first time with leehan
idk if y'all can tell but i love me some needy, shy leehan - berry 🍓
you’d felt the change all night.
from the way he’d stare at you for a little too long when he thought you weren’t looking to the way he’d pout whenever your attention was elsewhere. leehan was never this clingy, but tonight was different.
you knew that he had never done this before, and maybe that was why you were so hesitant. every time he’d nuzzle his nose into your sweater or graze his hand up your thigh, you’d just smile and turn your attention back to the movie on screen, trying to hide the fact that you knew what he wanted—you were just scared it wouldn't be perfect for him.
leehan was equally as shy, but double as needy. the movie had long faded into his peripheral attention, and all of his senses were enthralled by you. the way your profile looked under the dim light of the tv, how soft your voice was when you’d explain your favourite parts of the movie, the sweet, intoxicating scent of your caramel perfume—it was all driving him insane, and he knew he just needed to suck it up and ask. you’d told him before, very patiently, that you’d wait until he was ready. but little did you know that he’d been the one waiting. and in his head, he was more than ready.
with your head resting on his shoulder and your knees pressed against his thighs, it was getting difficult to control himself. he was nervous, and shy—but his hormones had overridden his pride long ago.
tugging on the hem of your sweater to get your attention, he took advantage of how your head turned slightly to face him to lean down and press a kiss to your lips. you’d done this a few times, and leehan had developed a minor addiction to the feeling… one that resulted in him having to hide an embarrassing boner a few times.
you were surprised at the sudden kiss, but quickly melted into it. leehan attempted to prolong it, but truth be told, he had no idea what he was doing—you were usually the one to guide him. and noticing his hesitance, you did exactly that. holding the bottom of his chin gently, you moved your lips against his in a way that made it easier for him to follow along. you pulled away after a moment, and for the first time that night, you let yourself look at him—really look at him. and you knew you couldn’t dismiss his parted lips, flushed cheeks or dilated pupils for anything else.
“hannie,” you murmured, tilting your head slightly as your eyes flickered over his face. “do you want more?”
you’d never seen someone nod so quickly, a stuttered “yes” leaving his mouth before you’d even finished the question. chewing on your lip, you paused the movie before pulling him in for another kiss, this one doubly as bruising.
the kiss quickly turned into a messy makeout session, with you guiding leehan through it and leehan… well, he’d gotten hard embarrassingly quickly. he couldn’t help it—the feeling of your tongue in his mouth and your weight in his lap was too much to bear, and every second of it felt like heaven. when you pulled him down on top of you on the couch, he could honestly say he had no idea what he was doing, but him and his cock were enjoying it a little too much.
when you finally pulled away, leehan had never looked more wrecked in his life, and you’d only just started—saliva was dripping down his chin, his lips were red and plump from the kissing and his hands had a vice grip on the cushions next to your head. you’d waited for this moment for too long, and the bed felt too far away—the couch would do fine.
“you sure you wanna keep going?” you asked as you sat up slightly, tone contrastingly gentle compared to the activities which had taken place beforehand.
“please…” he murmured breathlessly in return, and you couldn’t control yourself much longer. you helped him take off his shirt and pants before getting naked yourself, feeling your ego inflate from the way his eyes widened at the sight of your body, and his hands twitched at his sides with the desire to touch but unsure of where. with your clothes now on the floor, you guided his hands up to your breasts, letting him feel wherever he wanted. leehan could swear his cock grew ten sizes from the feeling of your soft flesh in his hands. he’d imagined this, sure, but the reality was so much better.
there wasn’t much more foreplay to do—the both of you were turned on enough; you from having waited so long for this moment, and him from all the new sensations. you slipped on a condom for him, the heat in your core growing from his little moan and how his hands gripped your hips tighter. you guided him to your entrance, helping him shift his body so he was lined up.
“just push it in, baby,” you murmured your instructions, a small smile tugging at your lips at how he took a small breath as if to steel himself. he’d never looked so cute and hot at the same time. slowly, he pushed in, letting out a whimper at the incredibly new feeling of your tight, warm walls surrounding him. jesus—he swore he could die happy with his cock buried in your heat.
“good,” you praised breathlessly, hands trailing up and down his sides gently. the way his face scrunched up had your heart swelling with endearment. “when you’re ready, you can move.”
leehan opened his eyes slightly, eyes flickering down to where he was inside of you. he was honestly about to cum, but he didn’t want to say it aloud. with a hesitant look, he pulled out just enough to have you both feeling empty, before pushing back in. he let out an embarrassingly loud moan, his hand slapping up over his mouth as soon as he was back inside of you.
“let me hear you,” you laughed softly, reaching up to remove his hand as you observed his red cheeks. “you sound so pretty, hannie.”
your words made the heat grow inside him, and hesitantly, he started to move again, this time getting it more consistently. the sounds of your praise and breathy moans urged him on, the way you’d guide his hands to different parts of your body through the process had him ready to release after 2 minutes. and leehan wasn’t good at holding on.
“y-y/n,” he whimpered, rutting into you like a dog in heat. “c-can’t—”
“it’s okay, baby,” you breathed between pants, hands gripping his biceps as your back hit the couch periodically. truth be told, you were close too, and his inexperience and willingness only turned you on further. “let go for me.”
your words pushed him over the edge, and dropping his head into the crook of your neck, leehan moaned against your skin, the feeling of your walls clenching around him having him seeing stars. you came soon after, gently urging him to keep moving despite his obvious overstimulation. he slowed down soon enough under your guidance, before collapsing on top of you with a shaky whimper. the feeling of your hands gently tracing up and down his bare back grounded him a little, making him feel safe in your arms.