like a part 2 where the reader just keeps on acting nonchalant like nothing happened and wonwoo gets more and more riled up. cause “why am i the only one going insane here” type of feelings. and he just ends up taking here in a dressing room or something cause damn they need to fuck
she’ll ride the dick like a carnival
pairing. idol! wonwoo + new staff! fem reader!
summary. since that one fateful night at his apartment, jeon wonwoo realizes that he is fucked. but not really, since he can’t seem to get you in his bed.
warnings. [PLEASE READ] dom/sub dynamics, slight dom wonwoo, dirty talk, use of nicknames, THICK dick and lowkey desperate wonu, reader is VERY nonchalant, implied mirror sex, riding, wonu almost cries… AGAIN, sloppy kisses on the tits, subtle jizz play — 18+ MINORS DNI!
note. desperate sex that turns steamy and passionate is my favorite genre holy shit 😭 first time answering an ask! hope you like it :)
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jeon wonwoo could only watch you from across the waiting room as you pranced around in a midi skirt, chatting happily with the staff.
he wanted to cuss you out.
shifting in his chair, he pushed his glasses further up his nose, angrily sniffing.
how could you act like this?
how were you so nonchalant? so unbothered about the fact that you had him seeing stars merely 72 hours ago?
it had been 3 days since you had sucked the soul out of his body. 3 days since he couldn’t stop rutting his cock into his fist to the thoughts of you. 3 days since he had become insane.
he tried to get your attention, he really did. the poor boy would keep trying to pry anything out of your mouth that gave him a hint about your feelings.
but you were unpredictable, just as he had thought.
your face was like a wall — completely emotionless. any thought that passed through your head could barely be understood and wonwoo wanted to smash his head into the concrete at that realization.
“jeez, what’s got you this tense?” mingyu sits down next to him, adjusting his costume as he stared at his best friend. “i’m just… worried about the performance, nothing else.”
mingyu knew that wonwoo was lying.
hell, even wonwoo knew he was lying.
but none of them seemed to question each other as they sat in silence, each immersed in their own thoughts.
“wonwoo-ssi?” your voice called out to him. the boy singled out you and your sound amid nearly 50 people in the room, surprisingly springing to his feet as he walked towards you.
“your outfit is ready, follow me.”
the man silently walked behind you, striding toward the secluded attached room in the corner.
he pulled the curtain and stepped inside, and he was immediately handed his clothes. the outfit was simple— a sleeveless shirt and some baggy white jeans.
“i’ll be outside,” you nodded, bidding him farewell as you pulled the curtain.
sighing, wonwoo turned to look at himself in the mirror. his hardened cock stared at him in the face— a haunting image of the effect you had on him.
how am i the only one who is this riled up? he wondered. i can’t be the only one… right?
he wasn’t.
you would be lying if you said your panties weren’t glued to your core since you walked in. the sight of him had your head spinning, wanting nothing more than to strip him down and pull his dick into your throat.
but of course, you were not some depraved whore.
you set boundaries after that night. he was your client, and you were his stylist. of course you weren’t supposed to suck him off!
the fitting next morning after the incident had made you lose your self control. you recall how you had to get yourself off in the bathroom, relishing in the thoughts of seeing wonwoo in a tight fitted suit.
but of course, you would never voice these thoughts out loud. being in the same room as him was punishment enough to remind you of your sins. you wondered if applying for a styling job for a different member would work—
“uh?” wonwoo’s deep voice cut off your lewd thoughts, making you shake your head to clear them out. “a little help?”
“you good?" you sighed. “i’m coming in,” sucking in a breath as you stepped inside the small box.
wonwoo was leaning against one of the mirrored walls, one leg up on a stool in the corner. “what’s wrong?” you searched for a solution in his face.
“i seem to be stuck in a seemingly hard situation.”
one look down to his hands, you immediately realized the problem.
wonwoo’s dick was hard, the bulge over his boxers made that evident. the problem? the sheer size of his chub was not allowing the zipper of his jeans to zip up.
the man had a small waist but also had weirdly broad hips. his pants always had to be altered so that they suited his body type.
however, this was a problem that no other stylist had ever had to deal with.
“what do i do?” wonwoo whined, pouting his lips as he pushed up his glasses.
“wonwoo-ssi,” you spoke. your voice remained surprisingly stable, despite the fact that you could feel your pussy pulsating.
“i think you need to solve this problem on your own,” you looked into his eyes, almost feeling bad at how he panted.
however, before you could turn around and leave, wonwoo pushed his glasses up his nose and caged you between his arms.
your back hit one of the mirrored walls, as a surprised gasp fumbled from your mouth.
“wonw—”
“for the love of god woman, do you not see what you do to me?”
the desperation in his voice made your knees buckle as you stared into his eyes, gaze alternating to his lips as he bit them.
wonwoo heaved as he inched closer towards your face. “give me one good reason why you shouldn’t take care of my problem. you’re the one that caused it after all.”
hearing him voice out his thoughts, you turned your head to the side, embarrassed by the effect his voice had on you. how was this even your fault—
but with a harsh grip, jeon wonwoo grabbed your chin with his fingers, forcing to you look at him.
“can’t think of anything can you?” his head dipped down, tracing his teeth along your neck. the sensation made you hiss silently. “help me, please. what would carat think if i went out on stage looking like this?”
“sit,” is all you managed to say, voice enamoured with need.
you all but pushed wonwoo onto the iron stool in the corner, hauling yourself onto his lap as you crashed your lips into his.
fuck, your lips were way better than he had ever imagined. they were soft and pillowy as they engulfed his mouth, tongue grazing against his own as you ground down on his crotch.
wonwoo’s free hand pushed your head impossibly close as he licked into your mouth, wanting to memorize every crevice.
spit dribbles from your connected mouths, sloppy and wet kisses sounding obscenely loud in the secluded area. the man does not care that drool is now staining his tank top. he could never get enough of this.
his other hand gripped tightly onto your ass, groping and fondling the fat. after a second, he pulled away from you, glasses foggy and lips swollen as he tried to catch his breath.
