֗ ꫂ DUMB LITTLE THING ⠀── P. WONBIN !
✸ ︎⠀⠀ .bf!wonbin x f!reader ! ⏜💬 𝓌hen your boyfriend comes back home for tour, he doesn’t want to waste a single second . . . smut ( MDNI 18+ ) 𓂃 dumbification , overstim , praise & dirty talk , messy unprotected sex (don’t do this) , creampie , slight spit play , crying from pleasure , pet names . wc 1.1k
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wonbin walked through the front door all flushed and grinning, his bags dropping next to his feet. he outstretches his arms to you like he couldn’t wait a second longer to feel you. you barely had time to close the door behind him before he was pulling you into his lips were hot and desperate against yours, hands sliding under your t-shirt and roaming like he’d forgotten what your skin felt like.
“missed you,” he murmured, again and again between his kisses. all the while his hurried footsteps led you backwards into the bedroom. “thought about this every single fucking night.”
you tried to talk first. tried to ask him how the last show went, if he’d eaten yet, even if he was tired. instead, every word dissolved in your mouth apart the second his fingers slid into your shorts. he was trembling against you a little from need.
you looked up at him. you could see how his shirt was scrunched at the neck like he was pulling at it, his hair messy and damp with light sweat, eyes locked on you like he couldn’t believe you were real.
“i’m finally here,” he breathed, fingers curling into your waist over your shirt.
“been so long,” he whispered again, forehead pressed to yours. “too long.”
and then he was kissing you again. even deeper, slower, filthier — and it only took a few more seconds for you to fall back onto the freshly washed sheets. his body was heavy over yours, mouth everywhere, hands shaking with the restraint of not just taking you right then and there.
within the next hour, he’s already got you stuffed full of him, one leg hooked over his shoulder, your body pressed deep into the mattress. you were sure he was trying to deeply bury himself inside you.
“missed this pussy so fucking much,” wonbin groans into your neck, voice all hoarse from the last string of orgasms,“you feel how good you squeeze me, baby? it’s like your body missed me too.”
your nails grip and scratch down his back, your thighs trembling uncontrollably. you were already wrecked but wonbin’s not done. not even close. tears brimmed the corners of your eyes from the sheer volume of pleasure you felt.
“so pretty when you cry,” he murmurs, pulling back just enough to see the way your expression twisted, lips glossy with spit and slick. “look at you…dumb little thing. can’t even talk to me, huh?”
you whimper when he slows the pace of his hips, not stopping, but now just dragging his cock painfully slow against every swollen, overstimmed inch of you. he’d already made you come twice. he hadn’t even let you down from the second one before pushing back in, and pushing you to where you were now.
“bin— too much, i can’t—”
“yes you can,” he cuts in, soft but still firm. he wiped a tear from your cheek with his thumb, ever so gently before he grabs your jaw with a tight grip. “you can take it. you’re doing so good, sweetheart. just take me, yeah?”
you nod weakly, or try to at least. your head’s spinning. your body twitches every time his hips roll inside you deep and heavy. he was rocking into you slow enough to make your brain melt but strong enough to have you squirming all the same.
wonbin leans down to your face, licking his way into your mouth like he owns it. then you feel him spit on your tongue and kiss you deeply right after. he groans when you moan into it like you’re already too far gone.
“you don’t need to think, baby,” he whispers, nuzzling his nose against yours. “i got you. just let go. let me fuck you dumb.”
your legs shake even more when he hits that spot again — the one spot that makes your back arch entirely, eyes roll, body tremble, and lips part yet not being able to form any words.
his hands trail down your sides, hips locking you in place when you try to squirm away.
“nuh uh,” he hums, “you said you missed me too, so take it. let me fill you up again. wanna watch it drip out of you after.”
your mouth opens again like you’re gonna protest, but all that comes out this time is a broken whine. your brain’s gone too hazy, the heat pooling in your gut all over again even though you swore you couldn’t come again.
wonbin’s eyes are wild, but soft when he looks down at you. “mmh, that’s it,” he praises, thumb slipping between your lips again. “my pretty little thing. all mine.”
and then he gives it to you harder and faster, no breaks, no room to breathe properly. skin slapping, the slick sound of your pussy making obscene noises each time he thrusts back in, your voice barely even there anymore.
“c’mon, baby. one more,” he growls, leaning down to grab your other leg, swinging it over his shoulder as well, so your thighs fold in tighter. his cock hitting so deep now, you see stars. “make a mess for me. let me ruin you a little more.”
you cry out loudly when your orgasm hits. it was messy, strong, causing tears to freely run down your cheeks, your body twitching like you’re being shocked. and he doesn’t stop. not when your cunt clenches around him, when you sob out his name over and over, and not even when your voice is fades, just a choked out hiccup of sound.
“fuck, you’re so good,” he hisses, grabbing your hips now, holding you down. “pussy’s so fucking good—gonna make me come. gonna fill you up so full, baby, shit—”
he slams into you one last time and groans, low and wrecked, as he spills inside you. hot and thick strings of him, cock still twitching, and you’re trembling under him. your thighs even more slick and soaked and sticky with all of it.
for a second, neither of you move. then wonbin lets himself fall forwards, caging you in with his arms, kissing your pink cheeks as you continue to whimper under him.
“you okay?” he murmurs, all breathless and low. “you still here with me, pretty girl?”
you nod weakly. barely. if he wasn’t watching and staring at you so intently, he wouldn’t have caught it.
he laughs a little, sounding so soft, so sweet after everything. “good. you were so perfect for me, baby...” and he kisses you again like he’s still starving. like he’ll never get enough, even with you utterly ruined beneath him.
“gonna keep you like this all night,” he whispers, still inside you. “messy and warm and full of me.”
