#wonbin riize

𖥔 ͙ࣳ⠀ ✙ 𖥟‎ㅤ̥˚̩̩̥· ♥︎ 𖡦

✚⃞✚⃞ ♡ 𖠁 ♡ 𖠁 𝚟𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕 👼🏻⠀ ۫ ͏͏͏͏͏͏ ♥︎ 𝄞 ॱ़۫ ͏͏͏ 🩰

ొ✼ᣟ݂ 𖥟ॱ ✣𑪐ິ〭꠶ "𓂂 ✣𑪖〪͙ັ 。

✟ٝ𓂂 ˚ ✣𑪖〪͙ັ 。𖠁 𖢅 ° , ✣ 🍧

NSFW audio! requested!

wonbin loves letting you ride him.

𝗆𝗒 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒

𝗈𝗍6! 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 (riize is 7!) 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: nsfw content, dom/sub dynamics, jealousy kink, body worship, cockwarming, overstimulation, praise and emotional dominance, size kink, obsession, brat taming, mirror sex, slow rough sex, edging, possessiveness, soft but filthy aftercare. minors dni. 18+ only. 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍: 1219 𝗆.𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍! a/n: lmk if u want a seunghan kink post!

╋━ ANSWER FOR ME

♱ when wonbin’s phone rings during alone time and he tells u to answer it

your black lace panties were pulled to the side by your boyfriend— whose drool was dripping down your cunt as he tasted your sweetness like he hadn’t eaten all day. your legs were pushed up to your chest by his forearms as you moaned out, gently pulling on his locks.

“bin— fuck please” you cried out, not sure what you were pleading for. all he did in response was moan at the taste of your sweet juices on his tongue.

then, interrupting your pleasured state, his phone starts ringing somewhere on the bed near you.

wonbin pauses, lips slick, chin and nose glistening with your arousal. he looks up at you. “answer it, baby” he says nodded at you. “what-“ you blink up at him, eyes wide. “you heard me, answer it for me” he says, voice gentle but challenging.

you pick up his phone, hand rather shaky. “put it on speaker” wonbin adds before dipping his head back down, tongue flicking your clit vigorously. you hesitantly push the green button, setting the phone down on your chest. a voice almost immediately comes through his phone

“yo bro” your back arches off the bed, one hand flying to cover your mouth as you try not to let a single sound out. “can’t talk” he says innocently, detaching his mouth from your cunt to speak for a second “kinda busy right now.”

you whimper, and he leans up to lay open mouth kisses to your neck. he takes the phone, placing it next to your head “say hi, baby.” his voice dripping out softly, despite the sheer dirtiness of it all.

:¨ ·.· ¨: 𓈒⠀⠀ Back to the Old House 𓏸ㅤ۪ ︶ྀི

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♡゙⠀⠀ . ⠀˚ 𓂂 　̩̩͙̼̩̩͙* ᵕ 𔓕 ♡゙⠀⠀ . ⠀˚ 𓂂 　̩̩͙̼̩̩͙* ᵕ 𔓕 ♡゙⠀⠀ . ⠀˚ 𓂂 　̩̩͙̼̩̩͙* ᵕ 𔓕

✎: non-idol fwb!wonbin x fem!reader

wc — 1.4k

content — established fwb, jealousy, possessiveness, smut, explicit sexual content, fingering, p in v sex, dirty talk, praise kink, dom wonbin, sub reader, manhandling, claiming kink, jealous wonbin, jealous reader, mutual pining denial, creampie, panty stealing (affectionate), feelings confession, fluff at the end, minors DNI

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Wonbin was a jealous person. There's no way around it. Now, that doesn't mean he's entitled to be jealous…

You and Wonbin are in the same friend group. You all met in university during first-year orientation. You and him were close friends since you shared many classes, but this dynamic changed during the second semester of third year. You don't even remember how it started—you just remember the first time you ended up on Wonbin's bed, making a FWB deal.

One you regret deeply.

The deal?

1. You guys are exclusive in the aspect of sleeping with each other.

2. You can flirt with other people, but if it's getting serious, the deal needs to end.

3. Don't catch feelings.

First two rules? Easy for you. You were never the type to go around flirting with random people (which is not the case for him—he has people falling at his feet, flirting with him, and he loves to entertain).

The third rule, though? Well, you broke that one the day the deal was made. Even before it started.

Truth be told, you always had a little crush on Wonbin. It was inevitable. He was attractive and was always nice toward everyone—a kind soul.

At the time you made the deal, you still hadn't reached post-nut clarity. You didn't think that the deal would deepen your feelings for him. To make things worse? Nobody in your friend group knows… or they pretend not to know.

That's the predicament you're in right now. In love with your FWB. Looking at him dancing with another girl at the party you're currently at, while you can't do anything but seethe in jealousy inside.

Well, two can play that game.

You've never tried to make him jealous cause you didn't see a point in it. But the mix of the crappy drink in your red cup and the sight in front of you definitely changed your mind.

You look around, scanning the dance floor, and you see Heeseung—captain of the basketball team. He's tried to flirt with you once or twice, but you never let it happen for a long amount of time.

