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The day had started out normal. Too normal.
Seulgi was sitting on the living room floor, surrounded by clean clothes she still hadn’t folded, while at the table in front of her, Jaeyi was working on her laptop with a cup of coffee that probably wasn’t warm anymore.
The silence between them was comfortable. Or at least, it had been until Jaeyi spoke without looking away from her screen.
“You know you’re terrible at folding shirts, right?”
Seulgi looked up with a frown. “Excuse me?”
“You have zero technique. Wrinkles follow you, Seulgi. It’s a talent.”
“Well, do it yourself if it bothers you so much.” She grumbled, tossing a shirt at her in a crumpled ball.
Jaeyi caught it effortlessly. She didn’t let it go. She looked at it for a second, then raised an eyebrow and said:
“You know this smells like you, right?”
“Are we doing this again?”
“I’m not saying it as a complaint this time.” Jaeyi added, and then, instead of handing the shirt back, she brought it up to her face and smelled it boldly. “I like how you smell.”
Seulgi's heart skipped a beat. She forced herself to roll her eyes.
“You’ve been acting really weird lately…”
“Weird or honest?”
“With you, it’s never that simple.”
Jaeyi smiled, and the glint in her eyes didn’t help. Seulgi knew exactly what she was doing. It had been like this for weeks.
Touching more than necessary. Holding each other’s gaze twice as long. Laughing in the middle of arguments, like they couldn’t tell if they wanted to hit each other or kiss.
And lately, Seulgi was starting to lose the battle.
“I’m going to shower,” she announced suddenly, already on her feet with clothes in her arms.
Jaeyi stretched in her chair like a satisfied cat. “Want company?”
Seulgi blinked. She turned to look at her, one eyebrow raised. “What?”
“Kidding… more or less,” Jaeyi said, unfazed.
“You’re sick,” Seulgi muttered, turning quickly.
“But did it make you laugh?”
Seulgi didn’t answer, but Jaeyi could’ve sworn she saw the corner of her mouth twitch upward before she slipped into the bathroom.
Half an hour later, Jaeyi opened Seulgi’s bedroom door without knocking.
It wasn’t unusual.
They shared an apartment and, somehow, they shared the air too.
“Weren’t you going to get dressed?”
Seulgi was still in the room, her hair damp, wearing only underwear with a towel loosely draped over her shoulders. When she saw Jaeyi walk in, she grabbed the first pair of pants she could find and slipped them on in a rush.
“Do you mind?”
“Not at all, I just… enjoy watching you panic.”
Jaeyi sat on the bed, shameless, and watched as Seulgi searched for a shirt, unsure whether to be angry or embarrassed.
“You’re really calm today,” Seulgi said, not looking at her.
“You’re really tense today.”
“I’m not tense.”
“You’re always tense when you pretend you don’t want me to look at you.”
The silence stretched like an elastic band about to snap.
Seulgi turned around. Slowly. And for a moment, her gaze held no fear, no defense. Only fire.
“And what would you do if I let you?”
Jaeyi didn’t answer. She just smiled. Got up and walked toward her with a calmness that made Seulgi hold her breath.
“Don’t say it like that. Because one day, I’m going to take you seriously.”
The brush of her finger on Seulgi’s damp arm was barely a touch, but it was enough to send a shiver down her spine.
“You’re playing with me,” Seulgi whispered.
“And if I am?” Jaeyi tilted her head, her voice soft but dangerous. “Does it bother you? Or turn you on?”
Seulgi laughed — a nervous, breathless sound escaping her lips.
“You’re a disaster…”
“And you’re an addiction.”
She looked at her even closer. Their mouths just a breath apart. Their eyes heavy with something they refused to name.
“I don’t know if I want to kiss you or hit you,” Seulgi confessed.
“We can do both,” Jaeyi whispered. “But first…”
Then, with a slow smile, Jaeyi stepped back. Turned toward the door. Seulgi watched her like she’d just cast a spell and then walked away.
“You’re leaving?”
“To warm up the coffee,” Jaeyi said as she opened the door. “But don’t take too long. I like you like this.”
“Like what?”
Jaeyi glanced over her shoulder. Her voice was a blade.
“Trembling.”
And she closed the door.
Seulgi didn’t move. Not an inch. The towel still hung loosely from her shoulder, her hair dripping at the ends, a drop sliding slowly down her collarbone and vanishing between her breasts.
