#wonbin x y/n

[gyumibear]

Selca Day

ᝰ.ᐟ synopsis — in which wonbin is a fan of your group, biases you, and posts on your fandom's selca day, which surprisingly gets your attention.

ᝰ.ᐟpairing — fan!park wonbin x idol!gn!reader ᝰ.ᐟ genre — smau, idol! au, comedy, fluff ᝰ.ᐟ warnings — swearing, jokes about violence, wonbin is down smth terrible lol

💬 — i love wonbin! also, i wanna do the reverse version of this, but it'll be for a different member <3 so if you want either sungchan or seunghan vote pls! (i have different ideas for sohee and taro lol) | divider creds: @/enchanthings

© gyumibear 2024. all rights reserved! kindly do not repost on any social media sites, translate or modify my works without my permission. please don't plagiarize, it's okay to use my works as inspo as long as you credit me!

[nnight-dances]

ONE KISS, ONE LOVE

PAIRING: park wonbin x fem!reader

GENRE: fluff, hurt/comfort, suggestive dialogue but nothing explicit

TROPES: established relationship!au, idol!wonbin, age gap vibes but no real mention, reader babies wonbin like he deserves to be, texts at the end, just sickening sweet stuff

WATCH: wonbin's night routine

NOTE: inspired by the video above! once again, these wonbin fics write themselves ... he might be my favorite boy to write rn or maybe that's just my way of coping!! anyway don't be surprised if i just start spamming u with the wonbin fics i just have too many good ideas. but they're all gonna be set in this same established relationship style, he's just so bf coded lol... anyway, enjoy <3

you've been in bed for a good twenty, clad in cream pyjamas and skincare intact, when you hear the frontdoor open – signalling your boyfriend, wonbin's arrival. you pause the video you're watching on your phone and sit up to greet him, "bin? welcome home." his heavy footsteps stop where his figure finally comes into your view.

wonbin looks wiped out, no doubt, eyes shadowed by his somnolent lashes. he stares at you for a moment before humming, the sound halfway between a thank god you're here and i could die right now. he peels his layers off with speed, black leather jacket hung up on the tree-shaped rack near your closet and his other outerwear finding its place on the small cabinet next to it.

you watch fondly as even in his fatigue, he patiently makes sure no outside clothes pollute the bed. as soon as he's in nothing but his white tee and boxers though, he jumps onto you, deflating the air out of you like a body pillow.

"hello," he mumbles, face disappearing into your chest where he snuggles closer. 

"hi, love," you welcome him warmly, fingers carding through his hair as a force of habit. you breathe against his limp body, letting him unwind on top of you as he often does. it's a silent activity, a night routine of sorts for wonbin on his longest days. he'd trudge home and settle close to you, wordlessly like a cat looking for soothing. 

sometimes, you talked to him about your day and he'd hum along, eyes on yours telling all you needed to hear. other times, you would go back to doing whatever you were doing – watching a show, playing a game, or talking to a friend – while he recharged. he even insisted it worked best when you were just doing your own thing.

today, you do neither. setting your phone aside, you occupy yourself with wonbin himself, first meandering through his charcoal hair and then trailing down to his neck, tracing hearts and stars into his skin. you can feel him relaxing under your touch, his face finally coming back into your vision. 

"tired," wonbin says, voice coarser than ever. "need to sleep." 

"i know, baby," you croon, "wanna wash up first?"

he shakes his head adamantly, "no. sleepy."

you laugh softly, "angel, i'm sure you are but you can't sleep with your makeup on, can you?"

"had a few drinks with taro hyung," he murmurs as if that explains his behavior.

"really? you had time after practice?"

"he snuck it into practice. beer after all that sweating was nice."

"wow, look at you," you muse, hand brushing his bangs out of his eyes, "you sound like an old man."

"i am," wonbin pouts, "let the old man go to sleep."

"sorry, love, i can't do that," you say.

"rude."

"say what you will," you sit up fully, pulling your sluggish boyfriend with you. ignoring his groans, you kiss his nose, "wash up, okay? can't have my rockstar breaking out because he was too lazy to wash his face before bed."

he groans again but this time it's an endearment, his kiss on your cheek disguising his smile. "but i can't move, y/n. please."

"i'll help you," you snake out of the sheets, squatting as you heave wonbin out as well. he stands up unwillingly, head wilting like a sad flower. you laugh, pulling him toward the washroom, "will you listen if i do all the work?"

that gets the job done alright because two minutes later, wonbin's settled against the sink with you between his legs. you crane around his tall limbs to reach for his products, having memorized his night skincare by now. 

cleansing balm in hand, you carefully cover every inch of his face, the makeup turning into oil gradually. "okay, babe, now rinse your face for me."

"you said you'd do all the work!" he complains without missing a beat. 

you glare at him, "i can't possibly wash your face without making a mess of both of us."

"sounds like an excuse to me."

sulking, he turns around, washing the balm off. next, you go in with his foam cleanser, gently circling his cheeks and forehead. despite all his earlier declarations, he watches you attentively, his hand loosely clasped around your waist to keep you in place. you have to scold him midway at one point when he gets cheeky and sneaks a hand down your pyjamas, feeling the hem of your panties. 

eventually, you dry his face off with a hand towel. "there," you peck his cheek, "all clean."

when he doesn't let go of your waist, you raise a brow at him. "you only love me when i'm clean," he scowls, "don't you?"

you narrow your eyes at his tantrum, "i think you're forgetting how i'm sacrificing my screen time before bed to clean you up right now."

he looks unconvinced as he tails you out of the bathroom. he's about to throw himself back onto the bed when you stop him by his hand. "change first," you explain, pulling out fresh pyjamas and throwing them at him. 

wonbin stands idly and it's only when he starts raising his arms up that you realize he wants you to do it. you sigh, "bin, you're such a baby today." but you smile as you pull his shirt off, disregarding the way he instantly flexes when he catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror. slipping his pyjamas on, a piece at a time, you clap when he's done.

"i would make a great mother," you pat yourself on the back.

"you can adopt me if you want," he shrugs and you snicker, "i don't think i need to." 

"you want anything to eat before you sleep?" you ask as if you hadn't quite literally brushed his teeth. "chocolate," he says without any conviction and you roll your eyes at him, watching as he launches himself at the bed.

"quick, come here," wonbin whines. you pad over to your side of the bed and join him, giggling when his body curls around you instantly. his nose finds its indent against your neck this time, cold and fresh. 

for a minute, you think that's all you'll hear out of your boyfriend for the night. but it's just as you're about to reach for your phone when he speaks up again, "sorry if i'm boring."

you're not sure if your ears hear right, "what?"

but his voice is solemn, "...i'm probably kinda boring lately. so i'm sorry."

you turn on your side to face him completely, hand coming to rest against his cheek. "bin, you idiot. you coming home is the best part of my day."

"really? even though i'm too dead to do anything?" he perks up but his eyes gloomy, "we don't even fuck anymore. or go to the movies. or go out at all."

you laugh, "you're making us sound like an old couple on the verge of divorce, baby. you're just busier because of your comeback! i'm so excited and you should be, too."

"i am. but i don't want bore you."

"you don't, though. i'm lucky enough i get to see you at night and take care of you when i can. plus, it's not like you won't have more time after your promotions, right? we can do everything you want then."

wonbin blinks at you, his cool hand finally coming to meet yours where it was still caressing his cheek. he kisses your palm, "thank you. i'm glad."

"of course, love. now, go to sleep or you'll regret it tomorrow," you chirp, rolling over and shutting the lights off quickly.

"...you really would be a great mom," wonbin laughs at your behavior. 

"good night, wonbin."

"good night, mom."

you hit his arm at his brazenness but when he just laughs again, the sound is too sweet for you to even pretend to be mad. so instead, you hug him closer, hand on his bicep and his legs tangled with yours. 