Heeseung catches you staring at him, smiles, and calls you over.

You go to him. He grabs your arm and twirls you. "Wanna dance, pretty?"

"I do, in fact." You smile at him.

He pulls you close, both of you swaying to the beat of the song playing. You let yourself go, having fun.

You almost forgot why you went to the dance floor… almost. Because you feel a pair of eyes burning into the back of your skull.

You don't look back. You want to pretend you don't notice Wonbin's gaze on you.

You must look distracted because Heeseung asks if everything's okay. You just nod toward him.

He nods back, then pulls you closer, putting his hands on your waist, wrapping his arms around you. You let him. You put your arms around his neck.

Heeseung's hands start to go lower, near your ass.

That's when Wonbin snaps.

He crosses the dance floor, leaving the girl he was dancing with alone. He doesn't even look at Heeseung—he just grabs your wrists and drags you out of there, ignoring Heeseung's protests and your feigned confusion.

He takes you upstairs to a vacant room.

"Wonbin, what are you doing?"

"Me?" He turns on you, eyes blazing. "What the fuck are you doing with Heeseung? The basketball team captain, really?"

"I don't see the issue." You fake innocence.

"He's a fuckboy. And you were looking awfully close dancing with him."

"So I can't dance with him, but you can dance with other girls?"

"That's different. I wasn't all up on the girl I was with. There's a difference."

"Let me rephrase." You cross your arms. "You're allowed to flirt and I'm not, just because you're jealous? I thought we were allowed to flirt with anyone we wanted in this agreement."

That's when he starts seeing red.

"You were not flirting with him." He steps closer, towering over you. "He was touching what's mine."

"Yours?" you say, backing up until the back of your knees hit the bed.

"Yeah, baby." His voice drops low, dangerous. "Mine to touch. Mine to taste." He leans in, lips brushing your neck. "Mine to fuck."

You breathe out a moan.

"And I'm gonna show you what happens when you let other men touch you."

He kisses you deeply while laying you down on the bed with some force.

He takes his shirt off and slides your top up just enough to see your chest.

"Fuck, look at these perfect tits." He grabs one. "All mine."

He attaches his mouth to one and sucks your nipple.

"Bin—" you moan.

He moves your skirt up to take off your panties. He sees how wet you are. "So wet… better be all for me."

"All for you, Bin—fuck," you say as he starts circling your clit.

He pushes a finger in, and you moan at the contact. He adds another. "Gotta stretch this tight little pussy."

You moan as he curls his fingers inside you, his thumb stimulating your clit while his other hand plays with your nipple. You're a moaning mess.

"I'm gonna cum, Bin—"

"Hold it. If you're gonna cum, it better be on my cock."

He takes his fingers out and grabs your legs, manhandling you so you're face down, ass up. You hear him unzip his pants.

He takes his cock and drags it through your folds, then taps it against you teasingly.

You whimper in protest. "Bin, come on, please—"

"I don't know if you deserve to cum today."

You arch your back, pushing your hips up, silently telling him to stop teasing and just take you.

He finally slides into you.

"Fuck… you're so tight, even after all the times I've fucked you dumb on my cock."

All you can do is moan his name into the bed beneath you.

His strokes are powerful but slow.

"I need to see your face while I fuck you."

He turns you around again and pushes your skirt up. He taps his shaft against you once more before sliding back in slowly.

"Fuck, Bin… so full—"

He places a hand around your throat and starts thrusting again, faster now, stronger.

"Who do you belong to?"

You don't answer at first, too overwhelmed by the feeling.

He stops completely and looks you in the eyes.

"Who do you belong to, pretty? I will only continue if you answer me."

"You, Bin—fuck—I belong to you."

"Good girl," he says, picking up his pace again.

He's fucking you with an intensity you've never felt before.

"Mine. This pretty pussy belongs to me. Never let other men touch you, okay, baby?"

"Fuck, yeah, Bin—I'm gonna cum—"

"Cum, baby. Be loud. Let them know who's fucking you this good.”

You fall apart around him. He keeps going, pushing you through it.

"I'm gonna cum too—" he groans, finishing inside you, his body tensing with each release.

He pulls out and collapses beside you.

"That was insane," you say, staring at the ceiling.

"You made me jealous on purpose, pretty girl," he says.

"Maybe…"

"Why?"

"Bin, I'm tired of pretending it doesn't bother me when you flirt with other girls."

He turns to you, surprised.

"I'm tired of pretending I don't like you. I know we said no feelings, but I liked you even before we started this."

You study his face, waiting for a reaction.

He smiles.

"I like you too, pretty," he says, gently caressing your cheek. "I'm sorry I entertained the flirting. I was trying to see if I had an effect on you like you do on me. Ass move, I know."

"Yeah, it was," you pout.

He kisses your pout. "Let me take you on a real date and ask you properly. I don't wanna do it like this."

You smile and nod.

You both get up, and he casually slips your panties into his pocket.

"Bin, give me my panties."

"Don't want to."

"Wonbin, your cum is dripping out of me."

He leans in and whispers in your ear, "Good. Maybe then men will get the hint," before pecking your lips.