She could feel her pulse in her throat. The air in the room felt suddenly heavy.
Trembling.
The word echoed in her head. Not as an accusation, but as a promise. Because she was right.
Jaeyi was fucking right.
For weeks now — maybe months — Jaeyi had been watching her like she knew things Seulgi couldn’t bring herself to say out loud. With those eyes sharp as blades, with that way of invading space without touching.
Everything about her seemed to be calculating the exact moment Seulgi would finally give in.
And she was dangerously close.
She sat on the edge of the bed, still undressed, and covered her face with her hands for a few seconds. How was she supposed to live with someone who could make a single sentence feel tattooed beneath her skin?
She finally put on the T-shirt — a soft gray one, the kind she stole from Jaeyi when she thought she wouldn’t notice (or so she believed). Her scent was there, inevitable. And for the first time, Seulgi didn’t know if it brought her comfort… or confused her even more.
When she walked into the living room, Jaeyi was sitting on the floor, legs stretched out, another coffee in her hands. She’d put on some music — something soft, something with strings that slipped through the walls like a caress. She didn’t look at her when she came in.
She just spoke.
“You put on my shirt.”
Seulgi froze mid-step. She didn’t respond. No use pretending.
She walked over and dropped onto the couch just behind her. For a moment, the only sounds were the song playing, their shared breathing, the clink of a mug placed on the table.
“You know,” Jaeyi said without turning around, “sometimes I think you want me to catch you.”
“And what if I do?”
Silence.
Slowly, Jaeyi turned. Her eyes found hers — dark, bright. No teasing. Just truth.
“Then don’t run when I do.”
Seulgi leaned forward. Their faces were inches apart. Her knee brushed Jaeyi’s. It wasn’t accidental. Nothing was anymore.
“I don’t run,” Seulgi said, holding her gaze. “I just don’t let myself get caught that easily.”
Jaeyi let out a brief smile, no teeth. She moved in closer. The heat between them rose like a slow-building storm. The tension was so thick it could’ve been sliced with a fingernail.
“You like making this hard, huh?”
“I like when you work for it.”
“And here I thought I was the dominant one,” Jaeyi murmured, barely audible.
Seulgi tilted her chin up — defiant. She wanted to provoke her. She wanted her to cross that line. To stop playing. Or play harder.
“Maybe I’m holding back because I know that once I let go… you won’t be able to handle everything I have for you.”
And that was it.
Jaeyi didn’t say a word. She stood. Took Seulgi by the wrist and pulled her up with her. Her fingers were warm, firm. Her eyes, steady. And then they walked.
In silence.
The only sounds were their footsteps, the distant murmur of the song still playing, the soft thud of one heartbeat against another.
She led her down the hallway. Like she’d planned it. Like the scene already existed and all she had to do was press play.
Halfway through — right in that corner where the sunset light filtered orange through the narrow window — Jaeyi pressed her against the bedroom door.
Not violently.
With precision.
Her hands at either side of Seulgi’s body. Her own body firm, barely touching hers. There was no need for more.
“Are you sure?” Jaeyi asked.
Breathless. Voice barely there.
Seulgi nodded. But that wasn’t enough.
“Say it,” Jaeyi pressed, now even closer.
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes, I want you to catch me.”
Jaeyi lowered her gaze to her lips. Raised a hand, brushed a damp strand of hair from her forehead. And then, finally—
She kissed her.
At first it was soft. Almost a test. But Seulgi clutched her shirt and pulled her closer. And in that moment, everything broke loose.
There was no turning back.
Their mouths found each other like they’d been searching for months. They kissed with restrained fury, with hunger, with a dirty tenderness that wrapped around everything. They touched each other’s faces, necks, backs — everything their hands could reach.
And it was there, right in that corner of the hallway, where Jaeyi’s lips descended along Seulgi’s neck, leaving a trail of fire.
Seulgi's skin was burning.
Wherever Jaeyi’s lips descended, they left an invisible trail — warm and damp — like hot ink marking territory. She kissed her collarbone first, slow and precise, then slid her tongue along the curve of her neck, drawing a line that ended just behind her ear.
Seulgi gasped.
Not loudly. Not dramatically. It was that kind of low, strangled gasp that slips out when the body trembles on its own.
Jaeyi smiled, still close to her skin.
“You love it when I touch you like this.”
Seulgi closed her eyes, jaw clenched. She hated it. Hated that she was right. That she could read her so well. That she knew exactly when to slow down — right when she wanted more.
