User:A weeb

It was the end of the concert when Jimin began to feel the heaviness in his bladder, drops of sweat tempting him to dive into the nearest restroom. But there was no use, as they were all in a hurry to finally head home. He didn't ask why, it's easier just to follow the orders. Yoongi would widely appappreci it. And besidesb he'd just be bombarded with army bombs and screams if he even set foot out the exit. It was a trap. He sighed at the thought of using a bottle again.

yes again, the first time was their debut stage. Honestly, it was a dark time for all of them.

Jimin sighs again. He has to stay professional.

Exiting the elevator, he spots Taehyung in front of him squirming as he walked. Guess he wasn't the only one with the problem.

They all change quickly, Seokjin being the first to finish and walk out the room, Yoongi next. It took a while but jn the end it was just Jungkook, Taehyung, and himself. Jimin had been holding It for too long. All he can think about was his mentor 300 toilet waiting for him at the dorm. The shiny accent, the cushioned seat calling his name.

He couldn't move, the pain from his pelvis grew as he crosses his legs on the sofa, he messed with his shoelaces to look busy. He eyed the other two and sees Jungkook poking under his eyes with a q-tip and Taehyung looking at him with a unreadable expression. But he looked away, and Jimin felt the pressure inside him feel a little different. Biting the inside of his cheek, he grabs the empty water bottle by his feet.

"guess I have no choice.." he thought with a groan.

He waited another moment and looked at his two members again. Jungkook was packing his bag and wiping away any more makeup. He was nearly done. But as for Tae, ..he still stood on square one, with sweat dripping doqn his temple, traveling down his neck. He couldnt help but worry, maybe he wasn't well.

"Ok I'll see you guys in a bit I'm going to the restroom, tell the others I'll take a while." Jungkook hurried to the door.

Jimin saw hope “Can I-”

"Ok we won't be long" Taehyung waved.

Jimin groaned and managed to get up, a bit sour that Taehyung cut him off as Jungkook ran for the door. But he couldn't complain, he just needed to go.

As if on cue, Jimin is pulled back onto the sofa, and onto the lap of non other than Taehyung.

"Tae what the hell, please. I need to go.." Jimin lets out. But Tae turns Jimin, making him straddle his waist. Jimin twitches, trying his best to harden his bladder, his spread legs making it difficult to do so.

He takes in Jimin’s scent as he kisses the crook of his neck, hard dick pressed against Jimin's jeans. "I've been craving you all day Jimin, everyone took so long to finally leave." he scraped his teeth behind his ear. “You were such a tease.” He growls against his neck, nipping his nape. God, it felt so good.

Jimin felt weak, the feeling of Tae so eager against him made his pants tighter. He tried to brush the temptation, weakly pushing his shoulders away but Tae wouldn't have it. "It's not fair.." he pressed a kiss against Jimin's soft lips "..i want you so bad, it's been so long." He continues to kiss him, making Jimin melt against him at the movement of their lips.

It had been a while, being alone like that. It was dangerous, so fun.

Jimin finds pleasure in the tightness inside him as Taehyung sucks on his lips and squeezes at his ass. He grinds his clothed dick against Taehyung, moaning inside his mouth.

"Fuckk Jimin" Holding his piss in made him feel so dirty. But the moments of them wrinkling and disheveling their clothes made him feel ok. He grinded so much it felt so right to be against Tae like this. The feeling of their bulges growing from touches made Jimin want he felt selfish, eager. Just like Tae.

Jimin was in trance with Taehyung’s kisses and bruising sucks, he felt light, his knees weakening.

Tae slides his hands onto the edges of his jeans, sliding them off to reveal Jimin's cute wet dick. "You're already so wet, baby. so good. So pink" Jimin blushes. Tae licks his lips and pumps Jimin at a pace he wasn't prepared for. "Ahh--fuck. Tae nn" Jimin grabs his shoulders and grinds into his big hands. It felt like a dream, the feeling and pace picking up, the room being filled with the huff of Jimin's little moans. He unbuttons his shirt letting Tae kiss and suck on his chest, his stomach coiled up with butterflies with the touch of his lips against a his skin. He moans and pulls at the back of Tae's hair causing him to return some noise. They're both touching and wanting, all over again.

Jimin’s eyes widen, his fingers tangle at Tae’s shoulder at the tightened feeling. The fast pace of his wet hand made him speechless, “Tae wait!” the teasing finger against his tight hole made saliva drip, “stop Tae I think- ah I can't now nn” However Taehyung doesn't listen and pulls out his dick, feeling their dicks against each other. Their tips wet and oozing with excitement, becoming one.

“Jimin you're so fucking beautiful like this.” Tae captures Jimin’s face, groaning with pleasure and passion. He feels Jimin buck his hips, his legs twice around him. Jimin bites his lips hard, but the flow was too powerful, too full inside him. He didn't have a choice. The pleasure and disparity mixed into one, causing an inaudible moan from his sick dirty mouth. He did it.

He trembles as he let's it free. Piss flowed out his tip quickly as Tae's hand slowly continues his motion around them. Tae moans at the hot piss touching his skin, soaking his crouch and abdomen.

“I- I'm sorry” Jimin’s breath is still heavy, guilt forming his mind. He can only imagine what Tae was thinking. He looks down at his mess, the soaked jeans, the yellow hue on Tae's white shirt. He mentally curses.

Tae watches them too, the way the yellow and white beads trail down their pulsing dicks. He licks his lips.

“...I really needed to use the bathroom.. I didn't know you'd attack me like that. “Jimin starts. But Tae doesn't need the excuses, he takes his face and places kisses on his cheek, trailing them to his plush lips. “Do it again”

Jimin’s eyes sparkled.

It didn't take long for them to get heated again, more orgasms and piss from both men filling their laps. It was so fucking amazing, the heat never stopped. Taehyung pounds against Jimin, his tight entrance oozing with piss and desperation. He moans at each steaming squirt from Taehyung. He felt so helpless and happy trembling there on the wet couch. He loved this so much.

More pounds made Jimin’s cheeks numb, the veins of Taehyungs dick teasing his own. “fuck.” Tae grabs him, hugging him against his chest exhausted.

Jimin turns his head, breathless from their experience. “how are we gonna clean this up?” they both smile and laugh. “we'll just say it was Kook.” Tae licks his lips again, kissing Jimin softly.

“Mm yeah, sounds good. “