#w: jungwon

[gureumz]

stained glass windows

rating: explicit

member: jungwon

notes: fem!reader, stepcest, dubcon, religious corruption, baby trapping (?), unholy use of scripture (sorry god), dom!jungwon, slight angst, mentions of death, step brother!jungwon, breeding, fingering, dirty talk, unprotected sex, jay has a cameo appearance lol

a/n: so this is an amalgamation of everything everyone requested for jungwon,,,reciting bible verses during sex? i got you. stepcest? no problem. baby trapping (this is 100% what i want and yes my wish is my command)? you bet. religious corruption? hell yeah. something super filthy and kinky? say no more. enjoy, hoes! love ya mwa (the bible verse here is 1 Corinthians 10:13 if you were curious)

sundays are your happy days.

a pretty dress, the stained glass windows, hushed chatter among the churchgoers—these were all the things you waited for at the end of the week.

your mother had always been proud of how involved you are in your faith, showering you with loving words before going to bed when you were little, calling you 'hers and God's favorite angel'. you'd smile and feel a sense of giddiness. God's favorite angel. can you believe it? you made sure to wear that as a badge of honor.

and then you grew up, went to a bigger school, met people who are different from you. even those who you knew were like you, devoted and obedient to their parents and God, seemed to have strayed down the path of parties, drinks, and the unthinkable. that is to say, premarital sex.

you never understood the appeal of it all. your faith and God were enough. you didn't need to participate in such acts to feel anything. you felt Him in every waking moment.

until there came a time when you were convinced He was gone altogether.

until sundays stopped becoming your happy days. every single day was void of any happiness.

your father passed suddenly, leaving you and your mother to fend for yourselves. you watched your mother grieve, grieved on your own, alone in your room. you went to school and saw the excitement in your peers' eyes, talking about a party here and buying drinks there.

you nearly caved. anything to take your mind off your dad.

but this was when your mother spent nearly every day at the church, despite it being mostly empty every day other than sundays. without anything better to do, you tagged along. and you started to feel Him again.

you knew God returned for real when your mother became friendly with a newcomer at church. a businessman who recently moved to your town, towing his son along.

mr. yang, as you later learned. he had a son.

jungwon.

jungwon wore an easy smile, deep dimples appearing every time he did. he shook your hand with a hesitant grip, palms smooth and soft. he had eyes that seemed to sparkle.

seasons changed, months grew into years, and your mother and mr. yang got married.

you saw the life return to your mother's face, easing her shoulders back, smoothing out the creases in her weathered face.

sundays became your happy days again, now that mr. yang and jungwon were in your lives.

---

jungwon is the poster child for the perfect sibling. or, at least that's what you think.

it's been a couple of years since your parents' wedding, and jungwon was nothing short of accommodating. he was kind, always letting you have first picks at whatever food your parents prepared, and offered to do things for you.

granted, it wasn't always like this. the two of you skirted around each other the first few weeks, both former only children, suddenly dealt with the fact that they had a sibling exactly their age. there was even a period of time when jungwon would bolt at the sight of you. though, you tried to not take this to heart.

but after all has been said and done, the two of you fell into a routine, becoming friends of some sort. eternal housemates.

"hurry up. this will be the second week we're late because you couldn't decide what dress to wear."

you turn, spotting jungwon poking his head through the door.

"sorry," you reply bashfully. "these people don't see me on weekdays anymore since i'm off at campus, so you can't really blame me for wanting to make an entrance on the one day they do see me."

jungwon quirks an eyebrow.

"since when did you care what they think?" jungwon questions, stepping fully into your room. he's wearing a dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and crisp black pants.

you note that the watch he has on today makes him look particularly handsome.

you merely shrug. "i don't know. everyone at college dresses so nice and i thought i'd make an effort, too."

jungwon snorts. "everyone at college is a try-hard. it's a small-town liberal arts institution."

"hey, you're a student there, too," you point out, crossing your arms at jungwon.

you watch as he surveys your outfit, eyes slowly making your way down your body. you swallow, suddenly aware of how tight the yellow sundress feels. the fabric seems to dig at your armpits uncomfortably, and the hem is too short and—

"you look good," jungwon says, eyes meeting yours.

you breathe a sigh of relief.

"well, if you say so. i trust your word," you say, smoothing down your skirt.

you feel jungwon approach, circling an arm around your waist, ushering you towards the door.

"i am your brother. i think i'd know what would look good on you," jungwon points out with a wink.

---

the service goes by without a hitch. you participated as you always did, offered your prayers as you usually do. you thanked Him for another successful week of classes but also asking for you to ace your upcoming exams. it was all routine.

until your mother pulled you along, chirping excitedly about a new family that had moved to town and joined the church.

the parks.

a father, a mother, and their son who's a business major at some big-shot university a few towns over.

"i'm jay," the son said to you, reaching his hand towards you as his family introduced themselves to yours. you shook hands and you couldn't help the sudden heat that flooded your face and chest.

your hand still tingles with where he held on, even now on the car ride home

"that jay boy sure is cute," your mother says from the passenger seat. you turn to her, eyebrows raised.

"seems like he has a good head on his shoulders," your stepfather agrees. he looks at you through the rearview mirror.

"the kind of guy girls wanna marry."

you see your mother twist in her seat to give you a knowing look. you roll your eyes but the familiar warmth takes over your entire body again.

"i mean, i don't know. we just met him and his family," you point out, trying not to stutter. you turn to jungwon for backup but your brother has his back turned to you, his face angled toward the window.

"right, jungwon?" you try nonetheless.

"huh?" comes his clueless response. he looks at you and his face is crumpled in a frown. you're taken slightly aback.

before you can say anything, your mother speaks up.

"why don't you try and befriend him, jungwon? they said they only live on the next street over," your mother offers, unaware at how deep jungwon's frown has gotten in the seconds she said that sentence.

"i don't know," jungwon mumbles. "i can try, i guess."

you watch as jungwon turns back to the window, his hand balling into a fist on his lap. you decide not to pry, leaning your own head against the window beside you, watching the little houses in your neighborhood speed by.

