[dadawon anthology] — yang jungwon
genre: smut in each, others listed before scenario
description ─────── this is a collection of dadawon scenarios that i wrote by request on my old acc (with revisions heh)!! i was originally going to write a new scenario for this collection, but it turned into something that i think would be better if it were longer instead mweheh :p more scenarios will be written in the future, but they will not be added here.
⿻ vi’s note: um *clears throat* hi hello hi. it’s been a month since the fall of onlygarden and i missed my dadawon huddle a Lot so i hope this makes u all so so endlessly happy :3 some new and Fresh fics r currently in the works and im so excited to shareeeeee!!!
DADAWON & SENSITIVITY
𝄃𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃 — overstimulation, fingering, pussy licking, spit, crying, subspace, ball-sucking for comfort hehe, our beloved daddy kink
his hand binds your wrists, holding them against your lower tummy as your hips writhe with spasms. typical of your daddy, fulfilling two purposes at once — preventing you from combating the pleasure, and preventing you from shielding the view of your flowing tears.
“uh-uh, baby. you know i don’t let you hide from me.”
his fingers plunge within you again, only having left your pussy to shovel the gushes of your fluids into his mouth. you’ve flooded his fingers with your cum twice now, and he hasn’t yet strayed from the tender curling of his fingers and whispered nuzzles of his tongue against your reactive little clit — he knows the touches that melt you, the intensity that unravels you, the volatility swimming within your body for even a brush of his fingers. each time his tongue meets your little nerve, your walls hug the intrusion of his fingers and urge them further together so snugly, for the sole hyperawareness your nerves have built for him. each line embedded in his skin, each winding pattern on the prints of his fingers, each imperceptible bud decorating the surface of his tongue — you’ve learned it, you’ve felt every trace of it, you’ve combusted with reactions jungwon never envisioned pulling from you. now that he’s endlessly familiar with the way your body reacts to him, he plans to torment your every fiber until they’re all hyperfocused on him, reeling at what he might do next. that’s exactly where he’s got you now.
his fingers embark upon their torture, seemingly boundless in their cycle — he pumps them inside of you, his tongue vibrating against your clit as he releases a serene hum in response to the sloshing noises your exhausted little pussy reacts with. he doesn’t swirl his tongue around your clit, he doesn’t tickle it with taunting flicks; he simply presses it against the grievously delicate bundle, driving his fingers through the constrictions that your pussy clamps him with as a retort to your sensitivity. you’re so, so precious with every reaction you give him, clenching with a even a trace of a skim of his tongue against your quivering clit. as gently as his slippery tongue met you, it departs, a gust of breath now tickling the bundle instead.
“d-dada! n’ m’re,” as your words reach that domain of unintelligible, adorably jumbled nonsense, he knows your mind is sailing in a realm separate from where your body lay before him, utterly – and oh-so-adorably – detached. whining for your “dada,” babbling as though you’re a baby learning the concept of words for the first time — he loves sending your mind into that haze of nonsensical confusion, and he loves the fact that he’s learned to decipher your raptured code even more.
“no more? but daddy’s making you feel so good. only daddy can make you cum so much, huh?”
his fingers continue plowing, bathing in your eternal downpour of arousal — your pussy will never stop secreting its fluids, not when he’s so engrossed in the process of tending to you, torturing your senses to the edge.
“daddy needs you to say it, baby. say i’m the only one who can make you cum,” even as the words tumble from his lips, he knows your mind can’t will your mouth to complete such an arduous task — arduous for you, at least, since the only word you can manage to mutter clearly is “dada.” even with that awareness, jungwon just wants to delight in your suffering.
you succumb to his advances, blabbering a string of your dazed attempts at ‘words,’ forming a relatively successful sentence with foggy mentions of “only” and “cum.” a smile spreads along his features, appearing with only sly intentions — his command was more than satiated, since he only ordered the words from your lips for the sake of amplifying your torture (and his gratification, for that matter).
