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park wonbin x f!reader ｡˚ 🐈⬛.𖥔 ݁ ˖ wc: 2251
🪼⋆｡𖦹°. synopsis: you and wonbin were casted to model on the front cover of vogue's next issue, forcing the two of you into situations a little too close for comfort (for him at least...).
(,,>ヮ<,,)! ~ contents: smut!! 18+, model au, sub!wonbin, age gap(ish? 3 yr), noona kink, forced proximity, porn with plot, degradation, praise, oral (f!receiving), p in v, virgin wonbin, super i mean SUPER pussy drunk wonbin..., creampie, he is RIGHT where he wants 2 be..
🫧⋆. author's note: inspired by wonbin's look @ the chanel show... holyyy [insert drooling emoji]
you’ve never really been that into younger men.
you were the kind of woman who needed someone mature; you needed someone who knew what they wanted in life, someone with plenty of love to give, and someone with more than enough money to spoil you rotten.
well–that last bullet wasn’t entirely necessary. after being involved in the modeling industry for roughly eight years, you miraculously managed to climb up to the top. you could spoil yourself whenever you pleased–you’re a chanel ambassador for crying out loud–why would you need a man to give a mere fraction of what you already had?
yet, you did long for some form of intimacy: physical or emotional.
which is why this recent booking of yours was beginning to drive you mad.
you were hired to model for vogue’s front cover along with the industry’s infamous rookie: park wonbin. he was 24 years old, marking him three years younger than you. it only took him a year to get big in the industry, which wasn’t hard to believe if you’ve seen his face…
but still, not a big deal–right? you’ve modeled for vogue countless times (not to brag),
‘having a co-model wouldn’t make the experience any different,’ you thought.
it wasn’t long after you left the changing room before your gaze was met with the man himself. gosh–you knew his shoulders were broad, but seeing them in person-
“hi, i’m park wonbin. i’m looking forward to working with you,” he spoke softly. “i’ve-i’ve seen your work, you’re incredible.”
you returned his comment with a smile, reaching out to shake his hand. “thank you, you too.”
wonbin’s ears flushed a soft red, smiling and avoiding your eyes before the two of you were called to the set.
geez, you knew he was a rookie, but you never expected him to be this awkward… you would assume that the amount of gigs he’s booked would make him more confident.
“condense a little, come closer together.” the director said.
you were seated on a dark velvet sofa, legs crossed as they hung over the edge. wonbin was positioned on the floor directly beneath you embracing your legs.
“lean in a little more–really look at her.”
wonbin followed what he was told, tilting his head to face you. he leaned his torso closer to you, his warm palms running up and down the curvature of your legs as his cheeks began to blush.
you faced the camera, keeping a monotonous expression.
the cameras shuttered. “good, stay like that,” the photographer requested. “thread your fingers through his hair.”
so you did; wonbin’s hair was undeniably soft, you could stay in this position for ages… you continued petting him, almost like a dog.
you’ve worked with attractive men, sure–but the man behind you had talent. the way his hands grazed over the fabric of your dress, the way his eyes wandered over your body like a lover would-
and it only got worse when the two of you switched poses.
wonbin rested his body against the sofa, elbows propping up his upper half. your body hovered directly over him before settling yourself on his lap, thighs straddling his hips. you grabbed hold of his tie and tugged it lightly–just enough to render the fabric taut.
the staff continued to instruct the two of you how to pose, taking their oh sweet time as they kept the two of you in this position. this was all a part of the job; sometimes you have to be a little too close for comfort to someone you don’t know, but at least it was guaranteed they’d be conventionally attractive.
so straddling wonbin–practically grinding on him from the amount of times you were told to shift positions on top of him–wouldn’t have been a problem.
if you couldn’t feel how fucking hard he was underneath you. his cheeks flushed a soft pink, not bearing to look you in the eyes after you realized just how aroused he was…
you were attractive, sure–but getting all hot and bothered over someone you’ve only known personally for an hour or two, not to mention mid-shoot… these photos, his erection was going to be exposed to the whole population for god’s sake–what the heck was he thinking???
