content: slight dubcon and manipulation, perv!wonbin x reader
it was almost too easy to get your number, even easier to get you to send an innocent selfie, claiming that he just wanted to see you. he can't go so long without seeing your pretty face. he can't bear it. you sent one quickly, posing for the camera, looking shy and utterly adorable. that alone was enough to get him off the first few days. your glimmering irises staring at him, fueling him to pull out his hard cock and pump it vigorously, breaths that bordered the line of whines spilling from his lips.
but it isn't enough anymore. he needs to see more. he desperately needs to see what you're hiding beneath your clothing. what taunts him each time you're near him, whether it's purposeful or not.
wonbin raked his mind for something to say, looking at the blinking cursor. he can't say anything too lewd or forward, afraid to scare you off. it had to be just enough to make you as uncomfortable in your panties as you had made him in his own underwear every day with just an innocent smile. he doubts it will be hard to do that, seeing just how flustered you became when he greeted you with a charming grin and steady stare.
when he sends the message, he isn't necessarily surprised to receive a hesitant "i don't know..." in response, but he can't help but feel disappointed. he tells you so, making sure you know just how upset he is. he just wants to see you, and admire you in a way people who are together do all the time. because you are together, aren't you?
wonbin knows that will be enough to make a furrow grow in between your eyebrows. he can almost hear the noise of confusion that likely echoes through your bedroom. you're together? you and him? wonbin knows he's lying when he reaffirms, sending a message of disappointment, but he can't make himself feel guilty when a familiar vibration surges beneath his fingertips.
wonbin blinks at the screen, taking in every dimmed pixel, slowly blowing a long breath from his lungs through his parted mouth. it's unlike any other he had ever seen and that had blood rushing down his body. it was one single picture, an amateur shot. your stance was awkward, thin underwear sitting atop your delicate areas. the color is solid, basic, and admittedly, conservative.
he feels dizzy, as he grows harder the longer he stares at you, feeling his hard cock push against the fabric of his sweatpants. he's quick to pull himself out, immediately tugging on his length eagerly, ignoring the continuous messages that come next.
