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osakhee · 11 days ago

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young and so in love, wonbin x reader

! unprotected sex, marking, body worship

🎧 creatures in heaven by glass animals....

blankets and pillows are scattered on the wooden floor, the fluffy white cover gives a comforting and soft warmth. but not as warm as his body on yours, fingertips drawing invisible patterns on your shoulders. he's laying on you, legs tangled in yours just like his black hair that falls in front of his forehead, his skin like a fire heating you up. he's looking at you and you're looking at him in the silence of the night, eyes almost imagining each other in the dark living room. your hand rests on his jaw, your finger draw the curve of his face, the dip of his chin, the shape of his lips, you touch each mole, each beauty mark and scars painting him. if you had to describe love, it would be his name written in the stars, and you wish people could see him through your eyes.

quiet evenings are wonbin's favorite, when he comes home after his dance classes and the gym. his body feels sore and he wishes he could take his limbs off and leave them to rest while he sleeps and recovers. and he doesn't know any other way than your arms around his shoulders and a soft blanket that smells like you, like every room of your apartment. his tired mind feels at peace in the love sanctuary you created together, a place where there's no outside world and no real life, just the two of you.

gentle caresses turn into cravings, wonbin's hands holding your shoulders steady when he kisses you. time melts away like his lips on yours, they move in slow motions, they discover your mouth again and again. they know every dips and corners, they know your skin and your taste. wonbin captures your lips once, twice, he devours you whole, he wants to get under you skin and be one with you. your world narrows and revolves around the warmth he shares with you. having to part away from your lips almost breaks wonbin's heart, his teeth then graze your jaw and behind your ear, his ragged breaths brush your neck when he gets closer.

pillows drop to the floor when you move around, tongue tangled with wonbin's, the white blanket that surrounds the both of you like a cloud slides off his bare back to join the pillows in defeat. the mattress looks sad with only your bodies dipping in it. wonbin chuckles in the crook of your neck, his wet kisses send shivers through your limbs and into your heart. your fingers stroke his hair then down the nape of his neck and his shoulders, and he rests on your chest, like tied with you. it's passed 2am on the clock when wonbin lays you down on the blanket, making a new bed on the floor of your apartment. it's childish, it's stupid, but it's like a little home into your home.

clothes are long forgotten, wonbin's body is perfectly molded over yours, you're both breathing as one. his burning fingertips trace the perfection of your curves, first with your face. he puts gentle kisses on your eyelids, he trails his nails to draw over your nose and lips, down your chin and your throat. he discovers again and again the lines of your collarbones with his hands, he leaves soft pecks on his way down. then your shoulders, as if he's mapping your frame with his closed eyes, he wants to imprint the image of you into his mind forever. his fingers dig into the plush skin of your chest, little circles and licks over your nipples. wonbin wants to savor the taste of you and wants the moment to last for hours, he wants to feel your hand brushing his hair while he covers your body in love marks. then the sway of your hips, the dips of your waist, lips all over your stomach. he sinks his teeth into your sides, he leaves colors behind him and paints you like a canvas. it's never enough.

you watch his eyes overflowing with adoration, you feel his heart pounding in his chest under your hand. wonbin is not in love, he's addicted, you've made him high in all the possible ways, a high he's never coming down. not when your stare makes his body melt, not when your hands burns his skin, not when your lips makes his stomach explode with butterflies. you entered his mind and changed his every thoughts to you, you possessed him. he's just a person, he's just a someone, how did he find you, the fallen angel, the soulmate, the meaning of love? and then there's you, you hand him your heart and lock it inside his ribcage so it can beat with his, you dream of staying tangled in his limbs lost into the abyss of his eyes. there's this thing about wonbin, something into his pupils that's magic, something that makes your veins flow with sparkles and sends shivers to your spine.