“mhm, that’s right baby. only daddy can take care of his girl like this,” a warm glob of spit meets your clit, skating down to your entrance to mingle with the creamy stream of your own fluids. “aww, is my baby gonna cum again?” your pussy flutters, sending him a pleasured signal of acknowledgment in absence of the words you couldn’t seem to muster.
in tandem with his tender coo, you do cum, trembling in a fruitless attempt to battle the pleasure surging through every crevice of you. your body shudders, then tenses, your fingers curling as your wrists yank against the clasp of his hand. his fingers insist upon their journey of pushing through your walls, nudging against the sporadic spasms of your pussy until you constrict, hugging his fingers with a persistent clench. “gotta let daddy all the way in, baby,” he always reminds you.
as he helps you to relax, to return to the room with him, jungwon dotes upon your weary body; his lips press against the heaves of your chest, the quivers of your pussy, the glimmers of your tears among your cheeks. once your hyper-reactive twitches cease, jungwon rests against the pillows, breathing a chuckle as his body thuds upon the cushions of the mattress.
he tugs you toward his cock, albeit in no search of his own pleasure — he plops the heft of his balls onto your tongue, allowing a subtle grunt to pass his throat as your lips enclose them. the sensation, the comfort of his balls against your tongue always seemed to soothe you in this state, and of course he’s attentive to that. his eyes drift shut, the tensions within his own muscles relaxing as you suckle his balls, resting against his thigh in a bundle of such unburdened peace.
DADAWON & BIRTHDAY SEX
𝄃𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃 — daddy kink, ddlg dynamics, cockwarming
all of his impulses to punish your body in the chase of gratification seem to melt under the spell of your glimmering eyes, swelling with gratitude for the doting treatment he showered you in on your birthday.
"It's your birthday, baby. you know i love you, yea? always gonna spoil my sweet, sweet girl."
that, he does. jungwon always fusses over even the thought of you lifting a finger - picking your clothes, draping you in them himself, making you food, feeding it to you himself, brushing your hair, styling it himself. every trace of your life is laced with him, his protection, and his tender control. his fingers are eternally entwined with yours, just as they are now, as his hips roll into yours with languid pumps, gliding along that sweet patch inside of you that he never needed navigation to discover. each drag of his cock along your walls is endlessly drawn out, unhurried in his nurturing of your pussy, his movements inside of you almost echoing with thank you, baby, i love you, baby, as he burrows into your warmth again, and again.
"god, baby... i love you, my girl... mine... so fucking beautiful."
his whispered praises brush your lips, just as his own lips skim the flesh with each muttered syllable. the proximity dissolves as he kisses you, visiting your lips with a flutter before melding with them entirely - he's sloppy, slippery, deliberate with his lips and tongue, letting you know just how delectable you are in a way his words could never describe entirely. the love in the movements of his lips matches the love in his tender thrusts, sending a gentle ripple through your thighs each time his hips meet yours. every pump, every plunge is so adoring, filled with devotion, though with just enough pressure to blur your mind and your vision with a haze of delight.
"mhm, you feel it baby?" the pace of his hips hasten, the tenuous roll of his hips plowing you with increased drive, ignited by your reactions and your mutual vulnerability. "daddy loves you so fucking much," his eyes nearly shut under the weight of the overwhelming pleasure of your squelching pussy, so constricting as you clamp, though he drags them open just enough to admire you underneath him - chest heaving, breathy, whiny moans chiming, fingers squeezing his shoulders for solace. he's enamored by you, every quivering ounce of you, his girl whom he would never falter in his dedication toward.
"i- ah, fuck, baby... gonna cum for daddy? mmm... gonna make daddy so proud. always make daddy so proud."
your pleas, wails, and cries for your daddy resonate with his restrained groans as you cum, convulsing and squeezing around his cock as though you were confiscating his freedom - though you weren't, since jungwon would willingly spend every moment life allowed engulfed by you. your fluids cascade along every ridge of his length, soaking him and clinging to him as his cock spasms in response. his hips stutter, the warmth of his moist skin pattering against your own as he reaches the hilt, spilling his creamy release inside of you and finally relenting in his attempts to stifle his grunts.
his cock refuses to withdraw, allowing your tummy to swell with his heft and the evidence of his reverence toward you, and your pussy, in that respect.
his arms envelop your figure, rolling onto his back to offer you the solace of his chest. his lips press against your forehead, your cheek, your nose, your lips, until they linger for a lengthy moment atop your head.
"mmh… my girl. my precious little birthday girl. daddy’s gonna keep you full all night. that sound good, baby?"
DADAWON & BABY FEVER
𝄃𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃 — breeding, stomach bulging, nipple play, cockwarming, daddy kink
patience was not something jungwon could continue to display, not in the face of your unwavering, shameless pleas for the warmth of his cum — a craving both your tongue and womb bore unanimously, though neither seemed to grow weary, even through jungwon’s gathered instinct to indulge you. he knew what your hunger entailed, no longer needing cues to satiate the little cum-addicted goblin within you.
however, the sight of his baby’s sweet tummy, swollen with globs of his seed, seems to spur an ache to make his your tummy bulge with a gift only the two of you could create.
