wip amnesty #11
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girlishpopfromis_9, jisun/seoyeon, 1699 words. back in 2019 (or 2018) seoyeon showed off her high pain tolerance on idk weekly idol or idol room or some shit like that. and uh, this fic aimed to be painplay kink exploration (making do with what they’ve got at hand lol) bc of it. last edited october 2022.
cw: kink exploration, sado-masochism, impact play, spanking, pain play, nipple play, pussy spanking
“Unnie,” Seoyeon says, “I have a request.”
Jisun hums, immersed in the stew. After stirring it slowly, she lowers the heat. “Yes?”
With a glance over to Seoyeon, she
“It’s a strange request,” Seoyeon says, quietly. “Not the thing you should be talking about like this.”
The dorm is deceptively quiet, but at any moment any of the girls could show up in the open living space or even enter the kitchen. Jisun’s eyebrows rise in the vaguely amused but mostly disbelieving way they often do, her face so close to expressing exasperation.
“You’re the one who brought it up? Out here?”
Seoyeon has the grace to look slightly sheepish. “I thought it’d take more wheedling for you to even entertain it.”
Jisun’s expression clears. Seoyeon glances at how her grip tightens on the wooden spoon as she begins to stir the pot again. The disinterest, the lack of attention makes Seoyeon want it back on her. Surely, Jisun must have no idea what it is Seoyeon will ask for. Seoyeon shifts her weight, bouncing lightly on the balls of her feet.
Her voice sounds hoarse when she says, “Can we talk— later?”
“Come to me when you’re ready to talk, Seoyeonnie,” Jisun says.
“Do you think you could hurt me? I want to.. I want to see how much I can take.” “It’s not the same if I do it, I’ll, I’ll know it’s coming.”
Jisun is very adept with her hands.
She wields the wooden spoon with certainty, even if she has never used it for this purpose before. The weight of it when she places it against Seoyeon’s bottom has her almost excited, wondering what it’ll feel like.
“You’re not gonna trick me into hitting harder by acting up,” Jisun says. Her tone is low, dangerous, and Seoyeon wishes desperately that Jisun wasn’t so good at keeping herself in check. There is genuine anger to it, too, and Seoyeon would normally delight in getting a strong reaction but now it only seems counterproductive. “Do you understand?”
"Yes, unnie," Seoyeon says. Her voice sounds hoarser than ever, even to her own ears. It takes a beat of silence, but the amused huff of air that leaves Jisun makes heat flood her cheeks.
"Good girl," Jisun says and it should be cheesy, shouldn't affect her like this, should be only embarrassing and not make her feel all tingly inside. It is embarrassing. It is so embarrassing, but in the best of ways. She can't stop the slight twitch of her hips, small and against Jisun's thigh where she lays across them. Jisun gives her a gentler tap than even the previous ones, but it still has her shivering from the impact. The pain isn't quite what Seoyeon is after, but she will leave it to Jisun. Trust her to build up to it.
"Gonna warm you up first," Jisun says, "go slow. Then we'll see how much you can take."
There is a small hole in the bed sheet. It must only just have begun to unravel, but it will only grow larger with time. Be pulled apart and stretched further until it's thrown away. Seoyeon wonders if she should tell Jisun or let her discover it herself.
The next hit surprises her. The force behind it was more like what she had imagined. Jisun's hand is steady and the sting doesn't bloom immediately, almost feels delayed.
A yelp escapes her. Seoyeon hadn't expected to make any noise just yet and therefore she hadn't even tried to keep it in. It's small though, barely audible, but she's sure Jisun must have caught it. She's proven right when Jisun caresses her butt cheek lightly, long nails trailing over the reddened skin. A shiver travels down Seoyeon's spine with the touch.
"Getting noisy already?"
There is no point in denying it. "Caught me off-guard," Seoyeon replies.
"Should we see if it'll happen again, then?"
"Too much talking," Seoyeon says, burying her face in her arms, making Jisun tut at her. The false scolding makes her feel smaller, younger, but not in a way she enjoys when already spread out and vulnerable like this — or maybe not ever.
Jisun hits with the same amount of force. The same level of pressure. Only this time instead of alternating or at least switching spots as she has previously, she hits the exact same spot. It's cruel and the sting is so much sharper it takes Seoyeon's breath away.
Her mouth hangs open and she can barely even gasp out. Pain.
