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Jaeyi laid on the floor, her breath shaky, eyes lowered. Her usual smirk, the one she wore like armor, was gone. In its place was something rawer. Something real. The hem of her blouse was torn, her cheek still flushed from Seulgi’s earlier slap, not out of anger, but correction.
From the armchair, Seulgi watched her with an unreadable expression. One leg crossed neatly over the other, her hand resting on her thigh, fingers slowly tapping against the polished wood of her chair.
“Look at me,” Seulgi said, voice low and even.
Jaeyi obeyed instantly.
It was a strange sight, Jaeyi, the girl who never bowed her head to anyone, now trembling under Seulgi’s gaze. The girl who used to pull Seulgi’s hair in the hallway, who laughed as she pushed her into lockers, who once said, you’re nothing without me, now kneeling, eyes glossy, lips parted like she was about to beg.
“Do you remember what I told you the last time you tried to humiliate me in front of your friends?” Seulgi asked, voice calm but laced with warning.
Jaeyi nodded slowly. “You said… I’d regret it.”
“And do you?”
“Yes, Seulgi.” Her voice was barely a whisper. “I regret it.”
Seulgi leaned forward, resting her elbow on her knee, inspecting the girl who once had all the power. “It’s funny. You made me feel so small for so long. But look at you now. I barely have to raise my voice, and you’re crawling.”
A shiver ran through Jaeyi. Her body betrayed her, thrived under the weight of Seulgi’s words, the cold steel of her attention.
“You belong here,” Seulgi continued, her voice softening, almost tender. “At my feet. Not because I forced you. But because deep down, you want this. Don’t you?”
Jaeyi swallowed. “Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes, Seulgi. I want to be yours.”
Seulgi smiled, slow and deliberate. “Then prove it.”
Jaeyi leaned forward and pressed her lips to the top of Seulgi’s boot, reverent, trembling. She stayed there, forehead resting against her mistress’s foot, until Seulgi touched her chin and guided her gaze upward.
“I’ve seen the way some of the others look at you,” Seulgi murmured. “Like they think they have a chance. Like they don’t know you already belong to someone.”
“They don’t matter,” Jaeyi said quickly, desperately. “Only you.”
Seulgi tilted her head, her fingers trailing over Jaeyi’s cheek, down to her throat. “If your friends ask you to leave with them again, what will you say?”
“I’ll laugh in their faces,” Jaeyi whispered. “I’d rather be yours in chains than free with someone else.”
A satisfied hum left Seulgi’s throat. She leaned back in her chair, eyes gleaming. “Good girl.”
And Jaeyi, the proud, untouchable Jaeyi, smiled through tears, basking in her Seulgi´s praise. Because here, beneath Seulgi’s heel, she wasn’t lost. She wasn’t a monster. She was wanted. Owned. And more loved than she’d ever been.
Jaeyi whimpered softly, still in Seulgi’s arms, her breath ragged against the firm pressure at her throat. The chokehold was steady, not crushing, but dominating. Her vision pulsed at the edges, every nerve focused on Seulgi’s touch.
Then came the crack.
Seulgi’s palm met the swell of Jaeyi’s ass, sharp and deliberate. The sound echoed, brutal in the silence. Jaeyi jolted, her body twitching, a shudder running up her spine.
A gasp tore from her lips, half shock, half something shamefully needy. And Seulgi felt it, the way Jaeyi’s thighs trembled, the way her hips instinctively lifted into the next blow that never came.
“Oh?” Seulgi’s lips curled into a smirk against Jaeyi’s ear. “You liked that.”
Jaeyi didn’t speak. Couldn’t. Her mouth opened, but the only sound that escaped was a soft, broken moan.
“Such a dirty girl,” Seulgi whispered. Her fingers slid slowly down, trailing between Jaeyi’s legs with infuriating leisure. “Dripping all over the floor like a bitch in heat. All because I slapped you like the brat you are.”
Two fingers found her slit, hot and slick and shamefully responsive. Seulgi didn’t even need to push in. She just dragged her fingertips through the wetness, coating them in proof of Jaeyi’s descent.
