OKAY IM BACK FROM THE DEAD WITH REQUESTS!!! Uh I’m not too too sure how to do this so I’ll just do one at a time if that’s chill…
My first request is more brattamer!Jihyo x brat!reader (no charliexcx)
it could be hcs or a whole new oneshot, I just wanna know more of that dynamic and the high that r gets from “having” Jihyo on a leash before getting the rug pulled under her but still very much into that
It’s very fun to read abt it and got me giggling kicking my feet an everything 🤭🤭
Oh also can I be called 🦦 Anon here? I feel like I’m gonna be staying for a while 🙂↕️🙂↕️
╰┈➤ pairings. dom brattamer!jihyo x sub brat!freader
╰┈➤ sypnosis. you’ve been begging for a reaction all night with that smart mouth of yours. jihyo is finally ready to give you one. she’s done playing nice, and she’s done asking. if you want to act like you don't belong to her, she’s more than happy to spend the night proving exactly who you belong to. mouth shut, knees down, and eyes up.
╰┈➤ warns. slight masturbation. spanking. edging. dirty talk. deepthroating (the strap ofc). overstimulation. bondage. sensory deprivation. bit of spit. (sorryy)
╰┈➤ a/n. this is saurr yummyy. also first req and new anon yayy <33!! alao i hope i did it right!! tehehe i hope u liked ot bro :((
the ballroom was a sea of clinking crystal and the kind of expensive perfume that made your throat itch.
jihyo was in her element, looking lethal in a tailored silk suit that cost more than most people’s rent, a glass of champagne held loosely between her fingers. she was currently locked in a verbal pissing match with some tech ceo, casually outbragging him about a recent donation she’d made to a children’s hospital.
you stood just a half-step behind her, feeling the ache in your heels and the sheer weight of the boredom. every time the ceo laughed—a loud, fake sound—you felt another spike of irritation.
finally, when jihyo leaned in to deliver a particularly smug retort, you let out a long, audible huff and rolled your eyes so hard it practically hurt.
the tech mogul blinked, his smile faltering as he glanced at you.
jihyo didn’t look back. she just shifted her hand from your waist to the nape of your neck, her fingers tangling firmly into your hair.
“forgive her.” jihyo said, her voice dropping into a smooth, dangerous purr as she tightened her grip just enough to force you to stand a little straighter. “she’s had a very long day. and I think she’s forgotten that she’s supposed to be seen, not heard.”
she turned back to the ceo, finishing the conversation with a sharp, winning smile, but her thumb was already tracing the sensitive skin behind your ear in a way that promised your night was about to get a lot less boring—and a lot more painful.
the ceo laughed it off, but the air around jihyo had turned ice-cold. as she turned to move toward the bar, you didn't follow. instead, you jerked your head back, pulling your hair out of her grasp with a defiant little tilt of your chin.
"careful, jihyo," you whispered, loud enough for a few passing socialites to turn their heads. "you’re acting like you actually own me. it’s a damn charity event, not an auction."
jihyo’s jaw tightened, a small muscle jumping in her cheek. she didn't snap—not here, with a dozen cameras and a hundred gossips watching.
she just took a slow, deliberate sip of her drink, her eyes tracking you over the rim of the glass with a look that should have made your blood run cold.
instead of backing down, you leaned in closer, your lips almost brushing the shell of her ear. "you look so tense.. maybe you should go find someone who actually cares about your bank account to talk to." you punctuated the sentence by trailing a single finger down the spine of her blazer, a mocking, feather-light touch, before spinning on your heel and walking toward the balcony.
you knew she was right behind you. you could feel the heat of her stare like a physical weight on your shoulders. you reached the edge of the stone railing, looking out over the dark gardens, and heard the heavy thud of the balcony doors being pushed shut and locked behind you.
"you really think you're clever." jihyo's voice came from the shadows, no longer smooth or performative.
it was low, rough, and vibrating with an edge that told you she had finally run out of patience.
"i think i'm bored," you shot back, refusing to turn around. "and I think you're-"
the rest of the sentence was choked off as jihyo lunged, her hand slamming into the stone railing right next to your head while the other gripped your waist, spinning you around and pinning you against the cold marble.
"no. you're done thinking." she hissed, her face inches from yours. "and you're definitely done talking."
her hand stayed pinned against the stone, her knuckles white, and you didn't flinch. you let out a dry, mocking laugh, reaching up to adjust the lapel of her expensive suit as if she were nothing more than an unruly pet you were humoring.