“shit baby, i can’t take it anymore,” he whisper-screamed, tears coating his lashes. you wished you could burn this image into your head for the rest of your life.
you could only nod, ready to sink to your knees before wonwoo stopped you, tutting. “pull your panties to the side, doll,” he commanded, chest heaving.
the change in his tone had your thighs tingling. you pulled your midi skirt up, tucking the ends into the hem as you exposed yourself.
at the sight of your baby blue cotton panties, jeon wonwoo nearly growled.
the material was thoroughly soaked and ruined, a deep blue patch staining the cloth. as you pulled them to the side, he noticed how slicked up your heat was, a string of arousal connected your folds to the cotton.
you gripped onto his shoulders for support in your half-sitting position as he glided two fingers against your folds.
“so wet for me already, huh? don’t even need to work you up for my cock,” he smacked his lips. “filthy girl.”
wonwoo strained his ears to listen for any footsteps near the area as he sucked his dampened fingers into his mouth. your taste was making him dizzy, breath faltering as he rolled his eyes to the back of his head.
without wasting any more time, you pulled his cock out of its confines, sliding his boxers down just enough to free his length.
the sight of him always made you salivate. however, it was clear that he didn’t want that happening today.
steadily, you positioned yourself over him, hovering before you finally pushed his fat tip in.
the sensation had you moaning out loud— before he slapped his hand over your mouth. “shh! don’t be so loud baby, they will hear us,” he cooed.
you nodded frantically, slowly inching downwards as his dick began to fill you up. once he was bottomed out, you couldn’t help but sob into his palm.
“i know baby, i know. feels good yeah?” he smirked, shushing you with sweet words as he let you adjust to his size.
wonwoo’s thick dick was buried up to your hilt, and you felt so incredibly full. your poor walls clenched around his cock, nearly making him bust.
without a word, the man beneath you grabbed at your waist, moving you up and down on his length, slowly. with him pistoning in and out of you, you could feel your senses going into overdrive.
wonwoo tugged your top down with his teeth, suckling along the valley of your breasts to keep himself quiet. your pussy felt incredibly tight, creaming him for all he was worth.
his strong arms continued to guide you, until your legs automatically adjusted to the pace. your body began to move on its own accord— tits jiggling in wonwoo's mouth with each bounce.
"f-fuck!" you whimpered, beginning to lose your mind. for a moment, he looks up at you through his glasses, smiling widely from between your breasts.
the bastard's cheeky grin has you forgetting your own name as he lapped his tongue around your skin like he fucking owned it.
"already going dumb on my cock? shi— you ride so well baby."
your bounces show him just how stretched you were, making wonwoo's stomach clench as he split you apart. you tease him a little by slowing down, grinding down on him as he bites his lips and throws his head back.
as his hands grab onto your cheeks to spread them, he accidentally catches a glimpse of your back in the mirror opposite to you two.
god, you looked so fucking hot.
without knowing why, you felt him twitch inside. "not gonna— oh shit! — last very long now baby."
at the sound of his confession, you bring a hand down to rub at your clit. taking the hint, he begins to rut back into you, using all his strength to fuck into your heat.
"p—please wonwoo hah! cum inside, please please please,"
you're not sure why you beg, but you're too cock drunk to process anything but the fact that you want him filling you up, stuffing your cunt full with his release.
"you su— fuck fuck fuck—" wonwoo whispers, biting down on your right tit to subdue the moan that was about to leave his throat.
with that and a grunt, he cums inside your pussy, filling you up to the brim. his length twitches inside you, shooting out excess spurts. feeling himself soften, wonwoo pulls out of you. you whine at the sudden sensation of feeling so empty.
the boy stays mesmerized at the way your cum mixes together, escaping your spent hole in small globs.
as a pathetic attempt, he uses two fingers to plug the release back inside you, making you whimper again at the sudden intrusion. "sorry," he apologizes, before placing your panties back where they belonged.
with a fluid motion, jeon wonwoo tucks himself back into his calvin klein boxers and then zipping his pants up, meeting your dazed eyes with another cute smile. "see? it fits now."
you can’t help but smile back at him, panting to catch your breath.
your thighs hurt from the awkward position, but you were sure that you would never have it any other way.
so, that's how you end up walking around the rest of the working day— wonwoo's cum safely filled up inside you, as you and him exchanged comically wide-eyed looks every few minutes, a shade of pink grazing your cheeks.
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sixth sense //jww//
anon req- yandere/stalker Wonwoo
summary- when watching you wasn't enough, he'd sneak into your house to get himself off. what happens when Wonwoo realizes he might be able to get something more tonight?
wc- 6k
Wonwoo swore this would be the last time. As his feet carried him further and further, across the street into private property, he promised himself that this was it.
No more.
You see, no matter how hard he tried, Wonwoo just couldn't stop watching you. Where you walked around on campus, the way you spoke to just about everyone so sweetly, how you secretly drifted off in class- he saw it all.
He'd spend hours and hours staring at your face, observing the way your features would morph into all sorts of expressions- so much so he now knows them by heart.
What started as something innocent, however, turned much darker when he realised that you lived in the house opposite his.
Night upon night, Wonwoo would sit by his window, watching, observing as you went about your life, completely unaware.
Your curtains were open- always were.
He knew when you studied, when you slept, when you touched yourself. You were so naive, so innocent, he really just couldn't help himself.
You made it so easy.
And now he's here, inside your house- with an hour to spend and a filthy, filthy imagination.
He's been here a couple of times before. Once when you'd left to go study at the library, another time when Somi and you went out for brunch, last week when your mother and you went shopping.
This time was different, though.
This time, you'd left him a little present on your bed.
As he walks into your room with practiced ease, Wonwoo's breath catches at the sight of pretty pink lingerie and a matching vibrator, laying exposed on your duvet.
'oh you have plans tonight, don't you?'
His thoughts show so clearly on his face- that signature Wonwoo smirk, corners of his lips just barely tilting up, head tipping to one side as his eyes linger over the pink lacey fabric.
Tentatively, he takes hold of the toy, clasping it in his palm, feeling the smooth, shiny plastic against his skin. Wonwoo's thoughts drift to how you'd use it in a few hours, completely unaware that he's been touching it- in turn, indirectly touching you.
'didn't know you liked this kinda stuff,'
'dirty girl'
Your room's mostly clean, usually is, save for the tangle of wires under your desk and a few odd clothes tossed at the foot of your closet. The laundry bin's full; a lid keeps it under control, but fails to hide the silky red fabric of your panties- the ones he saw you take off earlier this morning.
His eyes light up. The vibrator is long forgotten.
Time is of the essence here- there's not a lot of it left- so he grabs the red fabric in a haste and holds it to his face, inhaling deeply to take in your scent.