“You’re soaked,” Seulgi purred. “I’ve barely touched you, and look at you. Completely undone. All it takes is my hand at your throat and a slap to your ass, and you forget how to act.”
Jaeyi groaned, hips bucking helplessly. Her mind was a blur, her pride long drowned beneath the flood of sensation.
“Pathetic,” Seulgi murmured, tightening her grip around Jaeyi’s throat just a little. Not to hurt. Just to remind her. “You used to think you were above me. Now you’re just another toy to tease. Another baby to discipline.”
Another sharp smack to her ass made Jaeyi cry out, the sound muffled by pleasure. Her legs spread wider without thinking, offering herself up like it was instinct.
“You want more, don’t you?”
Jaeyi nodded desperately, throat tightening under Seulgi’s grasp. “Y-Yes, Seulgi, please- ”
Seulgi chuckled darkly, fingers returning to Jaeyi’s slit, this time circling her clit with infuriating lightness. Just enough to make her twitch, never enough to satisfy.
“You’ll take what I give you,” she whispered, dragging her fingers back down to gather more wetness. “And you’ll thank me for it.”
And Jaeyi would. Because in this moment, bound by Seulgi’s hand, humiliated and adored in equal measure, she knew one thing:
She had never belonged to anyone.
But she belonged to Seulgi now.
Completely.
Jaeyi’s moans were getting louder now, desperate, broken sounds spilling from her lips as Seulgi’s fingers continued their cruel dance between her legs. The pressure at her throat stayed firm, perfect, just enough to make her dizzy, to keep her floating in that space between pain and pleasure where her pride couldn’t reach her.
“Such a good slut for me,” Seulgi murmured, her lips brushing the shell of Jaeyi’s ear. “You act like you're so composed, so powerful in front of everyone else… but I see the truth. I own the truth.”
Another smack landed on Jaeyi’s ass, making her arch back with a strangled cry, her body jerking against Seulgi’s grip. Her knees were slipping on the tile, her body trembling with every drag of Seulgi’s fingers through her soaked folds.
“You’re lucky I’m feeling generous tonight,” Seulgi went on, dragging her tongue slowly across the curve of Jaeyi’s jaw. “Otherwise, I’d leave you like this. Ruined. Begging. And untouched.”
“N-No-” Jaeyi choked, her voice high and wrecked. “Please… please don’t stop…”
Seulgi’s laugh was low, dark, and delicious. “You beg so sweetly, Jaeyi. Who would’ve thought? The school’s golden girl, the untouchable ice queen, mewling like a bitch in heat just because I have my hand on your throat and my fingers on your filthy little cunt.”
She plunged two fingers into her without warning, deep, unrelenting. Jaeyi’s scream was guttural, echoing off the walls as her body convulsed. Seulgi didn’t stop, didn’t ease up. Her fingers curled just right, just enough to make Jaeyi see stars.
And still, Seulgi held her there. Kept her pinned in place, chokehold firm, hips locked behind Jaeyi’s as she fucked her fingers into her mercilessly.
“You feel that?” she hissed into Jaeyi’s ear. “That’s what happens when you give yourself to someone who knows what to do with you.”
Jaeyi couldn’t speak anymore. Could barely breathe. Her hands clawed at the floor, her voice a string of nonsense and pleas, her body shaking so violently Seulgi had to hold her tighter just to keep her upright.
Then Seulgi leaned in, kissed her temple with something almost gentle.
“You’re mine,” she whispered, slower now. “Say it.”
“I’m yours,” Jaeyi gasped, eyes rolling back. “Only yours, please- Seulgi, don’t stop, don’t ever- ”
Seulgi’s lips curved into something darkly affectionate.
“Oh, my sweet broken thing,” she breathed. “You don’t get to tell me when to stop.”
Jaeyi was shaking.
Her body writhed helplessly beneath Seulgi’s grip, her thighs trembling, her breath ragged. Every nerve was screaming, flushed with heat, soaked with need. Seulgi’s fingers worked her skillfully, curling deep inside her, dragging out broken gasps with every slow, torturous thrust.
But just when Jaeyi’s muscles started to tighten, when her toes curled and her voice pitched into a sharp whimper,
Seulgi stopped.
