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I see wonwoo as a dom. He manhandles you and fucks you everytime he wins a game. You giving him head while he games and groaning while his friends ask him if anything is wrong.

He loves to tease your pussy, loves to see you beg and tears coming out in frustration when he doesn't put it in. "Wonwoo I beg you please just put it in" you whimper earning a laugh from him. "Patience angel, learn to be patient".

He is so pussy drunk, like the thought of eating you out has him cumming. He lives by eating you out. He is totally the type of man to hold your hand why eating you out. Complimenting you. "So beautiful angel, yes just take it in, so tight, just for me" has you clenching around his length.

He fucks you with his glasses on beacause he needs to see you pretty face. He feels so lucky thinking he is the only one that gets to see you like this all spread out for him. The rim of his glasses hitting everytime he eats you out has you squirting all over his face.

41. “You make a sound and its game over.”

82. “I’m not going to touch you unless you beg.”

98.“If i have to pull over, you wont be able to walk for the next week.”

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“I’m not going to touch you unless you beg, baby.”

You whimper at his words, bent over the restroom sink with your dress bunched up as best as you could gather it around your waist. You can feel Wonwoo behind you but he makes no moves to touch you as you grip onto your dress harder, making your best attempt at keeping it off the dirty restroom floor.

“Wo–Wonwoo p-please, please, I–please, touch m-me..”

“Oh? Is that the best you can do? Can’t you do better than that, baby?”

A choked sob escapes your lips, Wonwoo’s edged you twice now and you could feel yourself so close to cumming. Your legs are shaking and you can feel your wetness sliding down your thighs; your feet are starting to hurt in your heels but Wonwoo has all the time in the world to play.

“P-please, Wonwoo, please, please, please, I’ll–I’ll be so good for y-you, please, ju–just please let me c-cum!!”

Your voice echoes in the tiny restroom.

You can hear him step closer as you peer up into the mirror above the sink and make eye contact with his hard stare.  

Wonwoo questions himself and his decisions when he invited you as his date to the exclusive art gala. Not because he didn’t want you there, but because he knows how much attention you get when you walk into a room. And quite frankly, Wonwoo hates the stares you get because you belong to him, and only him. He hated admitting he was a jealous person when it came to you, but tonight his limits were tested as he watched you converse with Minghao, a colleague of his, by one of Minghao’s art pieces and he couldn’t help the way his fingers gripped the champagne flute a little tighter and how his other hand balled into a fist when he saw Minghao placing his hand on your lower back.

The memory alone makes Wonwoo want to punish you, even though it wasn’t technically your fault. He watched as you turned from Minghao and shot him a sheepish smile, the gears in your head already turning when you saw Wonwoo’s lips pursed into a thin line. He promptly excused you from Minghao and dragged you into one of the museum’s empty restrooms, quickly locking the door and pressing you up against the sink. This was definitely not where you pictured the night to go, but Wonwoo had guided you over to the sink and had kicked your feet apart, ordering you to pick up your dress as he fingered you, already edging you twice.

“Oh, I’ll touch you baby, but you make a sound and it’s game over, am I understood?”

You whimper, nodding, and biting down on your bottom lip to hold in your noises. Wonwoo knows you can get loud when he touches you and under any other circumstance, he’d have you screaming to the high heavens as he makes you cum over and over again. But Wonwoo works here as a museum curator and would hate to lose his job… while also letting everyone know how sweet you sound when you cum.

As for you, it’s really Wonwoo’s cock that you want right now, not his fingers, but beggars can’t be choosers and cumming is the only thing on your mind right now until you can get him home and get on your knees for him. You wonder how Wonwoo is fairing right now, his crimson coloured suit still impeccable as he stands behind you, pushing your panties to the side again as he slips his digits inside, starting a harsh pace from the start. You stare at his form through the mirror, he looks so concentrated and pristine; not a single wrinkle on his suit. Meanwhile you look absolutely fucked out, hair untidy and dress wrinkled all over as you ride his fingers to completion, your teeth biting into your lips as your orgasm crashes over you, toes curling into your heels. Wonwoo retracts his fingers, bringing them up to his mouth and licking them clean as he watches you release your grip on your dress and slump into the sink as you catch your breath. Your legs threaten to buckle under you but Wonwoo’s quick and wraps an arm around your waist to hold you steady.

He holds you as you come back down from your high and smoothes your dress down to the best of his ability, kissing your forehead once he’s done.

“Now, princess, we’re going to walk out there and tell everyone we have to leave because you’re not feeling well and need to get home, understood?”

You nod, eager at the thought of getting home and getting on your knees to suck Wonwoo off once you cross the threshold of his penthouse.

“And, if for any reason I have to pull over, you won’t be able to walk for the next week.”

Here’s a dom!wonwoo for you guys! I had a dream about this last night and I can’t get it out of my head so I figured I’d share it!! IF you guys like it may be able to be convinced to share the rest. There’s no real warnings for this one, but wonwoo, dirty talking, and oral are my new kink ot3. Suggested mood music for this scenario: Wetter by Twista ——- She had just completed a long shower, stepping out of the bathroom with steam and warmth curling out from behind her while the cool autumn air of her apartment rushed to greet her face to face. A soft sigh left her lips as she walked into the bedroom, pulling on a pair of blue and white striped underwear and one of her boyfriend’s over-sized sweaters. She found herself warm enough from this, and the familiarity of his scent was so soothing that she found herself letting out a quiet hum of contentment. The sound of the front door opening pulled her out of her head, and she looked up to hear the deep bass of her man’s voice. “Baby, I’m home.” Wonwoo called in his husky timbre. A gleeful smile spread over her lips, and she found herself walking perhaps just a little too fast out of the bedroom, meeting him halfway in the middle of the living room and reaching up to wrap her arms around the back of his neck as he held her around her waist and spun her around. “Mm..Are you wearing my shirt?” He asked playfully, a small smirk curling his lips upwards as his fingers toyed with the hem of the sweater in question. She gives a soft chuckle and nods once, moving her hand to brush a lock of her damp hair behind her ear. “Yeah, it looked really comfy so…” Shrugging once, she pecks his lips before giving an impish grin. “Why, is there a problem with me wearing it?” She asks teasingly as her fingers play with the hairs at the nape of his neck. Watching as his brow arches, she meets his questioning gaze and chuckles at the hands moving down to her smooth thighs. His fingers curve against her skin, and before she knows it she’s being lifted up, legs wrapped around his waist before his hands rest on her ass to support her weight. “Well yeah. You look too good in it.” He murmured in her ear, causing a wave of heat to wash over her as she squirmed just slightly against him. He chuckles quietly, taking in a deep breath and letting out a soft growl as he catches a whiff of her coconut-scented conditioner. “And you’re so soft and you smell so fucking good right now.” Setting her down against the kitchen table, he presses himself against her tightly, pulling a gasp from her lips as she feels his bulge through her panties. “Look at what you’re doing to me, baby.” He teased, teeth nipping at her neck and leaving behind little marks as she gave a soft mewl of desire. His hands slid under the knitted wool of the sweater, smoothing them up and over the soft skin of her stomach until they came to cup her breasts, giving a light squeeze before he pinches her nipple. He carefully guides her until she’s laying flat on her back on top of the table, before his head is between her legs, nose nuzzling her inner thigh, breath fanning over the hem of her panties and pulling a gasp from her own lips “Wonwoo!” He gives a dark chuckle before he looks up at her, his fingers pulling aside the fabric hiding her from his view as a sinful smirk adorns his lips. “That’s right, kitten. Say my name just like that.”