---

you urge yourself to stop picking at your fingernails. but you can't help it, either. standing outside your brother's door, you're not sure what awaits you on the other side.

taking a deep breath, you decide to just get it over with. you're certain it's nothing. you're just concerned and you want to see how jungwon's doing.

you knock softly three times, waiting to hear jungwon's voice. after a few seconds, you hear a muffled, 'come in!'.

you push the door open a bit, taking a peek inside jungwon's room. he's sprawled on his bed, his phone in his hands as he scrolls through his screen. his eyes shift to you and he sits up.

"what's up?" jungwon asks as you let yourself in. you don't say anything until you're seated beside him on his bed.

"i didn't want to risk your wrath, so i wasn't sure if i should bring this up with you...," you begin, teeth worrying your lower lip.

jungwon raises a brow. "i don't know what you're talking about. but other than that, you know i can never get upset with you, right?"

you continue to bite down on your lip, unsure of what to say next.

"but you were upset today," you say after a few seconds. "in the car?"

jungwon's face morphs into mild recognition. he nods, finally understanding what you mean.

"oh, that," jungwon deadpans. "it's nothing."

"come on, you can tell me anything, remember?" you urge, pulling your legs up on jungwon's bed before crossing them. jungwon glances down as you do so but quickly averts his eyes back to your face.

"it's nothing, i swear. it's stupid and thinking back on it, it just seems like such a dumb thing to be mad about," jungwon explains, shifting closer to you.

you take his hand and you squeeze as jungwon threads his fingers through the gaps between yours.

your mother often remarked how the two of you seemed more like twins than regular siblings. mirror images of each other. the perfect balance. looking at jungwon now, you see what she meant.

"nothing you say would be stupid to me," you reply, voice soft as your thumb runs over the skin of jungwon's hand.

something flashes across jungwon's face and his eyes seem to trail over every part of you. your skin prickles as he stops right at your chest, pajama top showing the very tops of your breasts.

"i didn't like the way that jay guy was looking at you," jungwon finally admits, gaze returning to your face.

you look at jungwon quizzically. "what? how was he looking at me?"

"like he was undressing you with his eyes," jungwon complains. "he was practically flirting with you."

you laugh incredulously. "no, he wasn't. he said two words to me, wonie."

jungwon shakes his head. "i'm a man, too. i know how our brains and eyes work."

you stop for a second to ponder on jungwon's words. you can't deny the intensity of how jay seemed to be looking at you earlier and the way he held your hand so tight.

"so?" you retaliate. "he's cute. i don't mind."

you see jungwon's jaw clench, the muscles spasming under his skin. his lips press into a thin line and he pulls his hand back from your grasp.

"guys like that will only take advantage of you, _______," jungwon says, voice slow and deliberate.

your forehead creases. "how are you so sure?"

jungwon stares at you for a few moments. he reaches his hand out, cupping one side of your face in his palm. you gulp, your heart jumping at the contact.

"i just know. you trust me, right? i'm your brother, after all."

you nod.

your hand comes up to cover his that's on your face and the room seems to still. the steady hum of the ac fades away, the cicadas outside vanish, and the thumping of your own heart amplifies. jungwon is looking you square in the eye and you can't help but cower under his gaze.

just as jungwon makes a move to lean closer, a loud knock and your mother's voice rips the moment away.

"dinner's ready! come eat!"

jungwon pulls his hand back and you scramble off his bed. you hurriedly cross the room, flinging jungwon's bedroom door open and stepping out, not sparing another glance behind you.

---

you toss and turn that night.

your face still tingles from where jungwon touched you. your mind is reeling with so many thoughts, your imagination seemingly going into each and every unexplored direction.

you and jungwon grew close during the years you spent together since your parents got married. it was like becoming friends. you had to learn things about each other, know what makes the other tick. the two of you never shied away from showing who you truly are. you'd be living under the same roof for the most part, so what's the point in hiding, right?

and jungwon never hid his affection for you. brotherly hugs, encouraging pats on the back, kisses on your forehead. he told yu over and over again how happy he was that you were his sister. that you were the best sister.

and you never hid how much you needed jungwon, either. he taught you how to get home on the bus from college on the weekends. he helped you with any handiwork you required in your room. he gave you the ins and outs of the college cliques and clubs.

jungwon always told you he loves you. you always reached out to jungwon. neither was a secret.

so, what's making you so nervous?

before you can answer yourself, you hear the hinges of your door squeak as it opens. in the dim light of your room, you see a figure step through the doorway, startling you slightly.

"sorry, it's me," jungwon whispers. "i couldn't sleep."

you feel your heart quicken once more as you sit up, watching jungwon make his way to your bed. he plops down on the mattress and looks at you.

"mind if i crash here for a while?" jungwon asks quietly.

jungwon does this on some nights, reasoning the bouts of insomnia as he snuggles up to your side. half of the time he talks, telling you stories of what he did during the day, and the other half he spends holding you to his chest, fingers drawing patterns on your back.

on rare occasions, he asks you to turn away, pressing your back to his front. he sometimes rocks against you gently and whispers how much he loves you in your ear. you feel strange when he does this. but you never complain.

"sure," you reply, scooting to one side of the bed. jungwon moves to lay beside you, pulling the covers over him.

wordlessly, his hands find your hips, tugging you close. you let him, your own arms circling around jungwon's torso. he's warm and smells like fresh laundry. you don't hide the way you inhale his scent.

you stay like that for a few minutes and you almost think that jungwon has fallen asleep. but after a while, he pulls back slightly to look at you.

you meet his eyes, sharp shadows cast across jungwon's face from your night lamp situated on the other side of your room.

"stay away from jay," jungwon says. your mouth falls open in mild surprise.

"why?" you ask. jungwon sighs, cradling your face once more in his hand.

"he doesn't deserve you," jungwon responds, voice hardened with something you can't quite put your finger on.

jungwon's looking down at you and even in the darkened state of your room, you can see the seriousness in his expression. he's clearly still upset from earlier.

