Sub!idol enthusiast

The room was pretty much completely dark, except for a bit of moonlight coming through the window. This lit it just enough for you to see your boyfriend who was whining over something in his sleep. The noises he made woke you up, but you weren’t complaining at all. You thought of how to relieve whatever needs he had as long as the sign of his consent was there, and it made your heart pound.

You took in the sight as you sat up in bed and hovered over him. He was breathing rapidly, his brows were slightly furrowed, and his legs were twitching like something was…bothering him. This was when you knew you needed to check. You slightly tugged at the waistband of his pajama pants, just enough to see the lacy panties he wore. You remembered the agreement between you two. It was only on nights that Kai wanted to wake up to your touch that he would wear these. You realized you had to take him up on this offer as he squirmed and whimpered beneath you.

You gently placed one hand on his waist and trailed the other down, cupping him through his panties. His skin was warm and flushed with need, so you fully planned to relieve that for him. You slowly started rubbing him through his panties, gliding your fingers softly along his length. You could feel the lace straining to contain him as he tented beneath your touch. Your other hand gently caressed his waist as if soothing him through this. Your touch was lighter than a feather to avoid startling him. All you wanted to do was bring him pleasure, after all.

Your breath hitched as Kai started to react to your touch. He moaned softly and began breathing a little harder. He unconsciously parted his thighs, giving your hand even more access. His erection rode his panties up enough to expose his intimate areas to you, leaving very little to the imagination as even the shape of what wasn’t directly visible was hugged by the lace.

His face flushed and his lips parted as you moved your fingertips maddeningly slowly over him. He began to unconsciously rock his hips into your touch and tilted his head to the side, letting out a shaky breath. You were almost tempted to wake him for a moment because of this sight and feeling. That was, until you felt warm wetness against your palm. You wondered how he had already came, but then you realized it wasn’t stopping.

“Oh.”

You suddenly realized why he was whining and wriggling in his sleep. He needed to pee. For a brief moment, you squinted your eyes in concern and confusion at the sensation, but for some reason you didn't move your hand. You felt the damp material of his panties now clinging to him as you held your hand there while his bladder emptied. His body betrayed him as he spread his legs apart somehow even farther, sharp pants and barely audible whimpers leaving his mouth. You were undeniably aroused by this sight, and you kept slowly brushing your fingertips over his now trickling bulge as the wetness spread across the sheets. You felt his body get even hotter and his muscles suddenly starting to tense. That was when you noticed his eyes starting to flutter open. He moaned softly at your touch and the feeling of his release, not yet fully processing what was happening. All the while his bladder’s contents kept spreading and saturating his panties more with every second. He looked at you through half-lidded eyes and spoke up.

“A-ah…Y/N…I think I’ve gotta…” his voice was still raspy from sleepiness, “Gotta go…”

His thighs quivered while he tried to process what was happening and what he was feeling. Every movement only made the wetness spread further and he was slowly becoming aware of the warmth leaving him as he kept instinctively grinding against your hand. You let out a soft sultry chuckle while slowly caressing his bulge.

“Mm, baby…seems to me like you’re already going, aren’t you...?”

His hazy expression abruptly changed to one of embarrassment as his eyes flew open. His face flushed and he gasped. In a failed attempt to hold it in, he squeezed his thighs together with your hand still between them. The dampness was still seeping through the fabric, and you kept palming him against it.

“N-no…I-I didn’t…” Kai stammered, his voice cracking with shame, “I didn’t mean to, I swear! I’m sorry…”

You rubbed your hand in slow, soothing circles over his leaking tip and cooed, “It’s okay my angel…let it out. It feels good after all, right?”

Even though he couldn’t deny it, he couldn't help his embarrassed squeak at what you said. He squeezed his eyes shut to keep from looking at you as tears filled them.

“Y-yeah, but…” he whimpered, his voice getting whinier every time a gush of liquid escaped him. In an attempt to stop the flow, he tensed his muscles, but it was in vain. All that he could do was slow it down a little. You pressed your finger against his lips while your other hand was still gliding along his dripping length.

“Shh, it’s okay…if it feels good then why stop? Let it all out for me, baby boy.”

