could you write a puppygirl x johnny watersports/piss fic🥹🥹
⋆˚꩜｡— johnny cade x puppygirl!reader
cw: suggestive content, dehumanization, edgeing, pee holding, watersports/piss kink, dom / sub themes, not smut.
synop. accidentally peeing yourself on johnny for the first time 💔
a/n: dont usually do characters who i dont yume with because im not very fixated on their character, but i have a small hunch who this is so ill do it
"are you sure youre ok?" johnny's soft voice broke through the silence of your room, an eyebrow raised with a slightly concerned look on his face—along with a questioning lilt in his voice.
you practically purred as you squirmed in his lap, tail wagging a million miles per second while the black haired boy rubbed at the soft furr of the ears on the top of your head. "mhmm." the mumble of affirmation left your lips, head tilting up so he could scratch your chin. a soft whine slipped from your pursed lips as he continued—his expression slowly turning from concern to knowing.
"or is it−" johnny was cut off by another whine, louder this time. he chuckled softly, rubbing the spot where tail met soft skin, earning a small yip from the puppy in his lap.
"there she is..." he cooed, the softness in his voice seeming to only spurr you on more. oh an he noticed.
"johnnyyyyy..." you dragged out with a long whine, your voice getting an octive higher with each amount of praise the greaser gave you. "i know, puppy.." he seemed to purr, the sound coming from low in his throat. "what d'you want, huh?" he teased, his normal 'kicked puppy look' being replaced with a small grin.
"use your words, baby." johnny edged on, continuing his soft assault at the base of your tail. his dark eyes scanned over your whole being with every little twitch or shake. maybe he was getting a kick out of this. he was spending too much time around dallas, thats for sure.
once again, another whine escaped before your finally spoke properly. "m−more.." you rubbed against him. "more of what?" the boy responded as he flicked his greasy hair to the side—common habbit with boys who used hair grease. you shifted in his lap, the feeling in your lower belly only growing more. "cant..cant hold it..!" you blabbered, head falling onto his shoulder.
he went to give a small scoff before he felt a sudden warmth seep into his lap. johnny looked down. his worn jeans darkening with the spurts of liquid seeping out of your body. he wasnt sure if he should of been surprised or not. this was a little bit of his fault, with him now realizing it.
"did.." he paused, calculating his next words. "did you just.. pee yourself?" he spoke softly, laughing a bit as he finished speaking. "mmnotfunny.." you whined, ears flattening as you head landed on his shoulder, claws digging into his skin.
he laughed once more before lifting your slightly, looking at the damage. his pants were all soaked, some dripping onto his leather boots—along with your skirt being drenched. now, he felt kinda bad. "you had an accident—its.. its ok.." he mumbled, not sure how to take on this situation, not that the boy was complaining.
"mmimsorry.." you sniffled, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck. he quickly shut you down, apologizing himself. "its my fault—not yours, baby.." he whispered into your slightly tangled hair. "just.. try to fluently tell me when you need to go next time." he cooed, picking you up easily while walking to the bathroom, whispering sweet nothings the whole way there.
