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prodbywon · 2 days ago

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　★　UNBELIEVABLE　.　yjw

in which : your bratty instincts always catch up with you—but so does your boyfriend’s patience.

⌞ 양정원 + f!reader ⌝ ⎯⎯ smut, minors do not interact. contains : porn w barely any plot, brat tamer!jungwon, reader is whiny, daddy kink, spanking, thighriding, degradation, a little praising, fingering, orgasm denial, overstimulation kinda, pussy slapping like once, unprotected sex, finger sucking, jungwon is down bad lawl wc : 3.5k ⎯⎯ oneshot 𐙚 sol : JUNGWON DEBUT ON MY ACC WE CHEERED lord this fic is finally out thank u to my baby @iclimbjungwon for keeping up w me cuz she witnessed every crashout i had while writing tjis. this is barely proofread its 1am here snd i have work tomorrow ok so . pls leave feedbacks ok bye love u

What gets you every time about Yang Jungwon is when he’s collected—hands in his pockets, voice calm, like nothing you say could ever throw him off balance. Which, of course, only makes you want to try harder.

Jungwon is a patient man, but not endlessly so. He has a way of handling you that makes it impossible to actually win when you try to push his buttons.

And you love him, you love your boyfriend so much—but if there's something you love even more, that would be to piss him off.

You know exactly how to get under his skin. The little things, small acts of defiance, drawing out his name in that tone you know makes his brow twitch. It’s a game to you, chipping away at that unbothered facade piece by piece until his composure thins and you catch the flicker of frustration in his eyes.

And he always lets you think you’ve won, right before he decides it’s his turn to remind you who’s really in control. It starts over something small. After Jungwon had forgotten to text you back earlier, when he came home, you acted like he was barely there.

You keep your eyes locked on your phone, pretending the shift in the air isn’t pulling at you.

His slow footsteps approach, and he doesn’t say a word until he’s close enough that you can feel the heat radiating off of him standing behind the couch.

There’s a glint in his eyes the second he sees the sight of you laid down on the couch, skirt framing the curve of your ass, white lace-trimmed tank top clinging just right.

“Not even a ‘hi’?” His voice low and deliberate. You purse your lips, eyes glued to your phone. “Dunno. Maybe reply to my text that I sent 9 hours ago?”

It’s that tone yet again, the one you use knowing well it gets under his skin. You don’t need to turn around to feel the weight of his gaze, scorching into you like it could burn right through skin and bone.

He lets out a slow breath—like he's both annoyed and amused. “That’s what this is about?” You can practically hear the irritation and the amusement in his voice. It makes you roll your eyes, you mumble out an 'ugh', which doesn't go unnoticed by him.

You don't even reply, you know you're being petty. All you truly want is for him to put you in your place, though you'd never admit that out loud.

That’s all it takes. In two strides, he’s standing over you, pulling your phone straight out of your hand before you can protest. "Jungwon—!" He tsks before letting out a dark chuckle. Annoyance lingers on his face, tipping over into exasperation. Jungwon’s drawn to you in a way that unravels him, and you know it.

But you can’t help yourself; riling him up by being such a brat and putting up an attitude is far too tempting.

“Don’t start.” He says, crouching so he’s eye-level with you. He squeezes your face firmly with his hand, tilting his head to the side with a lazy grin. "Try that again, baby. Say it to my face."

You flinch at how sharp his tone is, the amusement in his voice is suddenly all gone. "Give me back—"

Before you can even continue your sentence, his hand closes sturdily around your wrist—not enough to hurt, but just enough to tell you you’re not meant to pull away.

He pulls you up to your feet, unrelenting as he drags you toward the bedroom. "I hate you!” You try to pull away from his grip stubbornly as you glare sharply at him, but he only smirks and his hold just tightens even more.

He knows you don’t mean it. The quick, almost eager pace of your steps tells him everything he needs to know.

He sits down on the edge of the bed, knees spread wide, and drags you over his lap, your stomach pressing hard against his thighs as you place your hands down on the soft mattress.

“You love pissing me off, yeah?” He exhales, voice cold and sharp. “Then you can deal with the consequences.”

"Let go,” you mutter, still acting up even though the words come out of your mouth meekly. Your eyes are fixed on the ruffled sheets of your shared bed, and you try to squirm out of his grip, but it's impossible when he's got your hands pinned to your back with one hand.

Your chest feels tight, each heartbeat quick and heavy, not from panic, but from that consuming warmth only he can ignite.

“Stop moving.” Your breath catches, a gulp slipping past your throat as his hand runs down your spine. Your body shudders, a soft whimper coming out of your lips from the sheer effect of his touch alone.

