purinz oneshots/smutshots (chaewon x yunjin)

well trained (g!p)

There's always been only three rules that Yunjin has had to remember, repeated so many times to her that it's second nature by now.

Accompanied by a prompt punishment when broken, when forgotten, when strategically misbehaved — the sharp pain of a bite, nails dragging across soon to be marked skin, the feeling of leather pulled taunt.

A strong tug that thrusts her forward, blindfold tied firmly over her eyes; everything's pitch black, everythings every feeling on her skin that has her heart racing with adrenaline, with fear . Carefully poised fingers that run softly across her jawline and reach her chin before forcing her face up — an exhale and Yunjin's entire world is the feeling of a thumb and a finger she's at the mercy of.

Three rules and that's it, nothing more. They stand on the red carpet, lights flashing, the world watching, and Chaewon only has three things to whisper quietly into her ear, smiling as she pulls away and waves to the sea of fans with their eyes on nothing but them.

Do as you are told.

Yunjin mouths the word one imperceptible to the cameras but she knows that Chaewon's watching her every move from the corner of her eye. She hides a shaky breath as the older girl's hand wraps itself lightly around her waist for the group photo.

Chaewon leans in again as they are dismissed from the spotlight, a slightly lagged step as it appears like she's just crossing to walk on Yunjin's other side. Yunjin knows better, sees the slightest of smiles on those lips that has her breathing increasingly faster and shallower. The girl's voice so low that she can barely hear it, but the second rule is already engraved into her memory from the many times she's broken it and paid for it.

Never question what I tell you to do.

Yunjin whispers two and Chaewon doesn't bother to look back to confirm she's obeyed. Increasing her pace to walk confidently in front of the group as leader, high heels clicking on the hard floors as they make their way to their seats at the award ceremony.

They're seated in what feels like seconds, Yunjin too focused on every one of her leader's steps. A deep breath and she tries to calm her racing heart, but a hand reaches under the table and slides itself up her dress. A cameraman makes his way to their table and she plasters on the brightest smile she can muster, holds her breath as that carefully trained hand moves higher and higher .

Chaewon doesn't say the third rule, doesn't even look over at Yunjin. She knows that her eyes are on nothing but her, knows that she wouldn't dare look at or even think about anything else.

Because she's trained the girl well, down to every small, minute detail that ends in her shaking — yet she always crawls back for more. An obedient puppy, one that knows best how to please her.

Yunjin whispers the last rule and Chaewon can feel just how hard she's trying to keep her voice from shaking, breath hot and light as she moves her hands up further in reward. Any more and someone will start to notice her dress being hiked up from under the table.

Always be a good girl for unnie.

Not that Chaewon would have stopped.

It started on nothing more than a mistake, an honest slip that had the two of them hooked from the moment it happened.

Where Yunjin felt a bit more daring than she usually was, teasing her leader one night after filming a brand endorsement commercial. The night was dark, they were all glad to finally be off of work; Yunjin had a bit too much fun jousting with Kazuha as they made their way to their transport home and knocked over a stool, echoing loudly throughout the filming set.