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domribo · 16 days ago

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No Lessons Learned

Pairing: Haechan x gn!Reader

Word count: 5,104

Content: Bratty sub Haechan, mean dom reader, omorashi/piss, somewhat public wetting (nobody saw though), humiliation, crying, degradation, handjob, a little bit of praise

A/N: Basically Haechan is being a brat and not listening before a roadtrip when you tell him to use the bathroom and he suffers the consequences. You are very mean but he likes it and there are safe words (very important!).

You watched in concern as Haechan chugged a cup of coffee. It was just one, but impulse control wasn’t always his strong suit. You had a road trip planned, and you knew this wouldn’t end well if he decided to be stubborn. "Haechan..." you started, trying to balance your tone’s gentleness and firmness, "let’s try to slow down on the coffee. You know we have a long drive ahead of us, and your bladder…isn’t what I’d call huge."

Haechan goofily grinned as he dismissed your concern, pouring a second cup. "Aww come on, don't be such a nag! What’s wrong with me making sure I have enough energy on the road? Plus, if I have to go, we can just stop at a gas station." He tilted the cup back, chugging half of it faster than he poured it.

You frustratedly shook your head at your boyfriend’s stubborn dismissal of your valid concerns. There was little he was better at than charging headfirst into embarrassing situations, blind to the consequences until they met him face-to-face. You sighed and redirected your focus to double-checking the car, mentally noting to pack a change of clothes. Haechan's antics were going to catch up to him eventually, and you weren’t going to let it slide this time. But for now, all you could do was wait to be proven right once again.

"Whatever, don't cry and beg me to stop the car when we’re in the middle of nowhere," you called over your shoulder, "and don't you dare say I didn't warn you!" Haechan just scoffed and rolled his eyes at you, pouring creamer into his third cup of coffee. "Geez, I'll be fine! I'm a grown man, I can control my bladder. When are we even going? Hmm?”

You knew it was pointless to try talking sense into him. He seemed to love intentionally defying you, even when it was at his own expense. Even so, you wanted to try one more time. You turned to look at him as you spoke, "We can go now but…come on, let’s at least go to the bathroom before we leave," you lowered your voice, trying to reason with him. He pouted and crossed his arms, glaring at you stubbornly. "No! I don't need to go, I'm fine." He insisted despite all the coffee he chugged.

You sighed, "Baby, listen to me. I know you don't feel like you have to go right now, but all that coffee is gonna catch up to you on the road," your voice grew stern as your patience started to wear thin. Haechan huffed as he heard your rational argument. He puffed out his cheeks and and stomped his foot on the floor. "Ugh, you're so annoying! I already told you, I can hold it!" he argued stubbornly, determined to prove you wrong.

You took a deep breath to keep your cool before raising your voice again, "You better listen to me. This isn't the time to be petty. If you don't go to the bathroom right now, I'm not going to stop for you on the road, and there’s no way you can hold it for the whole ride."

Haechan rolled his eyes and and mumbled “hmph" under his breath as he stomped towards the car, still stubbornly convincing himself that you were overthinking. But deep down, he knew you were most likely right and that gave him…mixed feelings. You shook your head as you followed him to the car, knowing he’d soon regret being too stubborn to listen to you. You got into the driver's seat and started the car. As you drove down the road, you occasionally glanced at him, waiting for that attitude of his to crumble. He began feeling pressure grow in his bladder quicker than he hoped, fidgeting in his seat in an attempt to ignore it. He glanced over at you with a forced smile and tried to play it cool, "So, uh...how long is this drive gonna take again?"

You easily saw through his facade, keeping your eyes on the road as you answered him, “It's about two hours away." You paused for a moment, then side-eyed him with a knowing expression, “And no, we aren’t stopping just because you drank too much coffee."

Haechan's fake smile dissipated into an embarrassed frown, knowing that you weren’t buying the act. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, hoping you wouldn’t notice him trying to discretely press his hands between his legs. "Ugh, fineee. Two hours, I can handle it." You smirked, finding it amusing how he still kept up that feisty attitude. "I know that you can handle it, baby. You're so strong. Two hours is nothing to you, right?" you responded mockingly.

His face flushed in anger and embarrassment. He glared at you and puffed his cheeks again. "Shut up! I can hold it, alright? Don't tease me!" He yelled, his voice cracking a bit as he shifted in his seat and crossed his legs over each other. As the minutes passed, Haechan’s fidgeting only grew. He glanced over at you occasionally, desperately trying to downplay his need. He became increasingly more anxious, but his pride prevented him from just admitting that he needed you to make a stop. As the car made its way onto the backroads, it suddenly went over a speed bump, making Haechan gasp and grip the armrest. He couldn’t help the whimper that left him as his hands flew between his tightly pressed thighs.

"Ah..f-fuck!" He gritted his teeth in discomfort, mumbling curse words as he fidgeted in his seat. You saw his thighs clamped together tightly in your peripheral vision. His plight was obvious, but pride was still holding him back from admitting its urgency. "Ugh..c-can’t we hurry up?" he murmured, shifting uncomfortably. You chuckled softly at his request, knowing exactly why he asked to hurry up, but you decide to play along, “Baby, we're still about an hour and a half away from the hotel, remember? We’re already going over the speed limit, so we're not going to get there any faster by flying. If anything we’ll just get there slower if we wreck or get a ticket.”