–

bin: I AM FREE AT LAST

bin: FROM THE SHACKLES OF IT

you: …

you: how would ur fans react if i leaked our texts

you: so much for being mysterious

you: "shackles of it" boy have you ever touched a book

bin: okay so you're rude today

bin: i miss y/n mom version

you: ew?? if u have a kink i dont think this is gonna work

bin: because…? 

you: is sungchan still single

bin: i was kidding! haha!

you: ok.

bin: seriously tho let's do smth fun 2nite

you: i get off work late today :(

bin: whatttt you have a life outside of me :0

you: do you WANT me to break up with you???

bin: what i meant was i will be there to pick you up <3

you: wtv man idgaf anymore

bin: noooo

bin: i'll do anything you want don't be mad

you: anything?

bin: well other than leaking our texts ofc

you: i want to live together

bin: ???

bin: we alr do

you: wonbin 

you: baby

you: you just always come over to my place

bin: i sleep there it's my home wdym

you: and you still pay the bills for your place?

bin: i don't make that bag for nothing

you: ok so what if we lived together instead

bin: but i really like your place!!

you: i do too

you: let's make it our place 

bin: shit

bin: i just actually blushed irl

you: :) 

you: is that a yes

bin: i want to marry you

you: okay well let's calm down

bin: did u just reject me

you: i'm telling u that you're gonna regret proposing through text

bin: i love u and i want u to be my wife

bin: omg i just shed a tear at the thought of calling u that

bin: wife…. im changing ur contact name

bin: or should i change it to fiancée? since we havent yet tied the knot

you: park wonbin

you: we are 20 years old

bin: untrue

bin: im 22 

you: i am not marrying you right now

bin: … is there someone else

you: i'm not marrying anyone right now

bin: ok so i'm not husband material

you: you are

bin: i'm not father material? you: no comment

you: but we aren't ready babe

you: let's take it slow k?

you: just move in first

you: we have so many memories to make

bin: you're such a flirt

you: ??? u just asked me to marry you but sure

bin: i'll be moved in by the time you come back home

you: i thought you were picking me up

bin: that was before u asked me to move in

bin: now i have to bring all my stuff over

bin: which side of your closet can i use? bin: also thoughts on letting me keep my rock collection next to your figurines?

you: right side and no

bin: wow u didnt even think about it

you: imagine we get into a fight

bin: i refuse to

you: i'm just saying i would be tempted to throw them rocks at u

bin: you would do that????

you: depending on what u do

bin: why are you expecting me to do anything at all????

you: …experience

bin: wow

you: to be loved is to be known

bin: you can't flatter me now

you: i love you 

bin: …

bin: i love you too

[euseokz]

@ wonbin — every second i spend with you is the best one yet, why wouldn’t i want to spend all of them with you ? . cws : body worship . overstimulation . unprotected sex . creampie . genre : smut, fluff . wc : 0.7k+

a/n : ads ( @littlesuns ) !! as promised here i come to deliver, whiny and clingy wonbin (with whiny reader too hehe) 🫶🏻

BOYFRIEND! WONBIN who just can’t let go of you, always wanting to be with you at all times.

he’s clingy, for lack of a better choice of words. he wants to always be by your side, to always be with you, smiling the brightest when all your attention is on him and getting to the point of pouting and whining when it’s elsewhere. he isn’t toxic, he understands you also need your space, but when you’re together he wants you both to be as present as possible, to cherish the moment as much as you can, every extra second he spends with his favorite girl better than the previous one in his eyes.

wonbin will always smile so wide when you meet up and he can see you walking towards him, giving you a fleeting peck on the lips and immediately moving to hold your hand, beginning to walk to whatever your destination is while starting up a conversation. he isn’t too into extreme with pda, but he’ll never lose the chance to hold your hand or share a quick kiss or even have his arm laced over your shoulders or around your waist — he still wants to be touching you at all times, to have you close to him, just without being too obnoxious over it.

wonbin reaches his peak of clinginess, however, when he was you laying on his bed, looking ever so pretty, and all for his eyes only. he’ll kiss every piece of your exposed skin, tell you how beautiful you are, how much he loves you. he’ll touch you gently, taking his time in appreciating your body, wanting you to feel as gorgeous as he thinks you are, always needing to pretty much worship you before even thinking of actually fucking you. he’ll say quick praises against your skin, none of them louder than a whisper, professing his love for you, how much he appreciates you, telling you how gorgeous and irresistible you are, how grateful he is you let him have you like this. he’ll end it all with a kiss, a soft but intense one, both your lips almost quivering with arousal while your gazes fill with lust, desperate for one another.

you’d reach over to cup wonbin’s cheeks, forehead pressed together intimately as he starts to push his cock into you, both of you so whiny by then, letting out small whimpers when he bottoms out, completely filling you up to the brim, as if he was made for your pussy only — or at least that’s how wonbin sees it. he’ll start thrusting in and out slowly, almost lazily, moving to peck your neck, moaning against you, his dick twitching inside you and his hips faltering any time you moan a little louder for him, any time you act more desperately, when you need more of him, wanting to drown yourself in him just as much as he wants to drown himself in you. wonbin always complies with your needs, moving faster, rougher, whatever you want, fucking you until his cum is spilling into you and then continuing, his thumb drawing small circles over your clit as he overstimulates himself, face hidden in the crook of your neck as he whines for you, mumbling about how good you feel, how well your pussy sucks him in, how much he needs you. even when you cum he doesn’t stop, eventually overstimulating the both of you to the point of tears, both your eyes spilling salty droplets as you look into each other, whimpering out small “i love you”’s, the moment so intimate it’s almost as if only you two exist in the whole world.

when wonbin stops, his cock already aching and your cunt already swollen, he sniffles, looking between you, at the mess you’ve made, and smiling, telling you how pretty you look like that, all fucked out because of him, a wide smile stretching his lips and his eyes glistening, as if he’s truly proud of himself. you’d end up just whining, turning just as clingy as him, wanting him to envelop you in a tight hug — which he obviously does, staying with you for as long as you want before getting up to prepare a bath for both of you, the night ending with you two laying inside your tub filled with warm, bubbly water, talking to each other softly, wanting to keep the calm and loving atmosphere that filled the air for as long as possible.

[reikafanfic]

My affinity for puppy boys is showing.

Includes: Sub!Wonbin, Established relationship, Wonbin being kind of a slut, jealously, semi-public, masturbation, Wonbin's into being humiliated a little bit, he's also very pathetic.

Many typos, not much grammar, currently sitting in the corner with a dunce hat on.

He's doing it on purpose just to aggravate you, you know this but you can't help but fall for it. Especially when he's fluttering his eyelashes at the waitress, pretending to be shy when she compliments him, flirting with her so blatantly. He's pretending as if you don't even exist, after whining all week about how you two never go out on dates anymore.

You know why he's acting this way, with him being on tour for months and you being busy with work you two barely had time to facetime every other day, let alone even attempt phone sex. When he finally had time off you were still swarmed with work, dismissing his attempts at initiating anything. All in all it's safe to assume he's feeling a bit neglected, dragging you out here to a fancy restaurant and flirting with the waitress, hoping to piss you off enough that you'll fuck his silly.

Maybe in those months you two really did grow apart, because if he knew anything about you, he'd know he'll quickly regret this. Or maybe he wants to regret it, the little masochist he is.

"And what about you ma'am?" The waitress says, half heartedly addressing you, the way her voice looses all enthusiasm is comical.

"I'll have the Streak, well done, with potatoes and-" you look down at your phone, pretending to see a notification. You put on your best disappointment face when you look back at her. "Actually, we'll have our food to go. Something came up unfortunately."

The waitress looks a bit disappointed as she nods, jotting down both your orders before she leaves, you don't miss the way she takes one last look at Wonbin, soaking him in. Sometimes you wish you were a woman of less morals, maybe then you could justify leaping up from the table and knocking her teeth out. She leaves before you can really finish that thought.

"Well that was quick" Wonbin says, voice all cocky and full of himself. God you can't wait to break him.

"You're one to talk, acting like a desperate slut all night."

Wonbin rolls his eyes at you, looking away so you hopefully won't notice how his neck and ears burn a pretty shade of pink at your words. He's so needy, he's practically buzzing out of his seat. He's missed your touch so much, all those months without you were torture, he couldn't even get bet off without thinking about you and when he finally got back you still didn't have time for him. You're so so cruel.

The waitress comes back with two containers of food in her hand, he quickly swipes his card to pay before he gets up, rushing you both out of the restaurant like a eager little puppy. You drag him to the back of the restaurant, it's private enough. If you two don't make much noise you likely won't be caught.

He reaches over to kiss you but you push him back, causing him to frown.

"Get on your knees. I'm not letting you off the hook that easily."

