched.
“Chanyeol?” Kyungsoo says through a gasp when Jongdae finally pulls away, wipes her hand off on the duvet. “You. Chanyeol?”
“Mm-hmmm.” Jongdae looks up at her and grins wolfishly. “Usually I can only get her to come twice. First time, she came so hard she couldn’t hold herself up afterwards.” Jongdae licks her lips at the memory, and picks up Kyungsoo’s hand to shove it beneath the band of her own shorts. Jongdae’s wet enough already and sighs gratefully when Kyungsoo pushes a thin finger inside of her. Alcohol has made her lips looser and arousal high, and she rocks down onto Kyungsoo’s hand quickly. “You wanna know what she sounds like when I fuck her with my tongue? She’s much louder than you are, a fucking screamer, but you could probably guess that. Moans really low in her throat and gets this face on-” just talking about it gets Jongdae more aroused, and she pauses to remove the last of her clothing, brings Kyungsoo’s other hand up urgently to her breast- “Chanyeol’s face when she comes, God it’s sexy. Nothing else like it, she’s so fucking hot. How’ve you not fucked her yet?” Jongdae’s voice is thin and breathy, she gasps when Kyungsoo works in a second finger and adds the light pressure of a thumb above her clit.
Jongdae is content to babble, reaches back between Kyungsoo’s legs again as she does so, and finds the other girl’s panties newly soaked-through. It sobers her a bit, and she thinks she understands more than she probably should.
“Want me to tell you how she tastes?” Jongdae breathes, sweat beading at the small of her back and between her breasts as she swivels her hips, “because-fuck-she tastes good.” Jongdae licks her lips and slips her hand below Kyungsoo’s waistband, makes quick circles around her swollen clit with two fingers. “Sweet. Peaches and cream-and she comes like a motherfucker. I’m wet up to my forearms whenever I’m through with her.”
Kyungsoo makes a keening noise when Jongdae fucks one finger into her slowly, and Jongdae responds in kind, high moan trailing off to a laugh.
“I have a feeling she’s a squirter. Haven’t had time to test my theory properly yet-fuck Kyungsoo, yes, there-you like the sound of that though, huh? Picture her screaming and coming hard all over your fingers, your face, your tongue, her juices all in your hair.” Jongdae’s bouncing on Kyungsoo’s lap now, forcing the girl’s fingers deep and grinding down onto her palm. Her own hand is fast between Kyungsoo’s legs, and when she feels Kyungsoo clench around her fingers, her body starts to do the same. She bends down to muffle her cry against Kyungsoo’s lips when she comes, torso shivering, over Kyungsoo’s hand; shakes and moans until her release is dripping down Kyungsoo’s wrist.
“Please,” Kyungsoo chokes when Jongdae sits up. “Just, please.”
Forehead sweaty and breathing hard, Jongdae leans down to take a stiff nipple between her lips and teases it with her teeth until Kyungsoo’s trembling, coming with a low sob and a twitch of her hips. Jongdae collapses next to her, and for a while there’s only the sound of their labored breathing.
“Damn,” Jongdae whispers eventually, already wistful, “that was so hot.”
Kyungsoo punches her hard in the shoulder, enough to draw a legitimate wince, and then laughs in spite of her herself as Jongdae draws up the blanket.
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Baekhyun isn’t sad to say that most of break passes in a similar way. She learns to be even more wary of closed doors (Jongin is cute, yes, but Baekhyun never wants to see her spread out naked on a bed ever, ever again), and she learns via copious amounts of alcohol that the Kinsey scale is a real thing (“I’ve never done this before,” Luhan had said after she’d dragged a willing Baekhyun with her into a closet, and bolted the door), and she also learns that Luhan does, in fact, taste as good as she looks (“Baekhyun-Baekhyun! Oh, God.” Luhan had knocked over an excessive amount of cleaning supplies and toilet rolls, Baekhyun’s mouth on her neck and hand between her thighs. “I prefer Goddess,” Baekhyun’d replied smoothly, before sinking to her knees).