"ooo look at park jihyo," you hummed, your voice dripping with fake sympathy. "all puffed up because i didn't play the part of the pretty, silent trophy. does it hurt your ego, jihyo? realizing that all that money and power doesn't actually buy my manners?"
you stepped into her space, forcing her to either back up or press tighter against you. you chose the latter, leaning your weight into her and watching her eyes darken.
"you’re vibrating," you teased, your hand sliding up from her lapel to catch the knot of her silk tie. you tugged it a little.
"quiet down, or people will start to think the great park jihyo can't even handle one little eye roll. it’s embarrassing, really. you’re making a scene."
jihyo didn't move. she didn't growl or snap. she just stood there, letting you pull on her tie, letting you mock her in the moonlight. but the way her chest was heaving, and the way her fingers were twitching against the marble railing, told a different story.
she was collecting every single bit of disrespect like a debt that was about to come due with heavy interest.
"are you done now?" she asked, her voice eerily calm—the kind of calm that happens right before a storm breaks.
"maybe," you shrugged, giving her tie one last, dismissive flick. "depends on if you can actually stay interesting for more than five minutes. but right now you’re just being.. predictable."
before you could blink, jihyo’s hand moved. she hauled you forward by the waist, her other hand snatching her own tie back and wrapping it once, twice around her palm, effectively shortening the distance until your noses were touching.
"oh, predictable?" she repeated, a dark, predatory smirk finally breaking across her face. "you want to act like a bitch, sweetheart? fine. let’s go home and see how much you like being put in your place."
jihyo’s grip on the tie tightened, but you didn't budge. you dug your heels into the stone floor of the balcony, a defiant smirk still plastered on your face.
"nah, i’m not going anywhere," you said, your voice airy and light, though your heart was pounding against your ribs really hard. "the party is just getting good, and i haven't even finished my drink. if you're tired, go ahead. i’m sure the driver can come back for me later."
you tried to twist out of her reach, but jihyo didn’t let go. she stepped closer, her shadow completely swallowing yours. the polite, public version of her was officially gone.
"this isn't a negotiation." jihyo’s voice was a low vibration you felt in your own chest. "do you think you get to decide when we’re done?"
"i think i’m bored of being told what to do," you countered, reaching out to poke a finger against her collarbone. "you’re acting like you have some kind of authority over me outside of your boardroom. it’s cute, jihyo."
that was the final straw.
jihyo didn't argue let alone respond. she simply moved. in one fluid motion, she hooked an arm around your waist and hauled you off your feet.
you let out a sharp, indignant yelp, your hands flying to her shoulders to steady yourself as she threw you over her shoulder like a sack of grain.
"put me down!" you hissed, kicking your legs, though the heavy silk of your outfit made it hard to get any real leverage. "jihyo! people are going to see!"
"let them see, who cares?" she snapped, her hand coming down in a sharp, stinging slap against the back of your thigh. the sound was deafening in the quiet of the balcony. "maybe they’ll learn what happens when someone doesn't know when to shut their mouth."
she marched toward the side exit of the balcony, bypassing the main ballroom entirely.
you were hanging upside down, watching the floor tiles blur past, your face flushed with a mix of anger and the sudden, sharp realization that you had finally pushed her off the ledge.
she reached the service elevator and slammed the button. when the doors opened, she tossed you inside. you hit the carpeted floor with a dull thud and scrambled to your feet, your hair a mess, your eyes blazing.
"get in the corner," jihyo commanded, her voice cutting through your protest like a blade. she looked focused. she started unbuttoning her cuffs, the silk tie now stuffed carelessly into her pocket. "i want you to shut up."
the elevator doors hissed shut, and the small space instantly felt too small for the amount of spite vibrating between you.
jihyo didn't say a word. she grabbed your arm and spun you around, slamming your palms against the cold mirror and forcing your hips back.
then came the first slap.
it was a heavy, open-palmed strike right across the tender skin of your upper thighs. you gasped, the sound echoing off the metal walls, but you didn't drop the smirk.
you turned your head just enough to look at her over your shoulder, your hair falling over your face.
"getting desperate, jihyo?" you taunted, even as your legs gave a tiny, involuntary quiver. "can't win the argument with words, so you have to use your hands? it’s cute how much I get under your skin."
another one, right in the same spot. the heat was blooming fast, a sharp contrast to the cold glass pressing against your front.
jihyo’s face was a mask of focused intensity, her breathing starting to get heavy. she wasn't looking at the numbers counting down the floors, she was looking at the way your skin was turning a deep pink under her hand.
