guys i am sorry to announce this and i know this might hurt some people but i am officially closing down my blog im sorry if this was just out of the blue with absolutely no warning. if you’re wondering why, writing isn’t my main focus right now and i’m not sure if it’s going to be my focus at all .. if that makes some sense. i am busy with a lot of things and focusing with mainly school. i’m in college now and that’s a pretty big part in my life that i need to “lock in” and make that my MAIN PRIORITY. i’m so sorry that i have to do this and i’m so so SOOO grateful for all the love you’ve given and shown towards me and my writing. i will check up on some things but for right now, my blog is closed down and i’m temporarily off of writing. thank you for understanding. and i also want to thank my lovely moots for the juicy fics u guys wrote 🥹 and also again, the love and support. i love you guys so so much.
𝞋𝞎 warnings :: MDNI 18+ rough sex / rough handling (including wrist grabbing, thigh squeezing) , brat taming , overstimulation , possessive behavior (maybe if u squint) , dirty talk / mocking tone , crying during sex , light degradation / humiliation undertones (“spoiled,” “brat”) , aftercare
𝞋𝞎 — a bratty shopping trip ends with sunghoon teaching you a rough but sweet lesson in whos really in charge.
𝞋𝞎 authors note :: guys .. i deleted the draft of this fic so if you see any changes you know what happened .
𝞋𝞎 taglist :: @choeryyxyz
the afternoon started perfectly fine. sunghoon had taken you to the mall, his hand casually holding yours as you bounced along in your little pink heels, hair glossy and lips shiny. you were in a good mood… until you spotted the new display in the window of your favorite boutique. “hoonieeee,” you whined, tugging his arm. “look! that’s the bag I told you about last week..oh my god, it’s even prettier in person.” sunghoon glanced at the price tag and raised a brow. “baby, didn’t you just get two new bags a week ago?”
you pouted instantly, crossing your arms under your chest. “so? This one’s different. you don’t understand, i need it. like… need it, need it.” he chuckled, trying to steer you away, but you dug your heels into the floor, refusing to move. people were already glancing, shifting their attention onto you and sunghoon.
“sunghoon…” you dragged out his name like a plea. “why are you being so mean? you’re supposed to spoil me.” “princess, don’t start.” his tone was a warning, low enough that only you caught it, but you rolled your eyes dramatically anyway.
“maybe I should just find someone who will spoil me,” you muttered under your breath, though you knew he heard it. you even flipped your hair and strutted ahead of him, making a point to ignore him when he called your name.
by the time you both made it back to the car, sunghoon’s jaw was tight, his silence heavy. you knew you’d pushed too far, but your bratty streak wouldn’t let you back down. you just kept scrolling through your phone with a fake huff, acting unbothered.
the ride home was quiet—until you felt his hand suddenly grab your thigh, firm and possessive. his knuckles dug in just enough to make you squirm.
“you think you can act like that in public?” he said, voice low and sharp, his eyes locked on the road. “embarrassing me. talking back. pushing me?” your stomach flipped, your thighs pressing together. he’d used that tone before—it only ever ended one way.
“i was just—” you mumbled, but you were soon cut off by him, feeling his grip tighten. “oh no, princess,” he said, pulling into the driveway. “you’re about to learn exactly what happens when you act like a spoiled little brat.” the next thing you knew, you were back in the house—heels kicked off, his grip on your wrist tight as he dragged you upstairs.
“you want to pout and whine for bags?” he growled, pushing you down onto the bed. “fine. I’ll give you something to cry about instead.”
within minutes, you were pressed down against the mattress, hair a mess, lips swollen from his rough kisses, and his cock deep in your soaked overstimulated pussy. his hands pinned your wrists above your head as he hovered over you, voice sharp in your ear, “you wanna act spoiled? then I’ll remind you who’s in charge.”
you couldn’t stop the whiny little moans spilling out of your throat, your voice bouncing around the room as sunghoon’s pace turned relentless. every sharp thrust drove you into the mattress, your arms still pinned, hair sticking to your damp forehead as tears streaked down your cheeks.
“hoonie, please..t-too much,” you whimpered, but your body betrayed you, clenching down around him so tightly he groaned into your ear.
“too much?” he mocked, angling his hips then slamming back into you, directly hitting your sweet spot which made you yelp. “baby, you asked for this. you think pouting and throwing fits gets you what you want? no. what it gets you is me fucking you until you remember who is in charge.”
your mascara was smudged, your lips swollen from his kisses and bites, but the way you looked up at him with your big teary eyes only pushed him further. his free hand slipped down to your hip, holding you in place as he drove into you at a brutal pace. you tried to close your legs, overwhelmed, but he growled low in his throat, prying them back open and keeping them spread wide.
“no. don’t run, princess,” he rasped, watching you fall apart underneath him. “take it for me.” your body jerked with every deep thrust, your cries turning desperate, high-pitched, as waves of pleasure consumed you. you clutched at his arm, nails digging into his skin, your walls fluttering uncontrollably.
“f-fuck hoonie.. m’cumming!” you screamed, back arching off the bed as your orgasm crashed over you, leaving you gasping for air. sunghoon wasn’t done. he chased his own high, rutting into you with quick, sloppy thrusts until he spilled deep inside, groaning your name into your ear. the sound alone made your walls flutter all over again, overstimulation leaving you twitching and weak beneath him.
he stayed there for a moment, catching his breath, before finally loosening his grip on your wrists. his lips softened, pressing gentle kisses over your tear-streaked cheeks and messy lips. “you did so good for me, baby. so fucking good.” you sniffled, still pouting, though your voice came out small and dazed. “you’re so mean to me, hoonie.”
he chuckled, rolling onto his side and pulling you against his chest, your legs draped over his. his big hand rubbed soothing circles on your back, the roughness in his tone completely gone now.