Jaeyi cried out, almost a sob. “No, no, please, Seulgi, I- ”
“You thought I was going to let you come?” Seulgi whispered, her voice silk-wrapped steel. “You haven’t earned that yet.”
She pulled her fingers out, achingly slow, coated in slick warmth, and let them linger against Jaeyi’s inner thigh, just enough to tease, to remind her what she could have, if only she’d break just a little more.
Jaeyi was panting, her forehead pressed to the floor, her ass still raised like an offering. Her whole body ached, her cunt clenching uselessly around nothing, empty and desperate.
“I can feel how close you were,” Seulgi said, gripping Jaeyi’s jaw and forcing her to look back. “You were right there. Did you think I wouldn’t notice?”
Her other hand stayed at Jaeyi’s throat, applying just enough pressure to keep her in that fuzzy, floaty space, helpless, obedient, undone.
“I want you to stay there,” Seulgi continued, her voice low and cruel and intoxicating. “Want you trembling. Want you wet. Want you needing.”
She brought her wet fingers to Jaeyi’s lips.
“Suck.”
Jaeyi obeyed instantly, moaning around them, tasting herself, worshipping whatever Seulgi gave her.
“You’re such a good girl when you’re broken like this,” Seulgi whispered, brushing sweat-damp hair from Jaeyi’s cheek. “And you’re going to stay right there, on the edge, for as long as I want.”
Her hand moved between Jaeyi’s legs again, but this time only to circle, to tease, to torment. Never enough. Always just shy.
“I want you begging like your life depends on it,” Seulgi hissed, fingers playing over her clit with featherlight pressure. “I want you crying, begging me to let you come, even though you know I won’t.”
Jaeyi moaned, high and wrecked, her voice cracking. “Please, Seulgi, please, I can’t- please- ”
Seulgi smiled darkly, dragging her soaked fingers slowly back down again.
“Yes, you can.”
And Jaeyi, desperate, dripping, denied, could only nod through her tears, because Seulgi was right.
She could.
Because Seulgi said so.
Jaeyi was a mess. Her body trembled violently, her voice hoarse from begging, every part of her slick and flushed and aching. Her ass was still raised, her knees sore, her face wet with tears she hadn’t even noticed falling. She had stopped pretending she had pride, stopped pretending she could endure without falling apart.
And still, Seulgi didn’t let her come.
“You’re holding on so well, baby,” Seulgi purred, crouched beside her now, her hand still wrapped lightly around Jaeyi’s throat like a collar. “But I can feel it. You’re right there, aren’t you?”
Jaeyi sobbed, nodding frantically. “Please, Seulgi- please, I’m begging- ”
“You are,” Seulgi murmured approvingly, stroking her fingers gently across Jaeyi’s inner thigh, teasing the hypersensitive skin around her folds without giving her what she wanted. “You’re begging so beautifully. Look at you. Thought you were above me. Now you’d do anything, anything, just to come on my fingers.”
Jaeyi whimpered, pressing her hips back for any pressure, any contact, her voice reduced to broken, desperate sounds.
“You ready to say it?” Seulgi asked, leaning in close. “You ready to give me everything?”
Jaeyi gasped, her voice splintering under the weight of her desperation. “Yes, yes, it’s yours, everything, I’m yours, I can’t take it anymore, please, ”
And Seulgi smiled.
“Then come for me.”
Her fingers slid inside again, deep and merciless. Her other hand tightened around Jaeyi’s throat, not too much, but enough to make her vision blur, her breath catch, her entire world narrow down to nothing but the stretch of Seulgi’s fingers and the permission she’d been dying for.
It took seconds.
Jaeyi shattered, body locking up, back arching violently as the orgasm tore through her. She cried out Seulgi’s name like it was a prayer and a confession all at once, sobbing as wave after wave slammed into her, leaving her twitching, gasping, completely wrecked.
Seulgi didn’t stop until Jaeyi collapsed fully into her arms, limp and sobbing against her chest.
She loosened her grip, cradled her gently now, fingers stroking through sweat-drenched hair.
“That’s it,” Seulgi whispered, voice softer now, still possessive but almost reverent. “That’s my girl.”