Haechan whined at your response, desperately squirming in his seat to find a comfortable position. He bit his lower lip, holding back a whimper as another wave of desperation hit him. “Ugh…I wasn't asking you to speed up, meanie! I was just asking if we were on the quickest route so we can get there as soon as possible,” he mumbled, feeling his cheeks heat up with embarrassment. He looked at you pleadingly, “P-please, just hurry…”

You gently patted his thigh, reminding him of his words, "You know…who’s the one who said you could hold it for two hours? That was you, was it not?" Haechan whimpered softly, fidgeting as his bladder practically reached its limit. He covered his red hot face with his hands, his thighs squeezed together tighter than a dam holding back a flood. "Sh-shut up! You think I don’t know what I said?! I didn't think it would be this bad!" He whined, his hands muffling his voice. He knew that you were right, but he still felt that it would kill him to admit it. He took a shuddered breath and trembled slightly. "I...I’ve really gotta pee..." he admitted in a barely audible whisper while still covering his face. He looked at you pleadingly from between his fingers. "P-please...let’s just find a place to stop. I don't think I can hold it much longer..." he begged you, shifting his hips uncomfortably in the seat while his bladder screamed for relief.

You occasionally caught glimpses of his embarrassing state, enjoying the sight. You reminded him once again of your earlier conversation, "If I’m remembering right, I told you that we wouldn't stop just because you've had too much coffee, didn’t I? But did you listen to me? This was your own choice, Haechan." Haechan whimpered defeatedly, knowing fully well that you were right and regretting his stubbornness. His body was writhing at that point, and he wasn’t sure how much more he could take. "I get it, okay?! I should have just listened to you. Please, let’s just find a rest stop or something! I really can't h-hold it much longer. I-I'm…I'm gonna have an accident if we don't. Please, please,” his voice cracked desperately as he clawed the seat beneath him. You knew he was completely at your mercy now, his pride completely shattered by the overwhelming need to relieve himself. You couldn’t help but feel a sense of thrill in seeing him all pathetic and begging for relief.

You somehow managed to keep your composure and sighed, "If I’m being honest babe, you don't deserve an option since you knew what you were getting yourself into. But if you really can't hold it like you said you could, then you have two choices." You gave him a stern side-eyed glare, "You can either use a bottle or go on the side of the road. It’s up to you."

Haechan's face flushed even deeper at the thought of letting go into a bottle right next to you. Tears welled up in his eyes as he squirmed even more frantically in his seat. "N-no way you’re serious! That's..that's so embarrassing, I can't do that next to you! A-and going on the side of the road?? Someone could see me…I..I can't…” He practically spasmed in his seat, tears streaming down his red face. "Please, there’s gotta be another option…I don't wanna do that. Let’s just pull over and find a bush or something, anything, please..."

You shrugged apathetically, enjoying the delicious sounds of Haechan whining and begging in desperation. You knew you had more control over the situation than him by that point. You emphasized your next words slowly and firmly, "Baby, you did this to yourself. I told you to go to the bathroom before we left, remember? You’re the one who refused. I told you that I wouldn’t stop if you didn’t use the bathroom at home, but chose not to listen to me. This is exactly what you asked for,” you shook your head, feeling a mix of sympathy and twisted enjoyment. "You had a chance to go earlier, but you didn’t take it. And now look at you, desperate to pee and left with no choice but to use a bottle or go behind a bush like a...like a dumb, disgusting puppy,” you failed to suppress a smirk as those words left your mouth.

Haechan whimpered loudly as your words sunk in. He finally accepted that you were right even though it bruised his ego and humiliated him. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he desperately tried to hold back the overflowing liquid in his bladder. "I..I'm sorry, okay? I really should’ve listened to you…I was being stupid and now I'm dealing with the consequence. B-but...a bottle is way too embarrassing!” You sighed and shook your head as you caught a glimpse of Haechan’s tear-streaked face and trembling body. You almost felt bad for him, but you also enjoyed seeing him in such a degrading and desperate state, forced to deal with the consequences of his cockiness.

"Yeah? Embarrassing? Well, let me tell you something, Haechan. This is a pretty embarrassing situation you’re in right now. You’re squirming and whimpering like a damn dog, all because you couldn't take a single minute to use the bathroom before we left for a two hour car ride. What's your idea of an alternative? There’s no gas station for the next half hour, and there’s clearly not much time left for you to decide."

Haechan clenched his jaw and squirmed again, his thighs trembling uncontrollably. He looked over at you with desperation and humiliation all over his face, “I...I can't take it much longer. I…I really am gonna wet myself. I…I can't…” His bladder felt like it could burst any minute. The pressure was becoming almost painful, and every single movement caused a wave of urgency to crash in his body. He couldn’t sit still, trembling so hard that he practically vibrated in his seat. He knew he was fighting a losing battle and would eventually face defeat if you didn’t pull over within the next ten minutes.

