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lilbluustar · 1 day ago

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moles

pairing— wonbin x fem!reader

wc 1.1k

content— soft angst, fluff, slow burn, emotional intimacy

warnings— mild sensuality / implied sexual tension, emotional vulnerability, mentions of physical touch (kissing, tracing skin, cuddling), wonbin being literally the softest human alive, lots of tenderness (no, seriously. it might melt you.)

note— lately wonbin just won't get out of my head and it's inspiring me too much, i love him so much….

the afternoon sun streamed through the window, warm and slow, as Wonbin shifted uncomfortably. he took off his hoodie in silence, as if still unsure, revealing his sleeveless shirt and, unintentionally, some secrets he didn’t expect would catch your attention so much.

it wasn’t the first time you saw Wonbin without a hoodie, but something about that moment made you stop. maybe it was the light. maybe it was the moles.

and you, with that gaze that misses nothing, give him a quick glance but stop when you see those moles. one subtle one on his arm, another near his stomach, which you noticed since his shirt lifted a little.

you can’t help it and softly but surely say: "i really like your moles..."

and that’s when he freezes. he blinks. looks down for a second, then back up at you. "my what...?" "your moles," you repeat, gentler. "there’s something about them… i don’t know, i just think they’re really cute."

and unexpectedly, he blushes. a real blush, deep, starting from his ears and spreading to his cheeks. he lets out a small nervous laugh and scratches the back of his neck. "no one’s ever told me that," he’d say, not really knowing where to look.

you can tell he’s not used to being admired in that kind of intimate, genuine way. because yes, he knows he’s handsome, but for you to notice those personal, quiet details… it throws him completely off.

and then he does the most Wonbin thing you could imagine: he moves closer, slowly, sits near you, and extends his arm. "do you… want to touch them?" he says, not looking directly at you, with the softest, most trembling voice you’ve ever heard from him.

you laugh, gently trace the mole with your fingertips, and he literally shivers a little. "don’t do that… you’re making me nervous," he’d say, half smiling, half wanting to hide behind the cushions.

but he doesn’t move away. Quite the opposite. he lets you keep touching, not saying another word, surrounded by that tender silence that only exists when there’s already so much trust. your fingers keep brushing the mole on his arm. it’s small, almost invisible, but you look at it like it’s the most beautiful thing in the world. and that… breaks him.

wonbin swallows hard. his eyes fixed on your fingers, then on your eyes. he stays quiet for a few seconds, but his cheeks still glow with that soft red that refuses to fade.

"why do you like them so much?" he asks in a low voice, almost a whisper, as if afraid of the answer. you smile and shrug. "because they’re a part of you. and i love everything about you… even the parts you think no one notices."

and him. HIM. he looks at you like you just threw a bucket of tenderness over him. literally. you leave him breathless. he stares with those big, dark eyes, and his lashes tremble just a bit. then, without saying anything, he leans in. slowly. insecure.

and you already know what’s coming, but your heart is racing so fast it feels like it might explode. his plump lips meet yours. soft. warm. shaky at first, then more certain. it’s not a movie kiss or a rushed one. it’s an honest kiss—one of those that says more than a thousand words.

and when he pulls back, just a little, his forehead rests against yours. he closes his eyes for a moment, like he needs to process what just happened. "sorry," he murmurs, "i didn’t know if i should…"

"don’t apologize," you reply, still smiling. your hands reach up to his face and caress his cheeks. he sighs, closing his eyes fully this time. and he leans into you. like your lap is his safe place. and you hug him. and he, with his strong arms, holds you with a gentleness you didn’t know he had.

you stay like that. the room in silence. your breaths meeting in that calm space between you. and he whispers: "i feel so good with you… it scares me." and you just hug him tighter, no need to say anything. because everything’s already been said.

you’re still hugging. your head on his chest. wonbin’s heart beats fast—so fast you can hear it in your ears. and he says nothing, just… slides a hand down your back, slowly, caressing you with the tips of his fingers. like he’s memorizing you.

"do you mind if i get closer?" he asks with that deep, soft voice, like he doesn’t want to break the moment. you shake your head, and he gently shifts to be on top of you, bracing himself on one arm, not crushing you but so close you can count his lashes. his gaze locks with yours. so intense. so deep. so yours.

he strokes your cheek, then slowly moves down your neck, tracing invisible lines that steal your breath. and his lips… brush against yours again, but he doesn’t kiss you yet. he just looks at you. like he’s waiting for permission. and you give it without words. you just close your eyes, lean in, and he understands.

the kiss this time is different. slower. More intimate. there’s no rush. just restrained desire, tenderness, and nerves tangled like his fingers with yours.

your hands wrap around him, and his back is warm, strong… but when your fingers brush that mole on his stomach, his body trembles slightly. he looks at you. bites his lip. "stop doing that…" he murmurs, with a smile half crooked, half defeated— "or i’m gonna lose control…"

but you don’t stop. and he lets out a soft laugh, like he can’t believe you.

and then the kiss deepens. hands moving up, down, exploring gently. lips on your neck, your collarbone. his breath growing more ragged against your skin.

until again, he pauses. rests his forehead on your shoulder, barely trembling. "if we keep going… i won’t want to stop." and his voice… sounds like a plea. like a confession.

