#domjungwon

pairings : boyfriend!jungwon x fem!reader

warnings : smut MINORS DNI, explicit sexual content,, rough make-up sex, anger-fueled sex, power imbalance/dominant behavior, mild degradation, borderline cnc (consensual non-consent) themes, edging/pleasure denial, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirt, gushing, sex toy use (vibrator), dirty talk, spanking, marking (biting), unprotected sex, creampie/internal ejaculation idk what else

wc : 1,7k

the day had been a fucking nightmare. the summer heat clung to every inch of your skin like a second, sticky layer, turning the vacation house into a pressure cooker. you’d dragged jungwon from boutique to boutique, buzzing with excitement as you tried on light summer tops that barely covered your tits, flowy dresses that swirled around your thighs, and those tiny skirts that made your ass look incredible in the mirror.

but with every stop, he grew quieter, more withdrawn. arms crossed, jaw tight, eyes flicking to his phone instead of you. sweat beaded on his forehead, his black tank top sticking to his lean, toned chest.

“what do you think of this one, won?” you asked, twirling in a slinky little red sundress that hugged your curves just right, the hem riding high on your legs.

“it’s fine,” he muttered, barely glancing up, wiping sweat from his brow. “can we go home? it’s too goddamn hot out here.”

his flat tone hit like a slap. your temper flared instantly. “you can spend hours cruising around with your boys, windows down, music blasting, laughing like idiots. but when i want one afternoon where i feel pretty and you actually pay attention to me, suddenly it’s too much? wow, jungwon. real fucking nice.”

the argument exploded in the car on the way back.

you were sharp, spitting fire about how he never made an effort anymore. he stayed distant, voice low and clipped, eyes locked on the road. by the time you pulled up to the vacation house, the silence was suffocating—no music, no touches, just thick, angry tension humming between you. he slammed the door and headed straight to the bedroom without another word.

hours dragged by.

the house was dark and quiet, the only sounds the distant hum of cicadas outside and the occasional creak of the old wooden floors. you’d planned to crash on the couch, still pissed, but you needed your pajamas.

you pushed open the bedroom door, the room lit only by faint moonlight spilling through the half-open window, casting silvery shadows across the bed.

and there he was.

jungwon lay on his side, black tanktop, the white sheet draped low over his narrow hips, his dark hair was tousled, strands falling messily over his forehead. one arm was tucked under his head, the other resting on the mattress, muscles subtly flexing.

his eyes—those intense, doe ones that always made your knees weak—locked onto you immediately. no words.

just raw, burning hunger mixed with something deeper, like he’d been lying there replaying the fight, stewing in it, waiting for you to walk through that door so he could fix it his way.

your breath hitched, anger warring with the sudden throb between your legs.

“what are you doing?” you tried to snap, but it came out breathier than you wanted.

he didn’t answer. instead, his hand shot out, fingers wrapping firmly around your wrist and yanked you forward. you tumbled onto the bed, landing straddling his lap, your hands bracing against his chest. the heat of his skin burned into your palms, his heart pounding hard beneath them.

“jungwon—”

“stop.” his voice was low, rough, commanding. his other hand gripped your hip, fingers digging in possessively, holding you exactly where he wanted. “drop the fucking attitude. i know i was an asshole today. hot, tired, whatever. but you’ve been pushing me all day too.”

you pushed against his chest, still mad, but he was stronger—much stronger. he flipped you effortlessly onto your back, pinning you beneath his body. his weight pressed you into the mattress, all hard muscle and scorching skin. those dark eyes bored into yours, intense and unyielding, sending a fresh rush of wetness soaking your panties.

“you think you can talk to me like that?” he growled against your ear, teeth grazing your lobe. “all day i’ve been thinking about you, how wet you get when i put you in your place. i’m gonna fuck that attitude right out of you tonight. slowly until you’re crying my name and creaming all over my cock like the needy slut you are for me.”

you whimpered, hips bucking up instinctively, grinding against the thick, hardening bulge in his sweatpants. he kissed you then. his tongue pushed past your lips, sliding hot and wet against yours in messy strokes, tasting you like he was starving.

the kiss went on and on, tongues tangling, teeth nipping, saliva mixing as you both moaned into it. his hands roamed, shoving your shirt up and yanking it off, then palming your tits roughly, thumbs circling your hard nipples until you arched into him.

he stripped you methodically, savoring every inch. kissing down your neck, sucking marks into your collarbone, biting the swell of your breasts.

when you were finally naked beneath him, trembling and dripping, he reached into the bedside drawer and pulled out the small bullet vibrator you’d packed “just in case.”

he clicked it on low, the buzzing filling the room, and pressed it firmly against your swollen clit.

