#wonbin headcannons

[annyeongzj]

i love ur anton fics 😭😭😭😭 i was wondering if u could make one for wonbin? tysmmm

best friend's secret — p.wb

🪐. he sees your new vacation photo on instagram while gaming, he saves it, gets painfully hard, and strokes himself while imagining you gagging on his cock, guilt mixing with overwhelming lust. noncon, mdni

warnings — explicit sexual content, male masturbation, detailed descriptions of arousal and orgasm, voyeuristic fantasy involving a best friend, internal guilt and conflict, strong language, adult themes, 18+ only, non-consensual use of personal photo for sexual gratification. mdni.

pairings — nonidol!wonbin x fem!reader

genre — smut, 18+ | masterlist.

wonbin leaned back in his gaming chair, the soft hum of his pc fans filling the quiet room. his fingers moved on the keyboard out of habit while his mind wandered a bit from the match.

a notification sound cut through the game audio. he glanced at his phone on the desk and saw your name. it was a new instagram post from you.

he paused the game quickly and picked up the phone. the photo loaded. you were on vacation for a week, standing somewhere sunny with a normal shirt and shorts on. nothing fancy.

his eyes scanned your face first. the familiar smile he had known since childhood made something warm stir in his chest. then his gaze dropped lower without thinking.

he looked at the way the shirt sat on your chest and how the shorts showed your legs. his cheeks heated up right away. he rubbed the back of his neck with one hand, feeling the flush spread.

wonbin saved the photo to a hidden folder on his phone like he had done a few times before. he knew it was not right but he could not stop himself.

his cock started to harden in his sweatpants. the fabric felt tighter suddenly. he muttered under his breath, voice low and rough.

"fuck, you're so pretty."

guilt hit him fast. you were his childhood best friend. he had always kept his feelings buried behind easy smiles and casual hangouts. but right now the guilt was not stronger than the heat building in his body.

he palmed himself over the sweatpants, pressing lightly at first. a quiet groan slipped out. the game was still paused on screen but he did not care anymore.

with one hand he controlled the mouse to leave the match. the other stayed on his growing erection, rubbing slowly to ease the ache.

his patience ran thin after a minute. he pulled his cock out, already leaking at the tip. the cool air of the room made him hiss softly.

wonbin picked up the phone again with his free hand. he zoomed in on your photo, focusing on your lips and the curve of your body.

he started pumping his cock with steady strokes. his grip was firm, thumb brushing over the head each time. breaths came heavier now.

he imagined it was your mouth around him. the way you would look up while taking him deeper, gagging a little but not stopping. the thought made his hips buck up into his fist.

"shit... just like that," he whispered to the empty room. his eyes stayed glued to the zoomed photo.

the guilt flickered again but it only made everything feel more intense. he knew he should not be doing this with your picture but his body did not listen.

wonbin leaned further back in the chair, legs spreading wider. his hand moved faster along his length, slick sounds mixing with his low groans.

he pictured you on your knees in front of him during one of those lazy afternoons at his place. the innocent way you laughed turning into something else entirely.

his free hand gripped the armrest of the gaming chair tight. veins stood out on his forearm from the effort. sweat started to form on his forehead.

the vacation photo stayed open on his phone screen. he zoomed in even more on your chest, then your legs, letting his mind fill in every detail he had noticed over the years.

"you're driving me crazy," he said quietly, voice strained. another groan followed as he twisted his wrist at the top of each stroke.

wonbin closed his eyes for a second but opened them again to look at your face in the picture. it felt more real that way, even if it was just a photo.

his pumping grew quicker, almost desperate. the chair creaked a little under his movements. he was getting close but he tried to hold it back to make it last.

memories flashed in his head. childhood days playing together, teenage years where he started noticing you differently, and now this secret want he hid behind friendly texts and shared meals.

he imagined the sounds you would make if it was really happening. soft gags and muffled moans while your lips stretched around him. the thought pushed him closer to the edge.

wonbin bit his lower lip hard to keep from being too loud. the apartment walls were thin and the last thing he needed was neighbors hearing.

his hand flew over his cock now, slick with precum. every vein and ridge felt sensitive under his fingers. his balls tightened as the pressure built.

he stared at your legs in the photo and pictured them wrapped around him instead. the smooth skin he had only seen in passing during summers.

