i’ll follow you anywhere you go.

also can’t stop thinking about like. art and patrick making you hold your bladder……………. sorry to the anon who was anti piss

Sighhh puppy reader 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

When Patrick started plying you with water, you should’ve known he had less than innocent intentions. Because now you’re squirming where he holds you in his lap, whining and grinding the heel of your palm against your pussy like it might help you stave off the desperate need to go.

“Hold it,” Patrick says, his expression full of amusement. “Only bad puppies piss inside. I’ll rub your nose in it, I swear to god.” He knows you’ll safeword if you actually reach your limit, that if you weren’t into it you’d tell him to fuck off.

But you liked it— you liked his control over you, over all of you. When you can drink, when you can cum, when you can pee. Your legs are crossed, squeezed tight as you fight the desperate urge to let go. How long had it been since you told him you needed to pee, an hour? More?

He’s hard from all of your squirming, cock pressing against your ass, groaning against the shell of your ear. He’d stripped you down so you were only wearing your panties, pristine white cotton that just made things worse.

His hand splays across your stomach, presses just above your pelvis. You whimper, legs kicking out. “I’m just giving my puppy a belly rub,” he coos, all condescending. “Lay there and take it like a good girl.”

You whine as he applies more pressure, as you feel your body fighting against the need to empty your bladder. He paws at your tits, groping, pulling and pinching at your nipples until you moan, until your body relaxes. Only for a moment.

It’s all it takes for a small gush to spill from you, wetting the front of your panties. It’s perfect— euphoric even— that feeling of release after wanting and wanting. You let out a moan before you find the wherewithal to clench your pelvic floor, to fight the urge to just let go.

Patrick groans as he feels your piss soak his lap, hot and slick. “Dirty fuckin’ mutt,” he mutters against the shell of your ear. “Making a mess. I trained you better than that.” Hot tears slip from your cheeks as he presses firm on your pelvis, as you feel your urge to empty your bladder grow. “C’mon, puppy. Make a mess.”

You moan pathetically as you finally relax, finally release. Your head falls back as you feel your thighs grow slick, as your panties soak and cling hot to your skin. You pant weakly once you’ve finished, thighs trembling with a mix of embarrassment and arousal.

Patrick pushes you off his lap and into the floor, grabs you by your hair and shoves your face into his lap. “Told you I’d fucking rub your nose in it” he pulls down his boxers, soaked in your piss, and you take him into your mouth immediately. “That’s it— be a good fuckin’ puppy and clean up your mess.”

He tastes bitter on your tongue, but you don’t care. You let him bully his way into your throat, use your mouth like a fleshlight. He shoves your head down, jostles you by your hair. Your nose is buried in his pubes, filled with his musk and the scent of urine.

“That’s it. Filthy fuckin’ bitch.” You drool and gag, it only makes it hotter for him. He wants you dirty, he wants you debased. Fuck it, you want it too.

When he cums, it’s sudden— hot ropes painted directly against the back of your throat. You swallow obediently, let him pull you off by your hair. He’s panting, smiling wide like he’s pleased with himself.

AUSTIN BUTLER as BENNY CROSS