"You want me to eat you out here?" He asks, gesturing vaguely at the not so clean ground. Despite his hesitation he gets down on his knees willingly, not caring if his dress pants get dirty as he looks up at you. You have to admit, he looks pretty like this. Pretty eyes looking up at you, his tie loose and the bulge in his pants is prominent.

"That's not why, you have a lot of nerve thinking I'd let you touch me after how you acted tonight"

Wonbin frowns but doesn't say anything back, mostly because he loves hearing you degrade him. Loves when you deny him what he wants and make him beg for it, even just the thought of it is making his cock drip precum.

"I want you to touch yourself. Right here, right now."

"what?" Wonbins eyes widen as he looks around, You two are concealed well enough but anyone could walk in at any moment, it's so embarrassing....so hot.

"You've been acting like a brat, so needy you're looking for attention from someone that isn't me. You must be pent up. So be a good boy and relieve yourself."

Wonbin feels his face burn red, you're talking about him like he's a dog. The disinterested, if not annoyed, look on your face makes him feel humiliated. Like dealing with him and his needs is somehow beneath you, it's even more humiliating how into it he is. He starts to unzip his pants, pulling down his boxers slightly to pull out his cock. He hisses as his hot cock is exposed to the cold night air, it's all red and needy, practically begging for your attention.

He looks back at you one more time, hoping you changed your mind but you stand firm in your decision, motioning him to go on. He starts out slow, wrapping his hand around his dick and stroking slowly. He can't help it though, he almost immediately starts going faster, biting his lip to stop himself from making any sounds.

Meanwhile you regret not asking if you could film him beforehand, because fuck he looks so pretty. Hair falling over his eyes as he jerks himself off, his dick turning a nice shade of dark pink as small whines escape his lips. He looks up at you again, tears creeping up onto his water line as he opens his mouth, trying not to moan as he talks.

"please touch me- Fuck please- I can't get off without you, need you so bad, so so so bad" he trails off incoherently, bucking his hips against his hands as he gets lost in the pleasure. "Please."

"Maybe you should ask that little waitress for help, with the way she was eyeing you up I'm sure she'd be more than willing to help."

"No I only want you, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I only want you please" his nose is all red as a tear falls down his cheek, lips pursed in a permanent pout. His breath hitches as he leans forward, resting his face on your knee. "I miss you."

That's what does it for you, his hot forehead nuzzling into you, pretty cock in his hands. You lower yourself onto his level, taking his face into your hands. He presses his face into your palm, looking both incredibly adorable and pathetic.

"My pretty boy missed me?"

"So much."

You can't help but crack a smile, he's so cute you forget why you're here in the first place. You reach down and replace his hand that was stroking his cock with yours, causing him to take in a shaky breath, biting his bottom lip.

"One condition, you can't hold back your moans, haven't heard you moan in so long"

He wants to argue with you, say how embarrassing it'll be, what if someone sees? What if a security camera catches you both? But he's miserable without your touch, Simply nodding in agreement.

His head immediately falls back when you start stroking him, small whimpers and whines leaving his lips. You know exactly how to touch him. He mutters something about going faster, you decide not to reprimand him for making demands.

Oh the sounds the makes when you start going faster, his mouth hangs open as he moans and you're sure this is what heaven sounds like. You can see his collar bones, a thin layer of sweat covers them and you simply can't resist. You lean in closer and kiss it, before giving him a hickey, suckling on the skin till it's a dark shade of purple.

The feeling causes him to let out a louder moan, hips bucking into your hand as he whines saying he's close.

"It's okay, cum for me."

That's all the motivation he needs before he's spilling all over your hand, his entire body shaking as he finally orgasms. You help him ride out his high through his shakes, giggling when he leans forward to rest his face on your shoulders.

"....Do you think the foods gotten cold." He says while panting, his face burning hot.

"probably."

I'm running out of ideas so if you guys have any please send them in 😚

[boba-at-323]

bf!Wonbin thoughts #1

Thinking about bf!Wonbin who lets you rest your head on his shoulder when he sees you're feeling tired or sleepy.

Thinking about bf!Wonbin who shares his earphones/earbuds with you because he wants you to listen to his music with him, an attempt to help you fall asleep quicker.

Thinking about bf!Wonbin who likes pulling you closer to him by your waist, smiling at you softly when you bury yourself in his figure.

Thinking about bf!Wonbin who's usually the clingy one, but can't help his rising heartbeat when he realises how cute you look curled up near him.

Thinking about bf!Wonbin who loves watching you peacefully fall asleep on him. He doesn't mind being your personal pillow one bit, in fact, he seems to enjoy it a lot <3

[1-49]

sweet nothing.

✶ pairing: f!reader × park wonbin ⁝ genre: angst, suggestive. warnings: pinning, some language ig. wc: 1k

You are in this bed with him ───── wearing your bracelets, which he bought. With bedsheets that stank of roses and this very intense scent of sandalwood incense sticks.

His face is a blank, almost cold & emotionless, and the soft yellowish hue of the bedside table only serves to pierce and kill the reality painted upon that gorgeous canvas of his—make him less flat and give him more of a curve, coloring him in warm where in reality in this relationship that you 2 share he’s just a shadow, an absence of light.

Sure, Wonbin has made his way into your heart, through pain and heartbreak, through beautiful and less beautiful, but you are still the same stray cat at the foot of his door who is never let in... He lures you in with his smile as he speaks. As he continues to smirk through flirt and nonchalant. As his cotton lips move in a natural peach colour and his eyes enchant you at first to just leave you buried in their deep chocolate soils later, just keeping you on the edge—tense nervous.

Right, he pats your head and offers you food, but he never lets you go any further.

And you have been told. You were aware of the facts. You met them through a friend of a friend. Exes and ex casualties. For Wonbin is emotionally untouchable. He could be put on a marathon of love and run and run, never quite understanding the purpose of what he is running for other than the sense that seems logical to him, which is that a race is just a race and that it must be won. It is not required to have any—

... significance.

Yes… it doesn’t. Just like this. Just like you… just like you two. In this bed. All of it. All of you two… It is completely meaningless.

... As he lays face to face with you, his fingers twist to later push the silky strap of your dress down the curve of your left shoulder ... intently watching you. His white shirt is unbuttoned at the neck and unformal at the bottom, rolled up, revealing a little of his heavenly skin, and his loosely tied tie speaks for itself, exposing those godly collarbones.

He is unconcerned... Loose… In the present, but not fully present. His fingers continue to delicately walk the side of your neck, then tuck some of your hair behind your ear.

You swear you see an ember in his hot deaden stare.

But are you really noticing it, or do you wish it was there?

Damn, right, the lamplight gently falls on his face and begins to warm you up. A warm tease at the end of spring that you are not sure how to handle. You have no idea how to deal with him. The warmth grows as he holds the side of your face in his palm. You should know what he means by such intimate gestures, but then you should also know better.

Hair strands fall over his face... over his eyes.

His hair is messy. Dark. Sultry. When he is not at his peak, he drives you insane. When he is at his most natural. Most lazy. When he does not seek perfection. He is a tantalizing sight... And when he looks at you with tired eyes, he runs you into the ground.

And he is aware. Wonbin is aware of the effect his dreamy looks have on you, so he employs them against you.

So you prefer to look at his loosened tie rather than his eyes. You wish you could despise him for being such a mother*ucker, but most importantly for being a mother*ucker to you, yet—

... You flinch as his thumb presses against your bottom lip, tilting your chin up. You are always far too frail! You are always too immersed in the moment, even beyond the moment... You are always further away—kissing him, loving him, even marrying him—all while he is... well, just... here.

His thumb drags indecently along your bottom soft, and the pull on your chin to keep looking at him is strong and fixed.

You proceed to grab his wrist, to get him to stop, to make this the last night, to bring it to an end, and your (his) bracelets ring with the movement. They glint slightly. A pleasant muffled clinking that, unknowingly to you, gives him a hard-on.

Because your bodies move until they, too, are brought together, the sheets begin to form bulges as they are brought together.

You are thinking about fighting him. To provide him with a broad spectrum of reasons why he is a jerk. To argue against his cruel ways. To downgrade his beliefs. To expose all of his lies—

But, yes... Wonbin has never lied to you. If there is one thing he never does, it is lie to you. Even in his pursuits, he is pragmatic.

And you are in this state... this state when you consider the end so near, just until he tightens his grip on your chin even more, and his black orbs intertwine with yours in a sadistic dance.