“I’m not going to beg,” Seulgi murmured, voice barely a thread.
“I don’t want you to. I want you to surrender.”
Then she grabbed her by the waist and pushed her firmly against the wall. Not harshly — but with force. With control. The kind of decision that doesn’t need to shout.
Seulgi’s body met the cold surface with a soft thud. Her lips parted in surprise.
Jaeyi’s hands slid under her shirt — her shirt — first brushing gently with her fingertips, like she was trying to memorize her by touch.
Goosebumps bloomed.
The air between them grew heavy.
Seulgi opened her eyes just as Jaeyi looked at her again, so close they were breathing the same air. And then their bodies began speaking a secret language — one made of grazes, of pressure, of sighs too reluctant to escape.
Jaeyi leaned in, her lips catching Seulgi’s earlobe, and there she whispered:
“Tell me you need me.”
Seulgi shook her head. Not forcefully. With stubborn pride, though her eyes betrayed her.
Jaeyi slid a hand down, gripping Seulgi’s hip with fingers that left their imprint.
Then she moved up — slow, excruciatingly slow — along her side, until her thumbs brushed the curve of her chest. She didn’t go further. Just a tease. Just a trace.
Deliberate. Methodical.
“You’re going to say it,” she promised against her skin.
And then she kissed her again. Deeper. Rougher.
Seulgi could barely stand on her own. One of her hands clung to Jaeyi’s arm, the other to the doorframe.
She needed her there — pressed close, breathing her in, unraveling her.
When Jaeyi tugged gently at the collar of the shirt, Seulgi knew this was the point of no return.
“Take it off,” she said — almost an order.
Seulgi swallowed hard. Her fingers trembled as she grabbed the hem of the fabric and lifted it, leaving her torso exposed. Jaeyi didn’t move right away. She just watched her. Her eyes roamed over her like looking was a pleasure in itself.
“You’re gorgeous when you don’t know what to do with your hands,” Jaeyi whispered.
Seulgi lowered her gaze, but Jaeyi took her chin and made her look up.
“Don’t look away, baby. I want to see you while I take you apart.”
She kissed her again, and this time her hands claimed the body without restraint. Jaeyi slid a palm down her bare, warm stomach and slipped her fingers into the waistband of Seulgi’s pants.
Slowly. As if she wanted to stretch out the wait. As if every second before the contact was part of the sweet punishment they both craved.
And when she finally touched her, Seulgi arched against the wall with a broken sigh.
“Shit, Jaeyi…”
“Oh, not so proud anymore, are you?”
There was no reply. Just gasps. Just closed eyes. Just Jaeyi’s hand controlling the rhythm, with a precision born from watching her so closely, from knowing exactly how and when to make her tremble.
Her kisses trailed down her chest, leaving faint marks. Her nails scratched her thighs. Seulgi’s body lost control in waves, her breath turning erratic. She wanted more.
She wanted everything.
And Jaeyi knew it.
“Say you need me,” she repeated in her ear, as her hand moved inside her pants with torturous cadence. “Just that. And I won’t stop.”
“Jaeyi…”
“Say it.”
Jaeyi didn’t touch her. She just looked at her. Inches from her face, warm breath grazing her lips, pupils dark and expectant — but calm… as if she had all the time in the world.
Seulgi swallowed.
Her mouth was dry and her skin damp, saturated. Her body trembled — not from cold, but from need. Tension ran down her spine like restrained electricity.
And still… she didn’t say it.
She pressed her lips together, eyes shut tight, as if that small act of resistance could hold everything in. As if it gave her some semblance of control in the delicious chaos that was Jaeyi.
The other girl sighed.
And smiled.
One of her hands slid down slowly, with soft, lethal fingers. She passed over Seulgi’s neck, her chest — lingering just long enough to steal her breath — and moved lower, between her legs, so wet that the heat radiated from her skin before she was even touched.
But she didn’t touch her center.
She circled it.
“You’re so close I can feel it in my mouth,” Jaeyi whispered. “Do you know what that is? Being on the edge… but not having permission.”
Her fingers traced the outer edges of her wetness, drawing circles that never reached her clit. Every movement was a precise tease, a caress that knew where to press, where to avoid, where to keep the fire burning without letting it consume her completely.
“Jaeyi, please…”
“Please what?”
“I can’t take it anymore…”
“Yes, you can. You just don’t want to.”