"then don’t stop," you whisper.

but he hugs you tighter. covers you with his body, with his warmth, and murmurs: "i want to do this right. i want you to remember me as someone who cared for you, not someone who got carried away. i want you to give me your time. as much as you’re willing to give."

and you melt. literally. because… how could you not love someone who desires you with such tenderness and respect?

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nnight-dances · 8 months ago

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ONE KISS, ONE LOVE

PAIRING: park wonbin x fem!reader

GENRE: fluff, hurt/comfort, suggestive dialogue but nothing explicit

TROPES: established relationship!au, idol!wonbin, age gap vibes but no real mention, reader babies wonbin like he deserves to be, texts at the end, just sickening sweet stuff

WATCH: wonbin's night routine

NOTE: inspired by the video above! once again, these wonbin fics write themselves ... he might be my favorite boy to write rn or maybe that's just my way of coping!! anyway don't be surprised if i just start spamming u with the wonbin fics i just have too many good ideas. but they're all gonna be set in this same established relationship style, he's just so bf coded lol... anyway, enjoy <3

you've been in bed for a good twenty, clad in cream pyjamas and skincare intact, when you hear the frontdoor open – signalling your boyfriend, wonbin's arrival. you pause the video you're watching on your phone and sit up to greet him, "bin? welcome home." his heavy footsteps stop where his figure finally comes into your view.

wonbin looks wiped out, no doubt, eyes shadowed by his somnolent lashes. he stares at you for a moment before humming, the sound halfway between a thank god you're here and i could die right now. he peels his layers off with speed, black leather jacket hung up on the tree-shaped rack near your closet and his other outerwear finding its place on the small cabinet next to it.

you watch fondly as even in his fatigue, he patiently makes sure no outside clothes pollute the bed. as soon as he's in nothing but his white tee and boxers though, he jumps onto you, deflating the air out of you like a body pillow.

"hello," he mumbles, face disappearing into your chest where he snuggles closer.

"hi, love," you welcome him warmly, fingers carding through his hair as a force of habit. you breathe against his limp body, letting him unwind on top of you as he often does. it's a silent activity, a night routine of sorts for wonbin on his longest days. he'd trudge home and settle close to you, wordlessly like a cat looking for soothing.

sometimes, you talked to him about your day and he'd hum along, eyes on yours telling all you needed to hear. other times, you would go back to doing whatever you were doing – watching a show, playing a game, or talking to a friend – while he recharged. he even insisted it worked best when you were just doing your own thing.

today, you do neither. setting your phone aside, you occupy yourself with wonbin himself, first meandering through his charcoal hair and then trailing down to his neck, tracing hearts and stars into his skin. you can feel him relaxing under your touch, his face finally coming back into your vision.

"tired," wonbin says, voice coarser than ever. "need to sleep."

"i know, baby," you croon, "wanna wash up first?"

he shakes his head adamantly, "no. sleepy."

you laugh softly, "angel, i'm sure you are but you can't sleep with your makeup on, can you?"

"had a few drinks with taro hyung," he murmurs as if that explains his behavior.

"really? you had time after practice?"

"he snuck it into practice. beer after all that sweating was nice."

"wow, look at you," you muse, hand brushing his bangs out of his eyes, "you sound like an old man."

"i am," wonbin pouts, "let the old man go to sleep."

"sorry, love, i can't do that," you say.

"rude."

"say what you will," you sit up fully, pulling your sluggish boyfriend with you. ignoring his groans, you kiss his nose, "wash up, okay? can't have my rockstar breaking out because he was too lazy to wash his face before bed."

he groans again but this time it's an endearment, his kiss on your cheek disguising his smile. "but i can't move, y/n. please."

"i'll help you," you snake out of the sheets, squatting as you heave wonbin out as well. he stands up unwillingly, head wilting like a sad flower. you laugh, pulling him toward the washroom, "will you listen if i do all the work?"

that gets the job done alright because two minutes later, wonbin's settled against the sink with you between his legs. you crane around his tall limbs to reach for his products, having memorized his night skincare by now.

cleansing balm in hand, you carefully cover every inch of his face, the makeup turning into oil gradually. "okay, babe, now rinse your face for me."

"you said you'd do all the work!" he complains without missing a beat.

you glare at him, "i can't possibly wash your face without making a mess of both of us."

"sounds like an excuse to me."

sulking, he turns around, washing the balm off. next, you go in with his foam cleanser, gently circling his cheeks and forehead. despite all his earlier declarations, he watches you attentively, his hand loosely clasped around your waist to keep you in place. you have to scold him midway at one point when he gets cheeky and sneaks a hand down your pyjamas, feeling the hem of your panties.

eventually, you dry his face off with a hand towel. "there," you peck his cheek, "all clean."

when he doesn't let go of your waist, you raise a brow at him. "you only love me when i'm clean," he scowls, "don't you?"

you narrow your eyes at his tantrum, "i think you're forgetting how i'm sacrificing my screen time before bed to clean you up right now."

he looks unconvinced as he tails you out of the bathroom. he's about to throw himself back onto the bed when you stop him by his hand. "change first," you explain, pulling out fresh pyjamas and throwing them at him.

wonbin stands idly and it's only when he starts raising his arms up that you realize he wants you to do it. you sigh, "bin, you're such a baby today." but you smile as you pull his shirt off, disregarding the way he instantly flexes when he catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror. slipping his pyjamas on, a piece at a time, you clap when he's done.

