Seldom

Anonymous asked:

i raise you a morally questionable bottom wendy. she's been caught doing vague bad things and irene has to teach her that this isn't how she runs this house. pls dont hold back. write more. thanks! ~embarrassed anon.

irwen-s answered:

i raise you equally morally questionable controlling irene in response

when seungwan looks back on the morning now, she realizes that there’s no real moment to pinpoint where joohyun had started to scheme for the evening.

was it the friendly smile she flashed to the barista? the gentle dismissal given to the profusely apologizing stranger who bumped shoulders with her? the brief delay in reaching for joohyun’s hand as they exited the building?

there’s no breaking point, no singular action seungwan can think of where she messed it all up.

understanding this only makes something in the back of her head blare frantically in alarm—because it means seungwan doesn’t know what she’s supposed to be apologizing for. what she’s supposed to say to joohyun, who’s already finished tying the blindfold around her head and is drumming her fingers across the naked skin of seungwan’s thighs, light and teasing and carrying just the slightest hint of a threat.

joohyun, who’s just a little too pleased, a little downright gleeful to have an excuse to tie seungwan down and splay her across her lap in preparation of what’s to come.

“look at you, seungwannie,” the older girl murmurs, almost to herself, her fingers teasingly dipping past seungwan’s entrance to gather her slick, before circling it around her swollen little nub. “we haven’t even started and you’re already dripping.”

her body feels flushed from some mixture of arousal, embarrassment, and perhaps even fear, because joohyun is touching her so gently, too gently for this sort of situation. not one where joohyun has an arm wrapped around her waist to keep her from bucking too far off her lap, where her wrists are strained above and behind her head, tied so securely to the headboard they’re resting against.

seungwan only manages a shaky, quiet groan, and as if cued by her sound, joohyun’s fingers move away from her clit and toward her thighs. only the softest tap, and seungwan is automatically, obediently spreading her legs, like the well-trained little thing that she is.

there’s a pleased hum from behind her ear, the press of joohyun’s breasts against her back as the older girl shifts behind her, and seungwan swallows heavily, feeling the straps and buckles brush against her.

a moment later, nimble fingers spread the lips of her folds apart, making space for a slick, cool head to rest against her entrance. “unclench for me, baby,” joohyun purrs, but she’s already guiding the wide head of her strap in, stretching seungwan open whether she’s ready or not. her other hand grips seungwan’s hip, holding her down, holding her still as joohyun sinks into her.

joohyun doesn’t slow. not until she’s pushed completely inside her, until she has seungwan panting and impaled on her cock, the muscles in her arms pulled taut from her futile squirming.

there’s a soothing kiss being pressed to the shell of her ear then, a hand smoothing reverently over her trembling stomach. “so full like this, carrying all of me inside you. you’ll take your punishment like a good girl, won’t you, wannie?” joohyun asks her softly, over the sound of her own ragged breaths.

seungwan whimpers weakly, nodding the way joohyun wants her to, as if she has any other choice.

there’s nowhere else for her to go from here, after all, speared on joohyun’s length the way she is, at the mercy of the fingers circling her clit and rubbing teasingly around her stretched, stuffed hole. completely blind and helpless, unable to pull away, wrapped up so prettily and trapped in joohyun’s arms.

this is the cruelty behind joohyun’s gentleness. because seungwan knows what’s at the end of this even as joohyun builds her up, fingers generous and guiding, lets seungwan rock helplessly against her lap and fuck herself desperately down on joohyun’s strap, cooing at her breathless moans. as if maybe if she moved fast enough, joohyun would let her get away with her pleasure.

of course, that would never happen. not under joohyun’s careful, controlling watch.

she can feel herself tightening around the shaft keeping her stretched open, walls clenching down, and she knows joohyun can feel it too in the way her thighs quiver and try to close. the pressure against her clit falls away then, and before seungwan can shudder apart, strong hands are firmly holding her hips and forcing her still atop joohyun’s heavy, teetering length.

seungwan lets loose a broken sob, grinding herself down against joohyun’s lap. as if that can make up for the burn ebbing away in her body, the need throbbing through her swollen bud. “unnie,” she finally blubbers, voice wobbly with anguish and tears, wrists aching in their binds. “please, i’m sorry. i don’t know what i did, but i’m sorry, unnie, i’m sorry, please.”

there’s only a low chuckle in reply, because joohyun always loves it when she cries, and seungwan should have thought about this a little more, shouldn’t she?

fingers skim along the trembling, tender insides of her thighs, and seungwan twitches, thoughtlessly trying to buck into her hand with a pitiful mewl. it’s only after she gives up and sags back against joohyun’s chest, sniffling quietly, that joohyun’s hand moves further inward, beginning to trace lightly around her puffy, leaking folds, around the soaked base of her shaft.

“you’ll have to try a little harder, wannie,” joohyun finally speaks up after a long, blistering moment. there’s a hand at her clit again, teasing around her hood with a featherlike touch, and joohyun’s hips are starting to move beneath her, languidly thrusting upward, stirring the heat inside her once again. “i need a better apology than that.”

before seungwan can whine, can attempt to squirm away from the white-hot pleasure, she feels fingers prodding at her lips in silent demand, and seungwan once again opens up compliantly, remembering her place as joohyun’s slick-coated fingers steadily fill her mouth.

“that’s a good girl,” she hears joohyun whisper hotly into her ear, over the sound of seungwan’s muffled whimpers, her quiet, obedient sucking. any trace of frustration, any feeble thought about resisting begins to fade away, as joohyun soothes her down with her quiet words. “just keep listening to unnie, seungwan-ah. that’s what you’ve always done so well, after all, isn’t it? following everything i say, taking everything i give you.”

and joohyun is right—has always been right.

no one else can take care of seungwan the way she does, as joohyun holds her down and spreads her open, thrusts into her until seungwan is gasping and full with cock, walls fluttering prettily around her girth. no one else can be this patient with her, waiting until seungwan is squirming and clenching, on the brink of tipping over, before holding her still, holding her down, kissing away her hopeless cries.

no one else can correct her mistakes the way joohyun can, whichever ones she inevitably makes.

Seldom

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