“fuck— won!” you cried out, thighs shaking as two of his thick fingers slid easily into your soaked pussy. he curled them perfectly, stroking that spot inside you while the vibrator buzzed relentlessly. the dual sensation was overwhelming, the pleasure was building fast and sharp.

he watched you the whole time, eyes dark with lust, lips parted. “look at you. so fucking wet already. this pussy is clenching around my fingers like it missed me all day.” he pumped them slower, then faster, edging you right to the brink before pulling the vibrator away. you sobbed in frustration, hips chasing the lost sensation.

“not yet,” he murmured, voice dripping with control. he kissed down your stomach, licking a stripe along your inner thigh. “you made me wait in every damn store. now you wait for me.”

he edged you again and again—three, four times—until you were a shaking, sobbing, dripping mess. tears streaked your cheeks, your voice hoarse from begging. “please, wonnie… i’m sorry—i’ll be so good, just let me cum—”

finally, he shoved his sweatpants down, his thick, veiny cock springing free, hard and leaking. he rubbed the fat head up and down your slick folds, teasing your entrance, coating himself in your arousal. “eyes on me,” he ordered.

you locked gazes as he pushed in—slow, inch by inch, stretching you open so perfectly it bordered on pain and bliss.

he bottomed out with a deep groan, forehead pressed to yours, breathing ragged. “fuck, you feel incredible. so tight. so warm. this pussy was made for my cock.”

then he started moving. deep, rolling thrusts that hit every sensitive spot inside you. the vibrator returned to your clit on the lowest setting, buzzing mercilessly while he fucked you with controlled power.

sweat slicked your bodies, the sound of skin slapping skin and your wet pussy taking him filling the room. he whispered filthy praise the whole time, voice rough and wrecked:

“you’re taking me so well, baby. look how deep i am—feel that? gonna ruin this cunt for anyone else. you’re mine. say it.”

“i’m yours—fuck, won, i’m yours!” you gasped, nails raking down his back.

he fucked you like that for ages, building you up and pulling back, drawing it out until you were delirious. then he threw your legs over his shoulders, folding you in half, and pounded harder.

the new angle made you scream, the vibrator still pressed tight. your first orgasm crashed through you like lightning—walls spasming violently around his cock, gushing around him as you wailed his name.

he didn’t stop. he fucked you through it, growling, then flipped you onto your stomach. he yanked your hips up, ass in the air, and slammed back in from behind. a hard spank landed on your ass, the sting blooming hot.

“again,” he demanded, voice pure gravel. “cum on my cock again like a good fucking girl.”

you did—twice more, each one more intense, your body shaking uncontrollably as he railed you. his dirty talk never stopped, “fuck, look at this pretty ass bouncing on me. you’re creaming so much, baby—making a fucking mess all over my balls. such a sloppy, perfect little hole for me.”

he grabbed the vibrator again, pressing it hard against your overstimulated clit while he thrust deep and fast.

your fourth orgasm ripped through you, so powerful your vision whited out, pussy squirting around his cock as you sobbed into the pillow.

only then did jungwon let go. he buried himself to the hilt, hips stuttering as he came with a guttural moan of your name, flooding your pulsing cunt with thick, hot ropes of cum.

you felt every pulse, every spurt filling you up.

but he wasn’t done.

he stayed inside you, slowly grinding, fucking his cum deeper while you twitched and whimpered. he pulled out just enough to flip you onto your back again, then slid back in with a wet, filthy sound. his body covered yours completely, hips moving in lazy, deep strokes that kept his cum leaking out around his cock.

“give me one more, baby” he whispered hotly against your lips, kissing you slow and dirty. “i want to feel you fall apart while i’m still buried in you. milk every last drop out of me, baby.”

you were exhausted, oversensitive, but the way he moved—grinding against your clit with every thrust, whispering how perfect you felt, how much he loved wrecking you—pushed you over one final time.

a deep, rolling orgasm that made your toes curl and your walls flutter endlessly around him. you clung to his shoulders, moaning into his mouth as he kept fucking you through it, drawing it out until you were a boneless, trembling wreck.

jungwon finally stilled, still deep inside you, his cock twitching with aftershocks. he kissed you possessively, tongue lazy and claiming, one hand tangled in your hair while the other gripped your thigh.

“next time you’re pissed,” he murmured, voice low and satisfied, lips brushing yours, “just remember how good i make you feel, yeah?”

you shivered beneath him, already feeling the heat building again as he started to move once more—slow, deliberate, ready to pull another orgasm from your exhausted body before the night was over.

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