you want him. you want him when he kisses your thighs, you want him when his warm hands caress your lower stomach, you want him when he lays on top of you and rests his forehead against yours. you can't read into his eyes but you hear his voice, i love you. i love you. wonbin forgot all the other words, there's only your name echoing into his mind. when you lay both of your hands on his cheeks, it's like his heart stops and so does the world. you bring him closer until you rest your lips on his eyebrow, kissing the scar from his childhood. you peck his cheek and his jaw, you don't want to forget the beauty marks on his face left behind his lover in his past life, like the story says. your fingers play with the hair at the back of his head, you graze his skin with your fingertip, you want to count all the freckles that go down his spine and cover his shoulders. you press another kiss on his left shoulder where you spot another mole.

wonbin nuzzles his face into your neck, his black hair tickle your face. you nibble at his skin and he brings himself closer, hips diving into yours and chest warm when he breathes. soon enough you've painted his collarbone in your own marks, you're possessive, and he's all yours. wonbin's lips go from behind your ear to your jaw, your cheek and your nose before he kisses you, he moves in perfect waves of softness and love, he shares the heat of his body with you when he finally tangles his tongue with yours again. the festival of fireworks in your stomach never stops, colorful fire rockets exploding over and over again ignited by wonbin's lips. he settles himself better between your legs, hips at home against yours, and the star charm of his gold chain dangles on your jaw.

wonbin likes to take his time, he likes to massage your thighs and hips before spreading them further apart for him, he likes to rub himself against you while he whispers you how much he loves you, how much he craves you, how beautiful you are and how lucky he is. is he the lucky one or are you? you don't really know. wonbin turned out to be your own lucky charm for every single thing in your life and you couldn't be more thankful. wonbin knows how to make you reach stars, how to go to the moon and back. he knows your body like his, like he crafted you with his hands, he holds you like you were made to be in his arms.

wonbin lays a soft kiss on your temple when he slides inside you, your name falls from his lips in a gasp and his breath is shaky in your ear. for a while you both only savor the feeling of being connected as one, the warmth spread from between your thighs and inside your body, under your skin and his. wonbin reaches for your lips again, his teeth almost grabbing the pink flesh to drag it closer and taste you whole. his arms rest on each side of your head, he stays above you but close enough for you to feel every inch of his body. as he ever so slowly pulls out to push back inside you, he tangles his fingers with yours and hold your hand. he rolls his hips at a lazy pace, you feel each part of himself as he reaches deep into the warmth of your insides. your breaths are mingled together, wonbin is almost losing his when he attaches his mouth to your neck. he laps and spreads hot kisses on your throat, you hold his face in place with a hand into his black hair.

wonbin grinds inside you more steadily, he finds his rhythm following the sound of your moans and the way you chant his name. he feels each time you tighten around him igniting the fire his lower stomach. he feels each time you squeeze his hand with your fingers and gently tug on his hair when he nips at your jaw. your hand that rested in the black messy strands reaches his shoulder and back, you grip at his skin with your nails when the pleasure courses your veins faster. wonbin is taking you to constellations you didn't even know, the feeling bubbles into your chest and spreads inside, it burns you where you're connected with him. it's like wonbin took off the charm on his necklace to put it in your eyes and mind, and all you can see is stars.

nights like these are timeless. wonbin cherishes them, cherishes you. he wishes he could hide into your bed, under the white blankets, he'd keep you with him and stay safe and sound forever. in you, wonbin found his reason to stand up and be himself, he found someone who loves and embraces every of his flaws, every side of him that he pushes away. he found a safe place to rest when he feels like the world ends, he lays in your arms as you put his pieces back together. you've made his heartbeat yours, each of his breath comes from your own lungs. wonbin is convinced you're made to be his, you're made to be the other half that keeps him sane and alive. every part of you is his treasure.

wonbin holds you close to the edge, galaxies fly in your mind and flow your inside with pleasure. your vision of wonbin over you is blurred, you try to concentrate on the feeling of the now warm gold chain dragging slowly against your chest with each movement of wonbin's hips. his shoulders tense under your fingertips, toned stomach twitches against your plush skin. you let go, wonbin grips your hand through your fall, you choke a whisper of his name that he suppresses with his lips. he eats all of your pretty noises until the pression builds inside him too, he hilts himself until there's no more space between both your hips. pleasure distorts his beautiful face and his brows furrow. he fills you full of his love, marks you from the inside. the way he whines and breathes heavily is the most beautiful music to your ears, as beautiful as when he sings his love songs to you.