It takes you years to build up this courage, and it only takes him seconds to destroy it. 

And although his cards are all spread and open for you, you will never understand what he wants. Always so precalculated, firm, & rooted.

And so, of course, you can not comprehend such a mind because the moment he bites his lips, your questions begin to tingle.

That is how, instead of coming up with reasons and solutions to validate your feelings and make sense of the situation, your teeth clench as you imagine his lips and their taste of naked peach. Of course, you want them right under your ear. Of how you want them soft, then irritated as he gets the words rolling. And you begin to forget everything as you whimper and shake beneath him, his teeth raving with your neck.

“I think—” you interject. 

A “Mh-hmm” comes out muffled from the sloppy makouts with your throat, then his lips start climbing your neck.

“I,” you do your best to breathe, weakened and dumbed by the edges of his midnight hair that spill over his face in an attempt to reach you. His gaze is damned, riled, & his lips are roused from his attacks as he hovers above you.

“I think I—I want this to s-stop,” you eventually manage. Brows tying in anger with him... with yourself. In burning hums that bang on the door of his lashes.

But never… Never at his heart...

“Uh huh... I don’t think so,” Wonbin mocks, smirking. “Notice your body.” His hand reaches for the hem of your silk, gradually riding the fabric and feeling every inch of your awakened skin. “How you react,” he breathes.

And when his nose brushs against yours, you know you are about to collapse all over again. For an idiot. As an idiot... A tremor runs down your spine, followed by a series of sweet heart kicks... An absolute nothing.

Your cheeks are hot, shamed, and raged, and if he touches or kisses them, it will get worse.

... And Wonbin will. do. just. that—pushing your nerves into a corner and leaving you feverish and sweating. He is taunting and kissing your vulnerability for him. And, surprisingly, so, you are leaving him wanting more, inviting him back for another round, another loop of your lovley moans.

“Your shivers speak of anything other than what your angel mouth is letting on,” he says, his teeth peaking in an evil half-smile-half-bite inches from you. “You know, you”

Yes, you know...

“are,” Wonbin’s lips ghost along yours; “soooo,” his mouth gapes; “bad,” the tip of his tongue tases to subdue you; “for lying. You know what the consequences of lying are?”

Oh, you are so about to lose all over again.

His body is hot against yours,

as your “reasonably ” made-up lies are washed away by his truth, no matter how ugly it is. Your stifled moans & the clink of your bracelets make him dizzy.

© 𝟭-𝟰𝟵. do not copy, translate, repost, and modify my works.

[onyourj-uls]

i don't know why lately i've been dreaming so much about wonbin, usually i don't dream or if i dream, they are ugly things (😭😭😭😭) but in less than a week i've dreamt 2 times about him! i feel like my dream was something similar to what i wrote days before, but... i should get a little bit of inspiration from my dream and write it in a mini imagine? cuz my dream was very short, but well... hahah i don't know what to do!

[kaiyunsim]

80’s makeout session —

pairing : idol!anton x non-idol gn!reader

summary : you and your boyfriend, anton, haven’t seen eachother for a while so you and his members decide to surprise him (features wonbin + shotaro + seunghan)

warnings : fluff, making out, anton being lwk touch starved

a/n : first riize fic ! hope u guys enjoy :3 also i wrote this in like 30 mins so yeah !

— w/c : ~1k — not proof read ! —

anton was always a person who liked to show affection, even if it was embarrassing for him. his members would make it their mission to try and tease him as much as possible whenever you were mentioned.

it’s been a while since you’ve seen anton since he’s been busy with his group, preparing for their upcoming comeback. he’s been texting you over and over saying how much he misses you. if the members ever saw your conversations, they would never let him hear the end of it.

missing his contact as well, you decide to take a peak at his schedule and see he has a show soon. now wanting to surprise him, you contact wonbin and see if he’ll let you in backstage. after asking the company, he was actually able to get you a backstage ticket as staff.

you make it to the concert, walking into the backstage to meet up with wonbin. you got some snacks earlier as a thank you to him for letting you in without anton knowing. you see him waiting outside, leaning on the wall, trying to appear nonchalant. you found it funny.

“hey wonbin, thanks for letting me in” you thank him before handing him the package of snacks. you can see his nonchalantness leave him for a moment as he smiles at the food but as soon as he realized he puts the straight face back on.

“we should be thanking you,” wonbin argued, “anton wouldn’t stop talking about how much he missed you”

you giggle at his word but you aren’t surprised. after all, he would always text you about how he would miss you.

wonbin takes you to an empty preparation room before leaving you there to go and grab anton. after a short delay, the door creeks open to reveal the tall brachio boy in front of you who appears stunned that you are in front of him.

“y/n..?” he spurts out, mouth opened from not expecting anything. wonbin told him that there was a surprise here but anton thought he was kidding.

you open you arms reaching for a hug before he closes the door and runs over to give you one. “oh my fucking god i miss you so much,” anton mumbles into your shoulder, “we’re so busy with the comeback and tours”

“i know, but i’m here right now,” you reply with a smile, giggling after being able to see your boyfriend after so long. “i missed you too”

anton takes any remaining words out of your mouths with a much needed kiss with lots of feeling. you could tell he needed it and too be honest, you needed it as well. he leans into you, further deepening the kiss increasing both of your heart rates.

you pull out of the kiss, regaining your breath, “jesus, someone’s needy for some kisses,” you tease anton.

“of course i am, i haven’t seen you in forever. this is the best surprise the hyungs got” he smiles, giving you butterflies in you stomach. how can someone be so cute?

anton digs in for another kiss, this time you lean into him. you could tell he was all giggly cause his hands were on you waist keeping you from leaning in further.

“calm down there y/n,” he chuckled, his smile looking bigger than ever.

“okay then anton, whatever you say,” you roll your eyes but while you’re distracted he kisses you again.

the small sound of the door behind him opens up to shotaro, “the show is starting soon so get ready,” shotaro’s eyes slowly dart to you, “oh and hi y/n,” his voice softer and offering a wave before leaving to get his finishing touches done.

“you should leave and get pretty,” you joke, looking at his messed up makeup.

“you better be here after the show,” he says looking as cute as ever.

some more knocks are followed by that last statement, “hurry up anton, stop making out already,” it was likely the voice of seunghan.

anton flushes, “looks like i should go” he says as you give him a giggly nod. you know his hyungs are going to tease him for this but both of you think its all worth it.

[oracle-of-dream]

A Quick Walk

Summary: Being an assistant to an idol is hard work. Being an assistant to Wonbin is somehow even more demanding–especially when he's needy...

Notes: Male Reader, Idol!Wonbin, Assistant!Y/N, Blowjob, Deepthroating, Cum Swallowing, Eating Pineapple, Face-fucking, Whimpering Wonbin, Head-Pusher Wonbin

You had too many things to worry about. Press conferences, hair and makeup, TV shows, interviews on radio, and live performances. So many, all in such a short amount of time... But, of course, you weren't the one in front of the camera. You worked behind them.

The set was full of lights, cameras, and wires. People scurried about as they moved to get the filming underway. It was past midnight and you'd finally reached the final shoot of the night. Once it wrapped up, then you could go the hell home.

You waited in a side chair with your phone, sorting through messages. More offers inviting them to more events; which meant more paperwork for you.

The director called, "Can we get the talent on stage, please? The band is ready."

That was your cue. You approached a dressing room, knocking before opening the door. Slowly, the door opened and you were greeted by a handsome form. A man with shiny dark red hair; his outfit was a black tank top, a knit cardigan, and blue jeans. He was set with an in-ear headphone and a microphone that sat just below his pink lips. When his dark eyes locked onto you, he smiled.

You nodded in reply to his smile as you stayed on task. You leaned past him to speak into the room, "It's time boys, let's get this done quickly so we can get you back home."

Six other voices replied, letting you know they'd heard you. Shortly after, 7 men stepped out of the dressing room and made their way onto the set. The director gave directions, the cameras and lights were properly calibrated, and the music was tested one last time before it was finally time to start.

The men stood together in a line, and the red-haired man stepped forward. "Thank you so much for having us. We are," He turned to signal the others to finish the sentence with him. "Riize!"