The third day they’re back on campus, spring break is but an ephemeral daydream, lasting only in the honeyed lacquer of their skin and in awkward chunks of sun-bleached hair and in the glowing white stripes of uneven tanlines. So, knee-deep in the castoffs of her own procrastination and desiring a break of a different nature, Baekhyun flees her studio to pay a visit to a friend.
Kyungsoo's studio is downtown and the night air is balmy on Baekhyun's skin, almost tropical in its humidity. She's sweating by the time she arrives, perspiration pimpling on her nose and above her upper lip. The interior architecture building is made of cool, glass walls, and Baekhyun slips into the air conditioned entryway with a grateful sigh. It’s a Friday night and the studio’s empty of any others, so Baekhyun spots Kyungsoo instantly, the diligent IntAr student hunched over her desk, shoulders tense and glasses slipping down her face. Baekhyun had stopped by the 7-11 on her way and, after making a brief trip to the studio kitchen, she slides a bowl of instant ramen across Kyungsoo’s cluttered table. Kyungsoo barely looks up but does say thank you, and proceeds eat without taking her eyes off of her plans.
“So,” Baekhyun starts, plopping down into a nearby chair.
Kyungsoo slurps.
“Soooo,” Baekhyun says again, kicking a leg out. It catches on Kyungsoo’s chair and the girl spins reluctantly towards her, regards Baekhyun the way one might regard a particularly pesky insect high up on a wall, too out of reach to do anything but suffer in its presence.
“What.”
“How many times did you sleep with Jongdae over break?” Baekhyun watches with satisfaction as Kyungsoo blanches, but then her smirk softens. “Be honest.”
“Dunno,” Kyungsoo hedges, still unsure of her friend’s mood. Their interests have never really overlapped (apart from Chanyeol, but Kyungsoo’s never actually acted upon that impulse), Kyungsoo can't decipher if Baekhyun's curious, jealous, proud, or some convoluted mix of the three, sprinkled with a look of superior indifference that has her small face tightening in an effort to keep it straight.
To make her stance more clear, Baekhyun says, “Don’t worry about me, I don’t give a shit.” And really, she doesn’t. Luhan wet and begging for her mouth, so fucking sexy, easily trumps a spontaneous ocean liplock. Then Baekhyun thinks about Chanyeol’s lips instead, hot and desperate on her inner thighs, and it hardens her resolve. “Chanyeol says she kissed you, is that true?” At the look on Kyungsoo’s face, Baekhyun hums. “I see.”
Kyungsoo’s face grows cold. “What, so you and Jongdae are the only ones she can kiss? Grow up, Baek, not everyone belongs to you." And then, softer, because Kyungsoo hates it when she lets herself get riled but by Baekhyun's idiocy, "You can't have everyone."
Yes I can, Baekhyun thinks childishly, and almost rolls her eyes. She stands, backpack strap slipping off one shoulder. “You know she thought you were completely straight, right? Until Jongdae.” Then she scoffs. “This is actually so dumb, wow, I refuse to be a part of this soap opera. Anyway, just figured I’d let you know… I don't even know. But! If you don’t make her wait too long she’ll tohhh-tally kiss you again.”
With that said, Baekhyun walks away, feeling very pleased with herself for getting the last word in. She doesn't return to her own studio, as she probably should, just makes late-night calls on unsuspecting others that had been spared Baekhyun's presence these past few days. She gets drawn into a party at Irene's (or, more accurately, she appears on Irene's doorstep with an metal hip flask and a charming smile, and the party follows afterwards) and harasses Chanyeol over the phone until the other girl abandons her plans of a quiet night in to comply with Baekhyun's beckoning.
"So," Baekhyun says, much the same way as she'd started her conversation with Kyungsoo. They're leaning against the wall outside of a bathroom, and overhead a string of red pepper lights is hung from nails in the crown moulding. Politely, she offers Chanyeol her flask.