each second lasts hours, wonbin lets his body rest on top of yours like your own personal blanket. he stays inside you for a while, he just wants to be one with you as long as he can possibly be. you soothe the scratches on his shoulder with the tip of your fingers, you draw circles on his warm and damp skin. eyes closed, wonbin drinks in your scent and play with your hair. you breathe together, until the high is over, until the drug wonbin gets you on with his lips seems to falter. the stars still dance in front of your eyes, and you see them deep inside his dark pupils when he perks up to look at you.

nothing else matters. nothing is more important than the smile he gives you before kissing the back of your hand, fingers still intertwined. nothing is more beautiful than his shining face and the strands of hair that stick to his forehead. nothing is more comfortable than the warmth he provides you both from the outside and the inside. nothing is more safe than the blanket on the floor of your apartment where you're both laying at 3 in the morning. your own little heaven.

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osakhee · 4 days ago

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panic station, guitarist!wonbin x reader

! quite dark, stalker and obsessive behavior, blowjob, exhibitionism, reader is a bit insane :/

🎧 panic station by muse...

a/n yes i know wonbin is playing the bass on that pic. this one is just inspired by the title of the song ! lucky people by waterparks and wonderwall by oasis are mentioned but don't add anything musically related :3

you feel your heart beating more loudly. so loud it rings into your ears and threatens to jump out of your chest. you grip tightens around the metal pole when the train starts braking, and the lights of the station look more steady before it stops fully. the doors open and you get out of the wagon, your heart screams louder than the music playing from your wired earphones.

you've arrived to panic station.

it's nothing more than a subway station. crowded with too much scents that create an overwhelming smell, you feel your shoulders being bumped while you walk and the noise of the metro on the railway tracks add a little touch of hell. you could be going to work early in the morning, clothes and hair neat, you tidy your jewelry while you walk to the stairs that connect with another line. or maybe you could be going to school, lazy morning with a bag heavy on your shoulder, full of flying sheets and books about your favorite subjects, the weight already giving you an headache. or what about meeting your friends? going for a drink after a long day and a stress-free night out, with your best outfit that makes every head spin. but no. you're not here for any of that. you're only here for him.

you dive deeper into the station. the corridors are covered in yellowish tiles that probably used to be white, you make your way between the busy crowd that walks with a purpose. your shoes hit lightly the black synthetic floor, you almost float around, taken away by the growing feeling in your chest. it's a mix of excitement and anxiety, a flutter that makes your breath heavier. you check the time on your phone and you slow down your steps. if you get there early, there's no point. he will know you're waiting for him.

you rest your shoulder against the wall, it hides you from the main hallway. in the middle of the scratched posters on the walls, there's this one orange circle, the size of a mirror. it's just bright with one single thing drawn on it, a music note. a black beam note. you watch it disappear when the black guitar bag is laid against the wall, the little chococat charm dangling from the closed zippers. he's here right on time, just like every tuesday. his acoustic guitar is full of stickers, the used black strap rests on his shoulder and digs into his black leather jacket. he opened it to show a random band tee. you make a new mental note, you don't remember seeing him wearing this one shirt before. he's tuning his guitar, careless of the busy rustle around him and the side eyes that are thrown at him. who would play the guitar in the middle of a subway station? that's one thing you love about him, he's unbothered by the world around him, there's nothing but his music and the mic stand in front of him.

