Work Text:
Jungkook rushes clumsily to the bathroom, panicking, mentally berating himself for purposely remaining as far from it as possible when he prepared for this exact moment. He’s been holding for either two or three days, he's not sure, but he had no idea that it'd make him feel so desperate.
He stumbles hurriedly on tightly crossed legs, squeezing his hands between his thighs as he digs down as harshly as he can onto his half-hard dick. A shaky moan escapes from his parted lips, and Jungkook whines a little at the pressure of his pushing bladder, feeling the sting of holding it send jolts of pleasure through him. The bathroom seems so much farther than it really is, but it feels so relieving to just squeeze himself to the point where it hurts so good.
It's not like he wants to pee on anyone (or any thing), or have anyone's pee on him, but the idea of holding it until he bursts has him squeezing his thighs together and biting his lip. It just feels so good, the way his lower belly is bloated and aching with how long he hasn't gone to the bathroom, the way he writhes with how desperately he’s trying to resist the urge.
Jungkook’s squirming, grabbing himself through his boxers and moaning helplessly, legs shaking. He’s about to fucking pee himself, he’s so close. He can’t hold it, he needs to go, needs to hurry before it’s too late—
A sharp pang shoots through his belly, and he gives a strangled whimper. He has to stop to lean against the wall, breathing hard, and gripping his dick almost painfully. His body twists as Jungkook feels a bit of pee trickle down his legs, sending pleasure shooting up his spine, and he panics, letting out a cry. He's all too aware of how warm it is, how it soaks into his boxers as the dark spot between his legs is only getting bigger and bigger. It's so warm and wet, it makes him want to relax and just go.
He looks up, face flushing, and sees that the bathroom is a bit more down the hallway, just around the corner. He feels piss roiling in his bladder, throbbing at the prospect of relief, the desperate urge to pee so much harder to resist. Jungkook clenches, shoving his hands deeper into his crotch, moaning softly, barely managing to stop the trickle. His legs shake, and he takes a tentative step forward, freezing immediately as he feels more hot piss leak from his dick. He whimpers at the sensation, his boxers only getting wetter, as he clenches again to stop it. His hips jerk, and Jungkook feels how his bladder lurches, large and heavy in his belly, pounding insistently. He tries desperately to keep it all in, shuddering, bouncing on his feet.
He's been holding for so long, it's surprising that he's managed to last for a decent while. But the incessant need to go intensifies, and he manages to make it halfway down the hallway before he has to slow down, unable to resist humping his hips forward into his unmoving fists, squeezing his cock as hard as he can. Jungkook fidgets, lets out a weak whimper. He feels himself getting fully hard, and risks moving one of his hands to massage at his aching balls.
A cry escapes him as a spurt of piss leaks from his dick. His legs jerk.
"N-no!"
He tenses, and in a panic, his hand flies back to deliver a stinging slap to his bulge. He almost doubles over, lurching, as a choked gasp tumbles from his mouth. Without hesitating, he does it again, the harsh hit sending shocks of pleasure through him, making his knees nearly buckle.
"Oh fuck, oh god…" he whines, feeling his dick twitch through his damp boxers.
To his relief, there are no more spurts, and his hand joins the other in tightening his grip. This time, he grinds one of the heels of his hands into his cock, while his fingers reach back to push at his balls. He moans softly.
His wrists are starting to ache with how long he’s been practically cutting off the blood flow to his cock. Jungkook's sure if he looks down, the head would be wet and purple, begging to pee. His body jerks at the thought.
Jungkook’s bladder throbs with every buck of his hips, insistent on constantly reminding him of his need. But it's so good, holding as long as he can, and Jungkook can only knead at his bulge with an iron grip, throwing his head back with a moan. His knuckles are white with how hard he’s squeezing his cock, trying to suppress the incessant pangs. He’s practically strangling his dick, about to wet himself, about to burst.
"Fuck, please, I can't—I can't hold it," he begs helplessly.
His cock is so deliciously hard from his desperation, and it feels so good he almost loses it right then and there. Jungkook’s bladder is tight, and he’s so full, he’s not sure how much longer he can hold it, pressing his fists roughly into his dick. He has to move, has to make it, so he stumbles as fast as he can, making his way closer to the bathroom. He arrives at the corner, and just has to turn to see the blessed door—
Jungkook's leaning on the door for support, panting, his bladder just knowing it's so close to relief, and pushes more urgently for him to go. His other hand works extra hard to keep the piss at bay while the other fumbles at the doorknob, his sweaty skin making it hard to grip it.
"Oh my god, I can't—why does it have to be closed? Please, just fucking—open!"
He gives a little cry of frustration and has to stop for a moment to press roughly at his bulge. He’s squirming, bouncing on his feet, and rocking his hips forward, panting heavily. He's so, so hard.