Chanyeol takes a swig and grimaces. "What?"
"I saw Kyungsoo today."
Chanyeol grimaces again and brings the thin aluminum flask back to her lips. It glints red in the low light.
"You know I hate meddling-"
A bit of liquid dribbles from Chanyeol's lips. "You? I don't think we know the same Baekhyun."
"You know I hate meddling," Baekhyun repeats, and presses on, "but I, out of the goodness of my heart, am going to do you a Big Fucking Favor."
"Your last big fucking favor got me banned from both the cafeterias. And I had to do dishes at the café for like, a month."
Baekhyun waves away her friend's doubtfulness. "I know you know that Jongdae sunk her claws into Kyungsoo over a break, and I also know you're a big fucking softie so you'll never say anything."
"It was Jongdae's house. We're all friends. It's no big deal." Chanyeol's shrug is more pitiful than casual, and it has Baekhyun luring the other girl deeper down the hall, away from other partygoers.
"I also know that Kyungsoo knows that you know what you know, and that she feels sad about it." Baekhyun says loftily.
"But does Jongdae know that we all know?"
"Does Jongdae care?"
"Hm, true." Chanyeol pauses, takes another sip. "Does she know about the other thing? Wait, no no, don't answer that. A-hem, well. Since I know that Kyungsoo knows that I know, should I let her know? Do I want her to know that I know that she knows I know?"
Baekhyun takes back her flask and raises a brow. "Up to you."
Chanyeol nods to herself once, squints, and then nods again.
When she turns to leave, Baekhyun hollers after her. "She's in her studio!"
Chanyeol shouts back from the end of the hall, goofy grin pulling her lips apart. "I know!"
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Once they start their final projects, most of them stop going to Wednesday club meets. Not coming this week either? Jongdae’s text reads, and when Baekhyun replies with Can’t, too busy, it is isn’t a lie. She's run into Minseok at the dining hall late one Wednesday evening, so she guesses that even he’s not going either. Baekhyun probably should go, just to smack some balls around, relieve some stress, make fun of Jongdae’s face, but she honestly can't afford the time.
The next message comes a few days later, when Baekhyun is in the middle of helping Chanyeol work the lighting for her film. Chanyeol groans when Baekhyun walks away to check her phone.
We’ve got a friendly versus Dartmouth this weekend, main gym. Wanna come watch? Haven’t seen your ugly face in a minute
“Hey,” Baekhyun calls out, and Chanyeol looks up from her thirty-five millimeter, hair unruly around her big ears and eyes framed by heavy, dark circles. “Wanna go see Jongdae kick some ass this weekend?”
“Is it even volleyball season?”
Baekhyun shrugs. “Just a scrimmage, I think. Probably to stay on top of their game, or something.”
Chanyeol says, “Sure, why not,” and they rope Kyungsoo into coming too, and then the rest of the Wednesday night gang, and before they know it it’s Saturday, the noon sun high under a sharp blue sky.
They’re early. The match doesn't start till around one, maybe two in the afternoon, but Baekhyun had insisted they go early. The other team hasn't arrived yet, neither have any other spectators, and so Baekhyun whistles and yowls and catcalls while the girls warm up. When Luhan had first seen her she'd blushed, but was quick to recover and send Baekhyun a flirty wink.
"I'm telling you, we're meant to be, she's The One," Baekhyun gloats after the sweeping gesture of a supposed fainting spell. She blows Luhan a kiss.
"Whaaat," a voice whines from behind her, and Baekhyun jumps two feet from her bleacher seat, smacks Jongdae on the stomach. Jongdae laughs loudly and squeezes in between Baekhyun and Chanyeol, uniform creasing at the tops of her thighs. "What about me?"
"What about you," Baekhyun replies with a grin, and flicks at Jongdae's ear.