You went back to your staff chair, with the other assistants. Your job was done for now unless any of the talents needed something. Then it was your job to spring into action to do anything they needed. You've been working as Riize's assistant for only a few months, but the job's been a rollercoaster. Flying for tours and somehow making time to sleep between all the activities. You weren't their manager, you were their personal assistant–meaning you had to work with Riize much closer. There were seven assistants in total, one for each member. All of them had to be male, for scandal prevention. You were assigned to be Wonbin's assistant.

Wonbin was really not much trouble. He rarely tried to burden you with requests. Mostly, he asked for drinks when he was tired. Or, at least that was how it started...

A break was called during the shoot. The members were allowed to step off set and rest, each went to their assistants to ask for treats and water. But Wonbin approached you with an all too familiar look in his eye.

"Assistant y/n!" He cheered as he approached with a smile, his chin lowered so he had to look up toward you.

"Yes, Wonbin? Do you want some water?" He nodded, accepting the water you had prepared for him. Between sips, he kept glancing at you. You tried not to notice, looking at your phone as you swiped aimlessly.

"Y/n, can I have something else?" His voice peaked slightly, indicating a smirk.

You sighed. "Of course. If you need me to get something I can go down the street and pick up a snack."

Wonbin shook his head. "Can you walk with me? I wanna stretch my legs." He stretched his back, with a slight grunt, letting his shirt lift a bit to show his v-line. Clearly dropping hints of what he wanted.

It was about two months into your time with Riize when Wonbin got comfortable enough with you to ask for his favorite thing. Sometimes Wonbin would get anxious, too excited, or just bored. He'd ask you to take a walk with him. It seemed innocent at first.

You nodded slowly. "Sure, let's go for a walk."

Wonbin held a hand out to you. You took it, and he laced his fingers with yours. Now you were locked in, you couldn't turn back unless he wanted you to. And Wonbin would never skip a walk with his personal assistant.

He took you down a long hallway, walking at a quick pace. He was practically dragging you. He found a secluded corner and pulled you in, forcing your back against the wall as he trapped you in.

"I promise, I'll be quick... I need it today or I'll never make it through this shoot." He took your free hand and guided it through his hair as he rubbed into the touch. Wonbin loved the feeling of hands in through his hair–your hands specifically.

"Can I use my hand?"

Wonbin whined, pushing up against you as he put his weight on you. "No~ that's not good enough. I need those plump lips today." His fingers poked at your lips as he leaned toward you.

You turned your head to the side as you pulled yourself together. If you let him seduce you completely, then it would be serious trouble. "No kissing. You promised."

"Kissing is for only when we're not busy," He scoffed. "I remember. I was just thinking about it... How good they'll look wrapped around it. They're always prettiest that way."

You rolled your eyes, but your heart raced. "Let's hurry before someone finds us," You muttered. Shifting Wonbin to stand upright, you slid down as your knees hit the floor. Your eyes were level with his crotch. "And, please... don't finish inside this time. It left a weird taste."

Wonbin looked offended. "I'll have you know, I've been eating pineapple every day!" You ignored him as you unbuttoned his pants and unceremoniously pulled his jeans to his ankles. "W-Woah! No foreplay?"

"No time."

"Are you sure that it's just me wanting this?"

You didn't even bother to look up at him. The shit-eating grin on his face was audible enough. "I'm just being a good assistant. If you prefer, we can stop." You started to stand but Wonbin's hand pushed your shoulder down.

"Okay! I get it. Quick suck then back to work. Please..." The way his voice trembled at the end of his sentence made you weak. The sound of him begging was something that sent butterflies into your stomach. But you couldn't afford to get more involved than you were already. You peeled Wonbin's waistband slowly before sliding down his underwear. His cock, rock hard and excited to see you, twitched as it felt your breath on it. "Please, y/n," Wonbin pleaded softly, his voice laced with desperation.

"You're so high maintenance..." You sighed before taking his length into your mouth.

No matter how often you did this, Wonbin would always get so... into it. He let out a strangled gasp as your warm mouth wrapped around him. The sensation made him shudder as he covered his mouth.

"Ah! Fuck, y/n, you're perfect." He moaned. His fingers tangled in your hair as his fingers flexed, as he struggled to control himself.

You knew the mission was to get the job done fast so you didn't hold back. You took a steadying breath through your nose before pushing yourself to deepthroat him.

Wonbin's whole body tensed as he slid to the back of your throat. He could feel the way it gripped him, flexing tightly before relaxing as you tried not to gag. "Hyung, holy fuck! Wait–you're so good!" He groaned as he almost buckled over. His other hand found its way to your head, slightly pushing you. His hips jerked as he shook. You knew he started fidgeting once he was close. He also loved calling you hyung in moments like these. "P-Please, just a little slower..." He begged his words loosely dripping from his mouth.

You pulled away to breathe and allow him a chance to compose himself. "You wanna do it?" Wonbin's eyes shook. He couldn't refuse if you were offering, but he knew he couldn't last long if he did...

"Of course, I wanna." His fingers tensed as he pulled your hair, moving you back to his cock. Wonbin's eyes rolled lazily as his hips moved with a desperate speed. You didn't offer to let him control you often–he'd never let this chance pass him. "Fuck, Hyung, you're so tight!" He grunted, and his pace faltered as he tried to hold it. Each stroke was wet heaven as he watched his cock disappear into your mouth. The fatal blow–when you looked up at him, made him lose it. The idol's vision started to tunnel as he focused on your sweet face looking at his. He felt your tongue working over him, the gentle suckles and swirls that you added. It was too much!

His orgasm snuck up on him. It crashed over him mid-thrust. He grunted as his mouth fell open. Instinctively, he pulled up into him, forcing you to take him completely. He bent over, his chest slightly brushing the back of your head as he came. He spilled load after load of hot cum directly into your mouth.

"I'm sorry! S-Sorry! I'm sorry! I can't let go–" His voice was a whisper in your ears, "P-please, swallow. I'm sorry!" It was a storm of pleasure that wracked over his body, as he rode out the aftershocks. He could feel you swallowing around him, milking his dick for every drop, which only made him jerk even more. Finally, once the tremors finished, he slowly let you go.

You pulled away, wiped a tear out of your eye, and put Wonbin back together–packing his cock into his underwear and pulling up his pants. "Good call on the pineapple by the way," You whispered as you guided him back to the set. Filming was just about to start but Wonbin had to see hair and make-up again to get retouched.

You sat back with the other assistants who looked at you with puzzled looks.

"Did you two go for a run or something? Why does he look like that?" One asked.

"The only thing that kid could run is his mouth..." You groaned as you slumped into your chair. You watched him closely as he walked back to the stage.

He noticed you and mouthed an apology to you one last time.

You'd have to get even with him later...

[hangup119]

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twenty-nine. oikawa drip at the function

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SYNOPSIS. not everyone is good at playing obby’s on roblox, and you’re no exception to this rule: after a particularly nasty encounter with another player on roblox’s altitorture, you log into twitter only to find out that the very same player who publicly dunked on your gaming skills turns out to be anton lee, a well-known streamer who also happens to be a friend of a friend. fed up with his fans bombarding your dms with teasing remarks or jealous musings, you decide to end it once and for all by appearing on his next stream with a promise to get through an obby successfully. however, you realize that the only thing you’ll be successful at is falling for anton lee instead.

AUTHOR’S NOTE. no update tomorrow probably since i’ll be busy writing the written chapter 😿 sorry guys

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[nnight-dances]

LOVE 119

PAIRING: park wonbin x fem!reader

GENRE: FLUFF (!!!) with a hint of angst

TROPES: established relationship with age gap, just silly boyfriend girlfriend things because i was in a silly mood, cooking slander, cute lovesick shit.

NOTE: my debut riize fic!!! i know i said i wasn't going to write anything before the vernon fic but guys you have to believe me when i say this fic basically wrote itself. enjoy my wonbin brainrot that was born because i'm scared of getting older but it is what is is, and the way i cope is to write it <3 let me know what you think, ily!

It was never not going to feel weird to you, to have a boyfriend who was younger than you. Forget that Wonbin was only born a year after you, you couldn't shake the weirdness off because you'd never done it before. All of your relationships had been with men older than you, sometimes by outrageous numbers but never so much that they would find a way to abuse their age with you. So why was it that when you'd lay eyes on your current boyfriend and feel a rush of excitement, it made you coil up… like you were doing something wrong?