It’s almost ironic how easily you surrender, though it’s exactly what you’d been craving from the start—to be put in your place by your unyielding boyfriend.

He drifts his hand to the fabric of your skirt, raising it to reveal your ass. He moves his hand down to the curve of your ass, cupping it with care before giving it a squeeze. "Stay still and count, hmm?" He says, his tone is deep, almost coaxing, as he leans in to press a feather-light kiss to your shoulder, knowing the next thing he's about to do to you will be anything but gentle.

When you only nod, Jungwon clicks his tongue.

"Yes, daddy," you breathe out shakily, biting down on your lower lip to prevent any more noises from coming out of your mouth.

He bites back a scoff at the drastic change of your demeanor, "Good girl. Always so good when you're finally being put in your place." He says, one hand rested on the small of your back while the other grips the curve of your ass, before delivering an ear-ringing slap against the soft flesh of your asscheek.

You whimper, almost forgetting to count before you stutter out a quiet 'one'.

"Again, louder.” He places another slap, and this time it stings so much more. You whimper, body twitching at both the pain and pleasure of his sharp spank.

“O-one,”

He soothes his palm over the warm color blooming across your ass before drawing his hand back again—the sharp crack of his slap ringing loud in your ears. Your body jerks up, a hitched exhale leaving your lips as you press your thighs together. “Two,”

The intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure leaves you dizzy, able to do nothing but stay still and let it wash over you.

He continues without hesitation, every movement steady and intentional. The sharp spank of his palm cuts through the silence of the bedroom, your voice whining out numbers in between each blow.

“T-ten,” he has to hold your waist down to keep you from squirming around so much, his eyes scanning all over your shuddering body as he grins lazily at the sight of your reddened ass, your lace panties completely soaked.

The way you’re so turned on from getting spanked by your boyfriend, it makes him chuckle darkly.

He fixes your lace panties, teasing you as you whine pathetically into the white sheets of your bed. Your hips try to buck upward, but you fail from how strong he’s holding you down. “Wonie, daddy—please,” And gently—he lifts you up, making you straddle his thigh. You blink, too buzzed and mind too hazy to understand what he’s trying to make you do.

“Since you’re so desperate,” he murmurs, one hand sliding up the back of your neck, the other resting against your waist. “Go on, do it yourself.”

Your cheeks paint a red hue over your cheeks as the realization hits you, Your thighs press together in reflex, hands finding their way to hold onto his biceps.

He tilts his head, almost in mockery, watching as you try to hide your face in the crook of his neck. You groan needily, muffled against his skin. “Daddy,” you mewl, lips forming a pout that brushes warm over the side of his neck.

He squeezes your waist as a warning, “What? Don’t wanna do any work?” He asks, releasing a scoff when you nod pleadingly.

“You’re lucky I’m even giving you something to relieve yourself on,” he sneers, voice dripping with contempt.

“How did I even end up with such a pathetic little slut?” His words are cruel, and yet you find yourself growing wetter, shifting around his lap as you whimper.

He tilts his head, almost as if considering it. “Maybe I should just leave you like this—let you cry and beg until morning.”

You shake your head profusely, letting out another stuttered whine as your hold on his biceps tightens in need. “N-no, please,” you finally pull back from his neck, your eyes glossy as you pout at him with your eyebrows slightly knitted together.

“Then make yourself feel good. Without my help.

You hesitate for a moment, before you see his narrowed eyes looking at you with raised brows. You begin to move against his thigh, letting out a small gasp when you feel the friction almost immediately.

Jungwon watches you silently with a piercing gaze, letting you rut against his thigh feverishly. The way his eyes look at you attentively makes your face redden even more, leaning closer to him to press your forehead against his shoulder.

“You’re so shy now, what happened to your attitude?” he murmurs at your ear with a wicked grin, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. You shake your head, a shaky whine escaping as you roll your hips against his thigh, the firm muscle catching your clothed clit just right. Your body trembles with each roll of your hips, his hands unmoving on your waist and your pace grows quicker, soft needy sounds spilling from your mouth. It feels good—so good—but you can’t shake the thought that it’s still not enough.

“Need you, daddy,” he feels your fingers curl against the fabric of his shirt, your pace slightly faltering when you feel his grip on your waist tighten.

“I’m right here, aren’t I?” You shake your head again, moving your face to press it against the crook of his neck. “No…”

He hums with a feigned innocence, though the smug curve of his lips says he already knows exactly what you’re craving. His gaze lingers, expectant, like he’s daring for you to say it aloud. “What do you want, baby? Use your big girl words for me.”