Jongdae stops smiling to watch her seriously for a moment, eyes searching over Baekhyun's face. Baekhyun, uncomfortable at the sudden attention, says, rather gruffly, "What."
"You look tired. Been working hard?" Jongdae reaches up to push a defiant strand of hair behind Baekhyun's ear, and her hand lingers on Baekhyun's neck before pulling away.
Baekhyun blushes even though she really really doesn't want to. And, to her complete embarrassment, she finds herself looking down almost shyly, thumbs pressed together in her lap. Has Jongdae always been so smooth? Is this the extent of her true power? Fleetingly, she thinks of her two friends. No wonder. They didn't stand a chance. "Finals," Baekhyun answers after composing herself.
Jongdae nods understandingly, even though she really has no idea what a graphic design final entails. "I'm glad you came out today, then. It's good for you to take a break every now and then," Jongdae says, and then bites her lip, eyes dipping down to Baekhyun's mouth. "And it's good to see you, too."
The quick look leaves Baekhyun a little breathless, suddenly aware at how close they're sitting together: the proximity of Jongdae's lips to the side of her neck, how warm Jongdae's thigh is against hers even through the layers of their clothing, and, bizarrely, the incredible length of Jongdae's eyelashes. Stop! Baekhyun wants to cry, you can't beat me at my own game!
"Jongdae!" someone calls from the court (it sounds like Tao but Baekhyun doesn't turn to check, eyes still flicking over the sharp angles of Jongdae's face, just inches from hers, fuck-), "stop flirting! We've gotta heat up! Volleyball, remember?"
Before Jongdae turns away she leans in the last few inches, leaves the light touch of her lips to the corner of Baekhyun's mouth. "Volleyball?" she calls out as she moves to get up, "What's that?"
Baekhyun honestly doesn’t know what comes over her, figures maybe it was the two shots of liquid luck she’d downed before leaving her apartment, but she snags Jongdae's wrist and drags the other girl back to her. She tugs and pulls until Jongdae's face is in front of hers again, and then she kisses that confident smile soundly off of Jongdae's mouth. When she pulls away with a smack of her lips Jongdae looks stunned, but her eyes are soon curving up in pleasure.
“For good luck,” Baekhyun explains, slightly winded, grinning with all of her teeth.
Jongdae’s lips curl, and her eyelids lower. “I’ll need more than that for good luck,” she replies, and leans back in.
From beside them, Chanyeol hoots.
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The supply closet, unsurprisingly enough, seems to be Jongdae's setting of choice-yes, Baekhyun knows Chanyeol was here, on her knees, some six weeks ago; no, it doesn't bother her. She wonders about it in a nonchalant way, wonders if this was one of the times Chanyeol’d stepped out of the crowded room with a droopy eyes and a slight limp; or if maybe it was reversed, if Chanyeol twisted her fingers in that way that always makes Baekhyun scream, if Jongdae was the one who'd come out of it bowlegged.
"What are you thinking about?" Jongdae whispers, smoothing a thumb over Baekhyun's brow and kissing the freckle at the corner of her thin upper lip.
"Wondering why your still talking," Baekhyun murmurs, and pulls the other girl in by the back of her head. Eventually her hands slip from their clasp around Jongdae’s neck and trail down Jongdae's front. She likes the small handfuls of Jongdae's chest, likes the way Jongdae pushes up so eagerly into her, likes the way Jongdae seems hellbent on stealing all the breath from Baekhyun's lungs. Pulling away with a small, huffing laugh, Baekhyun asks, "Don't you have a game to go play?"
"Don't get smart with me," Jongdae says, grin pushed into the crook of Baekhyun's neck. She unbuttons Baekhyun's plaid shirt with steady fingers, lips quick to cover the exposed flesh. "And didn't you just ask me to stop talking? Make up your mind, sweet thing."
Baekhyun laughs again. It gets cut off by the way she has to bite her lip at the feel of Jongdae's palms on her bare stomach. Still, she manages, "Sweet thing?"
