How Well You Can Follow Orders
Gaeul x Male Reader
t/w: power dynamics
"What is it, sunbae?" your ask low.
You stand in the empty classroom, sunlight streaming through the windows.
Gaeul dragged you here, her grip on your wrist surprisingly strong for someone so small, unsure why she's pulled you into this quiet corner of the school. The door's closed, the hallway outside silent. It's just you and her.
She's in front of you, her petite frame barely reaching your chest, hands planted firmly on her hips. Her eyes showing something unreadable maybe annoyance, or maybe... something.
She doesn't answer right away. Instead, her gaze flicks down, before you can react, she steps forward, and stomp—her sneaker presses hard against your crotch.
The bulge in your pants, already stiff from the way her skirt hugs her thighs, the way her confidence fills the room.
You suck in a breath, caught off guard by the pressure.
"You called me short," she says, her voice biting, "yet you're hard for me."
Her sneaker grinds down slows, you bite your lip, a whimper slipping out despite yourself.
"Fucking disgusting," she mutters, she twists her foot, pressing harder, and you can't help it, a low groan escapes your throat.
Her smirk widens, but there’s no warmth in it. "What's wrong with you, huh? Getting on of this?" Her voice drips with disgust, but she doesn't let up, her sneaker pinning you in place as your knees threaten to buckle.
You try to speak, to explain, but the words catch in your throat. She's so close now, her breath warm against your neck as she leans in.
"You're pathetic," she whispers, her lips brushing your ear.
"Sunbae, please--" you said, but she cuts you off with a sharp laugh.
"Shut up."
Her hands dart to your uniform shirt, fingers curling around the fabric. With a swift yank, she rips it open, buttons popping free and scattering across the floor.
Your broad shoulders are exposed, the white tank top underneath clinging to your chest. She doesn't stop there.
Her nails dig into your tank top, and with another rough tug, it tears apart, shredded remnants hanging off your frame.
"Fuck," you moan, the cool air hitting your bare skin. Your chest heaves, and she notices, her smirk growing darker.
"Pathetic," she mutters, her fingers grazing your exposed collarbone, tracing the lines of your muscles.
"You're shaking, you know that?" her hand presses against your chest, shoving you harder against the desk.
You let out a choked gasp, the wood digging into your back. "You like this, don't you? Getting humiliated by someone 'short' like me."
"S-Sunbae, I didn't mean—" you stammer, but her hand cracks across your cheek, not hard, but enough to sting.
"Don't lie," she hisses, her face inches from yours.
"You're so fucking hard it's disgusting." her fingers slide down, brushing over your nipple, and you flinch, a low moan spilling from your lips.
She laughs, sharp and mocking. "God, you're such a mess." Her hand grips your jaw, forcing you to meet her gaze. "Beg me to stop, and maybe I'll think about it."
You try to speak, but all that comes out is another trembling moan, your body betraying you as her sneaker presses just a little harder.
Gaeul steps back, her eyes cold and commanding. "On your knees," she says, voice sharp.
You freeze, heart pounding, her gaze narrows, and she steps closer, "On. your. fucking. knees." she snaps, her tone leaving no room for defiance.
You swallow hard, dropping to your knees on the cold floor.
She kicks off her sneakers with deliberate slowness, peeling off one sock, then the other. Her glistening feet, slightly damp from the day, catch the light. She steps forward, one foot hovering in front of your face.
"Lick it. Clean," she orders, her voice low and venomous.
You hesitate, breath catching, but her hand shoots out, grabbing your hair and yanking your head back. "Don't make me say it again," she hisses.
A soft moan slips from you, your body trembling as you lean forward, lips brushing the arch of her foot. The faint salt of her skin hits your tongue, and you shudder, a choked gasp escaping as you obey, licking slowly, carefully.
"You're pathetic," she mutters, her toes curling slightly as you work. Her grip on your hair tightens, pulling another whimper from your throat.
"Harder. Do it right," her foot presses against your mouth, your moans muffled against its, your cock throbs painfully in your pants.
"Faster," she snaps, "You're not done until I say so."
You obey, your tongue moving more urgently, tracing the curve of her arch, the soft skin of her toes, and she laughs, a sharp, mocking sound that makes your face burn. "God, you're fucking disgusting," she says, tugging your hair harder, forcing your head to tilt up.
"Look at you, whining like a bitch while you lick my feet."
She shifts her foot, pressing it harder against your mouth. "You like this, don't you?" she taunts, her toes curling slightly, brushing your lips.
"Big guy like you, all tough, but you're on your knees for someone like me," her voice sting.
She pulls her foot away suddenly, and you gasp, catching your breath, "Don't stop," she says, stepping closer until her other foot hovers in front of you, "Clean this one too."
You hesitate for a split second, and her hand cracks across your cheek— "Don't test me," she hisses, grabbing your chin and forcing your gaze up to meet hers. "You're mine right now, and you'll do whatever I say."
You lean forward, your tongue brushing her other foot, your hands clench into fists at your sides, fighting the urge to touch yourself, "Fuck," you mutter under your breath, and she smirks, clearly hearing it.
"What was that?" she says, her tone mocking.
She steps closer, her bare foot sliding down your chest, leaving a faint trail of dampness on your exposed skin. "You're falling apart, aren't you? Can't even talk straight."
Her foot presses against your chest now, pushing you back until you're leaning awkwardly against the desk, your knees still planted on the floor. "Say it. Tell me how much you want this."
"S-Sunbae," you stammer, "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean—"
"Wrong answer," she cuts you off, her foot sliding lower, brushing dangerously close to the bulge in your pants. You gasp, a low, desperate moan escaping as your hip twitches.
"Try again. Tell me you want this."
"I... I want it," you choke out, your body betrays you, hips shifting slightly, seeking more pressure, and she notices, her smirk widening.
"Louder," she demands, her foot pressing just enough to make you groan.
"I want it, sunbae," louder this time, your face burning as the words spill out. "Please... I need it."
She laughs again, and steps back, leaving you panting, your chest heaving.
"Pathetic," she mutters, circling you slowly, like a predator sizing up its prey. "Look at you, all worked up, begging for me."
Her fingers trail along the desk as she moves, her skirt swaying slightly, drawing your eyes despite yourself. "You think you deserve anything from me? After calling me short?"
You try to speak, to apologize, but your throat is tight, and all that comes out is another soft whimper.
She stops in front of you, grabbing your chin again, forcing you to look up at her, "You don't get to talk unless I tell you to," she says, her thumb brushing roughly over your lips.
"You're going to make this up to me, and you're going to do it my way."
Her hand slides down, gripping your torn shirt and yanking it off completely, leaving you bare from the waist up. You shiver, another moan slipping out as her nails rake lightly down your chest, leaving faint red lines.
"So fucking sensitive," she murmurs, almost to herself, her fingers lingering on your nipple, pinching just hard enough to make you gasp. "You're going to regret ever opening your mouth."
She steps back, sitting on the edge of the desk, her legs crossed, one bare foot dangling in front of you. "Crawl to me," she says, her voice low and commanding.
You hesitate, but her eyes narrow, and you know better than to disobey. You shift forward on your knees, crawl the short distance to her, your breath ragged, your body screaming with need.
"Good boy," she says, her tone mocking, makes your cock twitch again.
She uncrosses her legs, spreading them slightly, her skirt riding up just enough to make your mouth go dry.
"Now, let's see how well you can follow orders."
a/n: testing the waters, because this have been on my drafts since a long time
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