oh how much you love him. and if it's not love, then you will stop believing in this special feeling. the second you met his eyes, you knew. you wanted to know him, you wanted to be close to him, you wanted to be the one he'll sing to. you came home early that tuesday. of course it was a tuesday, you only see him on tuesday and friday. your phone died and the endless noise of the station pierced through your head like a knife, it was stinging your ears, all the voices, the steps, the brakes. that's when you heard it. slow guitar notes and a soft voice tone that took over the storm of the hallway. you saw him, and you couldn't tear you eyes away, short black hair shining under the artificial lights, eyes closed concentrated on hitting the perfect notes as he pulled on the strings with black painted nails. you stood there. the weight of you bag disappeared, everything started to feel lighter, your feet lifted off the black floor. his voice made you feel like a fluffy cloud, he made you float and reach a state of daze you never wanted to get away. you abruptly fell back when he looked at you. he sang the next line for you, the only person looking at him in the subway station. he smiled, his lips brushed the mic and heat radiated from your chest. he made you feel warm like a ray of sunshine, he made you melt. you wanted to drop to your knees and drown in his eyes. the music stopped, and reality came back into your face. his show was over. he greeted you with a smile again while putting his precious instrument back into his bag, and your steps mechanically took you to your metro. you could feel your head fog with a swirl of thoughts, it was impossible to forget his dark pupils on you.

you wanted to see him again. you came back to the station, a weird feeling creeping up your spine each time before disappointment washed over you. he was never there. after another unsuccessful try, you laid on your bed, eyes on the crack on your white ceiling. how could you see him again? you fought your every thought to remember the little details. tuesday, 4:56. since the start, was the time wrong? you decided it would be your last chance to see him again before giving up, you started to feel like you were running after an illusion. was he even real or did he vanish in front of you right after you heard his angelic voice? you walked into the infamous panic station and made your way to the main corridor. and there he was again. you found him as beautiful as the first time if not more, you felt your stomach flip in millions of fireworks. suddenly the station turned into your own concert hall, only for you and him, he was playing just for you. tuesday became your favorite day, you changed your schedule to make sure you would hear his pretty tone at least once a week, to give you the drug you were craving into your veins. he left you high for exactly 7 days before it was tuesday again.

the way his fingers dance on the strings, golden rings hitting the wood, it makes your heart jump around. so much you feel like it's going to drag you in front of him and make you spill all your feelings on the floor. a lovely mess, just like what he does to your mind. his hair have grown so much, strands tucked behind his ears to show dangling star shapes earrings. you can't get enough of his heaven sent face and voice. from your corner, you watch him choose today's music, from exciting melodies with his high voice to sad love songs. you know almost everything he plays, as if you owned your version of his messy notebook. you wish you could see his handwriting and all the little notes he added to the music sheets. you feel like he plays lucky people by waterparks just for you, every love word and sweet sentences is directed straight into your heart that explodes in pieces, your face gets hot and red. he makes you feel so special.

every little gesture sends you a warm tingle. the way he spins an old guitar pick between his fingers before stuffing it back in his pocket, like a lucky charm. when his brows furrow in concentration as he tunes his guitar. his perfectly plump and pink lips he licks before starting another song. you picked up on his habits and made them yours. you became his shadow. you just love him so much. you know he feels something special too, when his gaze meets your eyes as you walk past him, you feel the connection, you feel the tension, you can almost tell he wants to stop singing and run to you. run away with you to be alone, to play his music just for you. you dream of it, you dream of him. you want to read his musical composition sheets and the management textbooks you see in his bag, you want to sit on his lap as he holds your hands on his guitar to help you learn how to play. you want to tug on his hair as he kisses you and hear his intoxicating voice say your name.

you get a message on your phone, and you reluctantly look away from him. you keep checking if he's still there as if he was going to turn into smoke and dissolve when you didn't pay attention. your shift is moved again, so it will be enough show for today. you peak your head out of the corner, you adjust your clothes and your bag. you really hope he'll like your outfit, you can't wait to see the sparkles in his eyes when he sees how pretty you look today. you make your way in the hallway and keep your gaze fixated on him as you walk by. his eyes meet yours and he looks away. you feel satisfied and happy, he looked at you and made you feel alive again! just like every tuesday, between 1pm and 5pm. and also every friday after 2pm and sometimes until 7pm. and on monday when he gets out of the university really late. oh and tuesday mornings when he goes to the music department. he's the little special pill that keeps you going. you make a full turn after going through your favorite corridor. it's not the way you take to go to work, and you need to go through the station again. but you would never miss seeing your favorite person.