after an agonizing ten minutes–emphasis on agonizing–the shoot was finally over. you stood up, wonbin not wasting one second before making his way to his dressing room.
you changed back into your clothes from earlier and gathered your things, locking the door behind you before passing by wonbin’s change room. the rational part of you was screaming to just keep walking, the sooner you get home the better. but the other part of you had a few doubts… ‘i mean, he is my co-star, we did just have a shoot together…i should drop a couple words before i leave…’
did you just want a valid excuse to see him again? (and maybe get in his pants…) yeah, but honestly, seeing wonbin fight to ensure he doesn’t cum on camera was enough to soak your panties through.
you mustered up the courage to knock on the door, slowly stepping back as you began to regret your decision. your thoughts began to jumble together, ‘maybe i should just leave…he’s probably-’
the door cracked open slightly, wonbin peeking out from behind. after realizing it was you, he opened the door a little more.
“hi.”
“hi.” his face was flushed, bits of his bangs sticking to his forehead. his hand around the doorknob trembled. “um, i really liked working with you today.” wonbin said awkwardly, his eyes darting to the side.
“really?” you smiled. “what makes you say that?”
wonbin continued to avoid your gaze. “i’m sorry…”
you looked up at him, tilting your head. “for what? i think the photos turned out pretty nice.”
“sunbaenim…i didn’t mean-”
“just call me noona.” you interrupted. oh my gosh, he was so fucking shy…you just wanted to watch him crack. he nodded, murmuring a quiet ‘thank you’ as his eyes found your breasts–like he couldn’t be any more obvious…
“can i come in?” you asked. his gaze fixes onto yours before giving you permission to enter.
you walked into his room and locked the door. you grabbed the nape of his neck and pressed your lips against his, earning a quiet whimper from the boy in front of you. he walked you backwards until your back was pressed against the door.
wonbin’s hands snaked around your waist, gripping your sides as you pushed your tongue into his mouth. his right hand trailed to your ass while soft moans escaped his lips. you pull away from the kiss, noses still rubbing against eachother.
“do you do this with everyone you work with? rub your dick all over them in front of everyone–then lure her into your dressing room to fuck?” you palm the growing bulge in his slacks. “you’re so fucking immature. do you even think about the consequences? your career?” your hand worked the zipper on his pants as you continued to reprimand him, slowly pulling down his pants. wonbin’s knees grew weak as you scolded him, his breathing ragged.
“noona, i…” he whimpered.
“i don’t want to hear it.” your lips crashed into his once again. you began to rub his soaking tip over the fabric of his boxers. “yeah? what if your manager saw us right now–saw you right now. what if they all saw how pathetic you are, letting your senior touch you like this.”
wonbin bucked his hips into your hand. “please, noona–listen to me baby…” he moaned. “i’m so…sososooo sorry baby… you just felt so good…” he cried into the crook of your neck. “please–please take care of me…please, i’ll be good, i’ll be so good for you…i’ll be a good boy-”
‘he’s lost it’ you thought. but oh–how you loved seeing him like this.
“you’ll be good? yeah?” you press your fingers into his underwear, not granting him any sense of relief yet.
he tugged on your shirt, pulling you towards the sofa. his back was pressed against the seat cushion, your body hovering over his. it was the same scenario as earlier–except there weren’t any cameras on you and wonbin’s pants were no longer in the way of his hardened dick. he pulls you down, lips embracing yours as his hips jerked up to meet yours.
his hands found your shirt once again, lifting it up and over your head; the only thing separating him from seeing your bare torso was the black lace bra you had on. wonbin let out a quiet moan when he saw the fabric–reaching for the clasp.
“can i take this off?”
you nod. wonbin wastes no time and removes your bra, ogling your breasts. “please let me touch them, noona…i really wanna make you feel good noona–please.”
