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He wonders what's gotten you so worked up tonight that you're so silent, thrusting sharp and precise into him, eyes glazed over as they focus only on fucking into him.
You hadn't even notified him before visiting The Black Rose, hadn't even waited for the receptionist to phone and inform him of your arrival, hadn't even said a word in greeting when you'd barged in, and while he didn't stand such objectifying behaviour, the only reaction he'd voiced was a surprised sound against your lips when you walked straight to where he stood in the room and pulled him into a deep kiss.
Fuck, you hadn't even undressed him properly, his black shirt rucked up and no doubt getting stained with the precum leaking down his cock. He wants to smack himself for being so gone for you that he's getting turned on from you treating him like this— like a common whore.
Not like he's anything different, but still.
You hadn't even undressed yourself, he notices, your slacks and his jeans the only things you'd bothered to take off, button-down still on albeit quite wrinkled. Everything about the situation throws him off, and he's thankful your hand didn't wrap around his neck, not even loosely, because he isn't sure he can take it today.
For a long while, long enough for him to zone out and come back, the two of you are silent, the only sound in the room being flesh on flesh. And Wonwoo is naturally on the quieter side, his ragged breathing being the only indication of the pleasure he's feeling. More like your sinful whispers aren't there to coax him to let go entirely. He's quiet when he's thinking, like he is with all his other clients, like he is now.
But then he feels the familiar tight coil inside his stomach, and he can't help but moan quietly, eyes fluttering, unfocused. Your hands tighten from where they fit around his hips. He keeps still, but the frequency of his mewls increases, and so does the strength of your thrusts. Suddenly, the hardness of the strap-on inside him is un-ignorable, his toes curling because he's getting closer and closer, the coil in his stomach threatening to snap.
When his eyes finally focus on your face, his God awful eyesight otherwise blurring the view, his heart jumps to see you already staring at him, eyes dark and clear of whatever was clouding them earlier. He wants to ask you to kiss him, but he feels small all of a sudden, mouth dry under the intensity of your stare. Quiet noises still escape his mouth as your strokes get nearer to his prostate.
“Beg.” You rasp just as quietly, punctuating your words with a particularly hard thrust.
“Oh.” He whimpers, floundering.
Your strokes shift from being short and sharp to long and deep, and he's so close he can't hold out for much longer.
“Please,” He begs in a broken voice. “Please, please! Oh, I'm so- close, please! M-master- ah, ah, ah- fuck, fffuck-”
You angle your hips just right, ramming repeatedly into his prostate, his back arching, head thrown back as he swears, voice watery and on the verge of tears. Your fingers lace with his own and he clutches onto your hand for dear life.
“Please.” He begs fervently, one leg coming up to wrap around your waist.
Pressing it back into the mattress with your free hand, you snap your hips forward, voice on the edge of a growl as you warn him. “Be still.”
“But I-” Wonwoo lets out an overwhelmed sob. “I n-need- cum, please. Please, please.”
His eyes are so blurry with tears he can't see the steel in your eyes melting before you lean down to kiss him, a different kind of slow and deep than earlier today. This one is sweet, a different kind of passion flowing from your lips to his. As you kiss him, your hand wraps around his swollen cock, tugging once, then twice. And then he's coming undone, shuddering against your lips.
He probably passed out afterwards, because he doesn't remember you cleaning both of them up. It takes him a long time to shake off the sleepiness, only coming to when you abruptly leave his side.
In the time he's able to prop himself up on both his elbows, surprised, you're out the door, a loud slam ringing through the silence.
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wrote this on a whim two days before & as much as i wanted to post it right then, wattpad did not co-operate :D the above gif is the visual reference btw, just that the pants are different~
anyway, the bestie has been pushing the courtesan wonwoo agenda and it finally got to me... this is the aftermath :') so while i'm half-awake after my longer-than-most-people nap, my mind conjured this fantasy and at the end of it, when the final sequence played, i realized that i just thought of prostitute wonwoo :D so uh, yeah, enjoy!
i really liked thinking about and writing this situation, it was different than the usual ones i write <3 also, i listened to the song 'automatic' by chancellor (& 5 other artists including bibi) on repeat while writing this becuz i found it in a wonwoo themed spotify playlist and now it's t h e song that reminds me of biker wonwoo hehe~
the mingyu fic has been coming along very well, actually! didn't expect to write so much of it so quickly, but i guess i have the motivation to do everything but study before finals week lol