Jisun hits again. That same spot. Seoyeon scrunches her face up this time, hips trying to move out of the way but the damage is already done because the impact has already happened. Seoyeon pants heavily, breathing through her open mouth and she doesn't know if she can take Jisun hitting that same spot again and she worries it'll bruise, uncomfortable and memorable and not quite what she wanted.
She hears the impact of the next hit before she feels it. It's on the other cheek, a brief respite, but it lands on the meaty part where thigh meets her butt and - it's the most sensitive area yet that Jisun has touched. Seoyeon's shoulders hunch and she's grateful when her hair spills down into her face, hiding her from view because the pathetic whimper that leaves her is not something she wants associated with her.
"Did that hurt?" Jisun asks, softly, like she can't tell. Seoyeon feels tears in her eyes.
"Y-yeah," she says, stuttering out, and it's a single syllable that yet doesn't quite make it.
"Do you want to stop?" Jisun asks. Her tone is even. Steady. Jisun, who is good at pretending to be calm. Seoyeon wonders if her pulse races too, if her heart beats even a little bit faster. If it's only from physical exertion.
Seoyeon should consider the question more seriously but she says No before she even means to.
“That has to hurt,” Jisun says with a slow and soft voice, rubbing her fingers over the red marks and welts, almost in wonder.
Jisun favours more elaborate nail art, oftentimes with 3D decorations. Long claws, that have Seoyeon shudder from imagining inside of her, and not in a good way. Consequently, fingering is entirely off the table. It’s fine though,
The clothespins are harsh. Painful. Jisun watches her carefully.
“Just let me know if you want me to remove them.”
There’s a constant tug on her nipples with them there.
Jisun opens the clothespin. Waits for Seoyeon to stick her tongue out. It’s slippery, and takes a moment for them to be sure it’s there. It hurts, and Seoyeon can’t stop the whine that leaves her lips. Jisun smiles softly when she lets go of it, and the added pull of it makes Seoyeon whine again. “We’ll leave this on for ten minutes.”
“If you take this well, we can try them on your pussy the next time.”
Seoyeon can still feel the soreness of her nipples the day after. They ache and when they rub against fabric she clenches down on nothing, feeling herself get wet.
If she’s a little quieter thanks to the throb of her tongue, no one has to know.
In a sense Jisun moving into the room on the second floor has been both a blessing and a curse,
Between schedules there was never much time, and a
when there was no certainty that they would be able to be as quiet as needed
The next time they have an opportunity to try something comes a while later. After promotions came to a close the dorm seemed to always be crowded and without any space to sneak off to, something that was bound to happen when nine young women and girls lived together.
Now, they’re in Los Angeles for KCON and luck just so happens that they’re hotel roommates for their stay. Seoyeon tries to not seem too excited at the prospect and it seems like she succeeds — at least to anyone other than Jisun.
Jisun catches her eye and the smile on her lips isn’t far off from her normal small smiles, yet there is something about it that makes a shiver run down Seoyeon’s spine. It feels trite to think of it in such terms but it is a promise for more, a promise for later. She wonders if this is what fans see when they look at Jisun on stage, sultry and captivating in her own right, the appeal too strong to ignore.
It isn’t easy to fluster Seoyeon, but Jisun has succeeded in this endeavour more than most.
Jisun’s hand is small, but it still smarts terribly when it lands on Seoyeon’s cunt. She instinctively closes her legs around it. Jisun rubs her softly, petting at her pubic hair, lessening the sting.
“That was a warm up,” she says. “If you can keep your legs open for the next ten, you’ll get a reward.”
“And if I don’t?” Seoyeon wants to hate how breathless she sounds.
Jisun smiles. “Then a punishment awaits.”
Staying still takes so much effort. Seoyeons thighs twitch from the strain and her pussy clenches with each hit. When the next slap comes, it sounds wet. If her eyes weren’t already closed, Seoyeon would have to shut them from the embarrassment— she’s so wet she can feel it running from her hole down to her ass, dripping onto the bed under her. If not for Jisun’s foresight to put down a towel it surely would stain the sheets and mattress both.
“That’s seven,” says Jisun softly. Seoyeon can barely hear her voice over the sounds of her own harsh panting. “You’re doing so well. Just three more.”
Her fingers slipped between Seoyeon’s folds, dragging the wetness up, the glide easy as she traces lightly and almost ticklishly over her clit. Seoyeon’s breath stutters, thighs trembling from the effort to stay still even now.
“You don’t have to stay quiet, you know?” She sounds almost amused.