"fuck-" he groans softly, knees weakening at how goddamn good you smell. There's a hint of that fabric softener you use, clean and floral, but there's also the intoxicating scent of you.
The most intimate part of you.
Wonwoo settles on your duvet, nose still buried into your panties, and his eyes flutter closed as an evil hand snakes it's way into his sweatpants.
His cock jumps at the contact, and he hisses, taking his lower lip in between his teeth. Thoughts of you flood his mind, and he replays the image of you from two nights ago, with your naked body on full display as you lay in this exact spot, touching that pretty cunt of yours.
Slowly, Wonwoo begins to pump himself, squeezing hard around his girth, trying to satiate that red hot pit of desire screaming within.
He takes in a shaky breath, letting you flood his senses, and he feels himself grow in his fist, now moving faster.
Wonwoo thinks of you- of your voice, of your face, of your body. How you'd sound, whimpering, sobbing under him, how your features would settle so perfectly into utter bliss, how your skin; soft to the touch, would jump under his fingertips.
Within minutes, he feels his cock throb. It's hot and heavy in his hand, the tip burns a fiery shade of red as he works himself up to his release pumping faster as he takes you in desperately.
"f-fuck y/n" he chokes out, head falling back into your pillows.
His fist tightens around the width of his dick, trying to mimic what he thinks you'll feel like, and in seconds he tips over the edge. Hot, white ropes stream out of his cock, dribbling out of the tip, and he hunches over quickly to your nightstand to pluck out a tissue or two.
As he cleans himself off, the guilt hits, like it always does.
This is wrong, he knows it is, but he really just can't bring himself to stop. It's as though you've cast a spell on him and now he's become your very own moon- chasing after you, endlessly.
Wonwoo tidies up the bed, fixing your sheets, fluffing up your duvet, and he deposits- albeit reluctantly- your panties back to their assigned spot in the laundry bin.
15 minutes till you come back home.
He heads to your kitchen and discards his soiled tissues into the garbage shoot, destroying all the evidence that he was ever here.
There's still a bit of time left for him, so he looks through your pantry, face falling when he sees the endless sea of instant-meal cartons and ramen packets.
'you really should take better care of yourself,'
Just as he's about to close the cabinet, something catches him eye.
A hand blender- rather, the hand blender you borrowed from him last week. In a sudden burst of genius, Wonwoo comes up with a plan.
It's hasty, definitely reckless, but he has a shot at getting to touch you.
step 1- hide the blender inside the highest shelf of your pantry.
check.
step 2- head back home, shower, put on the cologne you seem you like, change into loose grey sweats and a fitted white wife beater.
check.
step 3- wait till you get home and watch as you settle into bed, ready to play.
check.
step 4- once you begin to work yourself up, almost on the verge of release, that's when he'll strike, ringing your doorbell to ask for his blender.
Wonwoo's heart thuds against his chest as he presses your doorbell. The sound echoes around in his head and he swears he can feel his heart in his throat. Scuffling footsteps draw his attention back to you, and he smirks, imaging what you look like right now; scrambling around to cover yourself up, frustrated that you've been interrupted.
The distinct slap of your house slippers against wooden floors grows louder and louder, in time with Wonwoo's speeding heart, and he feels his mouth go dry.
This is happening.
Creaking your door open, you pop your head out, eyes widening when you see Wonwoo at your doorstep.
"this a bad time?" he asks, tilting his head to the side as his eyes rake over your body, observing the loosely tied robe you've covered up with.
"uh n-no, what's up Won?"
Fuck there was that petname you used all the time. He hated petnames, hated when people called him stuff like that, but with you? God, there was something so cute about it when you said his name like that. Makes him want to push you down and fuck you senseless right here on your doorstep.
"you remember that blender you borrowed? I kinda need it right now," his voice is deep as he speaks, and you notice his apperance.
Tight white vest, baggy grey sweatpants, wet hair- fuck he's your very own wet dream, delivered right to your doorstep. A deep blush spreads across your cheeks and you wonder if he knows what you've been up to.
"y-yeah, come in I've got it around here somewhere," you stutter, stepping back to let him in. Wonwoo steps forward, his long legs closing the distance between your bodies, and you gasp, eyes flicking over to his as he towers over you, barely an inch between your frame and his.
Once again, he let's his eyes skim over you, taking note of the way your cheeks heat up under his stare.
'oh? you like this, don't you?'
There's that smirk again, the knowing twitch of his lips, the condescending look in his eye. He's assured, you're far too desperate to turn him down when he makes his move.
Despite the rambling thoughts inside him, Wonwoo appears composed. He quirks a brow at you, looking almost unimpressed, and you scramble around for words..
"you w- you walk really um, really fast,"
"you don't," he states, bemused, "I really do need that blender, though."
Embarrassed, your skin burns crimson and your lips part, forming an 'o' shape.
"o-oh uh yeah that. it should be in here," you mutter, sauntering your way over to the kitchen with him trailing right behind.
Wonwoo has to physically restrain himself from reaching out to run his palm over the curve of your ass, swaying enticingly as you walk.
'fuck you made this so hard-'
You slip behind the kitchen island, throwing a quick glance his way over your shoulder, before opening up the first cabinet- the one that originally did have Wonwoo's blender.
Clumsy hands, pat around the surface of the shelf in vain, and you turn around, pouting. Wonwoo thinks this is his breaking point (it isn't, but still).
"not here, sorry this might take a while Won"
His heart swells at the petname, and inside he's got fireworks going off. On the outside, however, he remains unmoved.
"yeah take your time, baby, I've got all evening"
You flush.
He called you baby.
Turning to face him, you offer a watery, nervous smile.
"m'sorry Wonnie"
'oh fuck me-'
You turn back around pulling open another cabinet, and then another and another. Moving from the ones at eye level, you kneel down, digging through the shelves under your counter top. The angle makes Wonwoo dizzy.
'you're doing this on purpose, I swear'
On your knees, eyes a little teary from embarrassment, you look up at him, shaking your head. This is the sixth shelf.
"sorry-"
"you're good, here- I'll help you look"
Wonwoo's voice soothes through you, it's low timbre running along your nerves like guitar strings. He steps beside you, eyes scanning over the counter top as you stand up and open your highest cabinet.
You stand on your tip toes, arm fully outstretched, and you begin to search around; this time in the right cabinet. As your fingertips glaze over something that feels like a blender, your eyes light up, and Wonwoo, standing behind you, takes notice.
