>> college au, collegefuckboy!wonbin, inexperienced!reader, fem reader, noncon, alc and weed mentioned, small(?) age gap (both adults), size kink, fingering, p in v, wonbin's kinda misogynistic, unprotected sex, porn w barely any plot???
as you stepped out of the car, the slight breeze that swept through the leaves and dust on the road made the black thong you were wearing peek out in plain view. the denim skirt over it was short, even shorter than your usual clothing. it felt like a costume. a desperate attempt at inclusion. you were the last to follow your group of friends into the house, watching as they laughed together, not even bothering to wait for you or to see if you were following. the atmosphere was already bustling. strobe lights, cups scattered all around, bodies grinding against each other in every corner of the room. the house had a pungent scent of weed and sweat. the sight of the chaos made you feel out of place. the smell of the house made you even more uncomfortable than the initial party itself. as you scanned the house, you watched a couple drunkenly smack their lips together in a corner, a group of guys snorting a mysterious powder. it felt awkward in your own head. you didn't belong here. not in the way that you were a recluse, but you certainly had never even thought of snorting powder, or drinking. your friends were already moving toward some group of guys, leaving you standing alone in the kitchen. you hesitantly poured a cup of liquor and downed it with a grimace.
the night went on in the same uncomfortable grime, with the exact same people. you pushed through the burning sensation in your chest, swallowing a few more cups of liquor. your stomach felt like an inferno and your head was light. the alcohol buzzed through your system, making everything feel much more loose. you stumbled through the house, opening doors frantically in a search for a bathroom. as you twisted the handle, you walked into a laundry room. sitting criss-cross apple sauce was a tall guy clothed in a baggy hoodie, black hair falling over his eyes. he looked almost too beautiful to be real. you hadn't met him before, but the alcohol that coursed through your veins moved you toward him. you gazed at him in a druken haze for a little while before turning to leave. however, his voice a low rumble, made you stop for a second.
you slowly turned around, and his and your eyes met once more.
"who're you?" he slurred, his eyes low and red-rimmed. "you're pretty." he gave a dopey smile, revealing white teeth. his smile was too practiced, too easy. he's obviously done this before. you felt a rush of heat crawl up your neck, mixed with the vibration buzzing through your bones from the drinks. "oh, thank you." unstable, but deliberately, you stepped further into the room, noticing the musky smell in the air and weed flakes on the floor. the miniscule conversation turned into laughter and deep conversations. he had such a way with words. well, to your brain, the intoxication makes his attention tooth-rottingly sweet. the alcohol made his voice feel loose and dreamy. the way he spoiled you with compliments made you melt. it was almost as if you were a dried plant, desperate for water with the way you soaked in his words. it was almost pitiful that your desperation would blind you. you would have said no when he told you he was a senior because you're only a freshman. you would've said no especially when offered the blunt. you hadn't even smoked a day in your life and you were way too scared to even try. oddly enough, the void in your chest demanded to be filled with thrill, and your mind demanded an escape. he flicked the lighter to life, heating the end of the joint. smoke filled the air as it burned, sending ash flakes to the white, tiled floor. it smelled like earth and gasoline. you looked at him nervously, watching as he took a drag. he blew the smoke out towards you.
"it's alright. it'll burn a little, but you'll feel good. c'mere."
his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer into his side. he held the blunt up to your lips, teaching you how to inhale smoothly. you coughed immediately, your throat burning, making your head spin even more than it already was from the liquor. it took a little before you started to notice the fuzzy feeling inside, the way your mouth was sticking together, how everything seemed so much louder and more direct. his skin felt warm against the fabric of your skirt, your legs laying on top of his. as the blunt burned between you both, his touches became bolder, his hands exploring the planes of your body. the alcohol lowered your inhibitions significantly, and the weed made you feel pliant. wonbin noticed how melted you were in his hands, how the weed made you so calm. it would be easy to touch you like that. you wouldn't fight him off, despite the fact he was 22 and you were 18, and how you've never really done this. you came here, wearing that thong, that slutty outfit. what else could you want other than to get fucked? wonbin saw an opportunity, so he took it. the soft caress of his fingertips against your smooth thighs made his heart twinge with excitement. the thought of corruption pleased him more than anything else in the room.