Just as he’s about to give up to piss himself right there, just a step away from release, finally, finally, Jungkook is able to twist the doorknob and shove himself into the bathroom. He sobs in relief.
He just lets the door drift halfway closed, careless, doesn’t even bother to turn around to lock it. His hands fumble, desperately pulling his boxers down so forcefully that he hears a few threads snap. He doesn't give it a second thought.
When his hands free his dick for just a moment, a surge of pee jumps from his crotch. He lets out a short whine, not caring at all as he clumsily sits down backwards on the toilet, his front facing the lid, and his ass just on the edge of the seat. Cool air rushes over his skin dampened by piss and sweat as he watches a drop of precum gather on the tip of his dick. He's clenching to stop the pee, trembling with the effort, and he lets out the most indulgent moan of relief that day.
Sure that he’s definitely gonna cum from pissing, he lets himself revel in the arousing feeling. His balls press amazingly against the seat, its cold shocking him at first, but soon warming up with how heated he is. He practically humps the toilet seat with hard little shoves, letting out broken whines and soft gasps. He loves the way his balls drag against the porcelain, which is only getting wetter and wetter with his piss and precum.
Now that his eyes are glued to the toilet, the sight of it is enough for Jungkook’s bladder to pulse, its piss pushing incessantly against his muscles, throbbing for him to just go. He sobs, stroking his dick as fast as he can while his other hand clutches at the base, some of his fingers splaying over his heavy balls.
As he moves, his swollen bladder aches, bloated in his belly. His hips swing carelessly back and forth, making the toilet seat clatter as he pushes, gasping, tightening his muscles to force the piss out. Moaning, he feels it surge through his dick, fiery and hot.
The stream starts weak at first, then reduces to drops. Jungkook whimpers, can't help but push again. Soon, the stream starts once more, and is much stronger this time. It sprays savagely, tearing past his dickhole, hissing loud and heavy, ramming into the bowl, driving like a drill into the water. Jungkook jerks and gasps for breath, his back arching.
He whines, "Fuck—oh god, oh my god, f-feels so good, oh god. P-please, oh fuck, fuck!"
The stream is burning hot, and he’s peeing so forcefully and so hard it stings the sensitive skin of the head. It violently pushes out from his dick, harsh and throbbing through a cockhole that’s too small for so much piss bursting to escape. The sound of it splashing and sloshing into the water echoes around him, drilling into his ears.
His legs spread further apart, and Jungkook tries his best to thrust into the feeling, moaning brokenly, even though he knows there’s nothing there for him to fuck himself against. His hand flies to the head of his cock, squeezing it with his fingertips, making him gasp.
In a fit of desperation, he clenches and tightens his thick thighs around the toilet, trying as hard as he can to stop the flow midway. It weakens before his eyes, and he jerks, gasping, the piss swinging sideways as he does. But it doesn't stop.
Without thinking, Jungkook's hand lands a sharp slap to the tip of his dick, and he jolts, crying out at how good it feels. Holding it by its base, he straightens it with a trembling hand, and lands another forceful hit, which stings the head with lancing pain. The hit makes him whine and gasp, writhing. The sting is good, it's so good.
With one more fierce slap that rings in his ears, that has him sobbing, the stream finally dribbles to a stop.
A sharp pang pierces through his dick, and it hurts in a way that makes heat gather tight in his stomach. He throws his head back, bouncing on his legs with his eyes blissfully closed and his mouth hanging open, whining and moaning loudly.
He’s sure that there’s still plenty of piss left in him. He gives his dick a hard squeeze that has his legs jerking and breath hitching. This is the hottest thing he’s done in so long.
Jungkook squirms, giving his cock short, hard squeezes with his fingertips, trying to ease the pressure mounting inside it. He pants breathlessly with how his bladder begs him to let go again, it's so good, please, do it again, just a little more! Don’t stop now, remember how it felt when all that piss was pushing so hard past your dick? It feels so good when you push, please, do it again, the way it burns is so—
With another sob, he lets piss rush through his cockhole, harsh and unforgiving. It feels just as good as before, the flow starting up again, and he can hear how the spraying gets steadily louder as it echoes around the bathroom, how hard it plunges into the water like a concentrated hose. His pee hisses, forcing itself past his tight dickhole, burning and bursting and feeling so fucking good. The way it hits the water so loudly has Jungkook writhing again, and he actually fucks into his own fist, the slide of his achingly hard dick and the palm of his hand heavenly as he watches himself pee, panting heavily, the stream swaying back and forth with his messy thrusts.