"think it's here"
The only issue now, is that you can't reach it. It's too high up for you to grasp properly. You stretch as far as you can, straining your body as you try to reach the little plastic device, and before you know what's happening, you feel a presence directly behind you.
Wonwoo.
His chest pushes flush against your back as his arm extends out far beyond yours, and you let out a surprised squeak.
He grins.
The hard muscle of his torso has your mouth watering, only adding to your desperation. Sure, having your orgasm so rudely ripped away is one thing, but to have Jeon Wonwoo of all people, dressed the way he is, pushing up against you, all while you're defenseless and unable to satisfy yourself? Oh this is just pure torture.
"found it" he whispers right above your ear, his breath tickling the shell of it. You shudder.
Wonwoo brings his arm back down, setting the item down on the counter. You turn around, caged between his arms, and your knees go weak at the sight in front of you.
The thick muscles of his arms are on full display, veins jutting out deliciously right beside you. Wonwoo's eyes stay trained on your own, a dark desire, a hunger, running wild in them.
Suddenly, you realise, your little bullet vibrator won't be enough for you tonight.
You gulp noticing the proximity of your bodies, of your faces, and Wonwoo smirks.
"you're all red,"
"s-shut up"
"but you are, I mean look at these" he grins, bringing his fingers up to press your cheeks together. "so fuckin' cute when you blush,"
You're stunned into silence.
"and this-" he motions to your robe, now loose, falling apart at your cleavage, revealing the delicate pink lace of your bra, "who's this for?"
Your eyes almost double in size when you glance down, and you scramble to adjust yourself.
"it's nothing! I was just- I was just um,"
"just what?"
Your brows scrunch up as you bite your lip, suddenly conscious of your surroundings, and you avoid his gaze, opting to look down at the fabric of his vest.
"were you playing with yourself?"
You shake your head furiously, tears welling in your eyes. God, this is embarrassing but for some reason, you find yourself growing hotter, wetter by the second, with your body pressed up against his.
"dirty girl,"
Wonwoo's voice is sultry and low, he's practically purring at you, eyes glazed over with desire. The way he calls you has your cunt clenching down around empty space, and you know you need this. You need him.
"if I was t-touching myself, would you be upset?"
'hook, line, and sinker.'
"oh princess, you were just trynna feel good, of course I won't be upset" he coos, stroking your hair.
"a-and if I say that I was thinking of y-"
"hm?"
"if I say that I was thinking of you, while I was... y'know, would you be mad?"
Oh he wasn't expecting that.
Not one bit.
The stoic, unmoving persona dissipates within seconds and Wonwoo let's out a shaky breath, bringing his face closer to yours, leaving barely an inch of space.
"not at all,"
There's a short pause as you both share understanding glances- a wordless confession.
"this is my mess to fix, isn't it?" he whispers, breath fanning over your face, burning hot against your cheeks.
You nod, desperately, and he leans his forehead against yours.
"and you want me to fix it, baby?"
"please," you whimper, pressing your thighs together helplessly.
Wasting not a second more, rather, unable to wait a second more, Wonwoo pushes his lips to yours, enveloping them in a hungry, needy kiss.
Hot, wet skin greets your mouth, cradling your lower lip as he sucks feverishly at the tender flesh. Wonwoo slides a hand up to your chin, tilting your face up between his thumb and forefinger, and you gasp when he prods his tongue into your mouth.
A pathetic whimper escapes you, and you give in to his body.
"you want this?" he pants, his breath hot, meshing with your own.
"I do- fuck I really do Wonnie"
Your voice is whiny, your eyes gloss over, Wonwoo curses under his breath.
Without warning, he slides his hands under your thighs, and hoists your body up, moving you to sit on the counter. You gasp at how easily he manages to lift you- like you're a fragile little doll, completely at his mercy.
As your thighs spill out from under the robe, they make contact with the cool, hard marble below, and you jump at the sudden sensation.
The fabric of your robe rides up, giving Wonwoo access to the hem of your panties, and his eyes flick down, darkening considerably when he looks at your pink lingerie.
"oh? what's this you're wearing?" There's a smirk in his voice, plain as day. His hands smooth over the front of your thighs, stopping right at the edge of the robe.
"may I?"
His eyes draw back up to yours, and he looks at you, the question genuine in his gaze.
"yes," you breathe, swallowing at the thick lump in your throat.
Eager hands slide up, disappearing momentarily under your robe to feel you first, before pulling the loose fabric apart completely.
Wonwoo slips the silky fabric over your shoulders, letting it pool around your thighs on the counter, and it's as though life presses pause for a while.
He stares at you in awe, in wonder, eyes tracing over every curve, every contour of your body and the lace against it.
"you're so beautiful-" he shudders, unable to stop himself from looking.
"I am?"
Wonwoo rolls his eyes.
"what, you didn't know?"
"uh uh," you shake your head, staring up at him through thick lashes, "nobody's called me that before"
There's a pause. You can practically hear the gears twisting and turning in Wonwoo's head, with his brow set in a frown.
'you really didn't know'
'how do I show yo-'
His lips twitch up, revelation written all over his face.
"as much as I'd love to fuck you into this counter, there's something better in store upstairs,"
"u-upstairs? but how do-"
"shh, princess, don't bother your pretty head about silly things, hm?" he cooes, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead.
In a swift motion, you feel the surface beneath you shift away as Wonwoo lifts you into his arms, hands hooked under the flesh of your ass.
You yelp, eyes wide with panic, but the adoring grin painted on his face calms you down. He walks up the stairs, turning to the right, unlocking your door.
"but how do you kno-"
"patience, pretty- we'll talk when I'm done with you" his voice takes on a darker tone, and you feel your arousal seep through the flimsy lace of your panties. Feeling the tip of his fingers dampen, Wonwoo smirks knowingly.
"someone's eager"
You blush, hiding your face in the crook of his neck, but Wonwoo's quick to pull you back.
"don't you dare hide from me."
The familiar, plush mattress of your bed greets your thighs as he sets you down gently, eyes practically glued to your face, scanning for discomfort.
"if you wanna stop you're gonna tell me, kay? if you can't use your words, tap twice" he says, bringing your hand to his bicep.
"uhuh" Your eyes are hazy, staring into his, as you marvel at how breathtaking he looks crouched down towards you, watching, observing.