And Jaeyi, utterly broken, finally satisfied, entirely owned, could only cling to her in silence, her body and soul handed over without question.
She had nothing left.
Except Seulgi.
And Seulgi would never let her go.
Jaeyi barely had time to catch her breath, her body limp, trembling, soaked in sweat and slick. Her thighs twitched with every brush of air, every ghost of Seulgi’s touch. She was a mess.
But Seulgi wasn’t done.
She shifted Jaeyi gently onto her back, straddling her hips, hands gliding up her stomach with a deliberate slowness that made Jaeyi gasp.
“You’re so pretty like this,” Seulgi murmured, dragging her fingers just beneath the curve of Jaeyi’s breasts. “Red and shaking and fucked open.”
Jaeyi whimpered, arching slightly into her touch, even though every nerve was screaming.
Seulgi’s eyes darkened.
“Sensitive?”
Jaeyi nodded, breathless. “Too much.”
Seulgi leaned down, lips brushing over one nipple without actually touching it. “Good.”
She wrapped her lips around it then, slow and warm, and Jaeyi moaned , her back bowing instantly.
“F-fuck, Seulgi-!”
Seulgi didn’t stop.
Her mouth closed around Jaeyi’s nipple, sucking just enough to make her body jolt. Her tongue flicked, slow and cruel, while her other hand came up to toy with the neglected one, rolling it between her fingers, pinching just slightly.
Jaeyi cried out, hands flying to Seulgi’s shoulders, trying to push and pull at the same time.
“I can’t-”
“Yes, you can,” Seulgi said, her voice low and firm against her skin. “You can take it. You want to. Your body’s begging for it.”
And she was right.
Even as tears welled up in her eyes, Jaeyi’s hips rolled upward, her legs falling open again without command, her body betraying her completely.
Seulgi alternated between soft flicks of her tongue and sharp, aching sucks, moving between each nipple like she was learning her by heart.
Every sound Jaeyi made drove her deeper into it, those broken whimpers, the cracked moans, the way she whispered please like a prayer.
“Such a good girl,” Seulgi murmured, licking slow stripes across her chest now, soothing and tormenting in the same breath. “Falling apart just from my mouth.”
Jaeyi sobbed, thighs clenching. “I- Seulgi- I'm gonna-”
So close. So close. Still not allowed.
“Please,” Jaeyi choked out again, voice barely holding. “Seulgi- please, I need to-”
Seulgi silenced her with a kiss to her collarbone, slow and maddeningly gentle. “You’re not coming yet,” she murmured. “Not until I say.”
And then she moved lower.
Jaeyi’s breath caught. She tried to brace herself, but her body was too weak, too wrung out from the endless denial.
Seulgi’s mouth closed over her nipple, warm and soft, and Jaeyi screamed.
Her back arched off the bed, legs kicking weakly. “No- no, I can’t, I can’t-”
But Seulgi just sucked harder.
Her tongue flicked in slow, cruel circles, her other hand gently tweaking the neglected one, just enough to keep her body twitching.
“You're so sensitive,” Seulgi purred between licks, dragging her teeth gently across the swollen bud. “Every inch of you’s begging for it.”
Her fingers slid down again, brushing Jaeyi’s soaked folds, but still not giving her what she needed. Not even close. Just featherlight teasing, cruel pressure around her clit.
Jaeyi was a mess, panting, crying, her hands fisting the sheets.
“Please, Seulgi, I’ll do anything- please, just let me-”
“No.”
One word. Sharp. Final.
Seulgi switched sides, lips latching onto the other nipple, and Jaeyi broke.
She sobbed, whole body jerking with each suck, each flick of Seulgi’s tongue, each ghost of a touch between her thighs. Her nipples were throbbing now, painfully hard, heat coiling in her stomach so tightly she thought she might come just from this, just from Seulgi’s mouth and her voice and the aching pressure building, building, building-
And still, no release.
“You’re going to stay right here,” Seulgi whispered, letting go of her nipple with a soft pop , the sound obscene in the silence. “On the edge. Crying for me. Needing me so bad it hurts. ”
Her fingers slipped lower, circling Jaeyi’s entrance, dragging her slick upward to coat her swollen clit, one slow, barely-there stroke.