"you're still talking.." jihyo muttered, her voice dropping low. she delivered a flurry of three sharp, stinging swats in quick succession.
you hissed through your teeth, your fingers clawing at the mirror, but you forced a laugh. "i'm talking because you’re making me. wow, the 'great leader' losing her cool because i rolled my eyes at some boring billionaire. i’ve got you exactly where i want you, don’t i?"
you felt her hand pause, hovering just inches from your skin. for a second, there was only the hum of the elevator. then, she leaned down, her chest pressing into your back, and grabbed a handful of your hair, pulling your head back so you had to look at her in the reflection.
"do you think this is a tantrum?" she whispered, her thumb tracing the reddened skin she’d just marked. "you think you’re pulling the strings because I’m touching you?"
she leaned in closer, her lips brushing your burning ear.
"well i’m just letting you talk because i want you to remember every word you said. i want you to remember how in control you felt right now, because when those doors open, i’m done being gentle. you’re just the one making it get tighter."
the elevator dinged, the floor beneath you leveling out. jihyo didn't let go of your hair. she just watched you in the mirror, waiting to see if you had one more bratty comment left before forcing you to leave the elevator with her.
the garage was cavernous and silent, the air smelling of cold concrete and expensive tires.
jihyo didn't bother being subtle anymore. she kept a firm grip on your upper arm, her stride long and purposeful as she marched you toward her blacked-out car.
even with your thighs still thrumming from the heat of the slaps, you kept your head high. you stumbled slightly in your heels but used the momentum to lean into her, a mocking smile playing on your lips.
"going a little fast, aren't we?" you chirped, your voice echoing off the low ceiling. "if you wanted to get me alone this badly, you could have just asked. you don't have to do this whole tough act just to get my attention. i know you're goddamn obsessed with me."
jihyo didn't look at you. she reached the car and pulled the back door open with a sharp thud.
instead of sliding in, you leaned back against the frame of the car, crossing your arms over your chest. you looked her up and down, your gaze lingering on the slight mess you'd made of her suit lapels earlier.
"hmm, make me," you challenged, your voice dropping to a teasing, low hum. "you’re so used to everyone jumping when you snap your fingers. it must drive you crazy that i’m the only one who doesn't care about your little orders. admit it. you love that you can't actually make me do anything I don't want to do."
you reached out, your fingertips trailing mockingly over the back of her hand—the one that had just been marking your skin in the elevator.
"i've got you wrapped around my finger, and you're too proud to say it."
jihyo finally turned her head, her dark eyes locking onto yours. she didn't look frustrated anymore. she looked like she was watching a trap finally snap shut.
"wrapped around your finger?" she repeated, a slow, terrifyingly calm smirk spreading across her face. she reached into the pocket of her blazer and pulled out the silk tie she’d been wearing earlier, slowly winding the expensive fabric around her knuckles.
"you really believe your own lies, don't you?" she stepped into your space, her body pinning you against the open door. "you think because i’m letting you talk, you’re the one in charge. but we’re in my car now. the partition is up. and i think it’s time i reminded you what happens to pets who forget their place."
the silence of the garage was shattered by the sharp, ringing sound of jihyo’s palm meeting your cheek. it was nothing like the spanking in the elevator, this was a sting that snapped your head to the side, leaving your skin burning and your ears ringing.
before you could even draw a breath to retort, she grabbed your shoulder and shoved you hard into the back seat. you tumbled onto the leather, the air huffing out of you, but as you scrambled to sit up and spit out another defiant remark, jihyo was already hovering over you.
"not another damn word," she hissed.
you opened your mouth to mock her—to tell her that hitting you only proved how much power you had over her emotions but the words died in your throat as she lunged forward. she didn't go for your wrists. she snapped the silk tie taut between her hands.
before you could pull away, she looped the fabric around your head, pulling it tight over your eyes.the world went pitch black. the expensive, smooth silk pressed against your eyelids, cutting off your ability to see her expression or anticipate her next move. you felt the familiar weight of her body pinning your knees down as she knotted the silk firmly at the back of your head.
"you like to talk so much because you think you know what I'm thinking," jihyo whispered, her breath hot against your ear in the darkness of the car. "you think if you can see me, you're safe. we'll test how much control you feel like you have when you can’t see my hand coming."
you reached up to tear the blindfold off, but she caught your wrists in one hand, forcing them down into your lap. the engine hummed to life, the vibration of the car rattling through your bones.
"from now until we get home, you don't exist unless i touch you. do you understand?"
even blind and pinned, you tried to tilt your chin up, a small, shaky smirk still trying to form on your lips. "you're just... scared to look me in the eye while you do this."you felt her fingers wrap firmly around your jaw, squeezing just enough to make you gasp.