The water is a warm yellow, almost yellow-orange with how much he has pissed. He swings his hips wildly, amazed with how much he’s managing to pee, the steam seeming endless. The thought makes him gasp and moan, and somehow, the stream manages to spray even harder when he pushes more. Jungkook twists and jerks against the toilet, the porcelain clattering, his toes curling and his lips slick with spit. He’s peeing so much.
He throws his head back again, closing his eyes, and leaving his mouth open, intending to ride out the last spurts of piss in pleasure. He wishes he could pee forever, ride on this high forever with how incredibly good it feels.
Thankfully, he feels so close, his orgasm insistent, tightening his stomach. The stream is weaker, but still shows no signs of stopping.
He cuts off the flow again, this time more successful as it ceases immediately. Another sting of pleasure shoots up his dick and into his stomach as some drops leak from his dick, pushing him closer to the edge. His legs jerk and his body jumps, a gasp forced from his throat. He moans softly, always feeling so good when stopping a heavy stream.
Tenderly, Jungkook starts pissing again, his dick twitching with a spurt. The head of his cock is so sensitive, he feels the pee gather just before his dickhole until it bursts forth with force. A broken cry escapes his lips. He can never get over that initial feeling of piss rushing past his hole, and he trembles with pleasure, his body hunching with how good it feels, whimpers slipping past his lips. He pushes for a moment, watching his stomach contract, before he stops the stream again, savoring, with a sigh, the familiar stab of painful pleasure, feeling his climax tensing his muscles a bit more. His bladder aches with how much he's pissed, his cockhole burning as if it’s been rubbed raw and steaming.
He repeatedly stops and continues to pee over and over, thrusting into his fist with every pleasurable spurt of hot piss, watching it arc into the bowl in bursts. He gasps a little harder, pants a little heavier, feeling his orgasm just right there, so close to surging up from inside him. Every splash of pee plunging into the water urges him more, and even as every burst gets weaker and weaker, his climax only seems to get stronger and stronger.
Finally, Jungkook saves his last sizable amount of piss for last. He’s practically teetering on the edge by now, shaking with how close he is to cumming. He breathes heavily, tensing his muscles, and lets a strong stream surge from his dick, almost doubling over from how a pang shoots up to his belly. He strokes himself hard and fast, his hips jerking wildly at this point, his moans rising in pitch and getting louder. The pee is so, so hot, searing against his sensitive cockhole, and he feels something else rise in his belly, something more insistent, it's right there, and—
Jungkook's breath quickens. "Fuck, fuck, oh fuck!"
The last of his pee bursts in a sudden strong spurt as Jungkook’s stomach tightens and he cries out. He's jerking his dick erratically, fucking shaking when cum follows right after. His eyes have fallen shut again, and he’s practically bending over in pleasure, his hips fucking forward. He gives a long, loud, breathless whine, feeling his cum push past his dickhole like his piss does, but more slick, so much thicker, and pushing harder to force its way out of his cock. He focuses solely on that feeling, whimpering as he hears some of the cum land in the water, but most of it dribbles down the length of his dick and onto his fingers.
His body gives a few jerks as he rides out his orgasm, enjoying the feeling of more and more cum spurting from his dick as he strokes it slowly, languidly. He sighs happily, not wanting to open his eyes and have the nice, heady fog of bliss disappear. Even so, Jungkook gives one last pinch to the head of his cock, which makes him gasp and curl his body in.
As his breathing slows down, Jungkook relaxes for a moment, letting out a slow breath. His dirtied hand lays harmlessly off his thigh, and his dick goes back to being soft. After one of the best orgasms of his life, he’s feeling too hot and sluggish to clean himself up.
Though, he manages to wrinkle his nose because of the smell of piss, so he reaches over and flushes the toilet. He then stands on shaky legs, his breathing uneven, and hands trembling. After a moment to compose himself, he wipes off his hand with some tissues, then the rest of his body, making sure to be gentle around his sensitive dick. Not one to leave things sloppy, after he throws the tissues away, Jungkook grabs some sanitary body wipes and cleans himself further.
Satisfied, he throws the wipes away and washes his hands, noticing how sweaty and flushed his face is when he looks at himself in the mirror. He washes his face, too, and drags his feet as he makes his way to his bed, pulling on a new pair of boxers and throwing the wet ones in the laundry basket as he goes. Jungkook yawns, feeling blissfully loose and sleepy with his recent relief and rolls into bed, throwing the blanket halfway over his body, still feeling somewhat warm and heated.
Nevertheless, he sighs contently, satisfied with the day’s events, his cheek pressing into his pillow. He’s so relaxed that a little warm pee manages to trickle from his dick, stopping after a few drops. He thinks nothing of it and assumes it's just a nice tingle he has from getting himself off.
With that last thought drifting away, Jungkook falls into a gentle sleep.