You saw his desperation and anguish in your peripheral vision and almost wished you could see it better. You knew that he was reaching his limit, so you couldn’t resist the urge to tease him a little more, "Baby, look what a scene you’re making, acting like you're gonna burst at any second. You’re just embarrassing yourself even more. Now unless you wanna piss your pants and my car seat, you’d better make a choice. Either you piss in a bottle or on the side of the road." Haechan's face flushed impossibly redder at your harsh bluntness. He knew that you were right once again, that he was making a fool of himself. His body was leaned forward in his seat as he strained every muscle in his desperate attempt to hold it in. He glanced around, hoping to see a gas station or discrete trail, but all he saw was a practically endless maze of trees and fields. He shook his head frantically, shaking like a leaf. His voice came out in an almost pitiful gasp, "Actually…I can hold it. Just...just until we're off the back roads. I can do it. Just keep driving, please. I...I can make it.” The car bouncing on the seemingly endless back roads only intensified Haechan’s desperation by the second. Every bump on the road made him squeeze his thighs together somehow even tighter as it made the waves of pain and desperation crash in his bladder and making him gasp out loud.

“Oh? You still think you can make it after all? I love your confidence. You must have a bladder of steel, huh?” you retorted, “Y’know baby, considering how much coffee you drank, I’m surprised you haven’t pissed yourself already,” you added on with a hint of mockery. Haechan's face burned at your words. He knew he was hopeless in this situation, and your teasing is only worsened it. He clenched his thighs even tighter, body jerking more frantically every minute. "Leave me alone…I...I said I can hold it. I'm fine," he insisted in an unconvincingly shaky voice. You fell silent to fully focus on the road ahead. You knew Haechan was about to lose what little bit of control he had, and you can't help but find some sadistic pleasure in that. After all, he was the one who refused to listen to you earlier. He couldn’t keep his body still, and he couldn’t keep quiet. He let out a series of low whines in humiliation and need. The car bumped over a sizable pothole, and he gasped in horror as he felt a small leak escape him despite his effort to hold back. “A-ah, no no no! Not now, please not now!" he yelped in a high-pitched, desperate whine. His body froze in shock and he immediately clamped his thighs even tighter with all of the strength he had left.

You smirked as you caught his panicked expression in the corner of your eye and heard his desperate pleas. He gasped and thrashed around in his seat when the car hit another bump in the road. "Baby, you okay?" you pretended you didn’t already know the answer. "Are you losing control already? How embarrassing for you," you cooed in faux sympathy. Haechan whimpered pathetically, tears running down his burning red face at that point. He couldn’t form a sentence, only pathetic sounds of desperation as he hysterically shook his head. “I-I’m not…I can hold it, I can…” Haechan whimpered in a cracked voice. His bladder was a ticking time bomb, the pressure becoming fully unbearable. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer, no matter how hard he clenched his whole body to hold back the inevitable.

You knew too that he was just moments away from losing it completely, and a part of you couldn’t wait for that to happen. "You still think you can hold it, baby? You look like you're about to piss yourself right here in my car. Is that what you want? To make a mess in here, in front of me?" you ask, your tone laced with mock pity as you kept your eyes on the road ahead. The car bounced over an even bigger pothole, and you heard Haechan let out a strangled yelp as his body jerked violently in the passenger seat seat. Tears flowed down his face he shook his head weakly. "Nonono! I-I can't...I'm gonna...ahhh!" Haechan cried out, voice breaking as he felt his bladder finally give in. A stream of urine started soaking through his pants, and he squirmed desperately as if he could stop it. "Pull over…I’m peeing, I’m peeing, ah!" He gasped shamefully as the warmth of his piss spread through his pants onto the seat beneath him.

You smirked sadistically as you heard him whine and cry, seeing the tears staining his face. You glanced over at the dark patch spreading across the front of his pants, the smell of piss filling the car. “Couldn't hold it after all, babe? Poor thing, look what a mess you're making," you say mercilessly, enjoying his humiliation. Without a second to spare, you pulled the car over to the side of the road. As soon as the car came to a complete stop, Haechan’s shaky hands fumbled with his seatbelt. "Go on, get out and finish your business in a bush or something. Hurry up," you demanded, pointing to the side of the road. Haechan looked at you with pure mortification on his face, obeying you without hesitation. You watched him stumble out of the car when he finally managed to unbuckle and found a sadistic satisfaction in the trail of piss on he was leaving on the pavement. As soon as he got out, he ran to the nearest bush, his trail following him into the grass too. The sound of his zipper being frantically undone reached your ears as he tried to unzip his pants while still wetting himself. When he managed to pull pants and underwear down to his knees, he gasped at the feeling of the cool air on his half-hard cock. But as he tried to aim it at the bush, he realized that there was nothing else to let out. His bladder had completely emptied itself.

As you heard him weakly dribbling onto the leaves, you waited a moment before walking over to him and placing a hand on his shoulder as you whisper, "All done now? I hope you feel better after making such a mess of yourself and being too stubborn to listen to me.“ Haechan stood there and shivered as his harsh reality set in. Humiliated tears rolled down his cheeks, his pants and underwear completely soaked and the air chilling his exposed, dripping cock. His blushing face turned to the ground, too ashamed to speak or look in your direction as his cock still dripped with weak remaining piss. "I-I'm sorry. I know I should’ve listened..." he stammered.