"but mom and dad seem to like him," you reason with a pout. jungwon lets out a 'tsk' grasping your face tighter.

you let out a whimper. jungwon was never this heavy-handed with you.

"but i don't like him," jungwon insists. "you need someone who knows you, who can do things for you, who loves you more than anything."

jungwon pushes you onto your back, his leg swinging over to plant his knee on your other side. he grabs at your wrists and presses them down, trapping you as he hovers over you, his face inches away from yours.

"you need me."

you gasp, unable to comprehend the words that had just left jungwon's mouth. you're given no time to work it out in your head because jungwon is kissing you, pressing his lips to yours. you protest, pushing against jungwon but he's too strong for you to fight back properly. he has you pinned down and there's nothing you can do.

"w-what are you doing?" you say as jungwon pulls away for a second. instead of answering, jungwon busies himself with your neck, nipping at your sensitive skin. you squirm and whine but jungwon doesn't let up.

"i love you," jungwon whispers in your ear.

you shiver.

"you love me, too, right?" jungwon questions as he looks at you. you blink away tears that have gathered in your eyes.

you're just so confused. what is he doing? what is happening?

"answer me, angel," jungwon urges gently. he leans down to kiss away at the tears streaming down the side of your face.

"i do," you return weakly.

"no no," jungwon tuts. "say it properly."

you sniffle as you feel more tears fill your eyes.

"i love you."

jungwon seems satisfied because he kisses you again, tongue running over the seam of your lips. you've never kissed anyone before and it feels so foreign, having jungwon's tongue licking into your mouth. but you follow what he does, parting your lips and moving your tongue with his.

jungwon groans, one of his hands letting go of your wrist to grab at your waist instead. he presses you to him and you feel something stiff against your thigh.

"you make me so hard, angel," jungwon groans. he grinds against your leg and you watch as his expression crumples into pleasure.

"t-this is wrong," you sob. "we're not supposed to do this."

and you do feel conflicted with it all. everything you've learned in church, everything you've read through His word, it all says that this is bad. that you should only lay with the man you love, the man you married.

oh, but you do love jungwon. you've loved him since the day you met him.

"do you want to stop?" jungwon asks, stilling above you. you continue to cry, your legs squeezing together as you feel wet heat pool in your underwear.

"God will forgive us, angel girl," jungwon coos, a hand dipping beneath your pajama top.

you mewl as you feel jungwon squeeze at one of your boobs.

"He knows how much we love each other, so he'll forgive us, don't you worry," jungwon reassures as he rolls your nipple between his fingers.

"then we'll make it up to Him with a cute little wedding at a faraway chapel," jungwon continues, his other hand tugging down your shorts and underwear.

you're breathing heavily now, head spinning as your whole body heats up. the ache between your legs grows stronger.

"then we'll have babies," jungwon says. "so many babies we'll be filling up our own pew at church."

you gasp as you feel jungwon's fingers press against your core, working on the nub that you've ever really encountered twice or thrice before, too scared to be condemned to hell if you continued to touch yourself.

"what if we have a baby now, huh?" jungwon asks, placing a chaste kiss to your temple. "make you a mommy so no one can take you from me."

you shake your head, initially appalled at his words, but the thought of carrying jungwon's child, it stirs something in you.

"no?" jungwon asks, voice hinting with playfulness. "you don't want it?"

you look up at jungwon, struggling to find the words to say. you want it but your conscience screams at you to refuse.

"i want it," you finally answer. "want to give you a baby."

"fuck," jungwon curses as the words leave your mouth. he hurriedly discards his shorts, eyes seemingly ablaze.

"yeah? gonna give your brother a baby?" jungwon taunts, fingers circling at your core again. you moan wantonly, a million different feelings coursing through your body.

jungwon pokes in one finger through your entrance and you nearly scream, unprepared for the strange sensation.

"sshhh," jungwon says, pressing down on your mouth with one hand. he adds a second finger in slowly and your back arches off the bed.

"look at you," jungwon says with a grin. "your body responds so well to me, huh, angel?"

you cry into jungwon's palm as you feel him pump his fingers in and out of you, curling them inside every time he pushes in. you feel a tightness in your belly and more wetness pooling out of you. your body jolts with every movement of jungwon's fingers.

"shit, i can't take this anymore," jungwon mutters, pulling his fingers out. you whine, hips involuntarily pushing up as they search for friction.

"i got you," jungwon says, taking his hand off your face. the room is filled with your soft sobs, a mix of the lingering guilt and the newfound pleasure.

jungwon strokes his shaft a few times and you watch with bated breath as he aligns himself between your legs. you feel him push against you and you start to cry even harder, fear of what's to come gripping you like no other.

jungwon pushes halfway in and any scream threatening to break free from your lips is muted by jungwon pressing his mouth to yours. you cry and cry and cry as jungwon keeps pushing in, burying himself to the hilt seconds later.

he stills, pulling away to let you breathe. you hiccup, the stretch between your legs equal parts painful and filling in the best way possible.

"s-so big," you sob. "c-can feel you in my belly."

jungwon groans, his hip snapping up involuntarily. you whine, biting down hard on your lip.

"yeah? can you feel me here?" jungwon asks, a large hand pressing down on your lower abdomen. he starts to move then, slowly pulling out then thrusting back in.

"yes!" you gasp. "yes, yes, it's so deep."

"God, angel, you sound so beautiful when you're being fucked," jungwon says, speeding up.

"recite to me your favorite bible verse," jungwon commands. you barely hear him with the way he's moving his hips against yours.

"w-what?" you mumble in a daze.

jungwon takes hold of your face, forcing you to look directly at him.

"your favorite bible verse, angel girl. let me hear your pretty voice."

you rack your brain for it. you should know it by heart, have it seared into your consciousness. but the way jungwon is taking you right at this moment wipes away nearly all thoughts of scripture.

"no temptation has overtaken you that is not common to man," you begin, trying to keep your voice steady as jungwon scrutinizes you, fingers still digging into your cheeks.

"God is faithful, and he will not let you be tempted beyond your ability," you continue. jungwon smirks, nodding, urging you to go on.

you're about to speak when you feel jungwon's thumb press down on your sensitive nub. you cry out, the added sensation muddling your brain even further.