Your hand smoothes over his muscles, dipping into the ridges, feeling how firm and strong he really is. Wonwoo shivers under your touch, revelling in how soft your fingers feel tracing over his skin.
"keep touching me and this is gonna go a lot different than how I planned,"
"oh yeah? what did you have planned?"
"you see that mirror there?" he tips his head to the side, angling it toward the mirror standing opposite your bed,
"I'm gonna make you watch."
Wonwoo crawls his way up the mattress, shifting himself to sit up against the head board. His legs are folded at the knees, spread just enough to fit you in between, and he smirks.
An arm moves to rest on his knee, and he crooks two fingers at you, a dangerous smirk playing at his lips.
"c'mere"
Wordlessly, you obey, moving shyly into his embrace, facing him so innocently, Wonwoo can barely bring himself to tell you that you need to turn around.
You shuffle onto your shins, awaiting his next command, and he sighs.
"so fuckin' eager- god I bet you're soaking"
Bashfully, you nod your head, eyes lowered.
"turn around for me, hm?" he ushers, his voice gentle yet firm, and you comply once again, turning in between his knees.
The sight before you has your face flaming. Right there on the wall sits a painting of you and Wonwoo, exposing your most intimate moments, bringing them to view. Your eyes meet in the mirror, and his own shine knowingly at the blush searing across your cheeks.
"keep your eyes on us, sweetheart" he mumbles into your ear, breath ghosting over the sensitive flesh, leaving a trail of goosebumps spreading over your neck and shoulder. "don't you dare look away"
A soft whimper escapes you as Wonwoo's lips attach themselves to the skin just below your ear, kissing so gently it raises the tiny hairs on your neck. Your eyes narrow in on the spot connecting your bodies- his lips, your neck- and you feel yourself grow hotter, needier, just from the sight alone.
Leaving wet, dull red marks as he moves to the side, Wonwoo reaches a sensitive spot just above your collar bone, grinning against your skin when you gasp.
"see how pretty you look right now? all marked up for me- all mine,"
"a-all yours," you breathe, head lopping to the side, giving him better access to your neck.
His hands grasp your shoulders, smoothing down your arms slowly before settling at your stomach, essentially caging you into himself.
The sharp sting of his teeth nipping at your skin, the way he holds you so secure, how his voice- sensual and deep like the ocean- resonates deep inside you; it's simultaneously soothing and exciting.
While one part of you wants to melt into him, let yourself drown in the ebb and flow of his voice, the other part is on fire, raging within you, begging to be quenched.
"can I take this off?" he murmurs into your skin, hands grazing over the hem of your bra.
"please,"
Tantalisingly slow, Wonwoo rakes his nails lightly along the width of your bra, until they find your clasp.
Deftly, he clicks you free, ridding your body of the fitted fabric.
"oh would you just- just look at yourself, christ-"
Feverish hands slide under your arms, cupping your breasts, toying with your nipples, as your eyes remain trained on yourself and on the way he handles you.
Wonwoo kneads the flesh of your breasts, squeezing the supple flesh in his grasp, feeling how you fill up his palm so perfectly.
"Wonnie-" you whimper, watching how he manhandles your body, doing as he pleases with you.
"that's right, baby, Wonnie's right here"
His lips resume their work on your neck, pressing sloppy, heated kisses along your skin, occassionally nibbling at a particularly sensitive spot.
The hardened peaks of your breasts poke out enticingly, and Wonwoo knows it'll be criminal to leave them untouched. He pinches each one between his forefinger and thumb, rolling, tugging, squeezing the dark nubs, giving you a different kind of pleasure.
"oh my god-" you gasp, back arching when he tweaks one of your nipples with more pressure than before.
The motion sends a jolt of light all over your body, and you feel yourself yearning for more.
"didn't know you were such a dirty girl," he mumbles into your skin, "letting me touch you like this- must've needed a cock inside you really fucking bad, yeah?"
"uh uh- wanted you for so long Wonnie, just you"
Your voice is embarrassingly whiny and breathy, but Wonwoo hears you loud and clear. He looks at your reflection, meeting your eyes.
"just me, huh?"
You nod, biting your lip, suddenly embarrassed of your sudden confession-
"I- I like you,"
Wonwoo let's out a quivering breath, hands leaving your chest to pull you into a hug. He nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, taking in your scent as he leaves you with a muffled- "I like you too, god I really like you"
He sighs into your skin, relaxing as he doesn't have to hold his cards so close to his chest anymore. His feelings, your feelings, were out in the open. You feel for him the way he feels for you and that's enough.
The moment you share is almost sweet enough to let you forget the ache deep in your cunt.
Almost.
You need him.
"Wonnie,"
"yeah baby?"
"need you to touch me" Your voice is a mere whimper, you sound pathetic, but you can't bring yourself to care.
The corners of his lips turn up into a sly smirk, and you feel it against your skin. Wonwoo lifts his head, eyes finding yours, and you note a dangerous fire dancing behind his gaze.
His ankles hook over your own, trapping your legs under his as he spreads you open, completely at his mercy. You gasp, feeling your limbs move without your command, and Wonwoo mimics you, mocking your naive surprise.
"oh look at how pretty-" he mirrors your gasp, your wide-eyed expression, "all spread out for me, hm?"
For some reason, you can't bring yourself to bite back. Insults and snarky remarks flood your mind, and you chastise him internally, calling him an asshole, a cocky, arrogant idiot; but the sight in front of you brings you back to reality.
You like this- you like being mocked and ridiculed. You like being at his mercy, unable to control your body. The flush on your cheeks, the rapid rise and fall of your chest, tells you all you need to know.
Curse him in your head all you want, your body likes this.
Wonwoo let's his hand trail down, snaking past your collarbones, your tummy, just above the hem of your panties. You watch, transfixed, as his touch raises the tiny hairs on your body, creating a path of goosebumps.
A thick lump forms in your throat when he reaches where you need him most, and Wonwoo notices how your eyes are narrowed in on his hand.
"good girl, keep looking at yourself baby-" he breathes into your hair, sending a shudder down your spine.
Your heart swells at his praise, and you look at him, wide-eyed.
"hey," he warns, sliding a finger along your clothed slit before pressing down on your clit, "here. keep your eyes right here- you're gonna watch me fuck you,"
Your hips jerk up, jolting at the sudden stimulation, but his legs force you back down, pushing your body further against him.