As humiliated as he was, Haechan also felt a twinge of excitement from it paired with your degrading words. From behind him, you wrapped your arms around his waist and pressed his shaking body against you. He shakily whimpered when he felt your body press against his back. “Shhh, it's okay, don't worry about it. I'm glad I got to witness your beautiful display of self-control," you tease, gently squeezing his waist. You brought your lips to his ear, warm breath tickling him as you whispered, "The whole reason I wanted you to listen to me earlier was to save you from embarrassing yourself this way. But I have to say, you seem to enjoy being put in your place like this." He shuddered at your warm breath and your teasing words, burn his face even hotter with embarrassment and…something else.

You pressed his backside against your hips, feeling undeniably aroused about this yourself too. You chuckled softly against his ear, "Does it really turn you on that much to humiliate yourself in front of me, you naughty boy?” He couldn’t deny it. His cock hardened fully at the humiliating situation since the threat of wetting himself had passed. "I-I don't know what you’re trying to say..." he mumbled. You smirked as you feel Haechan's hips twitch back against you, betraying his words. He knew that he should be petrified, that this should be a situation he wants to forget about, but the degradation of pissing himself in front of you awakened something sick and perverse in him.

You pressed a soft, teasing kiss to the side of his neck and ghosted your hand over his hard cock without actually touching it. Haechan let out a shuddered moan at the feeling of your lips on his neck and how maddeningly close your hand was to his cock, making it throb with need. “That’s why you defied me earlier, isn’t it baby?” your voice goes low and sultry, "You wanted me to put you in your place like this?" You punctuated your words with another gentle kiss on his neck, feeling his pulse skyrocket on your lips. "I-I don't know...m-maybe I did want this..." His cock leaked with his breathless admission. He tried to subtly thrust his hip at your hand for friction. His mind was spinning from the thrill of his pathetic state turning you on too. You placed your head on Haechan's shoulder and tilted his chin to meet your gaze, wanting to ensure he's truly okay with where this is going. "I knew that you did, you poor needy thing…what's your color?" you asked, your voice softening with genuine concern. He gazed at you with hazy eyes and a trembling lower lip, desperately craving your touch. He knew he did something shameful and disgusting, but your hungry eyes made his heart race. "G-green...please, want you to touch me…" he mewled with unrestrained desire. His hips writhed as his leaky, twitching cock sought direct contact from your hand.

Once he made it undeniably clear that he desperately wanted your touch, you decided to give it. With a grin, you wrapped your hand around him, slowly stroking him from base to leaking tip. He cried out in bliss as he finally felt your hand touch on his aching cock. His back arched delightfully against you, a strangled moan escaping his lips at the much-needed touch. "You're leaking so much already, you dirty boy," you cooed as you slowly pumped his slick cock. "Getting all riled up from pissing yourself in front of me, defying me on purpose, and making me a mess of yourself. You're so pathetic, aren't you, my little slut?"

Haechan’s voice needily cracked out, “Y-yes...I'm pathetic, such a pathetic slut for you..." He desperately thrusted into your hand for more friction, more stimulation. His cock pulsed in your grip, the tip red and leaking with precum. "Don’t…don't stop. I...I need you..." In this moment, he had surrendered to you completely. The slick sound of your stroking hand on him filled the air, and the humiliation and pleasurable sensations brought him close embarrassingly fast. His desperate pleas and wildly throbbing cock showed you that you had him exactly where you wanted him, ready to fall apart in your hands. "Don’t worry dirty boy, I won't stop," you coo squeeze his shaft tighter as you glide your hand up and down it. "I can feel you getting close…go on, baby. Your piss is already all over my hand and on the bushes," you rub your thumb over his leaking slit, "so go on and make an even bigger mess. Cum for me," you growl seductively in his ear.

Haechan throws his head back onto your shoulder with a loud cry, his body spasming uncontrollably as your degrading words and skillful hand tug him closer to the edge. "Ah, ah, can't...I can't hold back...m gonna...ahhh!” his voice grows higher and higher with each moan as he erratically fucks into your stroking hand. The sounds of his dripping cock being stroked mixed with his loud moans and cries makes you feel almost like you could cum just from hearing them. The pleasure became too much for him to bear.

"Mmm…gonna cum...fuck!" Haechan cried out, his body going stiff in your arms as he finally reached his climax. You held him tighter as the pleasure sent surges through his body, his hot cum spilling over your stroking hand and onto the bushes. You kept guiding him through his intense orgasm, pumping out every drop until he was completely empty. As his cock softened and its twitches slowed in your hand, you gently let go of it. You trailed delicate kisses along his neck and jaw, whispering soft words of praise, “That’s my boy, Channie. You did so good, letting yourself go for me that way.” You nuzzled into his neck and gently rubbed his tummy. He melted into your touch, still trembling from his intense orgasm. He had never felt so ashamed yet so turned on before in his life. "T-thanks…you made me feel so good," he breathily giggled with a small smile forming on his still-flushed face.