"i would make a great mother," you pat yourself on the back.

"you can adopt me if you want," he shrugs and you snicker, "i don't think i need to."

"you want anything to eat before you sleep?" you ask as if you hadn't quite literally brushed his teeth. "chocolate," he says without any conviction and you roll your eyes at him, watching as he launches himself at the bed.

"quick, come here," wonbin whines. you pad over to your side of the bed and join him, giggling when his body curls around you instantly. his nose finds its indent against your neck this time, cold and fresh.

for a minute, you think that's all you'll hear out of your boyfriend for the night. but it's just as you're about to reach for your phone when he speaks up again, "sorry if i'm boring."

you're not sure if your ears hear right, "what?"

but his voice is solemn, "...i'm probably kinda boring lately. so i'm sorry."

you turn on your side to face him completely, hand coming to rest against his cheek. "bin, you idiot. you coming home is the best part of my day."

"really? even though i'm too dead to do anything?" he perks up but his eyes gloomy, "we don't even fuck anymore. or go to the movies. or go out at all."

you laugh, "you're making us sound like an old couple on the verge of divorce, baby. you're just busier because of your comeback! i'm so excited and you should be, too."

"i am. but i don't want bore you."

"you don't, though. i'm lucky enough i get to see you at night and take care of you when i can. plus, it's not like you won't have more time after your promotions, right? we can do everything you want then."

wonbin blinks at you, his cool hand finally coming to meet yours where it was still caressing his cheek. he kisses your palm, "thank you. i'm glad."

"of course, love. now, go to sleep or you'll regret it tomorrow," you chirp, rolling over and shutting the lights off quickly.

"...you really would be a great mom," wonbin laughs at your behavior.

"good night, wonbin."

"good night, mom."

you hit his arm at his brazenness but when he just laughs again, the sound is too sweet for you to even pretend to be mad. so instead, you hug him closer, hand on his bicep and his legs tangled with yours.

–

bin: I AM FREE AT LAST

bin: FROM THE SHACKLES OF IT

you: …

you: how would ur fans react if i leaked our texts

you: so much for being mysterious

you: "shackles of it" boy have you ever touched a book

bin: okay so you're rude today

bin: i miss y/n mom version

you: ew?? if u have a kink i dont think this is gonna work

bin: because…?

you: is sungchan still single

bin: i was kidding! haha!

you: ok.

bin: seriously tho let's do smth fun 2nite

you: i get off work late today :(

bin: whatttt you have a life outside of me :0

you: do you WANT me to break up with you???

bin: what i meant was i will be there to pick you up <3

you: wtv man idgaf anymore

bin: noooo

bin: i'll do anything you want don't be mad

you: anything?

bin: well other than leaking our texts ofc

you: i want to live together

bin: ???

bin: we alr do

you: wonbin

you: baby

you: you just always come over to my place

bin: i sleep there it's my home wdym

you: and you still pay the bills for your place?

bin: i don't make that bag for nothing

you: ok so what if we lived together instead

bin: but i really like your place!!

you: i do too

you: let's make it our place

bin: shit

bin: i just actually blushed irl

you: :)

you: is that a yes

bin: i want to marry you

you: okay well let's calm down

bin: did u just reject me

you: i'm telling u that you're gonna regret proposing through text

bin: i love u and i want u to be my wife

bin: omg i just shed a tear at the thought of calling u that

bin: wife…. im changing ur contact name

bin: or should i change it to fiancée? since we havent yet tied the knot

you: park wonbin

you: we are 20 years old

bin: untrue

bin: im 22

you: i am not marrying you right now

bin: … is there someone else

you: i'm not marrying anyone right now

bin: ok so i'm not husband material

you: you are

bin: i'm not father material? you: no comment

you: but we aren't ready babe

you: let's take it slow k?

you: just move in first

you: we have so many memories to make

bin: you're such a flirt

you: ??? u just asked me to marry you but sure

bin: i'll be moved in by the time you come back home

you: i thought you were picking me up

bin: that was before u asked me to move in

bin: now i have to bring all my stuff over

bin: which side of your closet can i use? bin: also thoughts on letting me keep my rock collection next to your figurines?

you: right side and no

bin: wow u didnt even think about it

you: imagine we get into a fight

bin: i refuse to

you: i'm just saying i would be tempted to throw them rocks at u

bin: you would do that????

you: depending on what u do

bin: why are you expecting me to do anything at all????

you: …experience

bin: wow

you: to be loved is to be known

bin: you can't flatter me now

you: i love you

bin: …

bin: i love you too

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