Words escape you, your mouth feels dry, and your eyes snap back to the image of your clothed sex. The way his finger toys with your clit, teasing just enough, has you growing so desperate, you're willing to do just about anything to get him to touch you.
"Wonnie p-please," you shudder as his finger presses into you again, "please just- oh," Your voice breaks off into a broken moan when Wonwoo begins to rub firm circles into your clit.
The textured fabric of your lingerie adds an additional layer of stimulation to your nerves, sending sparks flying all over your skin like scattered fireworks.
"please?" he echoes, his tone mocking your own.
His fingers move faster, pushing down on your most sensitive spot, and you can't help but stare shamelessly at how effortlessly he plays with you.
Wonwoo reads the silent language of your body like no other, watching each crease in your forehead, each stutter of your hips to see what you need. Those long, slender fingers flick at you so easily, so deftly, it's as though he knows you better than you know yourself.
Soon enough, your clit throbs under his touch, and he knows you're close.
"oh sweetheart-" he coos, "I haven't even touched you yet-"
Your cunt clenches down at his condescending tone, anticipation building to a shocking crescendo. Just how far is he going to push you?
"m'gonna- fuck m'gonna cum-" you moan, head tipping back. Your legs twitch under his, and your thighs work tirelessly to press together, but in vain.
You're trapped.
"aw baby look," Wonwoo brings his free hand up to clasp your neck, forcibly turning your head straight. "so pretty like this- fuck you're shaking,"
Your eyes flick over your reflection, hazy as ever, and you feel your orgasm coming on. There's something so sexy about watching yourself come undone, watching Wonwoo spread you apart and use you like a little toy.
A wave of pleasure, approaching fast, washes over you as he works you up to your orgasm. The rough texture of your panties has you drooling, and soon enough, you're nerves ache from overstimulation.
"that's it, princess- so good for me,"
Wonwoo pushes the crotch of your panties aside, without warning, and dips two fingers into your cunt, pushing deep inside to collect your essence. Your body jolts in his embrace, thighs tensing with effort to squirm away from him, but again, there's no escaping.
"oh you taste like heaven," he groans, slipping his fingers into his mouth, licking up every drop he collected.
You find yourself entranced by the sight, watching him clean off his fingers, slipping his tongue so deftly between each digit, you can't help but wonder what it would feel like inside you.
Noticing the fascination with which you observe him, Wonwoo shoots you a sly smirk, letting your legs slip free.
'I know what you're thinking,'
"turn around,"
Your body moves on its own, following his voice, and you shift in his arms with your back to the mirror.
"now c'mere," he licks his lips, moving his hands to your waist, pulling you onto his thigh.
Within seconds, his lips are on yours, pressing needy, hungry kisses to your mouth. You can taste yourself on his tongue and it makes you dizzy, in dire need of more.
Air escapes you quicker than water in a broken dam, and you find yourself growing light-headed, pulling away for breath despite Wonwoo's grumbling.
When you draw back for the third time, he's beyond frustrated, groaning as his lips chase yours.
"get back here." he seethes, hands gripping the flesh of your waist, "right. fucking. now"
Your body, unfortunately, is slow to respond.
Wonwoo curses under his breath before flipping you over, arms straining as he lays you down as gently as he can.
You yelp, clutching onto his biceps like your very own safety belt, and your eyes widen at how easily he moves you.
"what are y-"
"can't have you running away," he smirks, tongue running along his lower lip.
Balancing his weight on one arm while bringing your hand to touch the other, Wonwoo repeats himself-
"if you want to stop, tell me. if that isn't possible-"
"tap twice, got it" you interrupt hastily, impatient as ever. He smiles fondly at you, a soft huff of laughter spilling past his lips.
"that's my girl,"
Your nails run over a thick vein jutting out from under his skin, and he swallows thickly, Adam's apple dipping low into his throat.
"you're really fucking distracting, y'know that?" he tuts, grabbing your hand and pinning it up above your head.
Before you can respond, Wonwoo captures your lips in a sloppy kiss, shoving his tongue past your lips, and exploring the expanse of your mouth fervently as if he's trying to memorize the way you feel, the way you taste.
The hand on your wrist loosens its grip and Wonwoo runs his fingers down the inside of your arm- ghosting a feathery touch over the sensitive skin.
"Won-" you whimper into his mouth, desperate for air, but he doubles down, pushing his lips closer to yours. Your helpless, muffled whines fill his ears and he can't help but grin against your lips.
'you make the prettiest sounds,'
Finally showing mercy, Wonwoo lets you breathe, moving from your lips to your chest, kissing his way down to your soaked panties.
"made a mess of these-" You can practically hear the smirk in his voice and you want nothing more than to smack it off, but you know he's right.
"you'll clean me up though, won't you?"
Silence.
Wonwoo sucks in a deep, composing inhale. His eyes meet yours, and your breath hitches. There's a deep, dark desire, an untameable lust behind the browns of his eyes, one that sends a shiver down your spine.
His fingers hook into your panties, tugging them off firmly, and his jaw clenches at the sight of your bare cunt.
"fuck-"
As if under a spell, Wonwoo finds himself drawn to you, placing his lips to your sex. He sticks a kiss to your slit before running his tongue along your folds and you know you're done for when your legs begin to twitch.
"oh please-" you whimper, hips bucking up into his tongue, and his lips twitch up. He brings his tongue to your hole, prodding it inside you, flicking in and out as his hand splays over your lower belly, thumbing your puffy clit.
Your jaw falls slack, hanging open, and your head lolls over to the side in pure ecstasy.
Wonwoo moves inside you with ease, pressing into every spot you need, rubbing lazy circles into your sensitive nerves. A choked moan claws its way up your throat, flooding the room, and Wonwoo knows he's doing something right.
All those nights studying you, the way you touched yourself, the things you seemed to like- they paid off in the end.
Your breathing grows unsteady and rapid, and he moves faster, pushes deeper into you, coaxing your orgasm out of you.
"f-fu- Wonnie m'gon-" you stutter, breathlessly, and he hums an affirmation, his voice sending waves reverberating through your nerves. The added stimulation of his voice, buzzing through you, is just enough to send you over the edge, and you cum on his tongue, back arching off the bed.
Unable to control the sounds escaping you, you're a whimpering, moaning jumble of nerves.
"that's it, baby-" he soothes, easing his tongue over your cunt, lapping up the remnants of arousal as you shudder uncontrollably. "taste so fuckin' good,"
Wonwoo kisses up your torso, settling on his knees to take his clothes off.