You helped him pull his pants back up and zip them so nobody saw more than they needed to on your way back to the car, and you caressed him until his breathing slowly steadied. "Let's get back on the road, baby boy. We still have an hour ahead of us," you say softly, placing a soothing hand on his lower back as you walk him to the car. He turns to look at you with adoring eyes. "B-but...what about the mess in the seat? And my wet clothes..." Haechan asked meekly, wincing as he looked down at his soaked pants. After the excitement of the humiliating situation wore off, he wasn’t sure how to handle the aftermath. You smiled comfortingly at him and tenderly kissed his cheek as you two approached the car. "Don't worry about the mess, baby. I'm the one who made you hold it in, so it's only fair that I clean it up," you reassure him, opening the trunk. You rummaged through it and pulled out a blanket, cleaning spray, wipes, and a change of clothes. You handed Haechan the clothes and blanket as well as one wipe. “I’m gonna take care of the seat, so here’s a wipe and a change of clothes, plus this blanket for warmth and privacy. You can get cleaned up while I deal with that, okay baby?” you said with a gentle smile, guiding him into the back seat and patting his shoulder before closing the door.

You walked around to the passenger seat and opened the door, scrunching your face a bit as the lingering smell of urine hit your nostrils. You sprayed it with the cleaning solution and dabbed it up with the wipe. Haechan’s head poked through his privacy blanket and he watched you clean after him, feeling a bit guilty that you were cleaning the mess his disobedience caused. He sighed and wiped the mess off of himself, slipping on the comfy clothes you gave him once he was as clean as possible. After he changed and you finished cleaning, he bundled himself up in the blanket and blushed at the vulnerable state you could see him in. He looked at you through the mirror, a hint of lingering arousal in his gaze. “Thanks for…taking care of my mess. Even though I’m the one who didn’t listen to you,” he mumbled timidly, “You weren’t really mad at me, were you?”

You made your way into the driver’s seat, returning eye contact through the mirror with a smile, “Of course I wasn’t mad at you, baby. I know you. I knew you were being bratty on purpose, that’s why I brought an extra pair of clothes. I knew that you knew you couldn’t hold it. You’re lucky I find your perverted antics cute,” you responded playfully, turning back and giving him a genuine smile. He blushed again at your words, feeling comforted and shyly smiling back at you. You reached over and patted him on the head, looking into his eyes with sincere words, “I love you so much, Haechan. You know that?” His eyes shined with adoration as he responded, "I love you too, so so much.” You ruffled his hair playfully and continued, "Would you like to lie down in the backseat with your blanket for a nap? Or do you wanna come back up here in the clean passenger seat with me?"

Haechan shyly admitted, “I wanna be next to you,” and glanced away for a moment before climbing up into the passenger seat. You turned on the seat warmers to help it dry faster, and the heat comforted him since he still felt a bit cold. You leaned over and kissed his cheek before starting the car again. He blushed yet again at this, shivering slightly at your affection. You pulled back onto the country roads and placed your hand on his thigh, resting it there comfortingly. “Have we learned any lessons today, baby?” you ask half-teasingly, keeping your tone gentle, “Maybe about using the bathroom when I tell you to?” You glanced at him with a playful smirk and gently squeeze his thigh. He giggled at your remarks and placed his hand on top of yours, mischievously smiling despite his lingering shyness. “Hmm…I can’t make any promises. The only thing I’ve really learned today is that…maybe this awakened something in me,” he smiled shyly, rubbing your hand with his thumb. His laugh made your heart melt, and you squeezed his thigh again as you shared laughs together.

“There we go, that’s my naughty boy. But…I can’t act like this didn’t awaken something in me too. So don’t think I won’t put you in your place like this again if you decide to defy me again,” you shook your head, grinning at his cheeky behavior. You brought his hand to your lips and kissed it as you continued to look forward at the road ahead. Haechan giggled again at your kiss, and you knew that his playful demeanor was returning despite how embarrassed he seemed before. His eyes glimmered with mischief. “Mm, then I guess I won’t be listening to you next time either. I’ll look forward to it, hehe~”

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domribo · 18 days ago

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Take It Slow

Pairing: Jongho x gn!Reader

Word: 3,423

Content: established relationship, inexperienced and shy sub Jongho, very soft dom reader, guided/mutual masturbation, fingering, praise

A/N: I tried to make the language about the reader’s body vague! The fingering can be seen as anal or vaginal. Also this is my first request I’ve finished so I hope it’s okay :’) thank y’all for the patience. Basically Jongho is wanting to take things further but he’s too shy and nervous so the reader helps him find what he’s comfortable with.

As you straddled your boyfriend and caressed his broad, muscular frame, you couldn’t help but notice the way that he fidgeted beneath you. The way that he averted his gaze. His jeans were tenting, tightening the denim fabric around him, but despite this, he seemed…uneasy. He wasn’t saying much, but you sensed his reluctance. You got off of him and sat up on the bed, patting the spot next to you to urge him to sit and talk this out. His heart pounded intensely as he tried to calm himself down, but he just couldn’t. “Jongho, baby…did I go too far? It’s okay if you need me to slow down,” You consoled him, the guilt of possibly making him feel pressured hitting you like a train.