"You wanna get Wendy's for dinner?" Wonbin asks you, lying upside down on your bed, your white sheets enveloping him and emphasizing his soft edges all over. You blink at him, not meaning to ignore him but ending up leaving his question unanswered when your thoughts pull you back into your head–

It wasn't even like he acted younger. If anything, he was adamant to keep up his tough exterior in front of you most days, only breaking down into the soft romantic he was when you'd show him your own vulnerable sides. In fact, people who knew you were often shocked to find that you were the older one in the equation, eyeing both Wonbin's height advantage and your knack for acting the tantrum-thrower. So, why did you feel this storm brewing in your gut anyway?

"Babe?" Wonbin sits up when you keep staring into space, brows rising in concern, "You good, darling?" The worried tone your boyfriend's questions carry do right to bring you back to earth and you cough in embarassment. Way to start acting your age, you scold yourself, standing up all too quickly. 

But brave the iron-deficient darkness that spots your vision for a moment to declare, "No, no more Wendy's. It's too…" you pause, giving yourself a chance to think over your words, "unhealthy. We should look at what we eat."

Really? You were gonna go for the stubborn mom approach? 

If there was ever a window for you to take back your words, it was definitely closed now because Wonbin's grinning mischeviously, not quite sure what you were acting out about but enjoying the consequences nonetheless. He rolls over, not a minute's thought to the way his hair was sticking every which way. 

"So, what? You're gonna cook us dinner or something?" Wonbin's classic indifference lilts his words but his eyes are sparkling with the possibility of seeing a new side of you.

You cross your arms, a poorly-masked sigh leaving you, "I… will."

With that, you swerve out of your bedroom and pace toward the kitchen, appalled at the situation you were getting yourself into. It was no secret that while you were self-sufficient in most aspects of your life, cooking was far from one of your most-accomplished skills. But that didn't mean you were a complete disaster. 

You take a deep breath as you survey the ingredients in your fridge, brain working over-time to come up with a recipe that could be your dinner for the day. 

"I'd love some rice and vegetable stir-fry–" Wonbin's cheeky comment stops halfway when he sees your glare but the boy is having too much fun because he continues with a wink, "Please?"

"As funny as you are," you turn back around to the fridge, a plan forming in your mind, "I'm not taking orders today, sorry. And thanks to my limited inventory, tonight's dish is–" You set a carton of eggs on the counter with a sweet smile, "Omurice."

Wonbin's grin falls, right from his eyes when he looks at the counter as you start preparing rice and warm up the pan for the dish. "What? It's dinner time, Y/N!" he complains, "and plus, even if omurice was considered dinner in another world, it'd be for kids."

You gasp dramatically at this words but don't pay his words any attention. You hadn't planned to bring out the pouty boy leaning over the counter, frowning at your every unbothered move, but you can't say you're not enjoying it. And what's better is that you know for a fact that your omurice is your best chance at impressing your boyfriend with your cooking skills.

"Wonbin, trust me, you're not gonna regret sticking around for this omurice," you tell him over your shoulder, expertly sliding the eggs around on the pan, "I made this all the time back in my study abroad days in Japan. I learnt from the best."

This meets Wonbin by surprise, "You studied abroad in Japan? What the hell?"

You laugh, "It was a long time ago and only for a year. Not the most interesting thing about me either."

"That's crazy," Wonbin thinks out loud, "I wish I'd studied abroad."

"Why didn't you?"

"I hate travelling, especially for that short of a time. And I hate making new friends so I decided against wasting my energy."

You nod, "Fair enough. Plus," you spin around to grab two plates from the counter, "If you'd gone, I would've never met you when I did."

Wonbin watches you hard at word, chin on his palm, "I guess you're right. I would've been off-campus for junior year and by the time I'd get back, you would've graduated."

"Scary thought," you muse as you get started on the fried rice beside the omelette that you let cook for just a little.

"Not really, I'm sure we would've met either way," Wonbin says with a conviction that has you turning around with an inquistive look. He shrugs at your teasing look, "What? I think it's lame to think we met just by chance."

"Of course it was," you laugh, "I ran into you and spilled my coffee all over you. Babe, that's literally the definition of a chance encounter. I could've ran into anyone else, or maybe you could've never been there waiting for Sungchan."

You're staring on the ketchup decoration when Wonbin responds, "But you didn't. That's exactly it. There was a chance for all of those other things happening, all at random, but you ran into me. I think that has to mean something."

You can't conceal the goofy grin that spills across your lips when you meet Wonbin's expression of absolute gravity. He's so serious about insisting that you were meant to be and it has your heart melting. "You're cute," you sigh, presenting him with your finished products. He's distracted from the conversation when he catches the sight before him.

"Woah," he lets out, looking at you in shock, "Y/N, this looks amazing."

"Wait till you taste it," you pat his cheek, pulling him along to the makeshift dining table you'd set up recently, with a good view of both the huge window across the room and the television in your living room. 

"That's so good," Wonbin groans, speaking with his mouth full, "I'm sorry I doubted your skills, this is the best thing I've tasted."

You laugh, ears redenning at his flattery but relishing the way he can't seem to stop eating the warm dish. "I'm glad you like it," you take a bite yourself, satisfied that you hadn't lost your touch along the years. 

"Insane. I didn't know my girlfriend was hiding her inner cook all this time," he comments, smiling when he's done eating, "What else am I going to find out about you? You weren't in a gang or something before I met you, right?"

"Hold your horses, boy," you shush him, taking his plate to the sink, "You'll find out all my secrets with time."

You're running the plates under water to let them soak up some moisture when you feel your boyfriend's arms around your waist. "Wonbin?" you echo.

The boy's nose settles in the crook of your neck, stealing some of the warmth that rushes there at the contact. "Thank you," he mumbles into your back, "You're so cool. I want to be with you forever."

You choke over your own hitched breath, "You can't just say that!" 

"Sorry," his tone tells you he's not a bit sorry, "I'm just so happy whenever I'm with you. That's why I can't imagine a world where I'm not with you. Right here, holding you while you take care of me."

"If you're trying to kill me, it's really working," you sigh out with hot cheeks, barely managing to finish washing the dishes with all the sickly sweet confessions that are basically oozing out of Wonbin. He laughs a low laugh, kissing your ear as he pulls away. 

Your head feels light, heartbeat irregular because somehow, like always, Wonbin knows exactly what to say. Even if you hadn't voiced your worries out loud, his words were the perfect antidote to the baseless worries you were entertaining earlier. He was so gentle, the way he was reassuring that you weren't the only baby in this relationship, after all, you did your part in looking after him. 

"Tell me," you walk up to him, wrapping yourself around his torso this time, face propped up against his chest to look up at him, "It's your turn to share a secret with me."

"Hmm," Wonbin hums thoughtfully, slowly steering both of your bodies toward the bedroom, closing the door behind him, "I don't know… How about the fact that I was in squash club?"

"You were?" 

"Yeah, I loved it. I went to every single practice when I was a freshamn, even in the middle of the week, because it got my mind off everything," he says quietly, "It was the only place where I could forget trying to be likeable. I didn't have to make friends, just had to be good at the game."

"And were you?" you ask, knowing the answer to the question. 

"Yeah, I think so. That's probably why they wanted to make me captain of the club in sophomore year."

"Oooh, that's amazing. Now it makes sense why your quads are so built," you grin into his skin when he plops both of you onto the bed, "But wait, I don't remember you being captain when I met you?"

"That's because I didn't take the offer. I knew I would have my hands full in junior year and I hate doing things half-heartedly," Wonbin's eyes take on a distant look, but you can tell he doesn't regret his choice a bit. It was his choice, after all. 

"Ah, that's a good policy to have," you kiss his cheek, "Thank you for telling me."

Wonbin's lips lift up in a small smile at your comment, nodding in acknowledgment. "Now… are you gonna tell me what was on your mind earlier today?"

You freeze at his keen observation, averting your gaze in an attempt to skirt it, "I– It was nothing. Just stupid stuff. I'm over it though, so don't worry about it."

"I wouldn't worry about it if you looked in my eye while you said that," your boyfriend catches you again, firm arm bringing you closer to him, "Come on, sweet, let me in. What's wrong?"

You sigh in defeat. "You're too smart. And if you must know, I was just overthinking our age gap."

"Age gap? You mean that I was born 9 months after you?"

You glare at him, "Okay, I don't appreciate your fact-based attacks on my weaknesses. And an age gap is an age gap. It's my first time being with someone younger."