You completely stop moving on his thigh, breathing sharply as you pull away from his neck. “I want you to fuck me. Please, daddy.” Your voice comes out as a whisper, really only audible for him to hear.

“Yeah? Want daddy to fuck you?” He leans back, gaze raking over you, from looking at your flushed face to looking at the way your nipples are perking through your thin top.

You nod, looking up at him with wide, pleading eyes in a last attempt to prove that you’ve been good, your thighs instinctively trying to press close together under the weight of his words and his stare.

And as much as he wants to drag out fhe teasing and keep you teetering on the edge—the insistent throb of his cock inside his pants is getting far too hard to ignore.Jungwon almost laughs when you look at him with those innocent eyes, knowing you’d been nothing but good.

Yet the corner of his mouth lifts into a small smile anyway as his hands slide to your waist, “Be good, then.” Easing you off his thigh and laying you onto the mattress.

He lingers for a moment, eyes drinking you in, tank top hanging loose and your skirt bunched high, panties soaked through with your legs parted to reveal slick smeared carelessly across your thighs.

You instinctively pull back when he slides your underwear to the side, only to gasp as his fingers find your swollen clit. The instant he brushed over the tender, reddened bud, your legs began to tremble, every nerve sparking under his touch.

Every rub drags a whimper from your throat and makes your legs shake. “S-sensitive—agh,” you suck in your stomach, hips stuttering as he continues to rub your clit mercilessly. He slides a finger into your cunt effortlessly, your slick making it more than easier for him. Your body spasms and he hums lowly, leaning in to press open-mouthed kisses along your neck and jaw. “Sensitive and yet you're clenching around my finger and moaning like a whore?” He replies complacently against your neck, sealing it with a final kiss to the corner of your lips, as though he hadn’t just laced his words with pure degradation. You breathe out a heavy moan when he pushes in another finger and starts working them in and out at a steady rhythm, your knees weakening, buckling as your head falls back against the pillow. The pace of his fingers quicken, your breaths heavy and uneven, the filthy wet sounds only make the heat in your cheeks intensify. “Gonna c-cum—ngh, daddy,” your words are stuttered, eyes rolling back into your head, the knot in your belly threatening to snap. He slows down his fingers, “Hold it,” your legs snapping shut around his hand before he forces them apart again. The urge to cry swells in your chest as lewd sounds continue coming out of your mouth, your back arching while you fight to keep from cumming—just like he told you. He pulls his fingers from you swiftly, landing a harsh slap to your pussy that makes you cry out, a tear slipping free. Without pause, he drives them back in, working you at a punishing pace as your body quakes beneath him. “Say you’re sorry, then I’ll let you cum.” Your mouth opens to apologize, but all that comes out are moans and whimpers. Your head feels like it's floating, thoughts scattered as his fingers curl deep inside you, hitting that spot over and over again that forces your breaths to come in short, heavy bursts. “P-please, i’m sorry! ‘M sorry, d-daddy, please.” you babble out in a rush, rutting your hips into his fingers, the tight knot coiling in your lower belly as incoherent pleas and desperate begging come out of your lips. Your plea is abruptly silenced as the knot in your lower belly finally snaps. You thrash around the bed, body tensing up as every thought disappears while his hand rides you through your climax. “Fuck—” Your nails dig in to the sheets, breath hitching in uneven gasps as the overwhelming waves crash over you, leaving you trembling and helpless beneath his touch. He pulls out his fingers inside of you, the sudden emptiness making you whimper. he presses them over your lips, parting them gently, letting you take in his fingers coated with your own sweet juices. Your lashes flutter as you wrap your lips around his fingers, sucking obediently while your body quivers from the lingering waves of release, tongue gliding languidly along his coated digits. He takes his fingers out of your mouth, lips slightly parted and his face tinged with a warm flush. His hand trails lazily along your side, tracing the shape of your body with lingering strokes. Tears cling to your lashes, your hair is a tousled mess, and eyes barely hold up—yet to Jungwon, you’ve never looked more stunning. "Pretty girl," he hums, almost to himself. “What should I do with you, hmm?” He leans down to brush a soft kiss over your stomach, leading you to suck in your stomach instinctively. He pulls his shirt over his head, revealing his toned chest and giving you a clearer view of his defined biceps. He hovers above you, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek before lowering his head to graze your neck, lips closing around your skin in a light, teasing suck.You whine softly as you instinctively wind your arms around his neck, drawing him closer.

He places a few more kisses along your skin, biting into your skin lightly to leave small stings before he finally eases back.

His hands find your hips and guide you, flipping you onto your stomach as he smooths a palm down your spine and adjusts your legs, settling you exactly where he wants you.