panic sends a shiver down wonbin's spine. it goes through his whole body and covers his skin in cold goosebumps. you're here again. you just walked past him and he almost lost the track of the music he was playing. his fingers quiver on the neck of his guitar and he plays the wrong note. you're now out of sight, and he rests his palm on the cords. his breath resonates through the mic before he cuts it. he packs away his material, shoves his guitar into the black bag and puts it on his shoulders. he swings his backpack on one shoulder and with one last look down the hallway, he walks in the opposite direction. his train is on the other side, but today he feels like taking a different one. he tells himself he's just trying another way to go home in case something goes wrong with the metros one day, but deep down, the burning fear and disgust in his chest whisper to him that he's faking his path to lose you.

wonbin is a peaceful person. he loves his routine, he loves what he does. and when the music department asked him if he wanted the vacant spot to play in the subway station, he couldn't believe it. the rent for the spot was almost nothing, he could play and make himself a bit known, make a bit of money sometimes, and even more important : he'd be well seen by the department. wonbin desperately wants that music coordinator job they opened a few months ago, and he was ready to do anything to make it happen. so between his event management and a few composition classes, he agreed to rent the spot for the next 8 months.

wonbin had fun for the two first months. he could come when he wanted between 6am and 10pm, plug in his guitar acoustic or electric and just have some fun. at first, he felt upset that not much people stopped to listen to him, but after a few performances he realized he wanted to be more the background melody of people's lives rather than a loss of time when they stood there to look at him. this one evening he was feeling a bit more tired than usual. his fingertips felt like they were on fire for how much he's played, and every note sounds wrong in his throat. as he sang the last verse of wonderwall by oasis, he looked up through heavy lidded eyes, and saw you. you looked at him as if he wasn't real, as if his melody changed the path of your life. wonbin didn't know he turned your life upside down that day. he had no idea he'll be tied to you like fate. and he never knew fate could feel as stressful, scary, repulsed as he feels.

you started appearing in the corner of his eye every then and now. for a long while, he just thought it was your everyday routine to work or school or home, he couldn't care less. sometimes he would see you right as he settled his guitar strap on his shoulder, the other times just a few songs away before he left the music spot. he met your eyes each time, and there were something behind the smile you always gave him, something that sent cold sweat to his spine. wonbin started thinking he was hallucinating. if he didn't see you while he was playing, then you were on his train home even when it was past 9pm. or he would notice you around the music department. and even outside his university, he can't recall how many times he backed inside and took another exit to avoid you and that same smile on your lips. when he mentioned it to a few of his friends, they said he was paranoid. when he brought it up to the head of the music department, they asked if he was trying to give up on the spot in the subway they generously gave him. it kept wonbin up at night, scared of disappointing, scared of making it all about himself, scared of seeing things and manipulating his brain.

his life became a living nightmare. as he walked yet again into the hallway, he felt like someone was looking at him, his fingers hesitated on each cord, his voice a bit shaky. he sounded more emotional than usual, but all he did was trying to hide the lingering fear that danced in his eyes. he saw you again. behind the corner, watching him since the second he put down his guitar bag. it was hard to pretend like you weren't there. it was hard to keep going instead of packing his stuff and taking the first metro no matter where it would take him. more sleepless nights tired his shoulders, tired his mind, was he going crazy? you never did anything to him, why can't he just feel grateful that someone likes his voice and how he plays? the more selfish he felt the more disgusted he got, the angrier he got. mostly at himself for acting like a creep as if you were an actual threat. every tuesday and friday, wonbin felt like the walls were staring at him and both the ends of the hallway were darker. he was slowly losing his mind, it's that fucking panic station he thought, reducing him to a mechanical puppet that walks in, plays his show and leaves.