You could feel every spurt of his release against your palm. He had given up trying to hold it just like you told him, and it was seeping through the lace and between your fingers at full force. The room filled with lewd noises from his mouth, the hissing sounds of his stream, and the squelching sounds of the wet fabric as you stroked him over it. As humiliated as he was, he still instinctively rocked his hips and rubbed himself against your hand. He was wrecked with conflicting feelings. Mortified tears rolled down his flushed face, but his eyes were also full of ecstasy. His body was practically vibrating as he struggled to process these feelings.

“I-I don’t think I can hold it anymore…it won’t stop…” he whimpered, “Why- ah…w-why does it feel good…?”

“You’re doing so well for me, baby…you don’t have to hold back if it feels so good. Keep going, my sweet boy,” you cooed, pressing a soft kiss to his neck to comfort him. You felt his cock pulsing underneath the drenched fabric as his stream started to slow into a steady trickle. He panted softly and his whole body started to twitch.

“Mmm, you’re already getting close, aren’t you?” Kai nodded frantically responded with no more than a loud moan. You rubbed your fingers up and down him through the now-translucent lace and felt him throbbing faster and faster. “Then cum for me, my angel…I’ve got you.”

It’s like your words had pushed him over the edge. His body shuddered and he gripped onto your arm, letting out a choked sob as ropes of cum shot through his translucent panties. He whined out your name and bucked against your palm like he wanted to prolong the ecstasy. His cum spurted through your fingers and onto the sheets, and tears drenched his pillow. He slumped against you, completely wrecked.

“I’m…I’m sorry…I really didn’t mean to make such a mess…” he panted in between words.

The moonlight gave you a beautiful image of his now see-through piss and cum soaked panties that clung tightly to his softening cock, the fluids on his skin and the sheets, and his red tear-streaked face. This sight made the whole mess completely worth it. You wrapped your arms around his trembling frame.

“Shhh, don’t be sorry angel. You only did what I wanted you to,” you practically whispered as you rubbed his back, “I should be sorry…I’m the one who worked you up so badly that you couldn’t hold it.”

Kai looked at you with an innocent, confused expression and tilted his head. “But…I’m the one who…y’know. I don’t know why this even happened…” he lowered his head in shame.

You leaned in close, lips practically touching his ear as you whispered, “And that’s fine…I loved seeing you let go like that. It was kinda cute~”

“C-cute…?” he grumbled, “You pervert…”

“Oh, don’t act like you didn’t like it too~” you teased, causing him to whine and blush deeply. He knew you were right though.

“Yeah…I-I guess I can’t deny how good it felt, but the mess…” Kai was still embarrassed, but you could feel him slowly relaxing into your embrace.

“I don’t care how messy we get as long as it feels good for my angel…I promise you. We can take care of it soon, okay?” You kissed the top of his head.

He realized that you really weren’t bothered by this at all, and it made him feel a lot better. His breathing evened out as you slowly helped him regain his composure. His cheeks were still flushed, but now pleasure and curiosity were replacing his mortification.

“So you really…liked that?”

You chuckled as he sought your approval, and you ruffled his hair with your response, “Of course I did. You were so good for me as always, and seeing you all wrecked like that…holy shit…” you held him closer, practically squeezing him at that point.

He nuzzled into your neck to hide how much he was blushing at your response, but he couldn’t hide the smile that you felt against your neck. He sighed in relief and contentment despite the dampness of his panties and the sheets starting to make him feel chilly. He gasped softly as you cupped his cheeks and tilted his head up to look at you. You took in his shy smile and chuckled lovingly at it.

“You’re probably starting to feel cold now, aren’t you?”

He nodded and timidly averted his eyes, “Yeah…a little…”

“Then…how about we take a warm bath together, change the sheets, then get right back to bed? I’ll cuddle with you all night if you’d like!” you assured him, rubbing his soft cheeks as you did.

“Yeah! I’d love that,” he chirped, his usual cheerful attitude returning.

You smiled tenderly and gave his cheeks a gentle squish, “Perfect…I promise I’ll take good care of you~” you teased, pressing your nose against his.

He blushed even harder at the implication and his heart fluttered wildly. He was impressed with how quickly you could rile him up again after you two had just gotten so intimate. He had never felt this desired and cherished in his life before. He knew that the mess he made just then should be much more embarrassing than it was, that he should still be mortified by it, but with your arms around him and your words of praise he couldn’t bring himself to care. He took in your scent and shivered with anticipation at the implications of your words.

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.”