Jongho looked at you for a moment, cheeks flushed with a mixture of shyness and desire as he spoke up, barely above a whisper, “Not at all…I-I do wanna make you feel good, my love,” he gulped, darting his eyes away again when you patiently looked back at him, “I just…I don’t think I’m ready to go…all the way. It isn’t that I don’t want to, I just…”

His voice trailed off, overtaken by both anxiety and desperation. This was no attempt to alleviate your guilt. There truly wasn’t a doubt in his mind that he wanted to take things further, to explore every inch of your body while you explored his. He just wasn’t ready…not yet. Despite this, the temptation overwhelmed him. His growing arousal made him squirm in discomfort. You gave him a sympathetic smile, resting your hand on his thigh and giving it a reassuring squeeze. You felt the way his muscles relaxed a bit as your touch drained the tension from them. “That’s perfectly okay with me, baby,” you assured him, “Your comfort comes first. We don’t have to do anything that you’re not ready for, okay?”

Jongho let out a shaky sigh of relief. He knew that you tended to initiate the “firsts” in your relationship, even outside of the bedroom. You asked him on the first date, you initiated the first kiss, and he had pretty much expected that you would be the one to initiate the first time having sex too. He also knew that you had been nothing but patient and understanding of his difficulties with vulnerability, that you would never even think to push him into anything he wasn’t comfortable with. But still, the verbal affirmation melted his worries away. He lifted up his head to look at you again, his eyes welling up with touched tears.

“Thank you,” he mumbled in an effort to keep the tears in, “that means…so much more than I can say. I definitely don’t want to rush, but I still want to make you feel good…” he sighed, wishing there was some sort of compromise. He wanted you so badly he could hardly take it, he just had no idea what to do. He meekly lowered his head again, but you gave his thigh another encouraging squeeze. As you listened to his words, moved by his vulnerability, your mind raced. An idea suddenly hit you. One that could relieve his pent-up need without you having to touch him.

“I just got an idea, baby. Would you like to hear it?” you smiled adoringly at him. Jongho glanced back up at you with a timid yet eager expression and nodded. You leaned in closer to him, dropping your voice to a suggestive whisper. “What if we made ourselves feel good…together? Without touching each other,” you suggested, “I could guide you through every second. We could learn what feels good for you without crossing any lines you’re not ready to cross. But only if you’re comfortable with that,” your tone remained gentle as you made it clear to him that there was no pressure, that you were leaving this entirely up to him. As he listened to your suggestion, his cheeks flushed even redder and his eyes widened slightly. The image of you guiding him through his self-pleasure while he watched you do the same sent a shiver down his spine. Before he even realized it, he was nodding almost frantically. “I-I’d like that…a lot,” he confessed, burying his face into his hands, “I trust you completely and I do want to give you all of me, just…in small steps…” You were filled with warm, fuzzy feelings as he expressed his trust and desire for you. He parted his fingers enough to see you through them and asked, barely above a whisper, “What do you need me to do first?”

You leaned in closer and took his hands in yours, moving them away from his face. He gasped softly, feeling his heart flutter, but he had no intention of resisting. You let go of his hands and held his soft, flushed face in your hands, caressing it with your thumbs. “Your first step is to relax and get comfortable. Take deep breaths, okay? There’s no rush, sweet boy…we can take things as slowly as you need,” you soothed him, making sure he felt entirely ready to be guided through your shared intimacy. He did as you instructed, his breaths starting out shaky before growing steadier. He inhaled and exhaled slowly, the gentleness of your voice melting away any tension he was feeling. As you felt him relaxing, you lowered a hand back to his thigh and slowly ran your fingertips along it. He gasped and shuddered at this the feeling, unconsciously chasing your touch that was teasingly close to his erection. “This feels…nice already…” he swallowed hard and licked his lips nervously.

Your heart fluttered at his reactions. His anxiety had melted into shy eagerness, but you wanted to make sure he was as comfortable as could be. He tried his best to await your instruction, but his hips began twitching desperately as he tried to keep himself still. He gazed up at you with a trusting, pleading expression before speaking up, “What do I do next?”

You could see the anticipation and need building in his eyes, the way his body trembled under your touch. With a smile, you pressed yourself against him, ghosting your warm breath over his ear as you whispered your next instruction, “Patience, sweet boy…I want you to watch while I slip these off for you,” you lifted your legs off the side of the bed, slowly pulling your shorts and arousal-dampened underwear. Jongho’s eyes focused intensely on your bare lower half illuminated by the lamp in your room. His heart started pounding again in anticipation even though he had just managed to calm down. You scooted to the other side of the bed and reached into your nightstand drawer and grabbed a small bottle of lube, holding it up for him to see. He gulped nervously, averting his eyes again.