Jaeyi screamed , her thighs clamping around Seulgi’s wrist, her hips rising helplessly.
“You’re mine,” Seulgi said, her voice dark and possessive. “And you’ll take what I give you. Nothing more.”
Jaeyi couldn’t form words anymore. Just broken sounds. Whimpers. Pleas without meaning.
And Seulgi watched her fall apart, chest heaving, nipples wet and red, cunt clenching around nothing.
Right on the edge. Again. Still.
And Seulgi hadn’t even started yet.
Jaeyi was shaking. Not just trembling, but fully, uncontrollably shaking. Her body ached from the inside out, every nerve screaming, every muscle tight with need. Her nipples were red, glistening with Seulgi’s spit. Her thighs were spread wide, helpless, her cunt dripping and untouched where it mattered most.
And still, still , Seulgi hadn’t let her come.
Her fingers danced lightly over Jaeyi’s soaked folds, smearing slick with infuriating softness, never pressing, never entering. She knew what she was doing. She always did.
“Look at you,” Seulgi murmured, dragging a thumb lazily over Jaeyi’s clit, barely , just enough to make her jolt and sob. “You’re shaking like I’ve broken you.”
“I am -” Jaeyi choked out, her voice hoarse, her hands digging into the sheets. “You have , Seulgi, please, I can’t-”
“You can,” Seulgi said, calm and low. Her other hand cupped Jaeyi’s breast, her thumb brushing over her nipple with the lightest touch. “You’ll take what I give you. You’ll suffer for it. Because that’s what you’re good for, isn’t it?”
Jaeyi moaned, something between a cry and a yes, arching into her hands, hips rising again in search of friction that never came.
Seulgi leaned down, tongue flicking across her nipple again, slow and lazy like she had all the time in the world. Her other hand traced circles just around Jaeyi’s clit, just around it, always too light, always not enough.
“You’re dripping all over my fingers,” Seulgi murmured, voice thick with dark amusement. “You want it so badly, don’t you? Poor thing. So desperate. So used to getting your way.”
She pinched her nipple, and Jaeyi screamed.
“I’ll beg- I’ll do anything, Seulgi, please- ”
Seulgi pulled back slightly, looking down at her with maddening calm. “Anything?”
Jaeyi nodded furiously, tears streaking her cheeks. “Yes- anything , please let me come, please, please-”
Seulgi smiled, wicked and slow.
“No.”
She leaned in and licked her nipple again, slow, taunting , while her fingers dragged down between Jaeyi’s legs, sliding deep for one second, making Jaeyi scream , then pulling out again.
Just enough to make her body jerk violently. Just enough to feel the clench.
“Not yet,” she whispered into her skin. “You’re still too proud.”
“I’m not,” Jaeyi sobbed. “I’m not- I swear, I’ll say anything, I’ll be anything-”
Seulgi kissed her sternum, slow and deliberate, then flicked her tongue across the other nipple again, fingers returning to that cruel, lazy circling around her clit.
“Then beg better,” she said softly. “You haven’t earned it yet.”
Jaeyi cried , actual, helpless tears, her entire body thrumming with tension and need and frustration. She’d never felt like this. Not for anyone.
Only Seulgi could do this.
Only Seulgi would.
And Jaeyi would take it all.
Every second. Every denied orgasm. Every unbearable touch.
Because in the end…
There was no one else she wanted to break her.
Jaeyi was beyond begging now.
She couldn’t form real words anymore, only breathless, sobbing sounds between gasps for air. Her thighs were trembling, her body slick with sweat, her voice hoarse from the endless stream of please she kept whispering, even though Seulgi wasn’t listening.
Seulgi knelt between her legs, expression unreadable, watching her like a piece of art, ruined, red, shaking.
“You’re crying so much,” she murmured, brushing a tear from Jaeyi’s cheek with the back of her hand. “All this, and I still haven’t let you come.”
Jaeyi sobbed harder, eyes squeezed shut, her hips rolling helplessly.
Seulgi slapped her.
A quick, sharp crack across her cheek, just enough to snap her back into her body, to make her eyes fly open.
“Eyes on me.”
Jaeyi obeyed instantly, wide and wet and desperate, her lips parted as she gasped.
