Jimin parted dry lips with a groan, rolling towards the wall. There was a sharp pain in his pelvis that his groggy brain couldn't quite catch up with. He rubbed his thighs together, trying to squeeze away the discomfort as he slowly began to wake up.
It took a total of thirty seconds for him to realize that, oh, he had to pee and oh, two glasses of water before bed was not a good idea no matter how dry his mouth had been. With a grunt, he rolled over again, this time so his body was pressed against his boyfriend, who slept on his back, looking every bit like a dead corpse (something that the elder male was really good with at--it was unsettling the first few times they slept together, because he didn’t move. At all. And breathing was always minimal.)
Any other day, he would sit and stare at the marvelous creature he was lucky enough to call his, but right now he really needed to pee. Mourning the loss of his nestling of
blankets, he began to rise. To get to the bathroom, he would have to climb over Yoongi, since Jimin slept facing the wall.
Just when his leg was on the other side of Yoongi's torso, straddling the elder, a pair of hands grabbed at Jimin's hips, causing the young redhead to yelp and jerk with surprise."Good morning," Yoongi drawled, voice gravelly and deep, rough from a good night’s rest happily into his pillow.
Jimin made a motion to move, but the blond only gripped tighter before he began to rub circles into Jimin's abdomen, slow and sensual. If the circumstances were different, the redhead would jump at the opportunity to have morning sex--hell, he'd probably initiate it!--but right now he was nearly pissing himself and it took every ounce of effort not to soil his pants, and
in consequence, the man beneath him.
He keened at the motions, mostly out of pain but also a hint of pleasure, bracing his hands against Yoongi's chest. He was too embarrassed to admit he was about to burst at the seams, but nonetheless a panicked "Wait, I--" slipped past his lips
Yoongi hushed him gently, sexily, trailing his finger lower so he was pressing at Jimin's softened dick and the younger nearly screamed. It was almost like Yoongi was doing it on purpose.
"It's okay, I don't care about your morning breath." The elder stated with the barest hint of a smile, assuming that was why Jimin was so hesitant. Jimin whined when a hand slipped into his pants, brushing against the warm skin of his cock with a
leisurely pace.
"No, I..." He gulped, trailing off as he looked away, towards the wall, avoiding eye contact that he knew the blond was searching for. "I really have to pee." He finished in a rush, cheeks tinged a light pink at the confession. With that sad, he made another attempt to move, but again, strong hands kept him from budging.
"Can't you just hold it?" The elder nearly whined. He always had been borderline obnoxiously needy in the early mornings.
"I can't." Jimin ground out, wiggling his hips and squirming desperately. A grunt left his lips, and even he had to admit, his actions seemed quite sexual.
"Okay, then," Yoongi breathed out, hands moving from the younger's hip to his pelvis and then he pressed, hard. Jimin gasped, grinding his teeth. "You can go." Jimin was shocked upon hearing the words, especially because it became evident that he wasn't
allowed to move. "Yoongi! What? I-I'm not going to pee on you!" He looked completely scandalized, cheeks red and puffed out, eyes widened at the suggestion.
"Well, then you can hold it." The elder offered, pressing his fingers harder against Jimin's bladder. The younger let out a squeak when he felt a hot squirt trickle inside of his pants. His hands flew to
the front of his pants violently, gripping his cock and squeezing his thighs shut in an attempt to keep it all in. This was so embarrassing, he wanted to die.
But...it was also a little exciting, the complete lack of control as Yoongi lay sprawled beneath him, spurring him on with coos as Jimin squirmed, thighs shaking uncontrollably as he tried to keep it in.
One more trickle, he held on tight. Another came, he was nearly crying, eyes shut tight as Yoongi continued to press on his bladder with insistentance. But Jimin knew that if he really didn’t want this--if he pulled away with a serious “stop”, or pushed Yoongi away, this would be over. But oddly enough...he didn’t want it to be."You're gonna piss on yourself, huh, Jiminie? Are you going to soak your pants for me, baby?"
That was when it happened, with no intention of stopping.
Hot wetness was spilling out, causing
his sweat pants to darken instantly as it spread, leaking down his thighs. He rocked his hips back and forth, tears spilling from his eyes. He couldn't believe the situation. Here he was, wetting himself in front of his boyfriend, on his boyfriend!
It felt so good, though. To finally release it all, and he threw his head back, reveling in this warmth that kept coming, soaking him through and undoubtedly Yoongi underneath him. He let out a lost whine as he released himself. Completely letting go. The liquid was no longer only soaking his pants, but now coming through in a thin line, drizzling out onto Yoongi’s clothed stomach, darkening the fabric to match Jimin’s own wetness. It was a strange sensation, everything was so damp and sticky, and he could faintly smell his piss through the haze.
There was something slightly erotic about it, as he let out a satisfied “Ahhh,” stealing a glance down towards his boyfriend, whose face was considerably more pink than before they started, lips drawn in a tight line. This was the face he usually mustered when Jimin was teasing him before sex, and that sent a sick thrill down Jimin’s spine. When he was finished, Yoongi patted at his back, reaching another hand up to wipe at the tears gathering on the bridge of his nose and cheeks that Jimin wasn’t even aware had slipped past his eyes.
"How did that feel, baby?" His voice was thick and sweet like honey, as if he were talking to a child. Another shiver down his spine.
He hid his face behind his hand, not sure how to respond. Not sure how to tell Yoongi that he liked it. He felt so vulnerable, and this time he was aware that tears were slipping back his eyes, trailing down his cheeks and everything was so wet--all of his self control gushing out in wet spurts.
“Shhh, baby, don’t cry. You did great. You’re beautiful, Jimin.” The one addressed looked up slowly, hesitantly, hand removing itself to seat itself in his wet lap.
“R-really?” He asked, sniffling. A tiny smile upturned the corners of his lips. It made him happy to know that Yoongi wasn’t mad, didn’t find him disgusting.
“Yes, you looked so beautiful. I love you so much.” Now the two of them were smiling, and Yoongi reached up a hand to trail through slightly knotted red hair.
“You liked it?” Jimin asked timidly, and when Yoongi nodded, the younger felt a slight twitch in his ruined pants. “Then...maybe we could do it again sometime.”
“God, I love you.” Yoongi answered, gripping at Jimin’s neck to bring him down in a sweet kiss. “We should both probably go shower now...and do a load of laundry.” His words were said sheepishly, and Jimin giggled, climbing off the other and wincing a bit when his wet thighs clung to the fabric of his sweatpants.
“Yeah.” He answered simply, and was surprised to find that he didn’t feel one bit vulnerable as he made his way to the bathroom, bladder empty and pants wet.
Author note: welp no sex but if you want I can make a sequel were they have sex. Just comment and lmk, I can make that happen😌. Have a good day! ❤