"Mm," Jongdae murmurs, the slide of her tongue bringing her lower and lower. When she's finally on her knees, fingers curling over the waist of Baekhyun's jean shorts, she says quietly, almost to herself, "Are you sweet, though?"
Baekhyun drops her hands to her fastenings and undoes them slowly. "I don't know, hotlips. Why don't you find out?"
Jongdae's silent after that, ridding Baekhyun of her shorts but leaving floral-printed underwear. Her mouth hovers over Baekhyun's lower thigh, and she drops it over a freckle she finds there.
“You really like being on your knees, huh?” Baekhyun questions breathlessly, fingers now tight in Jongdae’s hair, anticipation making her skin crawl.
Jongdae noses across her thigh, leaves a kiss mark above the back of a knee that she drapes over her shoulder. “Just for you,” she croons, tongue skipping up to curl around the edge of Baekhyun’s underwear.
“Oh bullshit,” Baekhyun says, but she’s laughing, so Jongdae laughs too, breath warm against wet flesh as she slides Baekhyun’s panties down her legs. Baekhyun lets her raised leg fall in order to shimmy out of them, and when Jongdae hefts it back up over her shoulder all that remains between Jongdae’s mouth and Baekhyun’s cunt is the thick, dark air. Shifting closer, Jongdae holds Baekhyun by two hands on the backs of her legs, presses her nose to Baekhyun’s crotch, and inhales.
Excitement skitters up her spine, but even Baekhyun has enough shame to be slightly mortified. She knocks a fist lightly to Jongdae’s temple. “Cut it out, dumbass” she warns.
Jongdae just breathes in again, louder this time, on purpose. Her exhale is a low laugh, and the puffs of air that kiss Baekhyun’s skin make her hot all over. Then Jongdae’s leaning back, poking her head out from between Baekhyun's legs to look up. She smirks. “What did Chanyeol say about me?” Slowly, she drags fingers up Baekhyun’s thigh, and brings the feather-light touch down Baekhyun’s slit.
Baekhyun moans, hips pushing up. “She said you’re good,” she mumbles, breath hiccuping when she feels a thumb make lazy circles around her clit, “really good.”
“Mm.” Jongdae kisses her knee. “And Kyungsoo? I know you, you asked.”
Baekhyun tilts her head back and tries hard to think over the way Jongdae has three fingers rubbing up and down her cunt, massaging her nice and slow. Fucking tease. How am I so wet already? Baekhyun grudgingly calls to mind the way Kyungsoo’d blushed when Baekhyun had asked her, how Kyungsoo couldn’t seem to find words for the feeling of Jongdae’s tongue inside her pussy.
“Speechless,” is how Baekhyun answers, nodding back down.
Jongdae looks pleased. “Now if only we could get you to that point.”
“Me? Speechless? Never,” Baekhyun laughs, shudders when she feels Jongdae’s lips high up on her inner thigh.
“We’ll see about that,” Jongdae sighs. She spreads Baekhyun apart with two fingers, and gives her a long, unhurried lick up her center.
Jongdae eats her out until she’s dripping, open shirt billowing as she shudders, and rocking her hips gently onto Jongdae’s face. Jongdae thinks the noises Baekhyun makes are even sweeter than her taste, tiny sighs from a tight throat that get drawn out into loud wails when Jongdae crooks her fingers. Jongdae has two fingers inside of her and pumps them quickly, tries to lap up the resulting wetness, but succeeds mostly in just spreading it all over her cheeks and chin. Chest heaving, Baekhyun gives a startled shout of Jongdae’s name when she feels a third finger slide lower. Jongdae uses her free hand to tilt Baekhyun’s hips higher, and then she puts her mouth where her ring finger probes, delights to hear Baekhyun’s ragged groan. Once Baekhyun’s nice and wet there, Jongdae pushes her finger in slowly, and licks back up to Baekhyun's sopping slit.