"go on," jungwon orders.

"b-but with the temptation he will also provide the way of escape, that you may be able to e-ndure it," you finish with a shaky breath.

"good job, angel," jungwon says, letting go of your face and leaning in to kiss you briefly on your forehead.

your head falls back against your pillow, your vision blurring as all you can feel is jungwon moving in and out of you. all you can think of is jungwon. all you ever need, right at this moment, is jungwon.

your brother. the man you love. the man you want to have all your babies with.

"so tight, so fucking tight," jungwon babbles, pushing your legs up so he can get a better angle. your lower half rises off the bed and jungwon fucks into you even harder, snapping his hips against your insides with a force that has you gripping onto your sheets for dear life.

jungwon continues on like this, sweat dripping down his forehead. any pain is gone now, replaced with a want, a need for some sort of release.

you don't know what compels you to talk, but you can't help the next words that come out of your mouth.

"p-please, jungwon. feels so good. w-wanna be a mommy, want it so bad. n-need it!"

jungwon seems to let himself go then, hips moving erratically, not caring if you're bent nearly in half, his grip on your thighs painful as his fingernails poke at your skin. it feels good, you think, your insides clenching and tingling at the sight of jungwon getting nearly animalistic with you.

it almost fills you with joy. knowing that he's only ever like this with you.

a few moments later, jungwon's hips start to stutter.

"gonna give you my babies, angel girl. i'm so close, so close to making you a mommy—fuck!"

the words from jungwon stop any coherent thought in your brain as a sort of euphoria takes over you, your whole body tightening up. jungwon completely stills, pressing himself in deeper. a warm feeling spreads from where he's sheathed inside you.

the two of you remain unmoving, panting as your minds catch up with your bodies. jungwon pulls out moments later, replacing his cock with his fingers. you protest weakly as jungwon moves his fingers shallowly in and out of you.

"i came so much, angel," jungwon says with a chuckle. he pulls his fingers out and shows you his fingers, coated with his milky white release.

"your belly's gonna be all swollen up in nine months, for sure," jungwon muses, pushing his fingers against your mouth. you part your lips hesitantly, licking at the saltiness.

"good girl," jungwon praises, pulling his hand away before kissing you sweetly.

"i love you," jungwon mumbles against your lips.

you hold his face steady, thumbs rubbing at his cheeks. you meld your lips together, the elation finally catching up to you.

there are no stained glass windows in your room, your body bare and void of pretty dresses, and the night is still and quiet.

it's still sunday. it's still your happy day.

"i love you, too," you say as you and jungwon share a smile.

[heesngirl]

── ﹙✧﹚ sixty-nine, drunk sex, carpet sex, dirty talk (mild) oral sex (both), p in v, cum eating, unprotected sex, a little soft towards the end, mdni.

I must say it's not the best thing I've ever written, idk. But... Believe it or not, it's harder for me to create these shorts, as I've always been used to creating writing with context before sex. So... I hope you like it anyway.

The apartment door closed with a dull, clumsy thud. Laughter still danced on his lips, thick with alcohol, desire, and the imminent promise of losing control. Barely across the threshold, Heeseung slammed you against the nearest wall, his breathing ragged and his eyes bloodshot with hunger. His lips crushed against yours in a clumsy, rough, wet kiss. He tasted of whiskey, saliva, and anxiety. His teeth collided with yours, his tongue darted in without permission, desperate to taste you.

Your hands flew to his neck, slid over his jaw with a rough caress, and descended to his chest, claiming him. Your fingers clung to him reverently. You were claiming territory with each trembling touch. And just like that, your fingers slid down his shirt, undoing the buttons clumsily but determinedly, as he lifted one of your legs and wrapped it around his hips. He ground his pelvis against your core mercilessly, that hard, throbbing bulge protruding beneath his dress pants. He pressed against your wet pussy, as if he could penetrate you through your clothes, as if every layer separating you was an insult that needed to be removed as soon as possible. And so it was: his shirt fell to the floor in seconds, discarded like something useless.

"Fuck... you're already wet, aren't you?" he growled against your neck, his nose buried in your skin, inhaling your scent like it was drugs, like he was going crazy. "You walked like you weren't wearing panties all night. Like you wanted me to fuck you right there on the bar table," he continued, barely biting the curve of your shoulder.

His hands moved up your back, lifting the fabric of your dress with measured urgency, slowly pushing it up, exposing your skin to the cold air and the warmth of his breath. He undressed you with brutal tenderness, leaving you in just your panties, your breasts completely exposed, your nipples hardened by the contrasting ambient temperature.

His lips fell on your peak, devouring them. He sucked, licked, circled them with his tongue, and caught them with his teeth. He bit just enough, enough to make you moan openly, to leave marks. He sucked you as if he were going to feed on you, leaving trails of hot saliva running down your ribs.

Meanwhile, your fingers, trembling but determined, reached for his belt. You opened it effortlessly, unbuttoned his pants, and pulled them down, along with his boxers, without a second thought. His cock sprang against his abdomen with a thud, so hard it hurt to the touch. You wrapped your hand around it, feeling the heat and tension of his throbbing flesh. It was thick, soaked at the tip with precum that glistened in the dim hallway light.

Your eyes lowered and stared at that expanse of him, and your mouth opened, wet, panting with anticipation. It was intimidating. Familiar, yes… but this time it seemed even bigger, more imposing, more yours. You felt like it belonged to you because you'd teased it, because you'd made it this way, so fucking hard.

"Is that it for me?" you whispered with a dirty smile, tilting your head as you slowly lowered yourself to your knees, as if you worshipped him.

"Always has been," he growled, his gaze following your movements. "But show me how you claim it, how you make it yours with that sweet little mouth of yours."

It wasn't a gentle request. It was a command, and you, submissive only to him, obeyed. You took his cock decisively, closing your fingers tightly around its base, beginning to pump with a slow, firm rhythm, like someone savoring power in their hands. The skin was warm, tense, and damp. You leaned down and licked him from below, from the base to the head, leaving a trail of saliva that made him gasp. You traced each vein with your tongue, savoring him like he was your favorite candy.