“don’t need to squirm baby, you know daddy’s got you.”
his fingers constricted against the back of your knees, solacing your legs with his broad shoulders as he loomed above you. the proximity between the both of you thinned without any heed from jungwon as he flattened your legs to your chest, consequence of his forward leaning. his cock swam within you, the bump of his tip coasting against your silky walls with languid rolls, kissing and kneading the sweetest, most sensitive patch you can provide him with. each pass of his cock is twined with reverence, the lazy pace of his pumps aiming to emphasize his devotion to you — his love isn’t something he necessarily needs to prove anymore, he knows you’re overcome by his love whenever he even looks at you.
he’s attentive to the need to keep your knees driving against your chest, leading your hips to hover above the bed in turn. his hips meet yours with every thorough, deliberate thrust he sends — not slamming against you in any form, only nuzzling the skin with tender thumps each time he reaches your depths.
“daddy’s gonna make his girl’s tummy so swollen. daddy and mama, how does that sound, hm?”
the breathless, bordering on inaudible sounds leaving your lips transcend into a whine — of approval, he assumes — as he murmurs the words, the gratified voice he gained from his feverish yearning. though even your silence simply tells him that you’re too far in euphoria to reach words.
“mmmhm, gonna be all warm with daddy’s cum… gonna give daddy a little baby.”
his pace remains infallible, quickening so subtly that it could almost go unnoticed, though you wouldn’t miss anything, certainly not now. his pumps persist against the mushiness of your upper walls, the head of his cock emerging, threatening to burst from beneath your skin as he sends your pussy into raptures.
his lips meet your nose, then your pleasure-parted lips before he shifts just enough to enclose your nipple.
the sudden, rising intonation of your moans seem to echo with the words, “i love that, don’t stop,” something he recognizes immediately because he knows you. truly, in and out.
his lips leave your nipple, though not without swirls and taunting flicks of his tongue. “my baby’s gonna swell for me all over, isn’t she? these tits are gonna be so swollen when i put a little baby in you,” his fingers sink into the plush of one of your tits, pulsing with tender squeezes as he continues to grind his cock within your moisture.
you cum just like that, no coercion, no pressure, no rapid pistoning of his hips — just endless, measured drags of his cock, each pump aiming to push his tip precisely against your most tender spots.
“a-ah, fuuuuck… you feeling good baby? gonna let daddy fill this pretty womb?”
that he does, pumping you so deliciously full with globs of his seed, sure to rest with his cock still plunged within you, and your seed-swollen womb — he forbids even a single bead of his cum to leak out of you.
DADAWON & SQUIRTING
𝄃𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃 — squirting, fingering, pussy licking, daddy kink
when you let it slip during a conversation with your friend that you ‘don’t think you could squirt,’ jungwon knows he has to prove how silly you are for even holding that belief, and voicing it for that matter.
“baby, hang up the phone,” he looms over your figure on the couch, awaiting your obedient, albeit puzzled, compliance to his demand.
“why did you—” jungwon lifts your curled, unsuspecting figure from the couch, allowing each futile request for clarification to drift among the air behind him as he carries you to the bedroom.
your clothes are soon shedded with haste, his journey to your pussy punctuated by incessant marking and borderline torture to your nipples.
“c’mon baby, relax,” his fingers plunged into your warmth, coating themselves in your creamy essence as he pressed staggeringly against the patch inside of you he’s grown ever-so-accustomed to.
“really think you can’t squirt? you know all you ever need to do is ask me, baby.”
his fingers pump into you ceaselessly, though he carried such heed and attentiveness with each push of the pads of his fingers against your mushy insides. his fingerprints would soon be embossed into your walls with the frequency and pressure of their visits.
soon, his tongue seeks your clit, swirling the sliminess of his saliva onto the bundle — he certainly admired the way your walls convulsed and your clit twitched in tandem.
his tongue pulses into your clit, the hand resting against the plush of your thigh soon pressing into your lower tummy, applying inescapable pressure to the way his fingers pumped over, and over again inside of you. his palm pushes, urges against your quivering tummy as you jolt and buck underneath him, though his expression remains just as calm and reassuring as when he started.