you don't even recall what he was rambling about, you just remember how he hauled you onto his lap, laughing mockingly about how easy it was to get you like this. you straddled him, your knees pressed against the cold, hard floor on either side of his muscular thighs. his large hand roughly pulled off your skirt, revealing your thong-clad pussy. the fabric was already wet. all it took was some pet names and some touch to get you moist, it was pathetic and unwanted. but nonetheless, wonbin only saw it as submission. it felt like your body was betraying you in some distant way, while your mind couldn't even form a coherent thought to tell you whether you wanted this or not. you rested your head against his shoulder, eyes half closed as your thong dropped down to your lower thighs. the moment his fingertip breached you, it stung. a bright, biting flash right at the opening. your body clenched instinctively, tears pricking your eyes. you whimpered softly, gripping his shoulders as he pushed deeper inside you, stroking your front wall.
"fuck, you're so tight. probably a virgin, huh? it's okay. i'll take care of you."
he pulled out his finger slightly, gentling the touch. his other hand moved to your hip, gripping tightly. he let his finger curl deep inside you every so often, guiding your hips so your clit is grinding relentlessly against his knuckles. you moaned uncontrollably. your body and mind were two opposite forces, yet, both were somewhat pliant as he got you wetter and wetter. a gasp fled your lips as he pulled his finger out abruptly. "you're small.. wonder if it'll bulge.." he muttered, more to himself than you. he used the hand that was inside you to unbuckle his jeans with haste, freeing them enough to be able to slide down his boxers and let his cock leak milky white goo against his hoodie. his tongue darted out to lick his lips, and he was breathing so heavy it was audible and strong against your ear. you babbled softly, incoherently from the alcohol and weed's heavy blanket as he moved. he softly interjected with occasional mhms and yeas just to keep you distracted enough so he could keep using your body for his own pleasure. as soon as he slowly started to slide inside you, an involuntary, choked gasp broke your babbling. he groaned loudly, sliding so deep inside you the head of his cock nearly slammed into your cervix. the sensation of his cock drilling through your walls felt torturous, yet the pressure was so intense, your body couldn't help but to expand for him.
wonbin felt your body inviting him in, and it just spurred him on further. he kept thrusting slow and deep, just riding out the feeling of your walls getting looser and wetter. you swore on your entire life that you didn't want this, that you never even introduced the idea of getting fucked on in a laundry room like this, but your body couldn't help accommodating his huge length. he focused intensely on your abdomen, watching his hips shift up and the bulge of his cock move higher with them. his mouth stays open, guttural groans and low moans spilling out as he speeds up. your head lolls against his shoulder, mouth open, high whimpers coming out uncontrollably. you were so full, so full of this random senior, raw. the pressure of him, the way he slammed into your cervix with his rhythm made heat pool in your belly. your stomach felt taut, and the pleasure was like a tight coil ready to snap. your drool dripped down onto his shirt, leaving a small wet patch. as you got closer, you clenched tightly around wonbin, making his rhythm even faster. the pleasure mixed with pain, and at this point, you were so close to the edge your legs started to shake against his. with a final thrust against your cervix, you finally came, a white-hot flash of intense pleasure that made you scream. your toes curled and your hips bucked against him. you immediately felt warm spurts inside you as he came, groaning and moving with shallow thrusts.
as wonbin stopped moving inside of you, you slumped against him, body heavy with exertion. the room was filled with your mingled pants, your fingers curled tightly into his shirt. he stayed like that for a moment, just still and deep inside you. his arms wrapped around you tightly, making you unable to even try and free from his grasp. you had no idea how you were going to get home right now.
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