Namjin Smut

springing a leak

Written by: stranglis

⚠️ WARNING ⚠️

Contains:

this fic contains: piss, piss drinking, elements of omorashi, a slight lack of kink negotiation/failure to communicate

~ Omorashi ~

~ Watersports ~

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Summary:

Namjoon likes to feel full.

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Namjoon liked to feel full.

He liked to feel pressure from inside of him, pushing out. Coming was the easiest way to experience this feeling. But he was slowly realizing that the same pleasure could be experienced from holding a full bladder.

So he started holding. He didn't intend for it to be sexual. He just liked the feeling of having a full bladder. He never held it to the point of desperation, but he did like to feel the pressure of his bladder. Once it started to distract him, he would go to the bathroom.

He never really considered it to be a sexual act. It was more like exercising - feeling the burn, the stretch of muscles, but in a different way.

Until.

Seokjin wasn't always around when he was horny. Sometimes the need struck him while he was producing, or when Seokjin was in vocal practise, or was otherwise occupied.

This particular time, Namjoon was in his studio. He had been working with Yoongi on a song, but Yoongi had, for once, headed back to the dorm first. So he was alone, just himself, his computer, his sound equipment, and a locked door.

He had partaken in his usual water regimen, which was slightly disorganized. He didn't want it to be organized - that made it seem like this was more of a thing than he wanted it to be. But he drank water bottle after water bottle, chugging whenever the thought to do so struck him, and always opening a new one immediately after finishing a bottle.

He was getting frustrated with the song, something just not flowing right. He decided to take a break, to release some of the pressure he felt inside.

He cracked his knuckles, and opened up a porn video he had downloaded, an old favourite. He watched as the actors kissed and fondled in the beginning, allowing himself to rub the palm of his hand against his clothed dick. As the video progressed, so did he, unbuttoning his pants and taking his dick out.

He stroked himself slowly, feeling the pressure build. This was what he liked - feeling a need bubble up inside him until he felt like he would burst. The uncontrollable feeling was addictive.

As he stroked his cock, twisting his hand at the head and applying pressure where he knew liked, he also felt the slight distension in his bladder, the need to piss heightening with every stroke. He groaned at the feeling, the delicious pressure in his lower abdomen pushing him closer and closer to the edge.

He wasn't even watching the porn anymore, instead choosing to watch the shiny head of his cock push through his fist. Without thinking about it, he brought his free hand up to push on his swollen bladder. The pain, the pressure, was so sweet, he cried out. He kept rubbing on that spot, fucking into his own fist.

Finally, he felt his release coming - he cupped the hand that had been on his bladder around the head of his cock, and fucked his fist until he came into his hand.