#GOD IM SOOOOO SICK when will this be MEEEE

[husbandhoshi]

ok how do we feel abt jealous wonwoo who sees ur flirting w someone at some expensive event and he just has to get u home and then u know ur done for

also do u mind if i can be 🍄 anon ? i rlly love ur works!

tags: harddom!wonwoo, sugardaddy!au, sir kink, panty stuffing, pussy slapping, oral (m!receiving), spanking, pain play, manhandling, light restraints, degradation (f!receiving)

wc: 1.4k i got so carried away 

oh, you’re in so much trouble, you think, as your pretty hand wraps around mingyu’s toned bicep and you airily laugh as he makes the umpteenth quip of the night about spotting fake designer dresses or his theory about the petit fours secretly being cake from the box.

it doesn’t matter, none of it matters. wonwoo’s in some other corner, having some dumb business conversation with some coworker. and you’re stuck here, smelling like wonwoo’s cologne but having to flirt with his business partner. it didn’t help that he teased you in the car and now you can’t act normal.

mingyu leans into your shoulder to whisper something about how good you look—you’re honestly not even paying attention to him, but the way his big hand ghosts over your side, glides over the silk to rest on your hips, just reminds you of the cool sting of wonwoo’s watch on your skin as he parted your legs so easily on the car ride here. how he nonchalantly played with your cunt over the wet strings of your thong, how he so generously let you grind on his hand, so touch-starved and desperate as you dripped on the expensive leather of the seat of his car. and then the sound of your squeal when he pinched your thigh hard after you made the grievous error of palming him over his pants at a stoplight.

“greedy, are we, my love?” he had said cruelly, pulling his hand away and remaining content to watch you rub your thighs together and whimper at every little vibration from the engine.

now you‘re frustrated, horny, and just catastrophically yearning for your boyfriend. last time he took you to a ritzy party, you hung off his arm, chatting happily with the other guests as he doted on you, brushing his knuckles over your cheek and laughing softly at every little joke you made.

you’d never forget how mingyu had eyed the pair of you, remarking on how you had wonwoo wrapped around your pretty little finger. 

which is why your current situation is all the more devastating.

when wonwoo catches you two, he’s not even mad at mingyu. hell, it just puffs him up even more that other people want what’s his.

you, on the other hand. you can see by the way his jaw sets, how he takes that slow inhale, that you are definitely in trouble.

“play stupid games, win stupid prizes,” wonwoo says meanly as you stand outside the passenger door of his car, pussy aching at how your jaw fits so well in the vice grip of his hand as he angles your face roughly to face him and leaves you chasing his lips. you teeter in your heels as you struggle to reach his height.

“you want me to touch you? hm?”

“p-please, yes, please,” you whimper. he runs a thumb over your lips and you so pitifully open your mouth and wrap your lips around the digit, in some faraway hope that he would just fuck you in the car and have this be simple.

the instant you do that, he pulls his hand away and laughs at you. he laughs at you. normally, you’d have words for him, but your brain is so defunct right now you couldn’t even add two and two if you tried.

the rest of the car ride home was a blur, you’re ashamed to say.

no, he did not fuck you. worse, he asked you to take off your panties, and you, dumbly thinking he was going to eat you out, were all the more shocked when he wrapped the flimsy material around his finger and stuffed it right in your aching cunt.

and worst of all, as he shoved his wet index finger in your mouth for you to clean off, you clenched around the lacy fabric, and you came untouched on the cold car seat, whimpering and moaning around his finger as he watched you with dark, cold eyes.

now you’re here, hands bound in front of you with his tie, ruined lace in your pussy, sitting on the edge of the bed as wonwoo slowly, painstakingly takes off his suit jacket, cuff links, his watch, face unchanging in expression as he watches you admire him. your dress lays on the floor like an afterthought.

“what is it, darling?” wonwoo asks, taking long strides over to stand before you. he looks so devastatingly good with his hair parted like that you forgive him for being so mean to you, even though you absolutely know you deserve it. “you wanna say you’re sorry?”

“i just w-wanted you so bad, sir,” you whine. on any other day, he’d think your sniveling and mewling was cute, but he knows what game you were trying to play.

“and do you think you deserve it?” he sits down next to you; he’s so close you can smell his expensive cologne on him again, the one you bought him for his birthday. “you like me paying for your nice nails, your nice dress—“ he pushes you so your face lands in his lap, roughly grabs your hips so you’re on all fours, supported by your forearms—“but you don’t like when i have to do work things? you’re smart, baby, how about you figure that one out, hm?”

you are taking this with you to the grave, how humiliating you’re acting with how you desperately mouth at his hard cock, still restrained in his briefs, your lipstick leaving little red streaks on the cotton. “green, green, green,” you beg and whimper, aching to have his cock in your mouth. you can see a little patch of precum and it feels like you’ve won the lottery. 

wonwoo laughs at you again. “so starved for my cock. how pitiful.” he reaches into his briefs and pulls out his length, eating up how you practically drool all over yourself. “put that mouth to good use and maybe i’ll fuck you tonight.”