you were an obsession. he saw you in every place, behind every wall. he acted like you didn't exist yet you kept getting bolder. you walked right past him when he headed to the platform, your fingers brushed his skin and he jolted his hand away. wonbin stopped and you kept walking. you didn't look back, but wonbin knew you were smiling from ear to ear. he doesn't know you pushed these same fingers down your throat and deep inside you to imagine the feeling and the taste of him. nothing made him feel more nauseous than the possibility of your hands on him. he wanted to give up on everything, call authorities, get rid of you in any way. after all, those corridors are dark and an accident could happen right? those same thoughts built insomnia inside his brain and he felt like the worst kind of human ever. the worst of it all, it was your smile. the way you looked at him, the glint of adoration in your eyes that goes much further than just love. the pure feeling made you evil, you were poisoning him and slowly trapping him like a spider in its web. once you'll have your strings tied around his body, wonbin would only be able to look into your eyes as he gives up.

wonbin knows he needs to act first. he needs the courage to make the first move. but he doesn't know what's better between leaving everything behind and restarting his dreams from lower than the ground or giving in to your manic smile. both options are scary. both options send panic through his body and make his ribcage feel tighter. wonbin sighs as he sits on his bed. his alarm is about to ring. another night were he barely slept. and today is another tuesday.

wonbin walks out of the music department and walks down the stairs of the first subway station. he steps inside the wagon and lets the train take him to his personal hell. he makes his way to his music spot and checks is phone. 1:55. you should get there any minute now. instead of setting his mic and tuning his guitar like he does every other day, he rests his bag on the floor next to him and lays against the wall. he looks through the flow of people, right at your corner behind the wall. he knows you'll be there. 5 months, and you never missed a single day. wonbin thought he could handle the 3 months left in his rental contract, but he's so close to hallucinating and losing his mind. you push him to the verge of insanity, but it will be never as deep as he the one he sees in your eyes.

it's almost time and your steps get faster. you're about to reach your favorite spot. your one and only, wonbin should be there. he's probably getting ready to perform and sing. you wonder what he's wearing, what he did today at the music department. you've also heard it's exam season right now, how is he doing in his management classes? maybe you'll get the chance to catch a glimpse of his notebook in his opened backpack while he plays. you throw a glance over the busy crowd, you peak your head out of the corner and you meet wonbin's eyes. he's looking right at you, his gaze pierces you like he threw a knife at you. you receive it right into your heart and feel an overwhelming feeling shudder your body. warmth colors your face and your legs feel weak. wonbin sighs again.

wonbin's grip around your wrist is tight enough to stop the flow of your blood and paint your skin purple. your heart beats excitedly in your ears, you can't take your eyes away of wonbin's frame. the way his broad shoulders move when he walks, his black hair that rest against his neck and fly around when he looks back at you, the feeling of his gold rings digging into the flesh of your wrist. you have no idea of what's next, all you know is that it's going to be only you and wonbin like you always dreamed of. you're dragged into a small corridor, it's darker than all the other hallways. the exit is sealed shut, and there's nothing but a thick darkness. the neons on the ceiling flicker as wonbin pushes you against the wall, like an horror movie scenario but it's the most romantic part since it's wonbin and you. you've never seen him this up close. his perfect skin glow with the artificial lights, the dark strands of hair fall over his forehead, and his eyes reflect yours. all you see in his pupils is the way you're smiling, the adoration that borders madness, a love so strong he could never understand. you ignore the feelings you don't like, the anger, the disgust, the fire in his eyes as if he's trying to burn you to ashes.

wonbin's fingers find your hair and grabs a handful of it, he tugs your face up to meet his eyes again. your smile grows wider, you feel his heavy breath on your face, on your lips, you want every part of him. you want to consume him whole, he's making every of your dreams come true. your smile sends an uncomfortable shiver down wonbin's spine.

"quit fucking smiling."

all of wonbin's muscles tense as he speaks to you for the first time. he's scared you'll spit to his face and breaks him to pieces, tangled in the sticky web you've trapped him in. but you show no reaction. you keep smiling. your obsession, your every thought, he'd made you sick in your mind. you hear his speaking voice for the first time and it's as soft as when he sings, his fingers that press your shoulder into the cold tiled wall and grip your hair give you the pleasurable sensation of being in his embrace. just a little closer and he'll be press against your forehead, chest so close it's like he's hugging you. wonbin tugs your hair down and you let out a whine, you imagine how hot he would look towering you. your knees hit the floor, it hurts but you couldn't care less when your eyes meet wonbin's again.