“yeah, but you love it when I put you in your place,” he teased, kissing the top of your head. you hummed, already melting into him, eyelids heavy as the aftershocks settled. “and about those shoes,” he added, as he tilted your chin up. “be good for me this week… and maybe I’ll get them for you.”
your eyes lit up, even as you weakly slapped his chest. “you’re the worst!” you mumbled, though your smile gave you away. sunghoon only pulled you closer, whispering against your lips, “no, baby. i’m the best thing you’ve got.”
p. yang jungwon x female reader w. rough sex , overstimulation , unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it babes) , crying due to overstimulation , use of the nickname ‘mama’ (my FAVVV nn). n. i had fun making this but it took so fucking long due to my long ass nails. i couldn’t even wipe my ass 😭😭 anyways enjoy my babies, reminder MINORS DNI
“Now she runnin' from this dick, I told her stay with it”
the room was filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, your choked moans echoing as jungwon drove into you relentlessly. his grip on your waist was bruising, his pace rough—too rough. your legs trembled, your nails clawed at the sheets, and tears welled in your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure. “j-jungwon, fuck, slow down.. i can’t—” you whimpered, body shaking beneath him.
instead of easing up, he smirked, hips snapping harder into yours. the stretch burned in the best way, his cock dragging against every sensitive spot inside you until your eyes rolled back.
overwhelmed, you pushed weakly at his chest and managed to wriggle free, scrambling up the bed, your legs wobbling as you tried to escape the brutal pace. but you didn’t get far. jungwon’s hand shot out, grabbing your ankle and yanking you back down under him. his hands pinned you to the mattress again, his hand pressed against your stomach as he slammed back inside in one deep stroke that made you cry out.
“don’t run from the dick, baby.. stay with it.”he growled into your ear, his voice low and commanding, sending shivers down your spine. your legs trembled violently, body arching as jungwon continued pounding into you with no mercy. you couldn’t even form words anymore, only broken moans spilling from your swollen lips as tears streaked your cheeks.
“that’s it, mama. take it.” he growled, his hand snaking down to your throat, tilting your head up to make eye contact with him.“you thought you could run from me?” your pussy clenched hard around him at the dominance in his tone, milking him deeper, making him hiss through his teeth.
“d-don’t—jungwon, it’s too much!” you sobbed, trying to close your thighs, but he pried them apart, pushing himself even deeper. “too much?” he mocked, lips brushing against your ear. “then why are you dripping all over me, huh? why’s your body begging for more?” he pinned your knees up against your chest, folding you in half, and started slamming into your g-spot mercilessly. each thrust had you screaming, the sound of wet skin slapping filling the room.
“f-fuck—tight—” he groaned, his grip on your hips tightening until you knew you’d bruise tomorrow. “you’re mine. every time you think about running, remember this. remember who fucks you like this.” your eyes rolled back as he rammed into you with a final, deep thrust, his release spilling inside you, hot and overwhelming. he held you there, buried to the hilt, forcing you to take every drop.
p. yang jungwon x female reader w. rough sex , overstimulation , unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it babes) , crying due to overstimulation , use of the nickname ‘mama’ (my FAVVV nn). n. i had fun making this but it took so fucking long due to my long ass nails. i couldn’t even wipe my ass 😭😭 anyways enjoy my babies, reminder MINORS DNI
“Now she runnin' from this dick, I told her stay with it”
the room was filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, your choked moans echoing as jungwon drove into you relentlessly. his grip on your waist was bruising, his pace rough—too rough. your legs trembled, your nails clawed at the sheets, and tears welled in your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure. “j-jungwon, fuck, slow down.. i can’t—” you whimpered, body shaking beneath him.
instead of easing up, he smirked, hips snapping harder into yours. the stretch burned in the best way, his cock dragging against every sensitive spot inside you until your eyes rolled back.
overwhelmed, you pushed weakly at his chest and managed to wriggle free, scrambling up the bed, your legs wobbling as you tried to escape the brutal pace. but you didn’t get far. jungwon’s hand shot out, grabbing your ankle and yanking you back down under him. his hands pinned you to the mattress again, his hand pressed against your stomach as he slammed back inside in one deep stroke that made you cry out.
“don’t run from the dick, baby.. stay with it.”he growled into your ear, his voice low and commanding, sending shivers down your spine. your legs trembled violently, body arching as jungwon continued pounding into you with no mercy. you couldn’t even form words anymore, only broken moans spilling from your swollen lips as tears streaked your cheeks.
“that’s it, mama. take it.” he growled, his hand snaking down to your throat, tilting your head up to make eye contact with him.“you thought you could run from me?” your pussy clenched hard around him at the dominance in his tone, milking him deeper, making him hiss through his teeth.
“d-don’t—jungwon, it’s too much!” you sobbed, trying to close your thighs, but he pried them apart, pushing himself even deeper. “too much?” he mocked, lips brushing against your ear. “then why are you dripping all over me, huh? why’s your body begging for more?” he pinned your knees up against your chest, folding you in half, and started slamming into your g-spot mercilessly. each thrust had you screaming, the sound of wet skin slapping filling the room.
“f-fuck—tight—” he groaned, his grip on your hips tightening until you knew you’d bruise tomorrow. “you’re mine. every time you think about running, remember this. remember who fucks you like this.” your eyes rolled back as he rammed into you with a final, deep thrust, his release spilling inside you, hot and overwhelming. he held you there, buried to the hilt, forcing you to take every drop.
