Hi! Can I request a drabble with prompts #41, #82 & #98 with Dom!wonwoo pls ☺️ thank you in advance! 💕
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.”
note; thank you for requesting! 💕 I hope you enjoy~!
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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.”
A smile graces your face as he escorts you out of the restroom, maybe you’d forget that little bit as your hand reached over the center console in the car, your palm squeezing Wonwoo through his slacks as his fingers gripped the wheel a little harder than necessary. It would be a long night.