“y-yes, sir.” one of his hands grabs you by the hair roughly—so much for having it done—“can…can you touch me? p—“

you’re halfway through a please when his hand makes contact with your ass, the rings on his hand making it sting. you wait for him to rub his hand over the mark and soothe the pain, but he doesn’t. horribly, you like it, and you feel the lace in your pussy rub against your walls as you clench around it.

“what did i tell you to do? ask for things you don’t deserve?” you don’t even answer, instead sinking down on his length hungrily as you take him to the back of your throat. “that’s what i thought. letting your dumb cunt do all the thinking isn’t working out so well for you, huh?”

you shake your head tearfully as you bob up and down his length. god, he tastes so good, and the high you get when he tugs your hair a little extra when you’re doing a good job sends you to the moon. your arms ache under you and you want to touch him so bad, but you know you’re being put in your place. 

five, six, you’re mentally losing track of how many times he’s spanked you, and you whimper around his cock as he makes that seven.

“i think your ass looks prettiest with the shape on my hand on it, huh, my love?”

you nod; fuck, he is so mean and so sexy and you cannot wait for him to split you open.

“don’t even need you to open your mouth to answer me,” wonwoo continues as he runs a finger lightly over your wet pussy lips, transfixed by the glossy, soaked bit of lace peeking out from your hole. “dumb mouth’s only good for sucking cock and your cunt says it all.”

all it takes is a bob of your head and a hoarse green before he’s slapping your cunt, the wet noise echoing lewdly in your shared bedroom, as your broken voice cries out over and over until you’re cumming again with no penetration and barely any stimulation, just a desperate, wet little hole for wonwoo to use.

you collapse, ass up, thighs trembling, as he pushes you off his lap. fuck, he didn’t cum, you think, but before you can finish that thought, you feel the bed sink with his weight behind you. and all over again, you’re begging, sobbing for him to rail you until your legs give out and then some.

and because he loves you more than anything, he fucks you like the insatiable whore you are, even with your hands bound above your head because he knows you’ll take what he gives you. and then he fucks you again for good measure.

“like that, darling? feeling sorry yet?”

[blackrupee]

Wow your life sounds complicated right now I'm sorry for that. So you aren't gonna have any managers what the fuck? And OH MY GOD I hate when people come in to eat so close to close!!!! ( I work @ zaxbys) if someone is acting passive aggressive I would act even more passive aggressive- make that bitch regret it- regarding the 2 guys: 2 guys is better than no guys:))) wish the first one didn't pressure you though. How did the 2nd one hurt you? - and I care so don't worry about boring me

hi hello would you like to read a novel on my life thanks i talk too much (tldrs at end)

nah like.. we had been managing with a general manager and 3 assistant managers even though we really need 4 so as not to overwork anyone. we recently hired a new one from a corporate arbys (we’re franchised) and two just quit. like i mentioned, theyre not coming back even though the original plan was that their new jobs would be only temporary (6 weeks). sooooo now we have a general manager who only works weekday day shifts, one assistant manager who is relatively new (she had been working at this place for a while but was promoted to manager 6ish months ago) and another who is brand new but still has some experience. they said theyre looking to promote from within initially, but they might have to hire outside people if no suitable potential manager is picked. id love to get manager pay and its not like managers do anything hard so id be WILLING to be a manager..like the whole reason why i got trained on backline was because we have such a big turnover rate with backline people since it fucking SUCKS and i was wanting to be helpful and flexible. so like. thats what i offerred. but one assistant manager was like “lmao all youd do is swear at the customers” and im like bitch when have i ever?? i talk shit about them all the time but ive only sworn IN FRONT OF a customer twice and neither time was it directed at them. but i mean im sitting on a small handful of customer complaints so its not like the gm would even consider me probably. idk dude. i can be nice if you pay me to be nice. but i get paid to do food and do it fast……….so

but yeah literallyyyyyyyyy i have no idea how people can be so??? inconsiderate???? and they dont??? care??? im learning that my contant frustration with people in my personal interactions is due to a disconnect between what i value in  expectations and what actually happens. like. when i go somewhere i already KNOW what i want, so i say it quickly and competently. i preface a lot of my interactions with people im requesting food or services from with “i’m sorry but…”. i phrase things as “could i get” as opposed to “get me” or “i want” which sound HELLA rude tbh. id always have my money ready at the window or the register, im always trying to pay attention and not miss anything or just….be rude in any way bc i know fast food fucking sucks. i know some of the people i interact with probably hate their job as much as i do and i want to be the smallest burden i can be. and it seems like nearly no one else has these same values???? and i dont understand how people can just??? be? so? inconsiderate?