"get that smile away fucking get it away from me."

"please."

"please???"

wonbin chuckles in disbelief. he looks deeply into your eyes to see if he can find any kind of fear or regret, anything that would make him have pity. but there's only love that overflow and spills over your eyelashes, it begs him to go further. wonbin's confidence almost crumble at the insanity in your gaze, he's close to let go of your hair and run away. but your smile keeps haunting him, and he needs to get rid of it. immediately.

wonbin untangles his fingers with your hair and opens his pants, he almost rips off the button as he parts the clothes. your eyes widen when he pushes down his underwear to free his most intimate part, his hand wrap around his length and squeezes the flesh, he feels himself hardening slowly. you reach to grab it, you finally let all your dreams turn to reality, but wonbin pushed your head back into the wall. he grips your hair again and make you look up, you reluctantly tear your eyes away from the object of your desires.

"don't touch me ever again."

when you answer him with a smile, wonbin tugs on his hardening erection a little harder and he bites his tongue to keep his sounds inside his throat. that fucking smile. in that fucking station. you are you his own kind of demon.

"never smile at me again."

wonbin hits your lips with his tip, precum that had beaded at the slit wet the pink flesh. you open your mouth immediately and wonbin finally sighs in relief. stuffed with his cock you can't smile at him anymore, but he still sees the madness in your eyes. he guides himself down your throat and holds your head with both hands, his anger never dissipates as you slowly bobs your head and swirl your tongue around him. the taste of him is better than everything you ever imagined, he gets you addicted and you suck on his tip eagerly, you want to draw every drop out of him.

"close your fucking eyes and don't look at me."

wonbin's voice is rough, he spits venom at you with every word. he tries to keep his composure as the forbidden pleasure you give him courses through his whole body and twist the fire in his guts. you're more than happy to obey, you lap at his slit and take him deeper, you feel his warm skin pulse on your tongue. your eyes roll back when he hits the roof of your mouth, wonbin smirks when he hears you gag on his length. go on, choke on me, stop breathing, wonbin wants to throw it all into your face but he's scared to groan out loud if he opens his mouth. he hisses between his clenched teeth, how badly he hates the warmth you send to his lower stomach as your tongue flatten on the bulging vein.

your hand reach again to grab the base of his shaft, and wonbin intercepts it before you do, he pushes your hand away with a slap. it makes his control snap and he moans lowly, his breath comes out as shaky gasps, his lips parted in bliss. the disgusting pleasure threaten to overwhelm him. your eyes sparkle when he closes his, you finally look up at him again. he's so close, you want him to see stars so he'll understand how much he needs you. you want to fully taste wonbin in your mouth, and you know you'll keep needing him like your new oxygen.

wonbin groans a little more audibly and his hips stutter, his cock twitch between your lips and he fills your mouth with the much awaited warmth, he pushes so deep inside you need to cough him out. he lets go of your head and you wipe every drop of his release with your fingers that you push deep into your mouth. wonbin tidy his clothes and tucks himself back into his pants. before you can look up at him and smile at him he grips your jaw between his hand, he squeezes your cheeks and deforms the grin on your wet lips.

"never you hear me? you're never seeing me again."

he smiles at you. the same smile he had on his face when you first met him. for the first time, panic courses through your veins. never? never ever? he's getting away from you? you finally had him and he's leaving? wonbin holds your head against the wall for a few more seconds before letting go. he picks up his guitar bag and throws it over his shoulder. you stand up with wobbly legs but he disappears into the heavy crowd before you can catch him.

the hood of his black sweater on his head, wonbin looks at his feet as he walks to the platform. he tries to be as invisible as possible, he holds tightly in his hand his guitar bag by the handle. the train brakes and the doors open. wonbin gets inside and he sets his bag next to him. the subway starts with a low rumble, and wonbin looks at the tunnel lights while he's taken away from you. for the first time in a long time, his chest and shoulders feel so light. he's not stepping into this panic station ever again.

#riize smut #wonbin smut #max's cat >_<#wonbin song 🎵

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