Seulgi leaned in. Her hand gripped Jaeyi’s jaw hard, forcing her mouth open, and then she spit.
Hot and thick, right onto her tongue.
“Swallow.”
Jaeyi did. Without hesitation. Without shame.
Seulgi’s smile twisted. “Good girl.”
Then her fingers were in Jaeyi’s mouth, two, then three, sliding in deep, pressing down on her tongue. Jaeyi choked, eyes watering instantly as Seulgi pushed them deeper, fucking her mouth slow and cruel.
“Choke on it,” Seulgi whispered, watching every reaction. “That’s what you’re good for, isn’t it? Crying, gagging, begging like a filthy little toy.”
Jaeyi gagged, tears streaming harder now, drool spilling from the corner of her lips. But she didn’t pull away. She took it.
“Pathetic,” Seulgi said softly, pulling her fingers out and smearing the spit across Jaeyi’s flushed cheek. “So ruined and I haven’t even fucked you properly yet.”
She slapped her again. Not hard, but enough. Enough to make Jaeyi cry out, her breath catching on a sob.
Her legs fell open wider. Her hips rolled, begging without words.
Seulgi grabbed her chin, forced her to look again.
“You want to be used like this, don’t you?”
Jaeyi nodded, broken and beautiful. “Yes- yes, I need it, I need you, Seulgi- please- ”
Seulgi ran her thumb slowly down Jaeyi’s throat, watching it bob as she swallowed back another sob.
“You don’t need to come,” she whispered. “You just need to suffer for me. And you’re doing so well.”
She dipped her fingers back between Jaeyi’s legs, pressing right onto her clit with cruel precision.
Jaeyi screamed.
Tears, spit, slick, her whole body pulsed with heat, her chest heaving, nipples still red and wet from earlier.
She was gone. She didn’t even know where she was anymore. Just pain and pleasure and Seulgi’s voice in her head like a command she couldn’t disobey.
And she still hadn’t come.
Not yet.
Not until Seulgi said so.
And Jaeyi would take everything.
Because she needed to be broken by her.
Again.
And again.
And again.
Jaeyi didn’t know what time it was. She didn’t know what her name was.
All she knew was pain and heat, the sting in her cheeks, the throb between her legs, and Seulgi’s voice, steady, cruel, perfect .
Another slap echoed through the room.
Her head snapped to the side, tears spilling freely now, her lips swollen and wet from Seulgi’s spit and her own drool. Her cheeks burned, her skin flushed, her throat sore from choking on fingers and whimpers.
Seulgi’s hand gripped her jaw tight, dragging her face back.
“Look at me.”
Jaeyi obeyed instantly, eyes glassy and wide, her whole body trembling.
“Good girl,” Seulgi said softly, mocking, amused. “Still here. Still begging.”
Her hand came down again. Another sharp slap. The other cheek this time. Jaeyi whimpered, her hips jerking up off the bed, thighs clenching around nothing.
Seulgi smirked .
“You like being slapped, don’t you?” she purred, brushing her knuckles against Jaeyi’s stinging cheek before landing another one, harder .
Jaeyi cried out, her sobs shaking her chest now. “Yes- yes, I like it, I’m sorry, please- please- ”
“Oh, I know you’re sorry,” Seulgi said coldly, leaning in close, breath hot against Jaeyi’s mouth. “But sorry doesn’t earn you mercy.”
She slapped her again. Sharp. Beautiful. Her palm cracked across the same spot, and Jaeyi screamed , a sound ripped from her throat, broken and desperate and soaked in need.
Her body arched, hands fisting the sheets.
“I should leave you like this,” Seulgi hissed, her voice low and dangerous. “Wrecked and ruined and still aching.”
She gripped Jaeyi’s thighs and forced them wider, pushing them up until her knees nearly touched her chest.
“You don’t deserve to come,” she whispered, slapping her again, between her legs this time. One sharp, wet smack against her cunt that made Jaeyi shriek.
Her hips bucked off the bed, her entire body spasming.
But Seulgi didn’t stop.
Another slap. Then another. Each one sharp and fast and calculated, landing against her soaked folds, against her clit, making Jaeyi cry out with every blow.