"i'm not the one who's scared, sweetheart. but by the time i take this off, you'll be begging me to look at you again."
in the claustrophobic darkness of the backseat, you let out a sharp, jagged laugh. even with your vision cut off and your jaw held in her iron grip, you couldn't help but twist the knife one more time.
"that's it, jihyo?" you spat, your voice trembling but still defiant. "blindfolds and threats? you’re soo desperate to feel powerful that you have to play these little games. you know the second you take this off, i’m just going to laugh in your face again. you can't break me, and it's killing you."
the silence that followed was heavy. the only sound was the low hum of the car tires against the asphalt. then, the grip on your jaw vanished.
the first slap was blinding. without your sight to brace for the impact, the shock of it sent a white-hot jolt through your entire body.
you tried to hurl an insult, but a second slap caught you on the other cheek, snapping your head back against the leather headrest.
"you think..." slap. "this is..." slap. "...a game?" jihyo’s voice was right at your ear, punctuating every sharp blow.
she didn't stop. she wasn't being careful anymore. it was a relentless, stinging rhythm that rocked your head from side to side. the smart remarks died in your throat, replaced by sharp, involuntary gasps.
the heat in your cheeks turned into a deep, pulsing throb that felt like it was radiating through your skull.
your bravado finally shattered under the sheer weight of the physical sensation. a sob broke through your lips, unbidden and raw.
as the tears began to flow, you felt the cool silk over your eyes grow heavy and damp, the fabric clinging to your lashes as it soaked up the salt.
jihyo’s hand finally paused, but she didn't move away. she pressed her palm against your burning, wet cheek, her thumb wiping away a stray tear that had escaped the bottom of the blindfold.
"there she is," jihyo murmured, her voice terrifyingly soft now that the defiance had been beaten out of you. "i told you that mouth would get you into trouble. look what happened now, you're sobbing and shaking in the back of my car, and we haven't even made it to the driveway yet."
she leaned in, her lips pressing against your damp forehead through the silk. "mwa."
she acted as if she wasn't just beating the hell out of you before getting in her car after leaving the backseat, closing the door.
the car lurched forward, the engine’s low growl vibrating through the floorboards and straight into your bones.
jihyo didn't say a word as she navigated out of the garage, the silence in the back seat broken only by your jagged, wet sobs.
you were a mess. your face was throbbing, your cheeks stung with a heat that wouldn't quit, and the damp silk over your eyes felt heavy and stifling.
but as the initial shock of the slaps began to fade, a different, more treacherous heat started to pool low in your stomach.
every time the car took a sharp turn, forcing your body to slide against the leather, the friction sent a jolt of electricity through you.
you tried to suppress a whimper, but it came out sounding less like pain and more like an invitation.
your breath was hitching—not from the crying anymore, but because the sheer, overwhelming weight of jihyo’s authority was doing things to you that your pride refused to admit.
you felt your thighs press together instinctively, a desperate, involuntary search for friction.
you were soaked—not just the blindfold, but the silk of your underwear was clinging to you, ruined by the very person who had just humbled you.
the humiliation of being slapped into silence was warring with a desperate, pulsing need to be touched again.
jihyo must have noticed. even without looking back, she could hear the shift in your breathing—the way your sobs had turned into shallow, needy pants.
"you're awfully quiet now," jihyo’s voice drifted back from the driver's seat, cool and observant. "but i can almost hear your heart racing from here. is the big, bad brat finally realizing how much she likes being put in her place?"
she let out a low, dark chuckle that made your pussy throb.
"how pathetic, sweetheart. crying like a baby while you’re dripping for the woman who did it to you. i can practically smell how much you want me to finish what I started."
she hit a straightaway and accelerated, the g-force pinning you back into the seat.
"keep yourself worked up," she commanded, her tone dropping into that boss register that always made your knees weak. "the more you ache right now, the better it’s going to feel when i finally let you come.." she giggled.
“don’t you dare move a finger toward your lap, though” jihyo’s voice cut through the dark, sharp and cold as a blade. “if I see you trying to find a shortcut to relief, i’ll make sure you don't feel anything but the back of my hand for the rest of the week. so hands on the armrests. now.”
you obeyed, your fingers trembling as you gripped the leather, but the fire between your legs was becoming unbearable.
the hum of the tires against the road felt like it was vibrating directly through the seat and into your core.
your pride was gone, replaced by a desperate, clawing need that made your head swim.
you waited until the car hit a rhythmic stretch of highway, the steady thrum of the pavement providing a bit of acoustic cover.