You catch the faint shuffle of fabric behind you, and you can only guess it’s Jungwon’s pants sliding to the floor just before his tall frame leans over your back.

He trails his hand along your spine, pressing a hand on the small of your back to make you arch your back.

You let out a startled cry as his hand comes down suddenly, striking your ass with a loud, stinging smack. Any thought of complaint dies instantly, your breath catching as the thick head of his cock presses nudges at your slick entrance.

It elicits a moan from you, your knuckles turning white from the tight grip you have on the sheets beneath you. He lifts your hips higher, forcing your face deeper into the pillow as he thrusts forward, burying himself to the hilt.

A low groan rips from him as your walls flutter around his cock, showing no sign of easing up. “Quit clenching,” he snarls, his hands digging into your hips and holding you tight.

He slips out of you slowly, the sudden emptiness making your body twitch in protest, only to slam back into you without warning. The stretch stings—something he’s well aware of—but he pays it no mind. Besides, it’s not like you’re not moaning shamelessly under him, right? You moan and cry uncontrollably into the pillows, body jolting with every relentless thrust he delivers. “J-Jungwon, more, please.” He wraps his hand around your throat, pulling you up to catch every moan and every word that slips from your lips. Any trace of dignity has slipped away, but it doesn’t matter when all you can do is beg shamelessly for Jungwon’s cock. “Who?” Your moan is quickly replaced into a desperate whine as he tilts his thrusts upward, hitting that spot that makes your vision go white.

You try to catch your breath before answering, head dropping down before moving it back up. “D-daddy, oh—” Your words die on your lips as he slips a hand beneath your legs, fingers harshly circling over your clit.

Your stomach twists as pleasure surges through you. With every sensation, his sharp thrusts, his fingers rubbing over your clit, and his low groans that only make you pussy grow wetter, you find yourself cumming much earlier.

He feels it too—your walls quivering around him, every helpless sound escaping your lips. He lets go of your throat, your body falling limp as you fall back down on the pillow, staining it with your tears and drool.

“Say thank you, baby. Thank me for ruining you like this.” He rasps out, breathing completely ragged as the tip of his thick cock continues to kiss your cervix.

You whimper out, stammering through your words, “T-Thank—thank you. Thank y-you, daddy,” your thoughts are going blank, completely consumed by the singular thought of Jungwon.

All you can do is moan into the pillow as he fucks you harder, the knot in your belly growing tighter. You’ve never felt so owned, so wanted, and you love it so much. It all feels too fucking good. “My perfect girl, so gorgeous. Go ahead and cum baby, I know you want to.” He holds you down firmly when he feels you cum around his cock, your back arching almost painfully as his name falls from your lips in a breathless choke. He groans deeply, your whole body trembling at the sensation of his warmth spilling inside of you in heavy spurts. His pace falters, slowing down as his own body shudders in sync with yours, his cock twitching deep inside you with every wave of release. The two of you exhale in unison as he pulls out of you, your pussy clenching at the sudden emptiness. You tilt your head from the pillow, breaths uneven, still trying to steady yourself. Jungwon leans in close, his hair damp and sticking to his forehead, brushing a tender kiss to the corner of your lips. His voice slips out quieter now—so different from the rough edge it carried just moments ago, tinged with a slight teasing tone as he murmurs, “Was that what you wanted, baby?” And when you nod, eyes barely open, he can’t help but laugh, shaking his head at you. You’re unbelievable, and you know it.

He brushes the hair sticking from your face, your body weak with exhaustion. You feel so spent, so tired, and yet you wouldn’t trade this for anything as he settles down beside you, pulling you into his warmth. His chest aches, because even after you’ve pissed him the fuck off for God knows how many times, even if he's had to keep you in your place , he’s still completely and utterly hopeless for you—and you have no idea.

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prodbywon · 2 days ago

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　★　UNBELIEVABLE　.　yjw

in which : your bratty instincts always catch up with you—but so does your boyfriend’s patience.

⌞ 양정원 + f!reader ⌝ ⎯⎯ smut, minors do not interact. contains : porn w barely any plot, brat tamer!jungwon, est. relationship, reader is whiny, daddy kink, spanking, thighriding, degradation, a little praising, fingering, orgasm denial, overstimulation kinda, pussy slapping like once, unprotected sex, finger sucking, jungwon is down bad lawl wc : 3.5k ⎯⎯ oneshot 𐙚 sol : JUNGWON DEBUT ON MY ACC WE CHEERED lord this fic is finally out thank u to my baby @iclimbjungwon for keeping up w me cuz she witnessed every crashout i had while writing tjis. this is barely proofread its 1am here snd i have work tomorrow ok so . pls leave feedbacks ok bye love u