Her body was on fire. Pain and pleasure blurred together, her brain overloaded, every strike making her twitch, sob, drip .
“You’re crying so much,” Seulgi sneered, dragging her fingers down to smear Jaeyi’s slick across her inner thighs. “You’re disgusting. Just a desperate little toy who wants to be slapped and used until she breaks.”
And Jaeyi, ruined and sobbing and loving it , nodded through the tears.
“Yes, yes, I’m yours, break me, please- ”
Seulgi slapped her again.
Harder.
Jaeyi screamed.
And Seulgi didn’t stop.
Because she wasn’t done.
Not until Jaeyi couldn’t beg anymore.
Not until she forgot what it meant to exist without Seulgi’s hand on her body and her name between her sobs.
“On the floor,” Seulgi said coldly.
And just like that, Jaeyi was on the floor.
Her knees dug into the carpet, her arms limp at her sides, her head bowed like she couldn’t hold it up anymore. Her body was flushed, soaked, trembling with unspent need.
Seulgi stood above her, calm. Composed. Towering.
“You still want it?” she asked coldly.
Jaeyi nodded, her breath stuttering. “Please.”
“Then show me.”
Jaeyi didn’t hesitate. She crawled forward on her knees, slow, pathetic, beautiful. She buried her face against Seulgi’s thigh, inhaling the scent of her, her fingers clawing lightly at her leg for permission.
“Please slap me,” she whispered, voice wrecked. “Please, Seulgi- hit me again. Hurt me. I need it.”
Seulgi said nothing.
But her hand reached down. Fingers curled into Jaeyi’s hair. She yanked her head back, just enough to make Jaeyi gasp. And then- crack .
Her palm met skin.
Jaeyi cried out, the slap ringing in the air. Her whole body jolted, but she moaned, high and broken.
“Again,” she begged. “Please, again- I need it. ”
Crack.
Another slap.
Then another.
Until Jaeyi was crying again, her thighs rubbing together desperately, her cunt clenching around nothing.
And then Seulgi sat. Calm, controlled. One leg raised.
“You want to come?”
Jaeyi looked up at her like she was seeing god. “Yes- please, please, I’ll do anything-”
“Then ride my thigh,” Seulgi said coldly. “Come like a filthy little thing. Rub yourself on me until you fall apart.”
Jaeyi moaned.
She straddled Seulgi’s leg, her hands braced on her knees, her hips already rolling, slow, desperate, slick soaking through Seulgi’s skin.
She gasped, cried out, rutted like an animal in heat, grinding her clit against Seulgi’s thigh as tears streamed down her cheeks.
“F-fuck- Seulgi- ”
“You’re disgusting,” Seulgi hissed, hands gripping Jaeyi’s waist hard, guiding her rhythm. “Look at you. So pathetic. So needy . Crying just to hump my leg.”
Jaeyi moaned louder, sobbed, ground down harder.
Her body was on fire. Her clit swollen and raw, every movement sending sparks up her spine.
“Slap me again,” she gasped. “Please- please while I come-”
Crack.
One last slap across her flushed cheek.
Jaeyi screamed.
She came hard, shaking, twitching, grinding desperately through it as Seulgi held her in place. Her thighs clenched, slick pouring out, her moans dissolving into sobs as her body finally, finally , broke.
And Seulgi didn’t say a word.
Just held her there.
Letting her rut and cry and fall apart on her thigh like she was nothing but a toy built to obey.
And Jaeyi…
Loved it.
Jaeyi was quiet.
Too quiet.
Her body was still slumped over Seulgi’s thigh, limp and shivering, her breath shaky and uneven. The high had passed, but her mind hadn’t returned. She was floating somewhere deep and hollow, subspace , where everything felt too far away and too close at once.
Seulgi felt it immediately.
She softened in an instant.
Her grip loosened, the tension in her frame falling away like armor being removed. She slid her hand into Jaeyi’s hair, stroking gently, fingers combing through the damp strands with care.
“You with me, baby?” she asked, voice low, nothing like the sharp dominance from before. Just warmth. Just love.