“d-daddy, wait! i’m gonna… gonna pee!”
a chuckle rumbles in his chest, amused and fond all the same. “you’re not gonna pee, baby. need you to trust me.”
his fingers continue to drive into you, his palm pressing down against the squelches he’s creating inside of you, encouraging you to just relax, to give him all of everything you’re resisting to release.
then you surrender to the sensations, spraying the liquids he urged all over him, relieving yourself of the piles of tension you struggled to battle against any longer. he was flooded by you, relishing blissfully in the way you gushed so uninhibitedly onto him.
“mmm… that’s a gooood girl, squirting all over daddy. told you to trust me, baby.”
he caresses your trembling thighs, then pats your tummy a few times — he nearly growls as a few lingering drops spray from within you upon the contact.
“all worn out, aren’t you baby? aw, i know you are. my sexy girl.”
as you breathe a whine in response, he uses two fingers to shovel your liquids into his mouth, and he leans down to kiss your tummy as your chest heaves with the intensity of your lingering pleasure
DADAWON & AB-RIDING
𝄃𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃 — daddy kink, piss punishments, watersports, marking
“cum again baby, then you can be done.”
you already came once, sliding your release and ever-present arousal all over your boyfriend’s abs. each movement, each slight shift you made sent sheer delight gushing through you — and the evidence of that pleasure gushed into the sea you created across his torso. the planes of his abs, the ridges tickling your clit as you slid back and forth over them, it all quickly became too overwhelming for you to be in charge of — if you were going to cum again, you certainly needed his help.
your fingers tensed against his broad chest, and your quivering thighs began to lose steam as your movements slow to a gentle crawl. “daddy… i really can’t,” tears of frustration, of defeat brimmed your eyelashes, and your clit pulsed in utter agitation against the ridges of his abs.
his hands squeezed your thighs, feigning comfort and encouragement — though the way his nails pierced your flesh made it achingly apparent to you that he was growing impatient.
still, he reached up to your sulking face, gliding his thumb along the priceless little jut of your bottom lip. “you know what happens if you don’t, baby. besides, don’t you wanna make me proud?”
you did, god, you did. with boosted morale, you continued to grind against his abs with pathetic rolls of your hips, whining as you couldn’t seem to gather enough energy to push yourself over the edge. “need your help…”
jungwon hummed, a soothing coo that only ever preceded your punishments, and you knew that all too well by now.
“you were doing so well, baby. it’s really a shame.”
he leaned up from the bed’s plush embrace, squeezing your upper arms as he lifted you from his waist, urging you to kneel on the floor beside the bed.
as he unbuckled his belt, you visited the possibility that you’d be getting a beating — however, once he allows the leather to plop powerlessly among the floor, a renewed sense of trepidation infects the gravity surrounding you. his hands begin to undo his jeans with deft, shoving them down just enough to provide his stiff cock with enough space for freedom.
winding his fingers around his heft, he begins to piss on your naked, kneeling form — he sighs, letting out a deep exhale of relief as he drenches you in his urine.
“mmm… look at you,” his gaze travels your figure, a certain sense of gratification filling him as he observes the streams of his piss rolling down your body, and beginning to soak into the carpet beneath you. “this is what happens when you can’t follow directions. you get pissed on like a fucking urinal,” he gives his cock a few shakes, ensuring that even his final drops land upon your skin.
“don’t get up. i’ll tell you when you can.”
DADAWON & FACEFUCKING
𝄃𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃 — facefucking, daddy kink, shock collar
the afternoon light bathed jungwon in a soft, warm glow through the blinds of your shared bedroom window, his beauty shining in a manner that oh-so-blatantly contradicted the abuse he was subjecting your throat to.
“just breathe, baby. i know you can do it, you know you can do it,” his soothing words surrounded you, along with the tender, encouraging scratches he offered to your scalp as he drove his hips into your mouth.
his custom shock collar ornamented your throat, his thumb holding the button to send a steady, consistent shock through your body as he thrusted into your mouth, relishing in the tingles he could feel coursing through his cock by consequence. “hah… fuck, baby,” he breathes, and his head falls back to reveal the jut of his throat for only a moment, before he’s returning his gaze to you as though you were magnetized. he basked in the sight of the amount of pleasure you seemed to collect from the mere taste of his cock — and from the smell of his tangy sweat, for that matter.
your tears swam just above your eyelashes, your fluffy lips constricted the heft of his cock with yearning, and your tongue slid with gratitude over each ridge and vein he so graciously offered to you. with grueling effort, fueled by the love you held toward the man looming over your figure, you allowed deep breaths to flow through your nose — you followed his reassuring instruction, your chest heaving with the intensity of your breaths. the head of his cock grazed the back of your throat over, and over in such dizzyingly quick succession, and his shaft cascaded along the slimy surface of your tongue, swimming through the saliva pooling in the confines of your mouth in panicked response to his wicked intrusion.