"god... i want you so bad," he muttered, the words slipping out unfiltered. guilt twisted with the pleasure but he could not stop.

wonbin's breathing turned ragged. his chest rose and fell quickly. the game on his pc screen had long gone to sleep mode.

he switched the phone to his other hand so he could use his dominant one for better control. the strokes became shorter and faster, focused on the head.

the zoomed image of your mouth made his imagination run wild. he saw you taking him all the way, eyes watering but eager. it was too much.

his hips jerked up off the chair. a deep groan escaped as the first wave hit him. thick ropes of cum spilled over his fist and onto his stomach.

he kept pumping through it, milking every last bit while staring at your photo. his body shuddered with the release.

wonbin slowed down gradually, chest heaving. the guilt came back stronger now that the haze of arousal was fading. he wiped his hand on a tissue from the desk.

he looked at the saved photo one more time before locking his phone. a quiet sigh left him as he leaned forward, elbows on his knees.

"what the hell am i doing," he said to himself, voice barely above a whisper. but deep down he knew he would probably do it again.

the room felt too quiet after. he stood up slowly, legs a bit shaky, and headed to the bathroom to clean up properly.

later that evening he would text you something casual like always. asking about your vacation or sharing a meme. keeping the secret locked away behind his innocent eyes.

wonbin sat back down in the gaming chair after washing up. he restarted the game but his mind stayed on you the whole time.

he wondered if you had any idea how he really felt. probably not. you treated him like the same old best friend from years ago.

the thought made him smile a little despite everything. for now this was how it was. hidden feelings and stolen moments like this one.

he played a few more matches half-heartedly. every notification from his phone made his heart jump, hoping it was you again.

but the night went on normally. just another evening in his small seoul apartment where no one knew what went on behind the screen.

wonbin eventually turned off the pc and lay in bed. the photo was still saved on his phone but he did not open it again that night.

sleep came slowly. his last thought before drifting off was your smile in that vacation picture and how much he wished things were different.

the next morning he would wake up and act like nothing happened. that was the routine he had gotten used to over the years.

keeping it all inside while staying your reliable childhood best friend. the one with innocent eyes that hid everything else.

[evnseokz]

{ ☆ pretty little mess - p.wb }

pairing: pathetic! wonbin x f. reader

contents: dacryphilia, oral (f), sub wonbin, dom reader, dirty talk, pet names baby, sweetheart, good boy, body worship

a.n: i’m ngl oomf said something ab wonbin being the type to be a crier and i haven’t stopped thinking about it since w.c: 1.3k

MINORS DNI

the room is quiet, thick with tension, except for the soft sound of his ragged breathing. wonbin kneels before you, naked from the waist up, trembling like a leaf. his dark hair falls in messy strands over his tear-streaked cheeks, and his eyes — god, those eyes — are wide, red-rimmed, and locked on you like you’re the only thing that matters.

and right now, you are.

his fingers twitch against his thighs, obedient but restless. you haven’t even touched him much, not really. just stood there above him, letting him sink deeper into his need for you with every second that passes. his lips part again like he wants to say something, but you wait — you watch — until he’s the one who finally breaks.

“please,” he whispers, voice hoarse. “i’ll be good. i’ll be so good. just let me—please, let me taste you.”

a sob catches in his throat, and he lowers his head again, forehead nearly brushing your thigh. his hands reach for you, then stop themselves just shy of contact, shaking with restraint. you grip his chin and make him look at you. firm, unyielding.

his lips tremble under your touch. his breath hitches like he’s seconds from falling apart completely.

“look at me when you beg, baby,” you say, tone low and controlled. “don’t hide from me.”

wonbin whimpers, tears slipping freely down his cheeks. there’s something devastatingly beautiful about how undone he looks like this — his face wet, his lashes clumped together, every bit of him yearning for your attention like it’s oxygen.

