sylvia

warnings -> ummm u need to pee and he makes u hold it? idk if that’s piss kink rly. squirting, penetration, slight headlock position

i deny all piss kink allegations!……however ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১

“i need to pee,” you interrupted, moving to stand — but his arm tightened around your waist, bringing you impossibly closer, pressing your back to his chest.

“dex. i need to pee.”

he hummed in understanding, arm not loosening, jaw nuzzled perfectly into the crook of your need.

“how bad?”

you squirmed.

“so bad, get off.” you groaned, pushing at his arms but he just used the arm you were led on to wrap around your front — essentially a headlock, but too loose to be restrict any air — sliding his nose over the shell of your ear.

“you can hold it for me, right?” he whispered, a shiver going down your spine as you felt the heaviness of your bladder. his left hand slid down your stomach, into your shorts.

“right?” he pressed, arm finally wrapping around your neck to jostle you a little.

“y-yeah. i can hold it.” you mumbled, feeling his hand slide through your slick folds, pressing your clit with a pressure that made your head spin.

dex tightened his arm around you before drawing maddeningly slow figure eights on your clit, soft sighs leaving your lips. a certain stroke made your bladder flutter, threatening to almost.

you whined, pushing at his arm. “dex, seriously. please, i need to pee.”

he scoffed. “hold it.” he demanded, rougher this time, pressing you into his chest as his fingers sped. “c’mon, don’t make a mess. you can hold it for me, can’t you?” he cooed mockingly, kissing up your neck and jaw. his middle and ring finger slipped in, making your jaw drop with a soft mewl, nuzzling into the crook of his arm.

but they slipped out quick as they did in, hands moving to push down your shorts and his boxers.

“dex—“ he shushed you with another jostle, sliding his tip through your folds before notching into your entrance, sliding in with ease that made a soft noise fall from you and a deep groan from him. he hooked your leg over his, digging his heels into the mattress before setting a steady pace that made you want to cry.

with every deep, steady roll of his hips, you could feel the mushroom tip of his cock jostling the heaviness of your bladder. you whined with a squirm, feeling it quiver as you bucked your hips.

“i know baby, need to go so bad, don’t you?” he pressed on your lower abdomen. you shivered, pee threatening as tears gathered along your waterline with a desperate nod.

“fuck, can feel you holding it in, baby. squeezin’ me so fucking tight. doin’ so good for me.” he growled, pressing down on your stomach in a way that had your bladder wobbling.

you cried, gasping as you clenched harder around him, his arm clamped firmly around your neck, cheek smushed against his bicep.

“dex, pleasepleasepleaseplease. ‘m gonna pee.” you pleaded desperately, nails digging into his arm.

he shook his head, kissing your jaw and then cheek. “hold it just a little longer okay? then you can go.” he huffed, hand relieving you of momentary pressure to grab your hip, chasing his own high.

you panted, pleasure tickling up your spine with a shudder. your cunt fluttered around his thick cock, drool coating his bicep. his hand left your hip to press against your throbbing clit.

“you’re so close, sweetheart. i know, come on. you can let go.” he coaxed, eyes never leaving your flushed and scrunched up face.

with another wobble of your bladder you couldn’t take it anymore, going over the edge with a sob that was part relief and part humiliation — a sound that made dex’s cock swell — clenching around him desperately as you finished all over his thighs and the sheets, vaguely hearing his hushed coos and the feeling of his warmth filling.

thinking about shane maguire fucking you in his little tent in the middle of the woods.

your back is pressed against the hard cot on his camo sheets, he's covering your mouth with his big hand and cooing at you when your whimpering gets too loud, like he isn't literally splitting you open. "shhh shhh, gotta be quiet f'r me, right baby?" he grins wickedly at your feverish nodding, always so compliant for him. "thaaaats it, such a good girl" he kisses all over your face, nipping at the sensitive skin on your neck as he feels you moan into his palm and drool on him. he doesn't mind.

your tummy is bulging with each thrust, and it only spurs him on. he rubs your sensitive, puffy clit until your legs shake, thrusts becoming sloppier and quicker as his balls draw up. he nearly cums on the spot when he feels your gummy walls clenching and fluttering around his cock, this being your 5th orgasm. "there we go.." he'll fuck into you a few more times before spilling inside of you with a grunt, his hand tightening on your face for a fraction. the feeling of his hot, sticky release filling you up is one you'll never get used to. but he'll make you get used to it.

"such a sweet girl, hm?" he'll praise you almost condescendingly, pulling out and letting his cum seep out of you before cleaning you up with a stray rag. he'll make you say you're his, even if you're panting and recovering from your orgasm. he slaps your flushed cheek lightly to break you out of your fucked-out state, trying to get your big glossy doe eyes to look at him.

and once you finally mutter out that soft, raspy, "m'yours, shane...", he'll scoop you up into his big arms and kiss you goodnight, muttering about how fucking good you are for him, how you took him so well, how you're his perfect girl.

c.ws :: mdni , smut , slight degradation , missionary so you can continue arguing , dirty talk.

"stop being so fucking mad at me." frank grumbles out from above, driving the point home by grinding his cock in deeper inside you. your thighs quiver despite yourself where they're hooked around his waist, lewd slapping noises permeating the room just to tease you. “i said sorry an hour ago.”

you keep turning your face, trying to angle it out of reach, or at least force the fury back into your expression. you can’t fight the scrunch of pleasure that crosses your face, however. he can see that too. the grudge held like a stone dam, meant to keep your pride immune and well guarded from the way he's fucking you into the mattress. but it never works.

"m’not-"

"you are." he nips at your shoulder, voice muffled. "you keep clenching up when i talk.” his hips rear back steadily, a wet squelch sounding from where you're joined, then he sinks back in with a grunt of effort. "except down here."

the truth stings worse than the fight itself: frank knows you like the back of his hand. the front and back. he knows exactly how to fuck you until your resentment feels misplaced and petty.

hands that had been pushing against his chest find the silky sheets instead, clutching tight.

"it was a stupid fight," he pushes in again, slowly, allowing you to relish in the thick ridge and veins dragging along your walls while he explains the situation to you.

"and you know it." pride makes you not answer, of course, the only thing you can manage is a soft whine.

"sweetheart," he sighs. "you really gonna let me cum in this pussy while you're busy pretendin' to hate me?" you blink up at him in silent retort. defiance radiating from every inch of your face.

"mmm." the man even has the audacity to pinch the bridge of his nose, like you're the one being unreasonable. like he’s not currently balls deep. "always so fucking stubborn." he reaches between your bodies, thumbing lazily at your clit. "you think i like walking out?"

rage bubbles back up your throat at once, rolling your eyes with the little attitude you had remaining. "you slammed the door — our door — and left."

"you knew damn well i'd come back…” he grunts, not missing a beat to retort. an especially brutal thrust has you seeing stars. "you’re a smart girl, stop acting stupid, yeah?" you try to hitch your hips, to hurry him along but he only holds you down, eyes narrowing.

"go ahead and scream all you want, curse me out, break something if you need to. but don't fall asleep hating me.” he rambles on, shaking his head faintly. “can’t take that shit."

your words come out sharp, bitter once you find your voice. "so what’s your plan, fuck me into forgiveness?”

there's no hesitation in him when a toothy grin splits across his face, "there you go. if we fight in the morning? before work? fine. but if we're sharing a bed like this, we fix it before we close our eyes. understood?" no thought forms twice before your head's nodding stupidly, not an ounce of resistance (or dignity) left in you as he sinks back in.

"good girl, now be sweet to me while i cum."