also yes bitch im the queen of passive aggression. literally the night before i was working a short shift and my friend was closing frontline and this bitch was closing drivethrough. i just got the okay to clock out and i was like “bye! have a beautiful night! just know that i love you so much and ive everything ive ever said has always been fake until this point! never meant anything ive ever said until now especially if your name starts with k or ends with ristin (drivethrough girl/the one whos being so difficult is named kristin) but just know that i love you!” and basically being really dramatic and extra as satire.

i guess for context the whole reason she decided to be mad at me was the other night when she was drunk and was like “do you even likeeeeeee meeee i feel like you hateeeee meeee wahh wahh wahhhh” even though im like…..yes bitch i enjoy your company? i joke/use hyperbole/satire/irony/whatever a lot but like occasionally id be like “ey yo you know its all jokes right u know i love u right” just to ensure that she knows but she fucking. ignores it all. i feel like she so desperately WANTS me to hate her and tbh i got fucking sick and tired of hearing her complain all the time about this shit! i fucking hate repeating myself! so sure. if you want me to hate you so fucking much there. i hate you. i fucking hate you so fucking much. like is that what you want to hear? is that validating? are you fucking happy?

its so fucking frustrating

but i will not be held accountable for her decision to be upset. because thats what it is. she wants to be upset, and she wants me to be responsible for it when its literally not my responsibility. i am absolutely not going to stand for this shit like i kind of want to say its emotional abuse lmaooo but im just so fucking sick of it. 

everyone knows that i take chicken tenders and turnovers that would be thrown out at the end of the night and she was closing frontline yesterday and made a point to throw out the turnovers right next to me without asking if i wanted any/leaving any for me. i mean i completely expected her to be that petty of a bitch so it was kind of funny tbhonestly. also im p sure she unfollowed me here lmaoo

with regards to the guys and this paragraph could get a bit tmi/nsfw: yeah the first one kind of sucked but i feel like a little bit of the New Person Nerves have worn down so id do better if we were to hookup again. because like i totally would love to have fucked him but…..anxiety. he was hot tho. like 10/10 body and ass holy shit. plus he complimented me on my ass eating so (assuming that was genuine and not a vapid ego boost haha paranoia am i right) hopefully he comes back for seconds. 

second guy ive had a longish history with. started talking to him at the beginning of last fall semester and we hooked up kinda regularly for about a month. things fell apart, we both understood that we wouldn’t be good dating wise but still enjoyed meaningless cuddles. whatever. it got to a point where he would only hit me up like once every month and a half or so and towards like january-ish he hits me up again. so im like nice cool lets chill. im getting ready for this but my phone is in the other room. while im doing this he drove by my place to pick me up (since he was on his way back from nashville), didnt get a response to an “im here” text (bc i was busy and tbh not expecting him to do that), and left. he lives within like walking distance tho so im like “?? sorry i was busy are you still out or should i walk over?“ and he texts me like “sorry hold up a thing just happened” and im like…….okay. so im just.. waiting around for him. periodically texting like “hey are we good for tonight and whats going on?” because like there was some drama with his friend? hes like.. apologizing and shit but this goes on for an hour. BUT. the ENTIRE time he’s dealing with this friend problem or whatever he’s literally on grindr. and at the end of this hour im like in full blown paranoia panic mode and i literally text him something mentioning this and he BLOCKS ME ON GRINDR so im like ??????!!!!??? and i text him (all while saying “not to be crazy or paranoid bc im probably coming off that way but like could i get an answer or something??”) AND HE LITERALLY SAYS HE DELETED HIS GRINDR. but thats a LIE because i have a secondary account to see like……if guys are still on grindr/if a thing with a guy might turn into something more like if i see he’s not on grindr as much?? thats prob incredibly stalkerish and probably really creepy but hey. thats me. so i KNOW he lied to me but i cant really say “hey ur a liar” without disclosing this weird creepy stalker part of me (funnily enough this isnt the first time a guy has lied to me and i caught it with my secondary account! so it proves to have some function use in the end. not totally crazy). so. yeah. that was the incident. after this i dont trust him at all, and i still dont, but i had it in my mind to like somehow get him to fall in love with me just so i could break his heart for doing this? never really worked out. so now im at the point where im like….eh he’s a piece of shit and i hate him but ill cuddle with him bc it feels good

back to nsfw/tmi: the sex was okay. he’s weird about people being near his like….dick and stuff because he was raped and i totally get it bc i was too but he was comfortable enough for me to finger him and my finger still hurts from where he clenched when he came lmaoooooo. was totally hot tho. and i got to east his ass so im like eyyyyyyyy. its been so long since ive eaten ass so having it two consecutive nights in a row has been cathartic.

tldr; we have 2 assisant managers and a gm rn. looking for more

tldr; bitch. same.

tldr; bitch. same.

tldr; he’s a liar