“i need you,” he breathes. “i want to worship you, i have to. i need your taste, your thighs, your hands in my hair, your voice—everything. i don’t care if you use me. i want you to. just… please. let me serve you.”

that desperate little crack in his voice when he says serve you sends a wicked pulse straight through you. you let your thumb drag along his lower lip, feel the way he leans into it like it’s the only comfort he’s known. he kisses it like it’s sacred.

and he means it. every word.

“you’re such a pretty little mess,” you murmur, running your hand through his hair and fisting it tight at the roots. he gasps, spine arching slightly from the pressure. “is this what you want? to cry for it? to beg until i let you have my cunt?”

he moans at the word like it hits somewhere deep inside him, hips twitching despite himself. he doesn’t dare move closer, doesn’t even dare breathe too heavily. he knows who’s in control.

“yes,” he breathes. “yes, please. i’ll do anything. i’ll take my time. i’ll be so gentle, or rough if you want. i can make you come over and over — i’ll never stop unless you tell me to. i’ll use my mouth like i was made for it.”

the raw, needy devotion in his voice makes your core ache. you step forward, between his knees, and he lets out a choked sound of anticipation. his hands hover like he’s aching to touch you but knows better than to do it without permission.

you undo your waistband slowly, eyes locked on his, and his lips part again, breath shallow and fast.

“take care of me, wonbin,” you say, voice dark with promise. “make yourself useful.”

he lets out a desperate, grateful moan, like he’s just been granted mercy. and when you guide his head where you want him, his hands slide reverently up your thighs, and he presses the softest, most worshipful kiss just above your heat.

then he gets to work — and it’s not just tongue and lips. it’s devotion. it’s prayer. it’s him pouring every ounce of need into each slow lick, each muffled moan against your skin, like he’s trying to memorize your taste, like he’s only ever truly alive when he’s on his knees for you.

you thread your fingers through his hair, anchoring him, and he whines into you like he wants to drown here.

wonbin’s mouth moves with worshipful precision, his tongue slow and purposeful, his nose brushing your skin with every desperate inhale. he’s whimpering softly into you, like the act of pleasing you is overwhelming him, like your taste is wrecking him from the inside out. his hands grip your thighs now, not to guide you — never to take control — but to anchor himself, to keep from floating away as he drowns in the act of serving you.

“good boy,” you murmur, voice silk-wrapped steel as you glance down at him, your fingers tight in his hair. “that’s it. keep going, just like that.”

the praise makes him moan, his hips involuntarily twitching where he kneels, cock hard and untouched. you’d forbidden him from touching himself earlier — he remembers. of course he remembers. he’d nodded like an obedient little pet, even as his cock throbbed painfully in his pants, and now, kneeling here, he’s paying for that mercy.

but he doesn’t complain. he never would. not when his mouth is full of you. not when you’re gripping his hair, pulling him closer, using his face for your pleasure like it’s the only thing he was ever meant for.

his tongue flicks in that perfect rhythm, pressure just right, angle perfect, and then he shifts — just slightly — like he knows your body better than his own. his mouth seals around your clit and he sucks, gently but insistently, with that soft, pathetic moan vibrating through you, and it sends a wave of heat tearing through your spine.

you gasp, fingers tightening, and he whines in return like he needs your pleasure more than air.

“fuck, wonbin,” you breathe, your thighs trembling, your legs nearly buckling. “you want to make me come, baby?”

he nods the best he can with your grip still in his hair, his eyes wide and frantic, lips still latched to your clit like he’ll die if you pull him away.

you grind down slightly on his face, and he takes it, loves it, his moans louder now, hands gripping your thighs harder, like he wants to bury himself so deep in your scent and your taste that he forgets where he ends and you begin.

the pressure builds fast. too fast. he’s relentless now — sloppy, reverent, starving — and your body arches against the oncoming wave, that perfect rhythm pushing you to the edge until you’re teetering there, your breath catching, your head thrown back.