"So it's natural to feel weird," he completes your thought for you, "But you've always been so chill about it, what made this come up?"

"Not sure," you wonder yourself, "I've been feeling older recently. Even though my birthday was a month ago. I don't know, I feel like I'm not responsible enough sometimes, especially with you– I don't want to make you do everything."

"You don't," Wonbin brushes a thumb against your cheek. "You're always checking up on me, Y/N. And you're the one who made sure we were always communicating with each other, even about the small things. I think you'd pass the old soul check any day."

You chuckle softly at your boyfriend's reassurance, "You're not wrong. But you're sure I'm… enough?"

Wonbin frowns at your concern, "Hey, now that's a bigger issue than our age gap. Of course– You're more than enough, Y/N. Did you not hear me earlier? I can't imagine not being with you. That means, I can't imagine living without you. I'm like the luckiest guy to have managed to get you in bed with me. I'm serious, you turned my life around when you ruined my favorite shirt that day–"

"And I've apologized endlessly about it–"

"You're the reason I'm not a loner, following Sungchan around all the time because he's the only one who doesn't think of me as a stuck-up idiot. I love you so much."

"Okay, okay, I think I get it," you stop him, hand on your chest when he keeps snuggling closer, lips a breath away from your skin. "I'm not thinking those thoughts anymore, babe. I know you love me. I love you, too."

"Good," he pecks your nose, "But I have to say, you're hot when your older side comes out. Watching you cook me dinner was an experience I'm not forgetting anytime soon."

"I guess I better do it more then," you tease him, fingers running through his soft hair, "I'll go on a grocery run later this week. Cook you that stir-fry you wanted, huh?"

"If you're trying to get into my pants right now, congrats, you've made it," Wonbin laughs, cheeks warm at your bold promise. "But yes please, and can I come grocery shopping with you?"

"Sure you won't get bored? Grocery shopping is a boring adult chore, you know–"

"Okay, I don't think you're allowed to use your age to belittle me–"

"Or what? You're gonna get mad at me?"

"I hate you– I'm gonna go home if you're gonna–"

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry, babe, come back!" 

[nicholasluvbot]

YOU LIKE A PRETTY BOY, WITH A PRETTY VOICE ☆ PARK WONBIN

( situationship texts with wonbin ୨୧ ) smau , fluff , wonbin is toxic and possesive in the first half , but turns into a sweetheart later dw , wonbin is in a band , nicholas from &team mentioned because sigh...

[atzhrts]

your camera roll if wonbin was your boyfriend ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི

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[04:16AM]

Note : Hi everyone back from the writer's block!! Ignore any mistakes lol idk what this is I couldn't sleep so I wrote this for him <3!!

The dark night sky above displayed millions of stars, twinkling unusually under the absence of the moon. The most absurd hours were always the best times to find inner peace, especially on nights like these. When life seemed to be at its toughest, bringing with it countless restless nights, you had always found yourself under the open sky accompanied by a cup of tea and the silence the night brought.

Sitting in a chair on the balcony felt eerily peaceful, it seemed like today you were the closest you had ever been to the stars. It was always lonely, but you enjoyed getting to escape the stress in your life and get some time to yourself. However, tonight felt different. It felt more hollow, more empty, more lonely.

Trailing off in your thoughts with eyes glued to the sky, the click of the balcony door startles you a little. You whip your head around to check the source of the sound, only to be met with a worried silhouette.

“What are you doing up so late?” Wonbin asks quietly, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

You smile at your boyfriend's barely visible sleepy state as he makes his way towards you. Even though you did feel bad for being the cause of his disrupted sleep, secretly you wished he’d wake up to find you hiding in plain sight.

“Couldn’t sleep…” you reply with a shrug, looking back at your original view.

Taking a seat next to you on the ground, his gaze follows yours to the darkness overhead. Bringing his knees to his chest, he asks with a suppressed yawn,

“Is something on your mind?”

You don’t need to tell him how you feel, somehow every time it seems like Wonbin magically already knows when you aren’t feeling your best.  

“A lot, actually”

“You want to talk about it?”

“Not right now”

“I see…” His eyes make you their subject now, his arm propped up against his knee and his palm supporting his face.

You tilt your head slightly to look at him. Even in the dark of the night with no moonlight to provide a glow, he looks as ethereal as could ever look. You can barely make out his features, but his eyes are shining even through the tiredness they bore.

You don’t realise how long you’ve been staring at him until you hear a soft chuckle from him. Leaning forward to brush a few stray strands of hair away from your face, his fingers slowly trace down your face, hand eventually resting there.

The smile painted on his lips is one thickly laced with love and adoration for the person he cares about the most, you.

“You know, you can tell me when you aren’t feeling good.” He says in a quiet, yet concerned voice, “Even if I’m not much of a talker, I’ll always be here to listen.”

Your hand makes its way up to find his, gently placing itself on top to feel his warmth, his presence. You nuzzle your cheek into his touch, looking back at him with the same smile that never left your face.

“I know” you mumble softly, not wanting to disturb the peace the night bore, “For now, let’s just stay like this.”

Once again, he gently smiles at you, a nod tagging along as he obliges to your request. Pulling his hand away from your touch, he repositions himself next to you. Instead, his arm snakes around your waist, bringing you closer to his figure. In response, you lean into him, resting your head on his shoulder, the best spot to find comfort. He too, places his head on top of yours, closing his eyes to take in as much of the moment he could.

The night brought you comfort, but being in Wonbin’s embrace was your one and only safe space.

Title : [04:16AM] || Word count: 642 || Genre: comfort/fluff!! || Pairing: bf!Wonbin x implied Fem!Reader (though I tried to make it gender neutral I think)

Tagging: @armysantiny @koishua @mosviqu (hope you don't mind bae <3)

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✦ WHEN YOU MATCH RIIZE’S FREAK — PT.02

001. PAIRING , riize ! hyung line × female reader 002. GENRE , fluff, scenarios NOTE FROM SENA , hope this one matches, check the pt.1 in mlist 🤍 MASTERLIST!!

OSAKI SHOTARO . . . ✦

You hated social gatherings. The small talk, the forced laughter, the suffocating sense of pretense—it was your personal nightmare. Yet here you were, smack in the middle of one, surrounded by old friends who insisted on reminiscing about "the good old days" with people you could barely remember. You sipped your drink, trying to drown out their chatter, when your phone buzzed in your hand. A lifeline.

You furrowed your brows, pretending to look troubled as you glanced at the screen. “Umm…” you muttered, your voice just loud enough to catch their attention.

“Is it your boyfriend?” one of the girls asked, her tone dripping with curiosity.

You nodded solemnly, clutching your phone like it was a distress signal. “He doesn’t really like me being out late,” you mumbled, playing the part of the timid, doting girlfriend.

“Oh, that must suck,” another chimed in sympathetically, leaning closer. You bit back a smirk and quickly gathered your things, slipping your phone to your ear as you stood. “I should take this,” you whispered, your voice shaking with just enough faux guilt to sell the act.

Once you were outside and safely out of earshot, you let out the biggest sigh of relief, practically melting into the cold night air. You pressed the phone closer to your ear. “Did I ever tell you how much I love you?” you gushed, your voice dripping with gratitude.

Shotaro’s soft laugh came through the line, warm and familiar. “All the time. But go ahead, I’ll take the compliments.”

“You’re a lifesaver,” you added, smiling as you placed a loud, exaggerated kiss on the phone.

There was a pause, and then Shotaro spoke, his tone amused but logical. “Okay, but you might want to get home. If they see you grinning like that or hear you sounding this happy, they’ll know you lied.”

You stifled a laugh, realizing he was absolutely right. “Touché,” you admitted, climbing into the taxi you’d booked in advance—another failsafe in your grand escape plan. “But doesn’t this officially make us that couple? The weird one that always avoids gatherings?”

Shotaro chuckled again, the sound like a warm hug over the phone. “Maybe. But if we’re freaks, at least we’re matching ones.”

The words made you pause, a soft warmth blooming in your chest. It was true. Shotaro got it—your aversion to social obligations, your desire to slip away unnoticed. He understood because he was the same. On the rare occasions he found himself trapped in similar situations, you’d happily play the villain for him too, spinning some story about being “the clingy girlfriend” just to give him an out.