slowly, breathlessly, you slid one hand off the armrest. you moved with agonizing slowness, your heart hammering against your ribs so hard you were sure she could see it through your clothes.
your fingers finally found the edge of your damp lace, slipping beneath the fabric.
the contact made your entire body jump, a sharp gasp catching in the back of your throat.
you froze, holding your breath until your lungs burned, listening for any shift in the car’s movement.
emboldened, you began to move your fingers. you circled your clit with your thumb.
it was torture trying to keep it quiet. you bit down on your own lip, muffling the whimpers that wanted to spill out as you found your rhythm.
the contrast of the cool air on your skin and the white-hot heat of your own touch was sending you over the edge.
you were so close, your body arching almost imperceptibly, your toes curling inside your heels.
you were just seconds away from a messy, quiet peak when the car suddenly swerved.
the tires screeched as jihyo pulled onto the shoulder of the dark, empty road and slammed the gear into park.
the silence that followed was eerie.
"did you really think," jjhyo’s voice came from much closer now—she had already climbed into the back seat, the leather creaking under her weight, "that i wouldn't notice the movement of your arm moving? or the way your breath hitched every time you hit the right spot?"
you froze, your hand still buried in your clothes, your heart slamming against your ribs so hard it hurt.
you felt the leather dip as she hovered over you.
"i gave you a direct order," she whispered, her fingers wrapping firmly around your wrist and wrenching your hand away from your body.
"and you still decided to play one last game. you just couldn't help yourself, could you?"
she leaned in, her teeth grazing the shell of your ear.
"now I'm going to make you wait for it. and don't you even think about touching yourself for the rest of the night."
jihyo didn't let go of your wrist, she firmly pinned your hand against the headrest above you, leaving you completely exposed and blind in the dark
“you wanted to touch yourself so badly,” jihyo murmured, her voice a low, dangerous vibration. “let’s see how you handle it when i’m the one in control of the friction.”
she used her two fingers, circling the sensitive, aching spot you had been desperately trying to soothe. her touch was excruciatingly slow, barely there, just enough to make your hips lift off the seat in a silent plea.
every time you reached that white-hot peak where your vision started to blur behind the silk—every time you were about to shatter, she stopped.
she completely withdrew her hand, leaving you cold and throbbing in the sudden void.
"n-no... please," you whimpered, your head thrashing against the leather. the bratty defiance from the gala was a distant memory.
you were nothing but a raw nerve now.
"please what?" jihyo asked, her voice calm and clinical. she leaned in, her lips ghosting over your neck. "you wanted to break the rules. this is the consequence. you don’t get to finish. not until i decide you’ve earned it."
she started moving her fingers again, faster this time, driving you right back up to the edge.
her fingers felt so warm on your aching, wet pussy, making you involuntary clench around nothing.
you could feel the orgasm coiling in your lower stomach, the pressure building until it was almost painful.
just as your breath hitched into a high, broken sob, she stopped again, her thumb pressing firmly against you to kill the sensation.
"look at you," she whispered, watching your body tremble with the effort of not coming. "soaked, crying, and begging for me you were mocking an hour ago. you're not in control of anything, sweetheart. not your mouth, and certainly not this."
she did it again. and again. bringing you to the very brink of a messy release before snatching it away, leaving you in a state of agonizing overstimulation.
your mind was a fog of "please" and "more," the damp silk over your eyes now a permanent reminder of how far you’d fallen.
"i sure hope this is more than enough to be a lesson," she said, finally pulling back and smoothing her hair.
as jihyo pulled her tie from her pocket and expertly cinched your wrists together—the silk biting into your skin—the last of your stubborn fire went out.
your sobs came thick and heavy, shaking your entire frame. between the stinging heat on your face, the damp silk blinding you, and the agonizing ache jihyo had left between your legs, you were completely overwhelmed.
you cannot deny how badly you love being treated like this. like a slut, nothing more.
your tears soaked further into the blindfold, making the darkness feel even heavier, even more permanent.
jihyo didn't offer a comforting word. she watched you for a moment, her eyes tracing the way your shoulders lurched with every broken breath.
she reached out, not to soothe you, but to tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear, her fingers lingering on your heated skin.