“You can look at me, pretty boy…it’s okay. And while you do, I want you to imagine that these,” you held up your fingers, squeezing lube onto them, “are your cock.” You turned your body to face Jongho, gazing lovingly into his eyes as you spread your legs and presented yourself to him. His breath caught in his throat at this sight; your fingertips coated in the slick liquid teasing at your entrance as you were on full display. He did just as you said and imagined that your fingers were him, which made his cock ache with desperation to see you put them in. He couldn’t help the low groan that escaped his throat as he watched you, the way he squirmed and fought the urge to start touching himself right then and there. He squeezed his eyes shut at these thoughts, whining, “Oh my god, you look so…” his words failed him.

You smiled fondly at him and the way his words caught in his throat. “What? I’m so stunning you can’t even look at me, huh?” Your words snapped his eyelids back open and he rapidly nodded. You chuckled at this reaction and added on, “But you’re one to talk, pretty boy.” Your soft tone paired with the straightforward praise was just too much for Jongho to take. He whined lowly as he watched and waited for your next instruction.

You tossed the bottle of lube aside and turned your full attention back to Jongho, reaching out and tenderly cupping his cheek. “Go ahead and take your cock out for me, love,” you encouraged him with a sultry whisper, “I know how badly you need to. While you stroke yourself, pretend that your hand is me…that you’re sinking into my tight warmth,” you purred, lightly brushing your thumb over his lips. He shuddered at your touch and the image your words painted in his mind. He rubbed his cheek against your palm for comfort, finally building up the courage to take care of his need as you instructed. He lowered his hands to the button of his jeans, quickly undoing it and unzipping them. He groaned as he pulled his cock out of the fly of his boxers. Your eyes widened hungrily at the sight. His tip was flushed and leaking with need, dripping down the thick shaft. Seeing his arousal made yours grow and you throbbed with desire.

He wrapped his hand around his cock and slowly moved it, shakily sighing at the relief. You brought your slick fingers back to your entrance and pushed them in, matching your pace with Jongho’s. You bit your lip as you watched him tighten his grip on his cock, sliding his hand up and down even faster. His breath grew heavier and more ragged as he watched you thrust your fingers faster to catch up with the pace of his strokes. The two of you made eye contact as you pleasured yourselves, both imagining that your hands were the other’s most intimate areas. Jongho averted his gaze out of shyness every few moments, but he always found himself looking back, unable to resist the sight of you.

“That’s it baby,” you plunge your fingers even deeper, wishing that they were him, “just look how worked up you’ve got me,” you moan, curling your fingers up against your most sensitive spot. Jongho whimpered and shuddered at the sound of your moan, his hand getting even faster, almost urgent. He covered his mouth with his other hand as if to muffle his own sounds. You saw the way he held back, how heavily he breathed into his hand as it muted his moans. “Don’t hold back, love…wanna hear you. I want to hear all the sounds that your pretty voice can make for me.”

He nodded obediently and took his hand off of his mouth, moving it beside himself and gripping onto the bedsheets. Your encouragement helped rid him of self-consciousness and slowly but surely, you got to hear him just the way you wanted to. The room was filled with the sounds of your fingers thrusting in and out of you, his hand gliding along his cock, and his soft whimpers that gradually grew louder. With just your hands already feeling so good, you both couldn’t help but imagine how incredible it would feel for him to be buried deep inside you.

“Mmm, Y/N…” he practically cried out, his voice getting louder and higher-pitched. His eyes were practically glued to your fingers as they stretched and filled you. “God…this feels so, so…ahh-“ he cuts himself off with another moan escaping between his strokes.

“Good, I know…keep going baby…just like that,” you reveled in the sights and sounds of his pleasure, and you wanted to make that known, “I love seeing you like this…love watching you fuck into your pretty hand imagining that it’s me.” Your praise made his cock throb almost painfully in his grip, and his hips bucked up into his hand almost uncontrollably. The light from your lamp made the beads of precum that leaked from his tip glisten, a sight that made you clench around your fingers as if taking him in deeper. Jongho too was getting lost in the thought of this, being fully submerged into you. His head fell back onto the headboard with a loud whine of your name. His moans and whimpers grew shakier, and the movements of his hand clumsier. Your own moans grew louder, overwhelming Jongho with pleasure even more. His chest heaved with the force of him gasping and panting.

“Ahhh, Y/N! I-I’m getting close,” he gasped, his voice starting to crack, “Can…can I cum? Please, can I…” he pleaded, seeking your permission before letting his release go. You breathily chuckled at his request. Even when he was practically falling apart, he still obediently waited for your word before letting himself go completely. That made your heart swell with affection. “Please, Jongho…you’ve been so good. I want to see you to cum for me,” you were practically pleading as much as he was at that point, “Let it out, baby…let me see your cute little face when you do.”