He let his head fall back, a husky growl escaping his throat. His hands moved down to your head, tangling his fingers in your hair, squeezing lightly, guiding you but not forcing you.

"Fuck... like that, darling. Swallow it all." His voice trembled, raspy and deep.

Then you did it, opening your mouth wide and wrapping your lips around him, sucking him deep, feeling him slide until he hit your throat. Your eyes watered, you drooled, you moaned under the pressure, but you didn't stop. Your fingers circled his base as your head bobbed up and down, setting a wet, dirty, glorious rhythm. The echo of your throat swallowing his cock resonated through the hallway. He panted, cursing, his pelvis tensing with pleasure. He was yours, in your mouth, in your power.

"If you keep this up... I'm going to cum in your mouth... and I don't want to, not yet," he said between broken gasps, and with a brutal effort, he pulled you off his cock with a barely suppressed grunt, as if wresting away that pleasure was a necessary punishment for something even greater.

He took you by the waist and, in a single movement, lifted you into his arms, but he was tugging you against his bare torso. Your legs automatically wrapped around him as he stumbled down the hallway. His lips devoured yours with fierce eagerness, with disorder, with saliva, with teeth that sometimes met in frenzy. He didn't stop, and neither did you. Your hands ran down his neck, tangling in his hair, descending to his shoulders, clinging to him with nails that left marks. The desire grew unbearable with every passing second.

But when you reached the bedroom, he didn't carry you to the bed. No. Heeseung barely crossed the threshold when he bent down and dropped you with controlled urgency onto the carpet, as if he couldn't wait a second longer. He stepped back for a moment to completely remove the pants and shoes he was still wearing. But he didn't take his eyes off you for a second. He looked at you like a predator looks at its prey, his chest heaving, his jaw clenched, his eyes burning.

And you, aware of his hungry gaze, brought a hand between your legs, rubbing yourself over your soaked panties, then slid your fingers underneath, touching yourself shamelessly. You opened your legs a little wider so he could see everything, and moaned softly, knowing that sound would break him.

Heeseung cursed under his breath.

"Look at you... you're so damn beautiful touching that gorgeous wet pussy," he murmured, with a mixture of dirty admiration and need. He lay down next to you, and in a husky voice, he said, "Come here, princess. Sit on my face. I want to eat you out until you scream my name."

Your lips curved into a wicked smile. You didn't need more. You crawled on top of him, your body burning, and instead of just riding his face, you turned around mid-exertion and got into a sixty-nine position, your pussy right over his mouth and his cock pointing at your face again, even harder, swollen, the tip glistening with more precum.

He didn't protest; on the contrary. He grabbed your buttocks tightly, spreading them with both hands, and buried his face between your legs. His tongue sank into your pussy mercilessly, licking every fold, every corner. He alternated between sucking your clit hard and pushing his tongue as deep as he could. You moaned on his member, which didn't wait long to return to your mouth.

You wrapped your lips around him again, but with more urgency this time. His taste, his smell, the heat of his skin had you addicted. You began to suck him harder, letting his glans hit your throat, swallowing, panting. The pace was wild, rhythmic, wet. Your mouth devoured him as he moaned against your pussy, and that same moan vibrated between your legs.

As you sucked him, your hands slowly lowered to his balls. You caressed them carefully, first brushing them gently, enjoying the smooth, warm skin beneath your fingers, then squeezing them firmly, almost pushing the limit. You pinched, squeezed, and massaged them with all the lust and intent you felt. He arched his back, letting out a deeper moan.

"Just like that. Don't stop touching me, baby," he murmured, his voice broken and husky.

You felt his cock harden even more in your mouth, his veins throbbing against your tongue, and his balls responding to every touch, every pressure between your fingers. They were like an extension of his arousal, and your obsessive attention to them drove him wild. You couldn't speak. You just moaned with his cock in your throat, his dirty words echoing in your dripping vagina, your body tense, ready to explode.

Heeseung, completely out of his mind, thrust two fingers inside you without warning. Your walls clenched them tightly, as he thrust in and out forcefully, his mouth clamped down on your clit. The sound was indecent. Wet clicks, dripping, muffled moans. The whole room smelled of sex, sweat, and urgency.

You began to grind on top of him. Your hips moved on their own, your body trembled, you were so close it hurt. He noticed, and instead of loosening, he tightened his grip on your hips, digging his fingers in, and he ate you harder, pushing his fingers deeper. Unable to contain yourself any longer, you came with a strangled cry of pleasure, his cock still in your mouth, convulsing over his face as he licked your pussy, absorbing your juices, as if he could feed off your orgasm.

Your hands didn't stop on his balls; you caressed them with a perfect blend of tenderness and lust. Each touch was a promise, a warning of what was to come. He panted against your pussy, plunging his tongue harder, searching for every fold, every sensitive corner, prolonging your orgasm, and you responded with a steady rhythm on his cock, sucking it with your hot, wet mouth, swirling your tongue, and thrusting your head up and down eagerly.

You felt his breathing become erratic, his moans deeper and more guttural. You pulled away for a moment to catch your breath and kissed his thighs. s, whispering dirty words between each caress, making the desire in his eyes burn even more. He writhed beneath you, digging his nails into the tender flesh of your ass. Until you took him back into your mouth. Then, he began to move his hips slowly, thrusting upward, filling your mouth more with his cock; simultaneously sinking his tongue deeper and deeper into you, while you sucked him desperately, searching for the right moment.

“Fuck, gorgeous… you’re going to kill me,” he moaned, his voice breaking, panting against your sex. “I’m going to fuck you hard when we finish this.”

His fingers squeezed your ass cheeks, making you move against his face, excited and uncontrolled, until he couldn’t take it anymore. His body tensed, his breathing exploded in sharp, ragged gasps, and then, with a stifled groan, his cock hardened even further and he began to spurt thick, hot jets into your mouth. You felt him twitch, vibrate, spill, and you didn't hesitate to swallow him all, with every pulse, every shudder. His bitter, salty taste permeated your mouth, and you clung to him, sucking every last drop, reveling in the power you held over him.