She gently squeezed one of Seulgi’s thighs, pushing it toward the edge of the mattress, opening her further, making her feel more vulnerable, more exposed.
“I’m right there too, Seulgi,” she confessed in an intimate murmur. “But I’m not going to come until I hear what I need.”
“And what do you want?”
Jaeyi looked at her. Held her gaze with an intensity that seemed to swallow her whole.
“I want you to tell me who you belong to when you’re like this. I want you to say it knowing no one else could do this to you. That no one else would dare deny you like this… without breaking you.”
“No…” Seulgi whimpered, voice reduced to ashes.
But her body betrayed her. She was so close that her legs tensed uncontrollably.
Jaeyi leaned in closer, her lips just a breath away from her clit. She exhaled warm air — a cruel tease. And when Seulgi arched, ready for contact, ready to fall apart…
Nothing.
The cry came out as a strangled sigh between clenched teeth.
“You’re a witch,” Seulgi gasped, her breath wrecked.
“I’m the woman who’s going to make you beg for your pleasure,” Jaeyi whispered, as her fingers began again — tracing Seulgi’s wet folds with excruciating slowness, never quite reaching the final point.
Every caress was a climb.
And every absence, a freefall.
Seulgi whimpered, arched, tried to move her hips for more friction. Jaeyi gripped her waist tightly.
“No. You don’t get to decide.”
“God! Jaeyi, please…”
“Are you going to say it? Or would you rather I stop?”
Her fingers pulled away.
“No! Don’t stop!”
“Then say it.”
Silence.
Only breathing. Only trembling.
Jaeyi leaned in again and kissed her between the legs — a long, wet, warm kiss. Slow. Exactly what Seulgi’s body was begging for.
Seulgi cried out. She couldn’t help it. Her hips lifted instinctively, chasing the sensation.
And just when Jaeyi felt the exact tremor of climax approaching… she stopped again.
“Why are you doing this?!”
“Because I want you to come only when you know you’re mine. Only when your pride shatters against mine.”
“You’re a fucking pervert…”
“Yes,” Jaeyi agreed, with a dangerous smile. “But you let me do it.”
And she started again.
This time slower.
Dirtier.
Crueler.
Because Jaeyi wasn’t just trying to turn her on anymore.
No.
Now she was studying her — as if every moan, every broken plea caught in Seulgi’s throat was a note in a melody only she could play.
Her fingers moved with a slowness designed to torment. One hovered at her entrance, warm and wet, never pressing in. The other traced soft lines over her mons, mocking every muscle that trembled beneath her skin.
“You’re so easy to read like this…” Jaeyi whispered in a voice of dark velvet. “All your arrogance leaks out through your pores when you’re wet.”
Seulgi clenched her fists in the sheets, holding on like that could keep her grounded. Every muscle in her stomach was tight, throbbing. Her thighs trembled. And still, she kept arching, kept searching.
“Touch me. I’m begging you…” Seulgi gasped, her desperation beginning to crack into restrained sobs. “I want to… I can’t take it anymore, Jaeyi.”
A soft, low laugh slipped from the other woman’s lips.
“Oh, yes you can. You still have so much to give me before I let you.”
And she turned her. Effortlessly, without explanation.
She flipped her onto her stomach and pulled her close with a firm grip, letting her knees sink into the mattress, wide open. Jaeyi positioned herself behind her, pelvis just barely grazing Seulgi’s raised ass, fingers now sliding along the insides of her thighs.
“You’re trembling,” she murmured, licking the curve between Seulgi’s neck and shoulder. “Do you know how beautiful you look like this? So soaked, so vulnerable, so willing and so broken at the same time.”
Seulgi sobbed. She didn’t want to cry. She didn’t want to give in. But the control she had tried to hold onto was unraveling with every word, every breath Jaeyi exhaled against her skin.
“I want to come, please…” she whispered, voice faint. “I’m begging you, Jaeyi. I’m pleading.”
The answer was a slow bite. Firm, just enough to leave a mark.
“You still haven’t said what I want to hear.”
“I can’t!”
“Yes, you can. You just don’t want to let me win. But this isn’t a game, Seulgi.”
She slipped one finger inside. Just one.
Curved right toward that exact spot that made Seulgi moan into the sheets.
And then, as punishment, she pulled it out.
Seulgi’s body sprang forward like a coil, chasing the lost sensation. But Jaeyi denied her again.
“Say it. Make it yours.”