“Jisun-unnie,” Seoyeon says, whines, lost in pleasure. Her head is spinning. She doesn’t have to keep quiet, but it’s how she shows that the pain isn’t getting to her.
cw: kink exploration, sado-masochism, impact play, spanking, pain play, nipple play, pussy spanking
“Unnie,” Seoyeon says, “I have a request.”
Jisun hums, immersed in the stew. After stirring it slowly, she lowers the heat. “Yes?”
With a glance over to Seoyeon, she
“It’s a strange request,” Seoyeon says, quietly. “Not the thing you should be talking about like this.”
The dorm is deceptively quiet, but at any moment any of the girls could show up in the open living space or even enter the kitchen. Jisun’s eyebrows rise in the vaguely amused but mostly disbelieving way they often do, her face so close to expressing exasperation.
“You’re the one who brought it up? Out here?”
Seoyeon has the grace to look slightly sheepish. “I thought it’d take more wheedling for you to even entertain it.”
Jisun’s expression clears. Seoyeon glances at how her grip tightens on the wooden spoon as she begins to stir the pot again. The disinterest, the lack of attention makes Seoyeon want it back on her. Surely, Jisun must have no idea what it is Seoyeon will ask for. Seoyeon shifts her weight, bouncing lightly on the balls of her feet.
Her voice sounds hoarse when she says, “Can we talk— later?”
“Come to me when you’re ready to talk, Seoyeonnie,” Jisun says.
“Do you think you could hurt me? I want to.. I want to see how much I can take.” “It’s not the same if I do it, I’ll, I’ll know it’s coming.”
Jisun is very adept with her hands.
She wields the wooden spoon with certainty, even if she has never used it for this purpose before. The weight of it when she places it against Seoyeon’s bottom has her almost excited, wondering what it’ll feel like.
“You’re not gonna trick me into hitting harder by acting up,” Jisun says. Her tone is low, dangerous, and Seoyeon wishes desperately that Jisun wasn’t so good at keeping herself in check. There is genuine anger to it, too, and Seoyeon would normally delight in getting a strong reaction but now it only seems counterproductive. “Do you understand?”
"Yes, unnie," Seoyeon says. Her voice sounds hoarser than ever, even to her own ears. It takes a beat of silence, but the amused huff of air that leaves Jisun makes heat flood her cheeks.
"Good girl," Jisun says and it should be cheesy, shouldn't affect her like this, should be only embarrassing and not make her feel all tingly inside. It is embarrassing. It is so embarrassing, but in the best of ways. She can't stop the slight twitch of her hips, small and against Jisun's thigh where she lays across them. Jisun gives her a gentler tap than even the previous ones, but it still has her shivering from the impact. The pain isn't quite what Seoyeon is after, but she will leave it to Jisun. Trust her to build up to it.
"Gonna warm you up first," Jisun says, "go slow. Then we'll see how much you can take."
There is a small hole in the bed sheet. It must only just have begun to unravel, but it will only grow larger with time. Be pulled apart and stretched further until it's thrown away. Seoyeon wonders if she should tell Jisun or let her discover it herself.
The next hit surprises her. The force behind it was more like what she had imagined. Jisun's hand is steady and the sting doesn't bloom immediately, almost feels delayed.
A yelp escapes her. Seoyeon hadn't expected to make any noise just yet and therefore she hadn't even tried to keep it in. It's small though, barely audible, but she's sure Jisun must have caught it. She's proven right when Jisun caresses her butt cheek lightly, long nails trailing over the reddened skin. A shiver travels down Seoyeon's spine with the touch.
"Getting noisy already?"
There is no point in denying it. "Caught me off-guard," Seoyeon replies.
"Should we see if it'll happen again, then?"
"Too much talking," Seoyeon says, burying her face in her arms, making Jisun tut at her. The false scolding makes her feel smaller, younger, but not in a way she enjoys when already spread out and vulnerable like this — or maybe not ever.
Jisun hits with the same amount of force. The same level of pressure. Only this time instead of alternating or at least switching spots as she has previously, she hits the exact same spot. It's cruel and the sting is so much sharper it takes Seoyeon's breath away.
Her mouth hangs open and she can barely even gasp out. Pain.
Jisun hits again. That same spot. Seoyeon scrunches her face up this time, hips trying to move out of the way but the damage is already done because the impact has already happened. Seoyeon pants heavily, breathing through her open mouth and she doesn't know if she can take Jisun hitting that same spot again and she worries it'll bruise, uncomfortable and memorable and not quite what she wanted.