He let out a groan and lay back on the carpet, panting and covered in sweat, while you lay beside him, smiling contentedly, your mouth still wet, your body flushed, but your mind clearer now, the heat of the alcohol subsiding and leaving room for something more. Their eyes met, and in that instant, you knew there was no turning back. It wasn't just lust; it was deep desire, a longing to touch your soul beyond the flesh.

He gripped your waist firmly, lifting you slowly, almost carefully, and carried you to the bed. Without letting go, he laid you down on the cool sheets that contrasted with the scorching heat of your bodies. He covered you with his body, his hands exploring every inch of your skin with reverence and need.

His cock, still swollen and sensitive, aligned itself with your damp entrance, soaked with the remnants of your fluids and the saliva you left behind when you pleased him. He looked into your eyes, sought your permission with a deep gaze, and when you nodded, he began to penetrate you slowly. You felt his pulse throb against your skin, every inch of his member filling you with a mixture of sweet pain and intense pleasure. Sounds began to fill the room: the wet brush of his skin against yours, the muffled click of his entry and exit, low, husky moans escaping both of you with each thrust. His breathing mingled with yours, shaky and surrendered.

"I love you, my baby." he whispered, breaking the rhythm for only a second, but that instant was enough to make your heart clench.

His hands gripped your hips, pulling you against him, and the rhythm grew more intense, more urgent. The wet sound of his skin brushing against your body, the dripping of your warm fluids coating him, and your mutual moans creating a perfect carnal melody. Your nails dug into his back as you clung to him, your hips marking the rhythm with his, enveloping him in a primal and perfect dance, where time and reason disappeared.

You felt his body tense, his moans become shorter and deeper, his pulse quicken inside you. When his climax came, his body shook against yours, his thrusts became erratic, his hot skin dripping with sweat, and you felt him fill you, his burning cum penetrating every corner of your insides. You held onto him tightly, returning that love and surrender, and together you fell into the calm after the storm, your bodies intertwined, your breaths synchronized, and your hearts beating in unison.

© heesngirl ★

[iceprince-psh]

ENHYPEN for W Korea

[enhypendata]

PRADA x ENHYPEN for W Korea [Behind] (9)

[jaeyuned]

jungwon ending fairy - 240714 ↳ for anon ♡

[wonforjwon]

FINE AND MINE

Yang Jungwon - 04 line!

[hencheri]

jungwon probably likes to send pics of u to the gc then guilt trip you when you find out

18+ mdni. | warnings: toxic relationship, noncon share of pictures.

now that’s what im talking about.

he’s an horrible bf, all your friends told you to stop dating him, the relationship is just so toxic, but you can’t seem to live without him.. you love jungwon.. you really convince yourself he’s good, that he loves you, too, but then … you see the gc and why is there a lot of your pictures? the nudes you sent to him are there (the ones he forced you to take) and also.. some you didn’t know existed? some he told you he’d delete but apparently didn’t.

you can see all of his friends have responded in vulgar ways, using degrading words, jake saying he wishes he could have your pussy for himself, use it for his own sick pleasure, heeseung commenting how stupid you are for trusting jungwon but also being glad you’re dumb af bcs then he can see what you’re hiding under your clothes, jay being the most… polite and complimenting your body but it only feels objectifying to you and riki probably talking the most when he never utters more than two words to you, begging jungwon to send more.

your head is spinning, you’re hyperventilating, this can't be real. jungwon is not doing this to you…

it takes everything in you to confront him and when you do, he only scoffs. "and what about it?", "they're my friends, we all do this", "shouldn't have sent me those pics then"... and you reluctantly accept it bcs the last thing you want is jungwon to leave you.

[lovzwoni]

velle's reccos #3

(enhypen text ver)

enhypen | 엔하이픈 𐙚 ⋆˚｡⋆

possessive texts by @kairoot

lee heeseung | 이희승 𐙚 ⋆˚｡⋆

ex boyfriend texts with heeseung by @fakeuwus

yang jungwon | 양정원 𐙚 ⋆˚｡⋆

situationship texts with jungwon by @wonryllis

park jongseong | 박종성 𐙚 ⋆˚｡⋆

texting bf! jay by @sleepyhoon

boyfriend texts with jay by @jjunieworld

boyfriends texts with jay by @021894s

jay park bf texts by @atrirose

sim jaeyun | 심재윤 𐙚 ⋆˚｡⋆

boyfriend texts with jake by @crimnalseung

boyfriend texts with jake by @kairoot

park sunghoon | 박성훈 𐙚 ⋆˚｡⋆

texting bf! sunghoon by @sleepyhoon

ex bf! texts with sunghoon by @topichoon

situationship texts with sunghoon by @fakeuwus

coworker sunghoon texts by @lcvclywon

sunghoon bf texts by @jungkit

bf sunghoon texts by @enha-stars

but you, sunghoon, stuck around by @leaderwonim

kim sunoo | 김선우 𐙚 ⋆˚｡⋆

random bf texts with sunoo by @sunoooism

nishimura riki | 니키 𐙚 ⋆˚｡⋆

random ass texts with riki by @saursoob

situationship texts with riki by @wonryllis

do you think we're soulmates in another universe? no, we're not even soulmates in this one by @leaderwonim

last updated : 20 aug 2024

[domoriu]

who's most likely to use toys on you!! bnd/enha/both

ill do both cuz yeah 😋

in bnd:

leehan loves to use them on you, especially when he’s fucking you, putting a vibrator on your clit while he’s so deep inside of you, tweaking the settings to see which one makes you feel the best, also loving the way it feels on him as well like this. also would love to fuck you with one of your toys, maybe even buys a dildo thats similar in length/girth to him and makes you fuck yourself with it while he watches

in enha:

heeseung will be so immersed in your pussy when he places a vibrator onto your clit, watching as you clench around nothing and then taking it off right before you cum, the vibrations bringing you to your peak fast but he wants to play with you some more. has you tearing up from the way he edges you with it, also will fuck you while he makes you hold the vibrator, and he’ll make sure you keep it in place the whole time or else he’ll stop.