“don’t you fucking stop,” you hiss, voice trembling, on the verge of unraveling. “you wanted to worship me? take it. make me come. now.” and he does.

he moans into you with such intense, raw desperation that it pushes you over. your orgasm slams through you in hot, rolling waves, thighs shaking as you cry out, your grip in his hair tightening as your hips rock against his face. he keeps going through it all, licking and sucking and serving, completely unbothered by the mess you’re making of him — loving it, soaking in it, devouring every second like it’s heaven.

you ride it out on his mouth, breathless and trembling, until the aftershocks make your thighs weak and your grip on him slacken.

wonbin finally pulls back, face soaked, lips swollen, tears still clinging to his lashes. he’s gasping, panting, absolutely ruined — and yet glowing in the afterglow of your pleasure. his cock is still untouched, straining in his pants, twitching with need.

but he says nothing. just stares up at you with that same pathetic, adoring expression.

“please…” he rasps, voice wrecked. “did i do good? can i—can i come now? please, i need it so bad.”

you smile slowly, brushing his wet, flushed cheek with your fingers.

“oh, sweetheart,” you purr. “who said we were done?”

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[talkingsaxy]

PHOTOS YOU'VE TAKEN OF YOUR BOYFRIEND WONBIN

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[evnseokz]

꒰ ☆ beneath the bed ~ p.wb ꒱

pairing: sandman! wonbin x f. reader

contents: mythical creature! wonbin, oral (fem receiving), fingering, p in v, unprotected sex (dont), kissing, making out, pet names: good girl, darling, baby, wonbin has powers, pwp, that’s all i think!

a.n: i’ve been working on this for weeks i hope it’s okay <3 w.c: 1.8k

MINORS DNI

︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ୨♡୧ ︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶

You always thought the idea of a monster under the bed was something for children—silly, irrational, a thing to grow out of. But now, lying stiff as a board under the weight of an unshakable presence, you realize you were wrong.

You feel him before you see him. a shift in the air, a slow drag of something heavy against the wooden floor. The dim light from the streetlamp outside barely reaches the shadows that pool beneath your bed, but your breath hitches as you hear it—his voice, smooth and teasing, curling around your name like smoke.

“You’re still awake.”

It isn’t a question.

You squeeze your eyes shut, your fingers tightening in the sheets. The rational part of you screams to ignore him, to pull the covers over your head and pretend like you can’t feel the heat of his presence licking at the edge of your mattress. but you don’t. You never do.

“Can’t sleep,” you whisper, barely audible.

A low chuckle vibrates from beneath you, and the sound alone is enough to send a shiver down your spine. Then, before you can steel yourself, he moves.

A hand—long fingers, cool to the touch—slides up from the darkness, curling around the edge of the bed frame. The shift of weight makes the mattress dip ever so slightly, and then, Wonbin emerges.

He moves with the languid grace of something not quite human, something that has spent lifetimes lurking in the dark. His hair is tousled, lips curved in a smirk that holds far too many secrets. His eyes—dark, bottomless—gleam as he peers up at you, resting his chin on the mattress.

“You think too much,” he muses, tilting his head. “That's why you can’t sleep.”

You swallow hard. It isn’t the first time he’s said that, and it won’t be the last. The worst part? He’s right.

“Maybe.”

Wonbin hums, dragging his fingers along the fabric of your sheets, slow, deliberate. “I could help, you know.”

Your heart stutters. You should say no. You should push him back into the abyss he came from. But when he shifts, crawling up onto the bed with effortless ease, your body betrays you.

The air between you thickens, heavy with something unspoken. He’s close now, close enough that you can see the way his pupils dilate as he watches you. close enough that you can feel his breath ghost over your skin.

“You want me to, don’t you?” His voice is velvet, a whisper of temptation against the shell of your ear.

You don’t answer. You don’t need to. The way your breath hitches, the way your fingers clench the sheets—he sees it all.

Wonbin smirks. “That's what I thought.”

And then, the last sliver of space between you disappears.

Wonbin doesn't rush.

He never does.

His fingers trail up your arm, a featherlight touch that sends a ripple of heat through your body. He's testing you, waiting for you to pull away, to tell him this is a mistake. but you don't. You won't.

His smirk deepens, and then he moves—slowly, deliberately—until his lips hover just above yours. His breath is warm, intoxicating, and when he tilts his head, barely brushing his mouth against you, it's not enough.