You tilted his chin, gently yet firmly forcing him to meet your gaze. Jongho could only whimper once again at this, his cheeks flushing and his eyes squeezing shut for a moment. You could feel your own release getting close too. You twitched and your hole clenching around your fingers as you rubbed your spot dead-on. “I’m getting close too, baby…open your eyes, don’t stop looking at me. I need to see you fall apart, and I need you to see just what you do to me too…”

Jongho wanted to see your face when you came too, so he fluttered his eyes open and hazily looked into yours. The moment he saw your face, he lost control. “Ahhh, I’m…I’m…” His voice broke and before he could even finish his sentence, his cock twitched almost violently in his grip. Ropes of cum erupted out of his tip as the sight of your fingers plunging in and out of your hole blurred in front of him. His chest heaved with the force of his orgasm and it wasn’t long before his body went almost limp. His eyes rolled back and spurt after spurt painted the clothes he was wearing. “Hnn…Y-Y/N…”

The sight of him practically senseless like this, unable to even form a sentence, sent you over the edge too. Before you knew it, your release came crashing over you and painted both you two and the sheets beneath. Your hand that was cupping his face tensed for a moment, accidentally squishing his cheeks. As you two came down from your high, you both chuckled breathily at this. You removed your fingers from your entrance and loosened your hold on his face to adore how flushed he was, the way he was still panting to regain his breath, and the mess on his clothes. But as he came back to his senses, he admired you too. He placed his hand on top of yours and rubbed it with his thumb, leaning into your touch. “That was so…wow…”

As he spoke, his voice was still hoarse. His cheeks heated up again. “Thank you for guiding me through it…I-I’ve never…” he averted his eyes and his voice softened, “I’m sorry we didn’t-“

Before he could finish his apology, you pressed your foreheads together and your finger against his lip. “Shh, no, don’t apologize, baby…” you whispered tenderly, “This was still the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced because it was with you. Watching you come undone like that, hearing the pleasure in your voice…” You nuzzled your nose against his, the affection making him hum contently. He wrapped his arms around you, and you did the same, pulling him as close as physically possible. You could feel his heart rate gradually slowing and his breaths evening out.

“It’s okay to take things slowly together, Jongho,” you brought your hand up to stroke his hair, being gentle so not to tug at the tangles, “I’m proud of you for communicating what was comfortable for you, and for trusting me like this. Never feel like you have to rush for me, okay?”

He nuzzled into your shoulder and sighed contently. Your words and your touch eased his nerves and helped his mind and body fully relax. “I do trust you…thank you for understanding. I’m glad this was enjoyable to you too, because…I really liked that,” his voice softened again, getting a bit shy as he recalled what you two had just done. He held you tighter and breathed in your scent to soothe himself again. “I’m so lucky to have you in my life…your love and support means so much to me.” He placed a soft kiss on your cheek before pulling back just enough to see your face again and smiled bashfully. You smiled back at him, leaning in and kissing his forehead to return his affection.

“I feel the exact same way, baby. I love you, and I’m the luckiest person alive because you love me,” you ran your thumbs over his smooth, soft skin and locked eyes. You felt overwhelmed with love and adoration towards him, which took over as you leaned in and captured his lips with yours. His eyes widened for a moment and he gasped softly, but he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer as you two took each other’s just-regained breath away. When you finally broke away, you kept your foreheads pressed together as you slowly caught your breath for the second time.

“I’ll cherish your trust forever,” you broke the silence, “as long as I’m here I’ll take care of any need you have, at whatever pace is comfortable for you. And I’ll be happy no matter what we do as long as it’s together.” Jongho smiled fondly at your words, but it was short-lived as self-awareness hit him. He took in the sight of your exposed lower half and the way your combined releases soaked the sheets. He finally processed the fact that his softening cock was still fully exposed. He blushed a deep shade of red and suddenly felt shy, looking away and fumbling to tuck himself back into his pants.

“Ahhh, s-sorry,” he stammered as his hands shakily zipped and buttoned his jeans. “It just hit me that we…uh…” his voice trained off as the mess was still in front of him and the scents filled the room. You chuckled at his shyness and comfortingly pat his shoulder. Before you could respond, he asked, “Do you mind if we clean up a little bit? And then we could cuddle up together and…just rest?” He was unable to look at you, so to attempt to mask the shyness, he grabbed tissues to seem focused on dabbing the cum off of his jeans. You found his shyness unbearably adorable and grabbed his shaky hands, stilling their movements.

“You don’t have to wipe your pants, silly boy…they’re going to be thrown in the washer,” you playfully squeezed his hands as you teased him, “we will wash away all the evidence of this beautiful moment.”

He pouted and let out an embarrassed whine at your words, but he could feel his hands relaxing in your touch. He sighed and pulled your hands up to his face to kiss. He had no words, so you broke the silence again.

“And you must have read my mind…I’d love to cuddle after we are all cleaned up!”

“Thank you…” he sighed contently, getting up to remove the sheets before you stopped him.

“Hey…let’s focus on relaxing first, okay? We can take a nice warm bath together. And then we can clean up our space to cuddle,” You practically whispered to him, wanting to make sure he felt cared for after such a vulnerable moment.

“Oh…sorry, I’ve got a lot to learn. I don’t really know what’s…appropriate to do after that kind of stuff…” He blushed again, leaning onto your shoulder.

“It’s alright, baby…that’s what I’m here for,” you leaned onto him too, resting your head on his, “We’ll take it slow. And after everything we do…we will care for each other and rest together.”

He smiled and nodded, feeling content and safe. He hardly wanted to move now, but he knew the two of you needed to get up and take a bath at some point. One of you would break the silence eventually, but for now, all you two wanted to do was lean on each other and let the moment linger for just a while.

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