[sch1z0prenic]

I miss his adorable lil ass sm ..😣 he's my daisy and i miss him sm. my weverse is so dry without him i feel like a starved wife who's husband left for war 😔😔🤚

[gureumz]

I just read project Aphrodite and omg it was so good!!! I was wondering if maybe you could follow it up a little with idk, headcanons of dad!jungwon with reader? It was just so good omg

ok i love this actually let me just

[read project aphrodite here!]

project aphrodite special chapter: jungwon headcanons

established early on with you that while he appreciates the companionship and the amazing sex, he's not really looking to be romantically tied down

jungwon swears that he won't sleep or get with another woman in the foreseeable future and regulations on project aphrodite state that if two people decide to have a baby, they need to register their names into the system, anyway, and both are forbidden to register their name with a different person until after a year

so the two of you are basically in a weird marriage but not really

true to his promise, it doesn't take long for you to get pregnant and both you and jungwon are relieved for the most part, finally having fulfilled your duty as citizens of this dying world

but a smaller part of you starts to feel the telltale signs of that motherly love people love to talk about

you're moved to a bigger room, more akin to a proper apartment and you start bustling about just weeks after finding out you're pregnant, going full-on nesting

you visit the supplies office early, requesting a crib and a carrier and more blankets than you know you need and much, much more

you and jungwon continue to work together but he doesn't shy away from the fact that he's the father of that baby you're carrying

he accompanies you at meal times, goes with you to your checkups, helps rearrange your place

the day you find out that you're having a girl, you see something shift in jungwon's eyes

"our little girl," jungwon mumbles, still staring at the sonogram long after the two of you left your appointment

jungwon holds you then, thanking you for putting up with so much already: the morning sickness, the fatigue, the constant trips to the restroom

"i couldn't be happier that you're the mother our children will have," says jungwon.

"i thought you were joking about having more than one," you joke.

"i guess i'm not this time," he replies.

then you make the sweetest most passionate love that night and you think if weddings were still practiced, you would have married him the next day

jungwon is nothing short of a caring father

a complete girl dad!!!!! loves dressing your baby up in the prettiest clothes he can get his hands on (which, in a post-apocalyptic world, are plain pink onesies and bright yellow pajamas)

you don't talk about it, but you know that you and jungwon are far past the weird 'just doing our due diligence' stage

he's in love and so are you

[heesngirl]

── ﹙✧﹚rough morning sex, unprotected sex, messy, spit, p in v, pet names, dom! Heeseung, dirty talk, oral sex (f. received) creampie, mdni.

The rain pounded against the windows with hypnotic insistence, dripping sound filling the room. And inside, between tangled sheets, the kisses turned into moans. sticky, slow, desperate. Mouths devoured each other with primal hunger, tongues intertwined, saliva shared, and the touch of naked bodies grinding.

Your eyes were still closed, eyelashes heavy with the remnants of sleep, but they didn't stop your body from responding. It wasn't the cold that woke you, but Heeseung's insistent pressure on you; his chest pressed against your breasts, his warm breath on your neck, and his hard, hot cock rubbing between your legs with brutal slowness, brushing against your wet slit, throbbing with anticipation.

“Wake up, my pretty baby.” he growled against your ear, his voice husky, drenched with desire. “I’m not skip fucking you all morning until you can’t even walk.”

A shaky moan escaped your lips, the wetness between your thighs turning into a puddle. The glans of his cock, thick and dripping, slid into your swollen pussy, smearing itself with your fluids. He played with your entrance, teasing you, moistening the tip without entering, only rubbing in circles, grazing your swollen clit.

“H-Heeseung…” you whispered, your voice breathy, more of a plea than a word.

“Shut up and feel,” he murmured before devouring your mouth, his tongue invading you, his hand pinning your wrists against the pillow. And then he did it : he thrust into you all at once, his cock burying itself deep inside you, opening you with a delicious hardness, shattering you with a stifled moan.

The stretch was brutal and perfect. You felt him fill every corner, his thickness parting your sensitive walls, making you vibrate. The sheets twisted beneath you, soaked with sweat and moisture. He began to move, slow, deep, each thrust a delicious invasion, each hip thrust a glorious punishment. Your legs trembled, your pussy dripped, your nipples brushed against his chest with each thrust.

"Look at me" he growled, his teeth clenched, the muscles in his arms tensing as he held you. "look at me while I fuck you so deep you won't think of anyone else."

And you did. Your eyes met his, dark, devouring, fixed on you as if you were prey. His hair fell over his forehead, his jaw clenched, sweat trickling down his neck. It was pure, brutal desire. And it was all for you.

Your body reacted like a starving whore, your back arched, seeking more, your clit rubbing with each thrust, the walls of your pussy squeezing him hard as if you were trying to keep him inside. You felt the orgasm building, slow, unstoppable, like a beast awakening.

"Like that... fuck me like that, more..." you moaned, your voice broken, needy, trembling.

That was the trigger. His rhythm became wild. He released one of your hands only to grab your neck firmly, pressing just enough to make you tremble. His cock slid in and out of you with obscene sounds, dripping your juices, each thrust wilder, more desperate.

"This pussy is mine. You're mine. Do you hear me?" he growled against your ear, licking, biting.

And then you exploded.

The orgasm shook you like an electric shock. You screamed his name, your legs buckled, your cunt throbbed like crazy, squeezing him so hard he let out a guttural moan, a stifled curse. He didn't stop. He kept fucking you, riding your spasms, until with a deep grunt he spilled inside you, filling you with his hot cum, pumping in thick waves, while his body trembled on yours.

Only the rain filled the silence, and the sound of his breathing against your neck. Still inside you, Heeseung remained still, crushing you with his warm weight. Then he released your other hand and caressed your face with a savage tenderness.

“Good morning, darling" he whispered, kissing you slowly, with a dirty smile. "I hope you don't have plans today, because I'm not finished yet".

