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Traffic Dilemmas

Description x Warnings:

Y/n and Jimin have a first date, but Jimin’s shy bladder interrupts things. Cue in the traffic and a desperate boy. Fun ensues.

(Omorashi, Shy!Jimin, Very slight dom/sub elements, Mostly fluffy I guess, Desperation, Self Wetting.)

“Um. Jimin, are you sure you’re okay?” You ask again, watching as he crosses and uncrosses his legs for the 3rd time.

Jimins eyes shoot up to meet yours and you can see the nervousness.

“Y-yeah. I’m fine.” He promises, throwing you a fake smile.

You narrow your eyes at him not convinced, but then decide to ignore his strange behavior. You continue to eat your food and talk to him, laughing at his cute jokes. The date was going well. It ends well too, and as you walk back to the car, you notice that Jimin is squirming again. He opens the door for you with a tight smile and you enter, thanking him. He shuts the door and you watch as he hobbles to the drivers side, wincing with each step.

The drive back to your place is slow, traffic being the main cause. The night is bright with the red of vehicle tail lights, illuminating the road in a crimson red. The honking of cars is loud, penetrating even the closed windows of the car.

As the car comes to another stop on the congested road, you hear a loud whimper next to you. You turn to see Jimin squirming and panting, thighs squeezing together.

“Alright, that’s enough. Jimin, get outta the car.” You say, stepping out into traffic. 

You walk over to Jimin’s side and pull open the door. He stares at you in shock as you pull him out of the car by his hand. You look up at him and sigh.

“Since you won’t tell me whats wrong, you can’t drive. Plus you’re gonna get us killed with all that squirming.” You scold slightly. He sighs and walks over to the passenger side, pouting angrily.

A couple of minutes later, you’re both seated in the car thats barely moved an inch, and Jimin is trying his best to stifle his whimpers and whines. You watch as he brings his hand down to his crotch and a look of realization flashes across your face.

“Jimin. Do you need to pee?” You ask gently, not wanting to spook him.

JImin tenses in his seat and lets out a sigh of frustration.

“I-I have a shy bladder, okay? It was our first date a-and I didnt wanna leave to go to the bathroom, you know?” He stammers, making up excuses.

“I understand. You know if you keep holding it, you’re gonna hurt yourself. I can see a bulge through your pants babe. That’s not healthy.” You tell him gently.

He lets out a weak laugh. “I-I’m fine. Really.” He lies, but theres a clear look of pain on his face.

“Jimin… You can let go. I don’t mind.” You whisper.

Jimin immediately refuses, head snapping in your direction.

“Heck no! I’ll hold it. I-I’m not a kid you know…” He mumbles, gritting his teeth as the urge to pee reaches threatening levels. His knees start to bounce sporadically and he starts to whimper.

“Jimin, I’m serious. Let go. Right now.” You respond firmly, sending him a glare.

Jimin shakes in his seat, unable to respond to you. His cheeks are crimson with shame, eyes threatening to spill tears. He mumbles out the word ‘no’, hands gripping at his crotch.

You sigh and wait for the inevitable to happen, and seeing as the traffic had completely stopped moving, it was going to happen. And it finally did.

Jimin let out a dry sob of humiliation as the first spurt of piss hit his boxers. He clenched his thighs together and panicked, but it was too late. The steady stream of piss left him, hitting his boxers and sliding down his thighs, a hissing sound so loud, it was heard over the honking of the cars that surrounded yours. You watched as Jimin essentially falls apart, whimpering and whining, stream weakening to a slow flow, to a trickle, then stopping. Jimin kept his face downwards, staring at the wet mess that spread on his thighs, soaking the car seat. The scent of piss filled the car. The cars finally start moving again, and you drive home with Jimin in complete, utter silence. 

You both arrive at your place and you park. Jimin remains silent, looking down still. You sigh and turn to him.

“Come on. Let’s go inside. You’ve had a tough day. You can sleep over.” You say, sending him a sweet smile.

Jimin’s head shoots up and tear filled eyes meet yours.

“I-I-I thought…” He trails off, lip quivering.

You sigh and reach forward, cupping his cheek with your palm.

“You thought I’d be grossed out? Send you home alone? No way. You couldn’t help it. You were desperate.” You coo at him, running your thumb over his soft skin.

He immediately starts to stutter out apologies.

“I-I really wanted this date to be amazing! I-I don’t know what happened b-b-but I’m so sorry!” He says, hoping to make you understand.

“Jimin. I’m really fine. Honest. I’m actually glad you let go. You could have hurt yourself. I’m not mad, okay? Plus, this date was perfect. Really. Now calm down.” You respond, smiling gently at the shy boy.

He blushes and nods, feeling hope bloom in his chest. He pulls open the car door and stumbles out, embarrassment reigniting when he sees how soaked the car seat is. He shuts his door and walks to your side, then he pulls your door open. You smile and get out of the car. Jimin shyly looks at you, cheeks red.

“Th-Thank you Y/n. Really.” He whispers, grateful that you were giving him this chance, since  he sincerely liked you.

“It’s okay Jimin. Come on. Let’s get inside.” You say to him, and you walk alongside him to the front door.

As the weeks go by, and you and Jimin officially start dating, everything feels perfect. But you can’t help but think back to your first date. You think of how desperate he was, about how he cried, about how he squirmed, and the little sounds he made. It always got you wet.

So the day you purposely made him drink over 10 cups of water with the claim that you were ‘worried about his health’, you knew what you were aiming to achieve. More mental snippets of his desperation and frustration. But Jimin isn’t stupid. He notices his girlfriends secret needs, and decides to give her what she wants, even if it costs him his dignity.

Besides, who’s to say they’re not both enjoying their little games?