You leaned back in the seat, a content smile tugging at your lips. “We’re freaks,” you agreed, the word somehow feeling like the highest compliment when shared with him. “And proud,” Shotaro replied.

SONG EUNSEOK . . . ✦

The winter chill seeped through the walls of your room, wrapping around everything like an unwanted guest. The two of you were cocooned under layers of blankets, tangled together in a nest of warmth and laziness. But today’s cuddle session felt different—it was cold, really cold. The kind of cold that made the thought of getting out of bed seem like a Herculean task.

“My feet are soooo cold,” you whined dramatically, sliding one of them onto Eunseok’s lap. His shorts-clad thighs were deliciously warm, and you let out a satisfied sigh. Eunseok, however, did not share your enthusiasm. He flinched, jerking back with a groan. “Hey! Get your ice cube feet off me!” he protested, trying to shove your leg away.

You smirked, refusing to budge, and the blanket shifted precariously with your playful wrestling. “But you’re so warm,” you cooed, batting your lashes at him. He narrowed his eyes at you, mischief sparking in his gaze. Without warning, his cold hands slid under your shirt and pressed firmly against your belly. The icy touch made you yelp, your stomach muscles twitching involuntarily as you squirmed.

“Cold yet?” he asked smugly, his teasing smirk lighting up his face.

You narrowed your eyes at him, refusing to back down. Instead, you retaliated by pressing your entire foot, now colder than before, against his lap. He hissed sharply, squirming as if you’d electrocuted him.

“Admit it,” you challenged, triumphant. “You lost, Eunseok.”

His smirk faltered, his eyes narrowing as if considering his next move. And then, like a villain in a rom-com, his hands crept higher under your shirt. The second his freezing fingers brushed your ribs, you shrieked, swatting at his hands.

“Okay, okay!” you whined, laughing despite yourself. “I’ll move my feet. Just—stop with the ice torture!”

Satisfied, he removed his hands, and you begrudgingly pulled your feet away. Both of you sat there, pouting like two sulking kids, the battle momentarily at a truce.

But before the cold could sneak back in, Eunseok shifted closer, pulling you into him under the blanket. His arms wrapped tightly around you, and you buried your face in his chest, your shared body heat slowly melting the frost between you. “You’re lucky I like you,” he muttered, his voice soft against the top of your head.

“Please,” you teased, your voice muffled against his shirt. “You’d freeze without me.” He chuckled, resting his chin on your head as the two of you finally settled into a peaceful rhythm. The blanket was no longer just a shield against the cold—it was your shared fortress, a cozy little world where you could be as ridiculous and freaky as you wanted.

And as the chill outside raged on, neither of you minded. Matching freaks, sharing warmth, and finding joy in the little things—that was your special kind of magic.

JUNG SUNGCHAN . . . ✦

Your boyfriend was handsome. Painfully, unfairly, jaw-droppingly handsome. And no, you weren’t about to deny it—not to yourself, at least. So, naturally, you developed a little habit: snapping pictures of him when he wasn’t paying attention. Sungchan, deep in thought, Sungchan laughing, Sungchan tying his shoelaces—anything and everything. It might have been a little… creepy to some, but in your defense, he was your boyfriend. Still, guilt occasionally crept in.

That guilt skyrocketed when you stepped out of the shower, toweling your hair, and saw Sungchan sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at your phone with wide eyes.

“Oh my god!” he exclaimed, the tone of his voice oscillating somewhere between shock and amusement.

Your heart dropped into your stomach. “What? What happened?” you asked, hurriedly pulling on your sweater and rushing over.

There it was—your phone in his hands. And there it was, the folder. The one you’d tried so hard to keep hidden. He turned to you, his mouth slightly agape, his expression a mix of disbelief and poorly concealed laughter.

“Did you… did you seriously take all these?” he asked, holding the screen up. His face—your favorite subject—was on full display in a collage of candids.

You froze, cheeks blazing red. “I—uh—I swear, those are the only ones!” you stammered, flailing slightly. “I just… I like taking pictures of you, okay? You always look so—” You cut yourself off, already spiraling into damage control. “I know it’s creepy! I get it! If you want to break up—”

“Wait, wait,” he interrupted, his voice cracking with laughter. “You think this is breakup-worthy?”

You blinked, confused by the sudden amusement on his face. Then, to your utter shock, he reached into his pocket, pulling out his own phone. A few taps later, he turned the screen toward you.

It was a folder. Full of pictures of you.

Candid shots of you reading, brushing your hair, tying your shoes, sneezing—each one caught in the most random, unposed moments.

The realization hit both of you at the same time. You’d been sneaking pictures of each other like a pair of lovesick weirdos.

“Oh my god,” you muttered, covering your face as a laugh bubbled out of you.

Sungchan’s head tilted back as he burst out laughing, his whole body shaking with it. “We’re such freaks,” he managed between gasps, wiping at the corners of his eyes.

“Matching freaks,” you corrected, giggling so hard you had to sit down before you fell over.

He wrapped an arm around you, still grinning like a fool. “So, you’re telling me this is normal? That couples just do this?”

You leaned into him, letting out a content sigh. “Normal? No. But us? Definitely.”

The two of you spent the next half hour scrolling through each other’s secret folders, teasing and laughing over the candid moments you’d both captured. What could’ve been mortifying turned into one of those moments that cemented just how perfect you were for each other. Freaks, but freaks in love.

PARK WONBIN . . . ✦

You were sneaking down the hall inside an entirely dark, silent house, only to be caught from your stealth by the faint glass-rattling creaks of the floorboards. It was 3 a.m., arguably the most witching hour for late-night cravings. You had decided to raid the kitchen without waking Wonbin. Your stomach gurgled with hunger, urging you on, but you froze at the doorway.

There he was. By the dim light of the stovetop, Wonbin stood in all his messy-haired glory, fumbling with a bag of noodles while attempting to manage a cutting board.

“Oh,” you said, startled.

“Oh,” he said, eyes wide turning to you.

For a moment the two of you just stared at each other like a couple of deer caught in the headlights; you both had just realized you both were guilty of the same crime.

“You’re hungry?” he asked finally, not like he was the one caught red-handed in mid-noodle prep.

“Oh, come on,” you muttered, crossing your arms. “And so are you, apparently.”

Not bothering to turn on all of that bright light, you slipped into the kitchen and planted yourself beside him, peeking into the bubbling pot of noodles he had going on the stove. "What's with this chaos?" you teased, gesturing to the mess of half-chopped vegetables and stray noodle bits all over the counter.

“I was innovating,” he defended, snatching up a knife to resume his haphazard chopping.

“Sure,” you said dryly, taking a spoon to stir the noodles. The two of you moved awkwardly around the kitchen, bumping elbows, treading on each other's toes but somehow making a bigger mess.

“Geez, how would we survive after marriage?” you commented as you watched him attempt to cut a carrot, the pieces coming out in wildly uneven chunks.

“I’ll learn to cook,” he said with surprising seriousness, as if making a solemn vow. Then, without warning, he leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to the top of your head. The gesture caught you off guard, your face heating up instantly. You mumbled something incoherent, your focus entirely lost until he pointed at the pot.

“Hey, uh… your noodles are about to boil over,” he said, holding back a laugh as you scrambled to turn the heat down.

“Great teamwork,” you muttered sarcastically, glaring at him, but he just grinned like the troublemaker he was.

By the time the two of you finally sat down with your improvised midnight meal, the kitchen looked like it had been through a food fight. You slurped your noodles and glanced at him, his hair sticking up and his shirt dusted with flour for reasons you didn’t even want to question.

“How freaky is it that we’re doing this?” you asked, gesturing vaguely at the chaos around you.

“Pretty freaky,” he agreed, his grin softening as he reached over to steal a bite from your bowl. “But it’s our kind of freaky.” And as you laughed together, you couldn’t help but think how perfectly, wonderfully mismatched you were at 3 a.m. in a messy kitchen.

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݁ 𝟷𝟷 : 𝟷𝟷 - "What Position Yall In?" ft. Maknae Line

Ot7 x fem!reader

Summary: Riize getting jealous

Cw: nsfw, +18, established relationship, crack fic, jealousy, possessiveness, slight toxic relationship

Hyung Line vers.

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─── ⋆⋅ Wonbin

─── ⋆⋅ Seunghan

─── ⋆⋅ Sohee

─── ⋆⋅ Anton