"good," she whispered, her voice devoid of its earlier malice, replaced by a chillingly calm satisfaction. "that’s the only sound I want to hear from you. no more jokes, just those pretty, broken little sounds."
she climbed back into the driver’s seat, the leather creaking as she moved away.
the car shifted back into gear, and the smooth, silent motion of the drive resumed.
you sat there, bound and blind, the vibration of the road the only thing grounding you as you cried into the silence.
you knew exactly where you were going, and for the first time tonight, you were truly terrified (and very turned on) of what jihyo would do once she got you behind closed doors.
the tires crunched over the gravel of the driveway, and the engine cut out with a final, heavy vibration.
jihyo rounded the car and hauled you out, your bound wrists making it impossible to balance as she slung you over her shoulder once again.
the walk to the front door was a blur of darkness and the thud of her heart against your skin.
the second the heavy oak door clicked shut behind you, the public world was finally gone.
as she reached the center of the living room, she let you slide down her body, but before your feet could even find their purchase on the hardwood, her hand came down in a massive, stinging whack across your ass.
the sound echoed through the high ceilings of the empty house, a sharp crack that made you cry out into the damp silk of your blindfold.
the shock of it, combined with your already overstimulated state, sent a fresh wave of tears down your cheeks and only made you more needier
"move already," she commanded, her voice dropping into that dark, low register that brooked no argument.
she gave you a firm shove toward the oversized leather couch. you stumbled blindly, your knees hitting the edge of the cushions before you collapsed onto the soft surface.
you tried to curl into a ball, to hide from the sensory overload, but jihyo was already there, her hands on your shoulders, pinning you flat against the leather.
"well i did tell you exactly what was going to happen," jihyo chuckled, her breath ghosting over your ear as she loomed over you.
she reached back and gripped the knot of the blindfold, giving it a sharp tug that forced your head back.
"you spent all night trying to prove you were the one in charge. and now you’re going to spend the rest of it proving how well you can obey."
jihyo’s weight shifted off the couch, the leather slightly creaking as she stood up.
the sudden lack of her warmth made the air in the room feel icy against your heated, tear-streaked skin.
you lay there, bound and blind, ears straining to catch every sound in the silent house. the click of a drawer. the heavy thump of something being set on the mahogany coffee table.
then, the sound of leather sliding against leather.
the realization of what was coming made your heart pounfed against your ribs. you tried to pull your knees together, a reflexive urge to protect yourself, but the sound of jihyo’s footsteps returning made you freeze.
"I told you to stay still," she murmured, her voice eerily calm.
you felt her hands on your hips, strong and unyielding, as she hauled you toward the edge of the couch.
she adjusted the silk blindfold one last time, making sure it was tight, before her fingers brushed over the curve of your hip.
"you’ve been such a loud, bratty little thing all night, right?” jihyo said, and you could hear the dark smirk in her tone. "so confident. so sure that you were the one pulling the strings. it’s only fair that i use something that will finally make you lose that voice of yours."
you heard the faint whirr or the snap of harness buckles—the unmistakable sound of her preparing her strap.
your breath hitched, a broken, high-pitched whimper escaping your lips as the gravity of the situation finally sank in.
"don’t start begging yet, cutie." she whispered, leaning down so her lips were brushing against your burning ear. "we have a very long night ahead of us, and I haven't even begun to show you what happens when I finally stop being 'predictable.'"
she pressed a firm hand into the small of your back, pinning you into the cushions, and you felt the cold weight of the toy brush against your inner thigh.
the silk of your panties was swept aside with a ruthless, singular tug.
jihyo moved with the cold efficiency of someone who had spent all night waiting to reclaim what was hers.
when she finally pushed her strap inside, it was a sharp, uncompromising invasion that stole the air right out of your lungs.
you arched your back off the couch, your bound wrists jerking upward as your head thrashed against the leather.
the first few thrusts were heavy and deep, designed to ground you, to remind you of the physical weight of her authority.
you felt her cock stretch you to your limit, filling you up as you gasped while jihyo loomrd over you with a cocky smirk.
"i'm sorry! jihyo, i'm sorry!" the apologies finally broke out of you in a frantic, high-pitched stream.
the bratty confidence of the ballroom had been completely incinerated, replaced by a raw, desperate need to please the woman currently dominating your entire world.
"i'll be good.. oh fuck! i promise, please-"
"quiet.." jihyo grunted, her hands gripping your hips so hard her knuckles dug into your skin.
she didn't slow down. her hips were pounding your pelvic with a bruising force.
"i don't want your promises. i want your submission."
underneath the sobbing and the frantic apologies, however, was a dark, treacherous thrill.
your body was betraying every word coming out of your mouth.
every time she hit that deep, perfect spot, a jolt of pure electricity shot through your spine.
your pussy would clench the strap so tightly, coating the shaft with your own wetness making it easier for her to pound into you.
you were soaking the cushions, your internal muscles clenching around her in a way that screamed for more, even as you begged her to stop.
the shame of being broken down like this only served to make the pleasure sharper, more illicit.
jihyo leaned down, her chest crushing yours as she moved, her voice a dark, breathless rasp in your ear.