“i know, i know you do…touch them.”
wonbin sat upright, spreading your legs even more as he was practically humping you. his plump lips found your nipples as he began sucking and nipping at the tips. your hips moved against his as your hands found his hair.
with time, the two of you had discarded all of your clothes, making a mess of the floor beneath you two–but that didn’t matter. the only thing that did was that wonbin was underneath you, rubbing his thumb over your swollen clit.
“does this feel good? please, please tell me i’m doing good noona…”
“fuck– yes you’re doing so good…” you choked as you felt wonbin lick a strip of saliva over your hole.
“i’ve–i’ve never done this before, tell me if it’s too much…” he said against the heat of your inner thighs. his tongue pushed deep into you–earning a moan from you. he thrusted his index and middle finger inside, caressing your plush walls as he ate you out.
his fingers moved back and forth rapidly, licking up and down your insides–his fingers hitting your sweet spot.
“bbin–i’m gonna cum–”
“am i doing good noona? please noona–i–”
a series of whimpers escaped your lips as you coated wonbin’s hand and mouth with your juices. he inserted his fingers deeper, forcing the liquids back into your pussy. he wasn’t done with you until you were sure this was the best sex you’ve ever had.
still coming down from your high, you noticed that his dick was still as hard as ever. you needed him in you… now.
“wonnie, i need your dick…please, be a good boy and make noona feel good…” you cried.
“i…don’t have a condom, baby…” he rubbed his dick on your inner thigh, coating his tip with the remnants of your high.
“wonbin, i don’t care…what did i just say.”
“‘m sorry… i’ll be good for you, i promise…” you parted his lips with your fingers before thrusting them into his mouth. wonbin jerked his dick in his hand before slowly pushing it into you. “fuck–i think ‘m already close…” he whimpered. “i’m…i’m so sorry for being bad…i’m sorry for touching you, i’m sorry for even looking at you…” he cried as he thrusted his dick forward, sputtering nonsense as he tried to squeeze into your pretty pussy. “it’s too much noona…i don’t deserve you, baby.”
you cried, clutching the couch cushion as he entered you. “bbin–it’s too big, you’re too big…”
“no, baby…please…i know, i know i know i know…” right when wonbin pushed his cock in all the way, thick white ropes painted your walls. a tear ran down wonbin’s cheek as he thrusted his cum into you. it didn’t matter that he just had the best orgasm of his life–he needed you to experience it too.
his dick was curved ever so slightly, and oh did it do wonders. his tip hit that gummy spot that made your legs go weak–and the fact that his pace just kept increasing made the sex even better.
wonbin flipped you over onto your stomach, lifting your ass to make sure his dick kept fucking you just right.
“bbin you’re so good, treating me so good…i needed your dick bbinie…” you couldn’t stop moaning, you could feel his cum dripping out of you no matter how much he tried to fuck it back in. he pushed your head into the cushion and cried out countless grunts and moans, the two of you coming to your release once again.
your insides were filled with his warm seed and his dick was equally drenched from your squirting. wonbin pulled out briefly, releasing his cum all over your entrance.
the room was hot and stuffy, not to mention filled with the sound of heavy breathing. the mix of yours and wonbin’s juices coated the sofa and reached the floors as well…
“you did so good…so good baby…” you pet his head as he collapsed on top of you, kissing up on your neck.
“noona–” he moaned as he pressed his lips onto yours.
“do you wanna come back to my place?” you suggested. he was just too cute to leave alone…
wonbin nodded, humping your thigh as his tongue explored your mouth even more.
after today, wonbin knew what he wanted in life: to spend it with you. he had the money to spoil you–being one of SM’s top models after all. he could be mature for you, he would do anything for you. whether you needed a fuck-buddy or needed to be loved to death–wonbin would be more than willing to fill that gap in your life.
@ayacai °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 2026