A frustrated sound escapes you, and that's all he needs.

Wonbin's lips press against yours, soft at first—teasing, coaxing. He kisses you like he has all the time in the world, like he enjoys watching you squirm beneath the weight of anticipation. His hand comes up to cup your jaw, thumb grazing your cheek, and when he deepens the kiss, your stomach flips.

His lips move against yours, slow and unhurried, but there's something dark simmering beneath the surface. something dangerous. His teeth graze your bottom lip, sharp enough to make you gasp, and he swallows the sound greedily.

"See?" he murmurs against your lips, his voice thick with amusement. "I always know what you need."

You don't get the chance to argue.

Because then, he kisses you again—harder this time, more insistent. His hands find your waist, pulling you closer, and suddenly, there's no space between you at all.

His body presses yours against the mattress, slotting himself between your legs. The weight of him pressing against your core sends shivers down your spine. Your mouth parts as a soft sigh escapes your lips. 

Wonbin takes this opportunity to push his tongue into your mouth, the muscles immediately fighting for dominance, Wonbin ultimately winning in the end. The kiss is anything but slow, your lips moving against each other with urgency. 

Your hands fist at the fabric of his shirt, and as if on cue, his shirt melts off of him and into thin air. You were used to his interesting capabilities, but that didn’t prevent you from being caught off guard almost every time. 

You don’t have time to fully react as Wonbin is moving his lips away from your mouth, down your jaw, and to your neck. He sucks lightly on your skin in some places, earning small whines from you in return. He smirks against your skin before pulling back to look you in your eyes.

He holds eye contact with you for a moment, your chest heaving up and down as you look at him, not sure what his next move is going to be. 

“Something’s not right,” he trails off. His hand raises in the air, his thumb and middle finger snapping, and within an instant your clothes have disappeared off of your body. 

You instantly curl in on yourself, arms covering your chest at the sudden lack of covering on your body. Wonbin loved how you covered yourself, acting as if your body wasn’t literally begging for him to fuck you.

He chuckled lowly before leaning back in, his hands wrapping around your wrists, pulling your arms away from your body. His lips immediately attach to your breasts. He lets your arms fall so his own can roam the curves of your body, but you're quick to attach your hands to his hair. 

The light tugs you make on his scalp earn low groans from Wonbin, but he doesn’t falter a bit. His lips work expertly on your nipples, his tongue swirling around the bud, while his fingers pinch the other one. Your back arches, pressing yourself further against him as his lips begin to trail lower.

Goosebumps litter your skin at the feeling of his lips against your stomach. They trail lower and lower and lower until he reaches your heat.

His hands splay against your thighs, pushing your legs apart so he can see you fully. He hums at the sight of your cunt, glistening with slick all for him. His eyes turn black with lust, his head immediately dipping back down to devour you whole.

You throw your head back once his mouth is on your cunt. His lips suck on your clit while his fingers trace over your opening. He hid tongue circles around your swollen bud, his mouth working sloppily against your heat.

Without warning, his finger plunges inside of you, eliciting a moan from your lips. He quickly adds another finger in, scissoring you open. He looks up at you from his current position in between your legs, reveling in the way you react to him.

You can feel yourself getting closer to the edge, your fists balling up against your sides. “C-close,” you breathe, chest still heaving with pleasure.

Wonbin removes himself from your heat completely at your words, his fingers slipping out of you as well. You cry at the loss of contact, “Bbin…” you whine.

“So needy,” he says, voice sultry. 

He moves his body back in between your legs, “I’ll give you what you want, don’t worry darling.”

You practically melt at his words. You hated how much of an effect he had on you. He leans back slightly, lining up his cock with your entrance, before slowly pushing himself inside. His eyes squeeze shut at the feeling of your tightness, a groan rumbling out of him. 

Your jaw has gone slack, head thrown back at the feeling of him stretching you out. After he bottoms out, he leans back over you, caging your body beneath him. He begins moving, starting off slow. So slow it's almost agonizing.

Tears prick at your eyes, your desire and the pleasure you’re feeling suddenly becoming overwhelming. 