"you're so tight for me, baby. is this what you wanted all night? to be handled like this? to have someone fuck you ruthlessly?"
she increased the pace, the friction becoming overwhelming. the tip of her strap would hit your cervix each time she thrusted.
you were sobbing for real now, the damp blindfold a heavy weight, your mind spinning as you hovered on the very edge of a total, soul-shattering collapse.
the intensity in the room reached a fever pitch, the air thick with the weight of the moment.
every sensation felt magnified—the firmness of her grip, the sound of her grunts, breathing, and the overwhelming sensory overload from the blindfold.
you swore you were gonna cum, but the sudden withdrawal killed that hope and left your cunt so empty and aching for more.
jihyo didn’t let you wallow in it for long. before you could even find your voice to beg, her hand was back, but not where you wanted it.
her fingers tangled deep into your hair, gripping the roots with a firm, bruising strength that forced your head back at a sharp, vulnerable angle.
"you’ve got such a loud for a brat." she simply spoke, her voice dropping to a low, dangerous vibration.
you felt the heat of her leaning over you, the scent of her skin filling your senses even through the dark of the blindfold.
she pressed the head of her strap against your lips—blunt and demanding. "open up," she commanded, a simple, cold order that left no room for your bratty defiance.
the moment you parted your lips to protest, she pushed inside.
it wasn't a gentle entry. it was a sudden, intrusive invasion that claimed the back of your throat instantly.
your breath hitched, catching in your chest as the thick, slick material forced your jaw to stretch, bottoming out with an unrelenting pressure that made your eyes water behind the fabric of the blindfold.
"hngh!—mhh!" you whined and gagged, you tried breathing through your nose but the gag still didn't stop.
"that’s it," jihyo hissed, her thumb tracing the line of your jaw to keep it locked open. "take it all. let’s see how long you can keep that attitude when you can’t even breathe."
she hummed, pounding into your mouth as you started digging your nails into your palms since you had nothing to grip on.
"good girl," she purred. "just like a silent, obedient little pet. no more smart mouth, right?"
she pulled back just an inch, only to thrust back in with a rhythmic, punishing pace that made your head swim. every slide felt twice as thick, twice as invasive.
you could hear the wet, messy sounds of the friction—the spit she’d used earlier now coating the strap and making it slide with a slick, sickening squelch against your tongue and throat.
between the ache between your legs she’d left behind and the absolute fullness in your throat, your brain was short-circuiting. you tried to pull away, a final bratty instinct, but her grip on your hair was tight.
"no." she hissed, her other hand coming down to firmly cup your jaw, locking you in place. "you wanted my full attention, so you're going to take every bit of it until i say you’re done."
she has you silenced and anchored by your hair and sets a rhythm that is purely about her own control.
each thrust is deep and unrelenting, the blunt weight of her driving past your teeth until it bottoms out against the back of your throat.
you try to keep up, your throat muscles working in frantic, involuntary swallows, but the pace is too much.
because of the blindfold, you have no way to time the next hit, you just have to endure the constant, rhythmic invasion of your space.
the sounds in the room are thick and heavy—the wet, rhythmic slide of her against you and the muffled, desperate sounds of your own gasping breaths.
"still trying to fight me? no? didn't think so.." jihyo’s voice is a dark, amused rasp above the sounds of your struggle.
she increases the speed, her hips snapping forward with a force that makes your head jar back against her hand.
the intensity is becoming a physical wall. Your eyes are streaming behind the fabric over them, and your lungs are burning for a full breath that she won't let you take.
every time you try to pull back, her grip on your hair tightens, forcing you to take even more of her.
you are reduced to a shaking, sobbing mess, your hands clutching blindly at her thighs as your mind spins into white static.
you can't take it. your body is arching, and your muffled whines turn into desperate, high-pitched pleas that die in your throat.
and you are completely at her mercy, pushed past the limit of what you can handle as she continues to claim every bit of your space.
jihyo’s hips snap forward one last time, driving deep until she bottoms out, and then she simply stops—holding herself there with a punishing, heavy stillness.
the weight of her is absolute, filling your throat so completely that your breath hitches and dies in your chest.
you can't help the way your body reacts. a violent, involuntary gag ripples through you, your throat muscles convulsing in a desperate, rhythmic struggle to reject the intrusion, but she doesn't budge.
jihyo’s hand stays locked in your hair, her knuckles pressing into your scalp to keep your head pinned back, ensuring you take every inch of her.
muffled, high-pitched whines escape your nose, the only outlet left for the panic and heat rising in your chest.
your eyes are streaming behind the blindfold, the darkness only making the sensation of being choked and conquered feel more immense.
you claw weakly at her legs, your fingers digging into her skin as you plead silently for just a single breath.