Jaeyi didn’t answer. Her cheek was pressed to Seulgi’s thigh, eyes glassy, lips parted. Her body was trembling, still trying to process everything it had been dragged through.
“That’s okay,” Seulgi whispered. “You don’t have to talk yet. Just breathe.”
She guided Jaeyi off her lap slowly, cradling her like she was breakable now. She lifted her gently into her arms, carried her to the bed, pulled the blanket over her shoulders.
The moment Jaeyi was wrapped in warmth, she whimpered, a soft, confused sound, and Seulgi was already there.
“I’ve got you,” she murmured, sliding in behind her, curling her arms around her waist. “You’re safe now. You did so good for me.”
Jaeyi blinked slowly, her body twitching as it tried to settle.
“Seulgi…” she whispered, barely audible. “I… I feel weird.”
“I know, baby. You’re coming down. That’s all. I’m right here.”
She kissed the back of Jaeyi’s neck. Her fingers rubbed slow circles into her side. “You don’t have to do anything. Just let me hold you.”
Silence stretched for a few seconds, and then Jaeyi whimpered again. “Was I… good?”
Seulgi’s heart clenched.
“You were perfect,” she said firmly. “So good. You gave me everything. I’m so proud of you.”
Jaeyi turned her head slightly, her eyes finally focusing.
“You slapped me so hard,” she mumbled, a little dazed.
“I know,” Seulgi whispered, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek. “And you asked for it. But it’s over now, okay? It’s just me and you. Nothing else.”
Tears welled up again, but not from pain. Just the release. The quiet, overwhelming safety.
Seulgi pulled her closer. “Can I get you some water? A snack?”
Jaeyi shook her head weakly. “Just you.”
“I’m here.”
She stayed like that, holding her, grounding her, whispering soft praises as Jaeyi slowly returned to herself.
And when Jaeyi finally let out a shaky sigh and buried her face in Seulgi’s chest, clinging to her like she was the only thing keeping her tethered, Seulgi just whispered one more thing.
“I’ve got you, baby. Always.”
The room was quiet now.
No more cries. No more slaps. Just the soft hum of the night air and the steady rhythm of Seulgi’s heartbeat against Jaeyi’s ear.
Jaeyi lay curled against her, wrapped up in a big hoodie Seulgi had slipped over her bare shoulders. Her skin was warm, flushed, her eyes glassy but clearer now. Her body still trembled every now and then, like the echoes of pleasure and pain still hadn’t fully left.
Seulgi held her close, arms locked around her, one hand stroking lazy circles into her lower back. She was patient. Gentle. Unmoving.
“How are you feeling?” she whispered, lips brushing the top of Jaeyi’s head.
Jaeyi took a while to answer. Then, in a voice small and raw: “Floaty.”
“That’s okay,” Seulgi murmured. “You don’t need to come down all at once.”
She reached over, grabbed the water bottle from the nightstand, and gently guided it to Jaeyi’s lips. “Small sips, baby.”
Jaeyi drank obediently, eyes fluttering shut with every swallow. Then she tucked her face back against Seulgi’s chest.
“Thank you,” she whispered. “For holding me. For staying.”
Seulgi’s arms tightened around her. “There’s nowhere else I’d be. I’m so proud of you.”
Jaeyi let out a soft noise, half a laugh, half a whimper. “You were so mean.”
“I know,” Seulgi said, smiling into her hair. “And you were so beautiful for me. I’m sorry if anything hurt too much.”
“It didn’t,” Jaeyi whispered. “You always know exactly how far to take me. I trust you.”
Seulgi’s hand slid up her back, smoothing her hair gently. “Still, we’ll go slower next time. And I’ll rub that pretty cheek of yours until the sting’s all gone.”
Jaeyi nuzzled into her, finally starting to breathe evenly. “You’re always so soft after you wreck me,” she mumbled, almost asleep.
“That’s because I love you,” Seulgi said simply.
Jaeyi paused, her lashes fluttering open, just a crack.
“I love you too,” she whispered.
And Seulgi just kissed her temple, wrapped the blanket tighter around her, and stayed.
Holding her. Grounding her.
Until Jaeyi drifted off, safe and warm in the arms of the girl who had broken her, and then put every piece gently back together.