You knew it. You felt it in his cock, still throbbing inside you, hardening again.

He pulled out of you slowly, his cum dripping, sliding down your open thighs, soiling the sheets. The frigid air made you shiver, but you didn't have time to react. He grabbed you by the waist and flipped you onto your stomach with one firm movement, propping your hips up with a pillow. Your pussy was dripping, the thick liquid dripping uncontrollably, and your body was still shuddering from the throes of orgasm.

"Look at you... soaked and open, begging for more." he growled, positioning himself behind you, his hands gripping your wrists against the mattress.

He plunged back into you with a single thrust. His cock filled you again, stretching you further. His pelvis slammed against your buttocks, the wet sound of skin against skin bouncing around the room. He began to fuck you with a brutal rhythm, each thrust a declaration of power, each gasp a promise.

"You're so fucking tight after you cum," he gasped, his voice hoarse, cracking. "This messy little cunt is swallowing me whole."

You couldn't think. You just moaned, your face pressed into a pillow, your legs spread, taking it all in. You felt the liquids trickle down your swollen lips, the friction driving you wild. His hand moved down your back, grabbed your hair, and pulled back, forcing you to raise your face.

"Tell me whose pussy this is" he growled against your ear.

"Yours... it's yours, only yours!" you cried shamelessly, breathlessly.

That drove him wild. He fucked you harder, the wild thrusts of his pelvis drawing broken moans from you. His nails dug into your skin, his breath burned hot on you, and his cock continued to pierce you, hitting your cervix as if he wanted to split you open.

The second orgasm came without permission. Your muscles contracted violently, your pussy squeezing him so tightly that he forced a loud moan, releasing himself inside you again with a thick, hot cum, flooding you to the core. He trembled on top of you, gripping your hips as if he were about to break, and then he collapsed on top of you, panting, covering you with his sweaty body.

"You're mine..." he whispered one last time, licking the sweat from your back as his cum dripped from your open pussy, a perfect blend of lust, wild love, and eternal need.

Before you could respond, he sat up, sliding out of you with a wet, obscene smack. The mixture of his fluids with yours gushed shamelessly, seeping between your open lips, soiling your thighs and the sheets with a dirty, viscous, delicious heat.

He took you by the waist and forced you to turn again, making you lie on your back, your legs spread and trembling. He watched you like that, undone, soaked, your pussy reddish and throbbing, completely exposed under his gaze.

"Look how you leave me, baby" he growled, and with one hand he stroked his cock, which still stood firm, thick, and glistening with fluids. "I'm going to fill you more . You're going to take it all like the good girl you are for me, do you understand?"

Without giving you time, he leaned between your legs and his mouth sank directly into your cunt.

It was brutal. His tongue forced its way between your swollen lips, gathering the thick mixture of semen and juices with a desperate hunger. He licked you as if he were cleansing you from the inside out, as if your taste was the only nourishment he needed to live. Every movement was messy, noisy, conscious of letting you hear how wet you were, how full he'd left you.

His lips sucked on your clit with such precise pressure that your body arched automatically, trembling. He held you tight so you couldn't escape, his fingers digging into your thighs as his tongue became more insistent, faster, thrusting in and out, licking every corner of your vulva, every sensitive fold, every drop that trickled from your insides.

"God... Heeseung..." you cried, breathless, your fingers buried in his hair, your eyes clouded with pleasure.

Your orgasm came without permission again, an uncontrollable explosion that shook you whole. Your back arched violently, your thighs clamped down against his face, and your body shuddered as Heeseung's tongue continued to lick you with devotion, as if wanting to absorb every contraction, every drop of your climax.

But it didn't end there.

As soon as you realized it, he crawled on top of you, and with a single movement, he thrust into you again.

His cock slammed back in like a hot, wet piston, sliding easily through everything he had just caused. The first thrust was savage. The second, even deeper. And the third made you whimper loudly, your still-sensitive body trembling under each stroke.

This time it wasn't controlled.

It was a merciless fuck.

Heeseung fucked you with the ferocity of someone who needs to mark you from the inside, someone who wants you to be unable to sit, walk, or think of anything but him. He grabbed your ankles, lifted them to rest on his shoulders, and began to thrust into you with all the force of his hips, bouncing you against the bed, the sound of sex filling the room like a constant scream.

"Is that what you wanted? For me to break your pussy again?" he spat between gasps, as he fucked you with a rhythm that bordered on the violent.

"Yes... yes, ruin me, baby, don't stop... please" you begged, no longer able to think, to reason, you only felt.

The mattress creaked, the sheets wrinkled, and you screamed shamelessly. Sweat trickled down, mingled with the hot fluids soaking your thighs and pussy. It was wild, raw, immoral. And it was perfect.

With one hand, he leaned toward you and spat directly into your mouth.

"Swallow it." he ordered in a deep voice, as he continued to move inside you.

And you did it, with pleasure, with eagerness, moaning with his saliva mixed with yours still on your tongue, while your inner walls squeezed him again with the arrival of a new orgasm, wetter, more urgent, more devastating.

Heeseung roared when he felt you squeeze him again, his hands moving to your throat and squeezing firmly, while his pelvis slammed against yours in murderous thrusts.

"Come again, babygirl. Do it again…" he growled through his teeth, his brow furrowed.

And you did. Your body broke, the pleasure so intense it made you cry, literally. Hot tears streamed down your cheeks as your body convulsed beneath his.

That was when he unleashed himself completely.

His orgasm was brutal. He pushed himself in deep and filled you once more, panting, cursing, trembling. His semen spurted out again in ropes, spilling into you with such volume that you felt it oozing out from the sides with each contraction.

He stayed there, inside you, still throbbing, both of you panting, his body completely surrendered to yours, covering you like a burning shadow. And then, in absolute silence, he kissed your forehead, with absurd sweetness.

© heesngirl

[iceprince-psh]

ENHYPEN × W KOREA ˙˖°📷 ༘ ｡˚

[enhypendata]

PRADA x ENHYPEN for W Korea [Behind] (5)

[doe-noo]

[kpop-bbg]