The white tank goes first, revealing his chiseled upper body, and your jaw drops. He looks unreal. The sweatpants are next, leaving him in a pair of fitted black boxers that cling to the width of his thighs and do little to hide his size.
"you're still okay with this?" he asks one last time, fingers halting at his boxers.
Stunned by the view, you nod dumbly, lips still parted in surprise.
"baby- I need wor-"
"yes! yes- yes I'm o-okay with this" you blurt out, swallowing the lump in your throat.
"do you hav-"
"I'm on the pill" The boxers are shucked off.
Oh my God.
The mattress dips under his weight, dimples forming under his knees and elbows as he hovers over you. Wonwoo places a chaste kiss to your forehead, aligning himself with your entrance before easing into you.
"you-you're so big-" you breathe, feeling the wind knocked out of your lungs. "Wonnie- oh my god"
Your eyes widen, brows knitting together as he pushes further and further, until he bottoms out inside you.
"shi-shit that's it- takin' me so good-" he hisses, clenching his teeth.
The girth of his cock has your walls stretching wide, trying desperately to accommodate him, and your eyes roll back. Wonwoo finds himself in a bit of a dilemma, unable to figure out whether to keep his eyes on your face, contorting in undeniable pleasure, or on your cunt being stuffed full by his cock.
With each thrust of his hips, you feel him move further, reaching deeper inside you until his tip nudges your cervix, coaxing out strangled moans on your part. The thick, pulsating vein running along the underside of his cock drags against your walls, and you feel him grow inside you- getting even bigger than before.
"W-onnie-" you mewl, words cut off by sharp gasps every time he slams back into you. "too big oh my g-"
"shh, you're takin' me so good doll, doin' so fucking good for me-" His voice is tainted with effort, each consonant ringing sharp and breathy as his lips ghost over yours.
Every fiber in your body buzzes with electricity, sweat glistens off of you like gold- you're on top of the world right now. The pleasure you feel in this moment is simply unparalleled. Nobody has, or ever will, come close.
Wonwoo's motions pick up speed, as he hooks his arm under your thigh, pulling it over his back- angling himself deeper into you, reaching spots you don't even know exist.
The first thrust with this newfound angle has both of your lips parting, breathing out shaky "oh"s against each other. Tears well in your eyes and you shake your head, breathing ragged and fast.
Wonwoo lets out a huff, smirking like he isn't gasping for breath the same way your are-
"that's it- I know you're close baby"
His hand leaves your thigh, rubbing zig-zag patterns into your clit, just enough to steal that orgasm out of you. The calloused pads of his fingers show no mercy, pressing directly on your nerves, and your hole spasms around him. You're certain you can feel your heartbeat where his finger presses, you can feel his too with the way his cock throbs inside you.
"so goddamn tight-" Wonwoo seethes, now feeling his own high approaching. He continues his motions on your clit, rubbing the sensitive bundle of nerves from left to right, until you finally give in with a sob.
"m'cumming oh fuc- oh fuck"
The muscles of your thighs tense momentarily, cunt clenching down hard around his cock, before you let go completely. A warm, prickly relaxation washes over you, and Wonwoo grunts, releasing himself inside you.
His thrusts slow to a halt, and he lets out an airy laugh, in disbelief. He stares down at your disheveled frame- flushed, sweaty skin, blown pupils, hair tangled up around your head.
"you're beautiful," he breathes, unable to hold his tongue, and you giggle, turning away bashfully.
Wonwoo tilts your chin back, pulling you to face him-
"I really like you, y/n,"
You smile, eyes shimmering up at him. "I like you more"
There's a brief pause as you gaze into each other's eyes, before you realise something.
"wait- how'd you know wh-"
"sixth sense" he grins, eyes carrying just a touch of madness. "I know everything."
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hello hello ! for your event, what if rich ceo!wonwoo and sugar baby!reader where he's really into voyeurism (kind of perv wonwoo ??? yes). so he never actually meets reader in person, sometimes he just asks her to go into The Room in his apartment and sends you a list of things he wants you to do- the room is filled with sex toys and similar things for you to use, and he's sitting in the room next to you with a peephole (watching you with your knowledge)
title: the guest room
pairing: sugar daddy!wonwoo x sugar baby!reader
genre: smut
warnings: vouyeurism, exhibitionism, sugar daddy!wonwoo, sugar baby!reader, mentions of a few kinks, degradation, creampie, slight dom/sub dynamics but not explicitly, mutual masturbation
wordcount: 1.8k
rating: 18+
a/n: I LIKE YOUR BRAIN ANON!!! I changed it up a little, I hope that's okay!
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There's a room in your sugar daddy's apartment dedicated to you. It may look like any other guest bedroom, but you know better. Each time you make your way to his place, your panties are already drenched by the time you get to the elevator. The anticipation of what was going to happen to you in there was enough for your legs to tremble.
It all starts with a message: a time-stamps along with a dresscode. Sometimes your sugar daddy wants you to dress prim and proper, other times he wants you to show up in nothing but a trench coat. The journey to his apartment, the spectacle of it all, is part of the act. He wants you to feel good as you walk in through the door.
He's never home when you get there. You have the place to yourself for the amount time that he has given you - during which you can partake in anything in any rooms you want. What's his is yours. Sometimes you take a shower, sometimes you grab something out of his fridge to eat, and sometimes you just end up watching TV on his giant flat-screen. There's only one rule: you can't start touching yourself until he's there.
When you get his second message, a reminder that he's about to arrive, you make your way through the grand rooms and halls of his apartment, and go into the "guest room". The room is always cleaned up for you, the sheets perfectly laid out on the bed and any mess that you may have left there long forgotten. On the bed, settled in the middle of the room, there's always a note. The note tells you exactly what your sugar daddy wants you to do.
Sometimes he has you edging yourself for hours, other times he wants you to cum as many times as you can in a set amount of time. He has you in all kinds of positions, using all kinds of toys, and saying all kinds of things; sometimes he wants you to call him by his name, Wonwoo, but most of the time he wants you to call him Sir or Mr. Jeon.
Wonwoo's made you do everything that you're comfortable with doing, as per agreement, and has taught you the exhilarating act of knowing when and how to push your boundaries. He's had you dress up in short skirts, screaming out his name while desperately humping his pillow. He's had you spread your legs wide in front of the small peephole in the wall, making you experiment with yourself until you learn how to squirt. He's had you on your hands and knees, sucking off a dildo while a fuck machine was taking you from behind.