Seulgi squeezed her eyes shut.
And she thought about it. For a moment, she really thought about it. Because inside her chest, there was only one restrained scream — a fire tearing her apart from the inside out.
“I’m… yours,” she whispered. So softly it broke against the sheets. “I am.”
Jaeyi gripped her hip tightly.
“Again. Loud and clear. I want you to feel it in your teeth.”
“I’m yours!” she finally screamed, breathless.
Then Jaeyi leaned over her, kissed her back with hunger, and slid two fingers deep inside her center.
Seulgi’s body reacted as if brought back to life. A full spasm ran up her spine, head thrown back, mouth open in a breathless moan with no words.
Her center throbbed around Jaeyi’s fingers, which stayed still for only a second before beginning to move with a firm, deep, controlled rhythm.
Seulgi babbled, losing all sense of shame. There was nothing beyond the heat consuming her from within, the way that exact pressure crawled up her belly to choke her chest.
Jaeyi stayed kneeling behind her, one hand firm on her hip, guiding her, holding her, reminding her every second who was in control.
"Is this what you wanted?" she asked softly, scratching his back with her nails, slowly trailing down the curve. "This deep? This controlled?"
She got no coherent response. Only Seulgi's shuddering moans, now pushing against her hand, seeking more.
Jaeyi's fingers moved in and out in a hypnotic rhythm, just enough to bring her closer to the edge. Just enough to make Seulgi's legs turn to jelly, her throat breaking into wet moans.
"You're... you're making me-ah-don't stop, don't stop!" she sobbed, and dropped further onto the mattress, her face pressed into the pillow, gasping as if the air was escaping her.
Jaeyi pushed her down, holding her by the back of the neck with gentle but imperative pressure.
"Don't cum." She commanded, almost gently, as if she wasn't about to tear her apart inside. "Not yet."
The silence that followed was thick, hot like the wetness between her legs, like the trembling she could no longer contain. Seulgi was still panting against the pillow, her cheeks stained with sweet tears, exhausted but still fully aware of the fire coursing through her skin.
Jaeyi let the silence linger just a little longer, savoring the way Seulgi shuddered still untouched.
She stroked her back, drawing slow lines with his nails, tracing down her spine as if her fingers knew how to read the tremors in Braille.
And then, at last, she leaned over her. She whispered against her ear in a lower, more intimate voice.
"Now I do."
The tension those words released was almost a silent outburst. Seulgi sobbed in relief, a moan of surrender that escaped her like a secret held back too long.
Jaeyi brought a hand again to her center, sliding two fingers easily between the wet folds, already so sensitive that Seulgi gasped with a single brush.
This time it wasn't slow. It wasn't gentle.
It was precise.
"So long begging." She said, as she moved her fingers in a calculated, deep, enveloping rhythm. "And so close to the edge."
Seulgi thrust her hips back, instinctive, unabashed. She was looking for more, deeper, faster, and Jaeyi was giving it to her. His thumb found the swollen button, and she stroked it in slow circles, contrasting with the steady back-and-forth of his fingers.
"Ah-! Jaeyi, ah-f-please!". Seulgi no longer had words, only sounds. Only shudders.
Jaeyi held her open with one hand and completely surrendered with the other. She settled behind her, kissing her back, and lowering herself until she was at her ear level.
"Cum for me."
It was not a suggestion. It was an order. And Seulgi's body obeyed.
It arched as if an electric shock shot through her. A raw scream tore through her chest and she fell to her knees, her legs unable to support her as her core contracted around Jaeyi's fingers again and again. The spasms were long, drawn out, like waves that kept washing over her.
Jaeyi did not stop. She kept stroking her clit, firm, knowing that each rub was too much and exactly what she needed.
"Jaeyi, Jaeyi, Jaeyi, Jaeyi." Seulgi repeated her name between choked moans, as if by saying it she could anchor herself to something in the midst of the wreck.
The orgasm was devastating. One of those that doesn't end with a sigh, but with an entire fall. Seulgi collapsed on the bed, body covered in sweat, face flushed, trembling in every corner.
And Jaeyi leaned over her as if she were a treasure.
"So good," she whispered against her neck. "So perfect when you give in like this."
She embraced her from behind, pressing her body against hers, still caressing her tenderly.
"Don't let me go," Seulgi whispered, barely audible, her voice a broken thread.
"Never," Jaeyi replied, kissing her shoulder like a promise sealed.