Wonbin picks up the pace, thrusting into you at a pace that makes you see stars, his tip hitting that gummy spot inside you, over and over again. His head falls against your shoulder. 

“I want to spend every night buried inside of you, pleasing you, fucking you.” He growls against the skin of your shoulder. 

You moan in response, clenching around him at his words. “Fuck, Wonbin!” You cry out.

“That's right, baby, scream my name.” His head has risen again, watching your face contort as he continues to fuck you dumb.

You can feel your orgasm pulling at you again, the buildup from earlier hitting you again. this time with much more force. Wonbin pulls out completely before bottoming out again, jackhammering his hips into yours. desperate to see you fall apart beneath him. 

You begin to crumble, your stomach tightening completely before exploding into pleasure. “Wonbin!” You practically scream, your legs shaking as your eyes squeeze shut. 

Incoherent babbles fall from your lips as he fucks you through your orgasm, his own not far behind. “Good girl, doing s-so good for me,” he praises you as his hips begin to stutter, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he spills into you. 

He pulls out of you, leaving you feeling empty as you clench around nothing. 

The air between you is thick with heat, your bodies still tingling from the intensity of what just happened. Your body feels weightless, suspended in the quiet that follows, your breaths mingling with his in the dim light of your bedroom.

Wonbin watches you, his dark eyes tracing every inch of your face as if memorizing the way you look in this moment—flushed, dazed, utterly undone. His fingers ghost along your cheek, cool against your warm skin, and for a fleeting second, you wonder if he’ll stay.

But you already know the answer.

His touch lingers for just a moment longer before he pulls away, a quiet chuckle escaping his lips as he watches your eyelids flutter. Sleep is creeping in, pulling you under, your body succumbing to the exhaustion of the night.

“You always do this,” he murmurs, voice softer than before. “Give in to me, and then drift away.”

You hum in response, barely conscious, the weight of sleep too heavy to fight.

Wonbin exhales, amused, and you feel the ghost of his fingers brushing one last time against your hair before the weight on the bed shifts. The warmth of him disappears, replaced by the cool whisper of air as he slips back into the darkness where he came from.

This wasn't the first time Wonbin helped you fall asleep, and it won’t be the last.

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[evnseokz]

꒰ ☆ tied up ~ p.wb ꒱

pairing: sub! wonbin x reader

contents: suggestive content, wonbin is tied up, reader is a tease

just a drabble for the birthday boy <3 lmk if you guys want a continuation! wc 325

MINORS DNI

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting warm shadows across Wonbin’s flushed skin. His wrists were bound to the headboard, silk wrapped securely around them, but not tight enough to hurt. Just enough to keep him at your mercy.

And mercy was something you weren’t planning to give him.

He tugged against the restraints, his fingers curling into fists as he let out another frustrated whimper. His breath was uneven, his body tense beneath you, the heat in his gaze nearly undoing you completely.

“Please,” he exhaled, voice raw with need. “I-I can’t take it anymore.”

You tilted your head, trailing your fingers down his chest, barely touching, just enough to make him shiver. “But you look so pretty like this,” you mused, watching as his muscles twitched under your touch. “All tied up, completely helpless. You like it, don’t you?”

Wonbin’s cheeks burned, his head turning to the side as if to escape your teasing. But the way his hips shifted, the way his body arched into you—it told you everything you needed to know.

“You’re so mean,” he whined, pulling against the restraints again. “You know I do.”

Your fingers traced slow, lazy patterns against his skin, your touch featherlight, maddening. “Then why should I stop?”

His lips parted, his breath catching, frustration melting into something desperate. “Because I—” He cut himself off with a groan, his body writhing beneath you, chasing your touch. “Please.”

You smiled, savoring the way his voice trembled, the way his entire body was at your mercy. “Mmm,” you hummed, pretending to consider it. “Maybe if you beg a little sweeter.”

Wonbin let out a small, broken sound, his knuckles white as he gripped at nothing, completely undone. “Please,” he tried again, voice shaking. “I need you.”

Your heart pounded at the sheer desperation in his tone, at the way he was unraveling before you.

“Good boy,” you murmured, finally giving in.

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