“Christ, Jongdae,” Baekhyun murmurs, eyes screwed shut and lip bitten white between her teeth. When Jongdae quickens the movements of her hand, Baekhyun tightens her grip on Jongdae’s head, short strands slipping through her fingers as her body shakes. Her other hand slides into the cup of her bra, and she teases herself while Jongdae licks up a fire deep in her belly. “Jongdae-oh. Aw God, Jongdae. Fuck, please,” she begs, hips lurching upwards.
Jongdae doesn’t respond, just kisses her clit before sucking it between her lips. But that’s answer enough for Baekhyun, because she comes hard enough to have her squealing, legs clamping around Jongdae’s head to hold the girl in place while she rides it through, rocking her cunt back and forth from Jongdae’s chin to the tip of her nose. When Baekhyun stops moving, Jongdae flattens her tongue and brings it straight up. She laps as she slides her fingers fully out, and catches Baekhyun’s release on her tongue. Brushing her mouth over the small rectangular patch of hair, she gives it a final kiss before bringing her head up.
“C’mere,” Baekhyun says, eyes heavy, grin lazy and sated and oh-so-pleased.
Jongdae slides up her body eagerly, meets Baekhyun’s mouth with her own. Baekhyun licks at the corners of Jongdae’s mouth until her body, soothed and lethargic, has her pulling away to yawn. Jongdae uses it as an excuse to bite down her jaw and leave lovebites on her slim throat. “Shit, you’re delicious,” she says, and brings a hand up to cup Baekhyun between her legs again. Baekhyun moans at the touch to her swollen skin, and moans again when it’s taken away. Jongdae licks the slick from her palm and fingers before she seals their mouths together again.
Baekhyun, polite girl that she is, even fucked silly and sore, knows to mind her manners. She feels Jongdae, hot and wet, grinding down slowly on her thigh, so she makes to worm her fingers into Jongdae’s tight uniform shorts. The other girl stops her.
Baekhyun frowns. “Let me,” she whines, voice husky. “Please?”
Jongdae shakes her head, looking regretful, and holds Baekhyun’s hand flat to her stomach. Her movements slow until it’s just the subtle push of her hips down onto Baekhyun’s leg. “Nu-uh,” she explains eventually, throat constricted. “I play better like this.”
“Horny?”
“I prefer to call it worked-up. Keeps me focused.”
Baekhyun rolls her eyes fondly. “You’re so weird.”
Wordlessly, Jongdae muscles her up higher against the wall. “How ‘bout you just gimme one more kiss, instead. Up top. For luck.”
“For luck, huh?” Baekhyun muses, and presses her lips chastely to the corner of Jongdae’s glowing smile. “Knock ‘em dead.”
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Baekhyun, even though she’s seen Jongdae play before, is surprised by how ferocious Jongdae is on the court. She’s used to the other girl’s courtside jeering, her springy attitude, the way she’ll grin at anyone looking her way. Now, in a real match, the only thing that Baekhyun recognizes is that smile, and even then it’s decisively more feral.
Her nails dig into her palms every time Jongdae slides to her knees in a dig-it happens often, Jongdae rarely lets anything get by her, even blocked spikes that fall close to the net.
Baekhyun thinks she likes the sound of Jongdae’s voice, the way she calls out got it! so surely before every tumble, an added instrument to a song Baekhyun’s had on repeat since that first day of practice in junior high. When Jongdae’s last save guides their team to match point, Chanyeol gets up on the stands next to Baekhyun and shouts, “That’s our girl!” and Baekhyun can’t help but grin at the way Kyungsoo pulls her back down, hand urgent at Chanyeol’s lower back, muttering something that sounds like Chanyeol it’s just a scrimmage, calm down, you’ll embarrass her.
But then there are two rows of bright teeth and a pair of sickle-shaped eyes beaming up at them from the court, so Baekhyun doesn’t think that Jongdae minds.