"shh, shush it." she murmurs, her voice calm and terrifyingly steady against the sounds of your distress.
"just take it. be still for me."
she holds you in that agonizing, breathless state for a several long seconds, letting the feeling of being totally overcome sink in until your limbs go heavy and your resistance turns into a desperate, shaking surrender.
only when she feels the last of your fight drain away does she finally, slowly, draw back.
the rush of cold air hitting your lungs is violent. you slump forward, gasping and coughing, your chest heaving as you try to reclaim the oxygen she’d just been rationing.
your string of saliva connecting the tip of her strap and tears messing your face, but before you can even recover, you feel jihyo’s hand slide from your hair to cup your cheek, her thumb tracing your trembling lower lip.
"there, there.." she whispers, her tone almost affectionate now that she’s broken you. "was that so hard?"
while you’re still reeling from the weight of her in your throat, she’s already moving, the shift of her body signaling the end of your wait.
she hooks her hands under your knees and drags you back toward her, the sudden movement forcing a startled cry from your lungs.
"since you've been a good brat," she murmurs, her voice thick with a dark, satisfied edge. "i shall reward you."
she doesn't bother easing in. with a single, authoritative thrust, she replaces the emptiness she left earlier with a sudden, blunt invasion.
the sensation is overwhelming—a massive, stretching fullness that claims your entire focus and turns your frantic gasps into a long, broken moan.
after the cold ache of the withdrawal, the heat of her back inside you feels like a physical shock, grounding you and shattering you all at once.
your pussy was getting stretched to its limit again, swallowing the shaft eagerly despite struggling to adjust.
jihyo doesn't wait for you to adjust anyways.
she sets a pace that is deep and unrelenting, her hips snapping forward with a rhythmic force that jars through your entire frame.
every time she bottoms out, the friction sends a new wave of intensity through you, making your mind spin and your fingers curl into the sheets.
the blindfold makes it impossible to brace yourself, you can only feel the way she dominates your space, the sound of her heavy breathing and the steady, rhythmic thwack of skin on skin filling the room.
you’re no longer a brat trying to win a game. you’re just a shivering, undone mess, completely filled and controlled by her every movement.
"hmm, fuck.." she gasps, her hand coming down to pin your shoulder to the bed, anchoring you for a deeper hit. "take all of it. this is exactly where you belong."
the rhythm becomes frantic, jihyo’s hips snapping forward with a desperate, heavy force that leaves you no room to think.
every thrust is deep, blunt, and unrelenting, driving you further and further into the mattress.
with the blindfold cutting off your sight, the world has narrowed down to just this—the heat of her, the stretching fullness, and the friction that is rapidly turning into a white-hot spark at your core.
"i know you’re so close.." jihyo moans, her voice breaking as her own composure begins to slip.
she reaches down, her fingers finding your clit and adds a sharp, targeted pressure that sends a jolt of electricity straight to your brain.
her thumb pressed hard on your already puffy clit, rubbing it.
your vision—already dark—exploding into brilliant bursts of color behind your eyelids.
your breath hitches, your throat working in silent, breathless gasps as the first wave of the climax hits.
it’s a total, soul-shattering collapse. your internal muscles clamp down around her strap in a desperate, rhythmic pulse that you couldn't stop if you tried.
you’re sobbing in pleasure, your head thrown back against the couch as the release pours through you, heavy and exhausting.
you finally cummed. finally..
your entire body goes taut, your toes curling and your fingers digging into jihyo’s arms as you try to anchor yourself in the middle of the storm.
jihyo doesn't stop. she drives into you through the height of it, her own movements becoming jagged and uncoordinated until, with one final, deep groan, she collapses against your chest.
the weight of her is grounding, her heart hammering a frantic rhythm against your own as the room slowly stops spinning.
you’re left trembling and undone, the aching finally gone, replaced by a heavy, tingly lethargy that makes your every limbs feel heavy.
"good girl, good fucking girl.." jihyo whispers into your ear, her breath hot and ragged. "i knew you could take it."
she reached her hand out and removes the silk she used to blindfold you. your eyes were wet, and you quickly wiped the tears.
jihyo just hummed, pressing a soft kiss on your cheek and murmuring something dirty in your ear. "fucking you is the best thing to discipline a brat like you."
a/n: idk if this is exactly what tou asked for but i really really super duper hope you liked it ok??
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