Mr. Jeon was nothing short of a depraved man. It was just so exciting.
This time, you have a limited amount of time - he's feeling impatient today. Because of the short notice, Mr. Jeon told you to come in your work clothes - the office attire you had chosen today was luckily flattering; a blouse that had shrunk, just a little, in the wash, and a tight pencil skirt. When in the elevator, you unbutton another button of your shirt - letting your tits almost spill out of your shirt.
Your heels click against the hardwood floor of Wonwoo's apartment, as you quickly make your way to your room. On the bed, as always, lays a little note. This time he wants a slow strip tease, and for you to fuck yourself with a dildo of your choice. Besides it says two words: "Wonwoo" and "degradation". He really was impatient today - you can tell not only from the rushed handwriting, but also from his lack of descriptive detail.
The sound of your phone buzzing, reminding you that Wonwoo will be up in just a few minutes. So, you sit down on the bed - looking straight at the peep hole - and wait to hear the door open. When it does, it doesn't take long for Wonwoo to get into the room beside yours. You don't even have to look at your phone when it buzzes, you know that he's ready now.
"You just wanted to watch me fuck myself today, Wonwoo?" you ask out loud, not expecting a response. "God, you must be desperate."
You unzip your skirt and let it fall to the floor. After stepping out of it, you begin working on the buttons on your shirt. You can hear the faint sound of Wonwoo unzipping his pants, and you smile knowingly. As your shirt slides off your shoulders you turn your back against the peep hole. Effortlessly, you unclip your bra and let it fall to the floor with your other clothes. And as you pull down your sheer tights, along with your underwear - successfully giving him a look at your already glistening pussy - you hear a faint groan from behind the wall.
"What should I pick?" you say to yourself as you walk over to the dresser.
Instead of clothes, when you pull open the drawer all you see are dildos. Silicone of all sizes and colors - but your eyes fall upon the glass one, Wonwoo's favorite. You pick it up, and get a vibrator from a drawer under that one. When you return to the bed, you can already here the sound of Wonwoo slowly tugging at his cock. You get on top of the bed, laying your head against the pillows as your hands roam your body.
"You're such a little freak, Wonwoo." You sigh in pleasure as your finger run over your thighs. "You could be in here with me right now, your head in between my thighs, and you still decide to stay behind that wall."
You pick up the vibrator, and you can hear Wonwoo's pace quicken. Putting the small vibe against you, you turn it up to the highest setting. You'd be lying if you said you weren't getting impatient, too.
"You like watching, hm? You like being a perv?" you mock him, and you can hear him moan at your words. "What? You want to listen while I moan for you? 'Oh, Wonwoo- I wish this was your cock,' is that what you want? You're so pathetic, baby..."
You let out a raw laugh, which turned into a moan as you pressed the vibrator harder against your clit. As your climax was beginning to build up, you remembered Wonwoo's directions. With much reluctance, you let go of the vibrator and picked up the glass dildo.
"I picked this one because I know it's your favorite," you tell him and kiss the cold tip. "You should be happy I spoil you so much."
The dildo comes past your lips and you start lubing it up with your throat. Your free hand crawls down your body to play with your clit, making you moan around the glass cock. When you think it's enough, you pull the dildo out with a pop of your mouth. Rubbing the head over your cunt, spreading around your wetness, you can hear Wonwoo's impatient whines on the other side of the wall.
"I bet you can't even get off if you're not watching me." You moan as you sink the toy inside you. "You're just that addicted to watching my pussy swallow all of your toys, right? You wish this was your dick, don't you?"
Maybe it was just your imagination, but you swear you could hear a breathy "yes" from the other side of the wall. You laugh as you start plunging the toy in and out of you. By the amount of noises he's making, you can tell Wonwoo's close. You pick up the vibrator and press it against your clit again, while never stopping the motion of your dildo.
"Do you want to cum, Wonwoo?" you ask without waiting for a response, "Of course you do, you probably can't think of anything else. I want you to picture cumming in my cunt, baby. Think about how warm I am, how good it would feel to fill this pussy up. Are you picturing it, baby?"
"Fuck, yes!" Wonwoo shouts with a loud moan.
"Well, you'll never fucking- shit-"
Your arms are tired, you had a long day at work, and you just want to be fucked properly. No matter how fun this was, you need him to fuck you.
"Fuck this shit, Wonwoo- get in here, I need you-" you whine, "'m sorry, baby, I need you..."
Within a matter of seconds, your husband breaks the roleplay and all but runs into the room. He's still in his suit from work, his cock pulled out from his unzipped pants. You throw the toys to the side and welcome him in your embrace. Wonwoo's lips immediately starts nipping at your chest, as one of his hands guides his cock to your entrance. When he enters you, you swear that you could cum just from that.
"I'm already close, please, Wonwoo," you whimper.
"I know, baby, I know," he mutters against your skin. "Gonna cum inside you, yeah?"
"Yes, please-" You're cut off by a loud moan as he starts slamming into you.
Wonwoo's hips moves fast and hard, the tip of his fat cock kissing your cervix. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as the coil in your stomach snaps, and soon enough you're seeing white as Wonwoo brings you into ecstacy. Your husband's thrusts don't stop until he spills his seed inside of you- filling you up just has you had made him imagine. He falls over you, although he tries to shield you from most of his weight as he holds himself up on his elbows.
"I'm sorry, baby," you mumble as you come out of your daze. "Didn't mean to break character..."
"Don't be sorry, sweetheart." He presses a kiss to your neck. "This was just as fun. There's always next time, hm?"
You hum as he presses a kiss to your cheek before he moves to go get you cleaned up. You lay there for a few minutes, unmoving and in pure bliss, as Wonwoo cleans up your mess. When he's finally done, he lays down beside you - now without his suit - and wraps the sheets around your tangled bodies.
"Text me next time if you're tired," he murmurs against your skin, "This is for you, too, you know?"
"I know." You press a kiss to his lips. "I wanted to do it, I just needed you more."
"Flirt." He grins.
You and your husband has been trying to spice things up in the bedroom - and bondage can only take you so far. The small hole in the wall that the two of you had made on accident while trying to hang up paintings in the, former, guest room had sparked the idea.
"I'll buy you dinner later, what do you want?"
Some parts of your routine isn't roleplay, Wonwoo is never going to give up the chance to spoil you with gifts.
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