She hears the impact of the next hit before she feels it. It's on the other cheek, a brief respite, but it lands on the meaty part where thigh meets her butt and - it's the most sensitive area yet that Jisun has touched. Seoyeon's shoulders hunch and she's grateful when her hair spills down into her face, hiding her from view because the pathetic whimper that leaves her is not something she wants associated with her.
"Did that hurt?" Jisun asks, softly, like she can't tell. Seoyeon feels tears in her eyes.
"Y-yeah," she says, stuttering out, and it's a single syllable that yet doesn't quite make it.
"Do you want to stop?" Jisun asks. Her tone is even. Steady. Jisun, who is good at pretending to be calm. Seoyeon wonders if her pulse races too, if her heart beats even a little bit faster. If it's only from physical exertion.
Seoyeon should consider the question more seriously but she says No before she even means to.
“That has to hurt,” Jisun says with a slow and soft voice, rubbing her fingers over the red marks and welts, almost in wonder.
Jisun favours more elaborate nail art, oftentimes with 3D decorations. Long claws, that have Seoyeon shudder from imagining inside of her, and not in a good way. Consequently, fingering is entirely off the table. It’s fine though,
The clothespins are harsh. Painful. Jisun watches her carefully.
“Just let me know if you want me to remove them.”
There’s a constant tug on her nipples with them there.
Jisun opens the clothespin. Waits for Seoyeon to stick her tongue out. It’s slippery, and takes a moment for them to be sure it’s there. It hurts, and Seoyeon can’t stop the whine that leaves her lips. Jisun smiles softly when she lets go of it, and the added pull of it makes Seoyeon whine again. “We’ll leave this on for ten minutes.”
“If you take this well, we can try them on your pussy the next time.”
Seoyeon can still feel the soreness of her nipples the day after. They ache and when they rub against fabric she clenches down on nothing, feeling herself get wet.
If she’s a little quieter thanks to the throb of her tongue, no one has to know.
In a sense Jisun moving into the room on the second floor has been both a blessing and a curse,
Between schedules there was never much time, and a
when there was no certainty that they would be able to be as quiet as needed
The next time they have an opportunity to try something comes a while later. After promotions came to a close the dorm seemed to always be crowded and without any space to sneak off to, something that was bound to happen when nine young women and girls lived together.
Now, they’re in Los Angeles for KCON and luck just so happens that they’re hotel roommates for their stay. Seoyeon tries to not seem too excited at the prospect and it seems like she succeeds — at least to anyone other than Jisun.
Jisun catches her eye and the smile on her lips isn’t far off from her normal small smiles, yet there is something about it that makes a shiver run down Seoyeon’s spine. It feels trite to think of it in such terms but it is a promise for more, a promise for later. She wonders if this is what fans see when they look at Jisun on stage, sultry and captivating in her own right, the appeal too strong to ignore.
It isn’t easy to fluster Seoyeon, but Jisun has succeeded in this endeavour more than most.
Jisun’s hand is small, but it still smarts terribly when it lands on Seoyeon’s cunt. She instinctively closes her legs around it. Jisun rubs her softly, petting at her pubic hair, lessening the sting.
“That was a warm up,” she says. “If you can keep your legs open for the next ten, you’ll get a reward.”
“And if I don’t?” Seoyeon wants to hate how breathless she sounds.
Jisun smiles. “Then a punishment awaits.”
Staying still takes so much effort. Seoyeons thighs twitch from the strain and her pussy clenches with each hit. When the next slap comes, it sounds wet. If her eyes weren’t already closed, Seoyeon would have to shut them from the embarrassment— she’s so wet she can feel it running from her hole down to her ass, dripping onto the bed under her. If not for Jisun’s foresight to put down a towel it surely would stain the sheets and mattress both.
“That’s seven,” says Jisun softly. Seoyeon can barely hear her voice over the sounds of her own harsh panting. “You’re doing so well. Just three more.”
Her fingers slipped between Seoyeon’s folds, dragging the wetness up, the glide easy as she traces lightly and almost ticklishly over her clit. Seoyeon’s breath stutters, thighs trembling from the effort to stay still even now.
“You don’t have to stay quiet, you know?” She sounds almost amused.
“Jisun-unnie,” Seoyeon says, whines, lost in pleasure. Her head is spinning. She doesn’t have to keep quiet, but it’s how she shows that the pain isn’t getting to her.