he knew you were struggling, he heard your sputters, he felt the pierce of your nails digging into his thighs — though he knew you could do it, all the same. “mmm… that’s it baby… suck daddy’s cock just like that,” the words passed his mouth in a blissed breath, just as breathless as every soft groan emerging from his throat as a result of the euphoria coursing his body.
jungwon controlled each of your actions, aided each of your movements, and praised your ability to respond so well, to take it so well. your throat almost seemed to resist him, though he pressed on regardless. as a way to pile the praise, and the punishment, he amplifies the currents of the shock collar, magnifying his own pleasure and your torture in turn.
a jolt grips you involuntarily, your body nearly stunned. your mouth continues to squelch with each pound of his cock — drool streams plentifully from your lips, and a choked gasp blares in the room as a result of the sudden surge in electric pulses tormenting your body.
“f-fuck baby… ah fuck, that’s it…”
he drills your throat with crueler intensity, and his fingers tense further in your hair until your scalp threatens to let go of the tendrils. “i’m gonna fucking… ah…”
his cock pulses once, twice, your mouth draining his balls of his cum until it begins to flow endlessly from your lips. though as he withdraws from your mouth, pressing the button to free you from the currents of the shock collar, he only scoops his cum from your chin, feeding it to you. “my little cumdrunk whore always eats daddy’s cum, yea?”
oh, you’re so pretty in your obedience as you nod, he thinks.
DADAWON & PUSSYEATING
𝄃𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃 — pussy eating, shock collar strikes again, daddy kink, overstimulation, subspace
laying in the sea of your own arousal beneath you, your grip on your thighs falters as the strength to continue holding them up drifts from your body — along with your ability to conjure up a thought aside from the man in front of you.
“aw, babydoll. you’re already that tired?”
his hands leave your tummy to slide up the flesh of your thighs, digging his fingers into the skin himself. one hand simply braces your thigh, still holding the remote to the shock collar decorating your sweaty neck. he presses the button, reveling in the way your weary body jolts upon the sensation, a gentle whimper leaving your lips. jungwon chuckles.
“oh, look at you. squealing over a little shock,” his voice is dipped in amusement and gratification, the sight of your defenselessness and willingness to fully surrender yourself making his cock dig into the mattress beneath him. although, from your perspective, it seemed like so much more than ‘a little shock,’ the thought of any higher setting making your heart race — not like your perspective could be trusted, your mind and senses so distorted and clouded by jungwon.
he presses his tongue against your clit, pressing the button of the shock collar again as he makes the dizzying contact. your thighs jolt and bounce weakly, your ability to resist, or react to him in any other way, long gone after the amount of times you came. that’s exactly how jungwon wants to see you.
he kisses your clit, his lips pressing into you with such unbridled fervor and craving, then his tongue rolls from his lips, cascading from your entrance, back to your swollen nerve. you’re so, unbelievably wet, his tongue spreads your arousal around, and your wetness smears onto his nose as he nudges it against your pussy. he delves into the heat you offer him, the laps and sloshes of his tongue only growing sloppier as he begins urging you into another orgasm. he hums against you, passing the pleasure you provide to him right back to you, squeezing the flesh of you thigh tighter as he provides a light suction to your clit, flicking his tongue against it in tandem. the stuttered, whiny moans you offer him only aid in fueling the ferocity of his actions.
then, he separates himself from you, just for a moment. “breathe, baby. who’s my good girl?”
your mind is so divorced from reality, and the question reaches you, though you’re not able to will yourself to offer him much more than a quiet “mmm…”
jungwon will never let you get by with that, and you know this. he knows you’re floating in a different planet right now, a planet dedicated to him, but he continues to lure the words he needs from you. another shock courses through you as he presses the button again, the sensation seeming to stretch longer than the previous, and you tremble, whine, and shudder.
“who’s my good girl, baby?”
with enough clarity to respond, you mutter “me, daddy…” the word ‘daddy’ spilling from your lips as though it was the only word chanting through your brain, and it was.
the feebleness of your response signals your exhaustion to him, and he knows he needs to slow down, though the divine flavor of your pussy and the compliance you’ve offered him brings a satisfaction to his mind that he feels dizzy – or drunk, rather – from the effects of.
“mhm… there she is. there’s my good girl.”
