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Meh, it’s pride month why the fuck not.

TW: female genitalia names used for Hawks. 

Hawks grinds down on the thigh under him with a whimper. His bladder is so overstuffed that the move is Heaven and Hell. Dabi’s thigh helps with added pressure to plug up his pee hole, but he feels the liquid slosh around in his bladder, sending a threatening tingle through his abdomen. 

It sends a shutter down his spine, making the liquid slosh again. He bites his lip and pushes himself against Dabi’s leg harder. 

“You’re doing so good, little bird,” Dabi murmurs, and Hawks’ whimper at the praise is less pathetic but just as needy. “So pretty for me.”

Hawks grinds down on Dabi’s thigh as a particularly harsh wave crashes over him. He thighs quiver around Dabi’s, and he strokes Hawks’ back soothingly. Hawks squeezes his muscles and rubs back and forth on Dabi’s thigh. 

They’ve been in this position, sitting on the cold bathtub floor, clad in nothing but boxers and sleep shirts, for half an hour. Hawks knew he was in for it when he woke up and Dabi stopped him at the bathroom door. Instead of letting him go, he thrust a glass of water into his hands. 

Hawks is holding a night’s worth of piss in his bladder, and the feeling is overwhelming. He’s held for Dabi before, but he’s always just given into the urge. This time he told Dabi that he wanted it to be involuntary, and Dabi had made sure that it would be. 

A night’s worth of piss plus four glasses of water (That Dabi joined him in drinking, though Dabi got to piss freely, making Hawks watch and listen every time.) later, and Hawks is sure he’s going to piss whether he wants to or not.

They finally jumped into the tub when he’d felt liquid slip past his quivering pussy and down his thighs. Now he’s clinging around Dabi’s middle, using it as leverage to ground himself as hard as possible onto his thigh. Dabi is rubbing his back and pushing him down by his hips to help with more pressure.

Hawks promised not to use his hands to help him hold himself, so they flounder uselessly as a another wave crashes over him. Dabi grabs one of them to  kiss the inside of his wrist, and Hawks bits his own fingers to muffle a desperate sob. There’s tears in his eyes, and his thighs can’t stop shaking. 

He can fill the piss trying to push out and he grabs Dabi’s waist desperately. 

“Hands, hands, please, Dabi, please,” he whines, and Dabi rests his hand against Hawks’ cheek. 

“Nope,” he says, and Hawks whines, “you know the rules, little bird.”

Hawks shoves himself down on Dabi’s thigh, and that Heaven of the pressure colliding with the sloshing of the liquid lets some spill out. Hawks tries his damnedest to stem the flow with his muscles, but all he gets is another pathetic pussy quiver before it starts spilling out. 

The stream is too slow to be relieving, clogged up by Hawks desperately pressing as closely as he can to Dabi’s thigh to be a full stream. It quickly warms his crotch and despite the fact that he’s currently peeing, making him shiver with the need to go more. 

He whimpers and cries as it all slowly pours out of him. He eventually empties enough that Dabi’s thigh stems the flow again, and he whines pitifully. Dabi moves his leg and Hawks starts pissing full force, throwing his head back with a pathetic, relieved whine. 

It pours out of him like a bathtub facet, fast and powerful. Dabi holds him up as the relief nearly knocks him over, and Dabi whispers praises into his neck and puts his hands over Hawks’ bladder. He feels the distended organ slowly go back to it’s normal size as Hawks let’s go. 

Hawks gives a full body shudder as he finally empties, and Dabi smirks against his neck. 

“Feel good?” he teases, massaging Hawks’ abused organ with his palms.

“Shut up,” Hawks says, weakly, as Dabi kneads out a few last drops. 

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“Doctor? Your next patient is here.”

Chase turns to give his nurse a quick nod and a smile of thanks, hoping that she can’t see through his act and start asking about what’s really going on. “Thank you, Laura,” he says evenly, keeping his tone casual. “Will you go and bring her back here if she’s ready?”

“Of course,” Laura agrees, smiling back as she turns on her heel and lets the door click shut behind her. Chase waits a few seconds, frozen tensely in place, then lets out a long sigh from between his teeth, pressing his legs together at the thighs. Immediately, he feels better, although he knows it’s only a matter of time before he needs to move around normally again.

He’s been at the office since seven in the morning, having had to come in earlier in the day to meet with a new patient and earn some extra money for a big date he has planned, and he’d downed a couple coffees before his first meeting in order to be awake and alert for his new patient’s sake. He’d been busy helping his patients with paperwork during the time he’d usually go about taking his break, and his next appointment had checked in just as he’d finished with his last (and finished yet another coffee at the same time). After that, the rest of the day had gone by in a whirlwind of activity, and though he had drank five out of his recommended eight cups of water that day, he still hasn’t had a chance to use the bathroom since he’d woken up that morning.

It’s four in the afternoon now. And his last patient is waiting for him still.

With another sigh, he shifts his weight from foot to foot, eyeing the door to make sure nobody walks in on him shimmying around in desperation. He may need to go worse than he has in quite a long time, but he prioritizes his professionalism above all else, even including his own personal comfort, and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t make it through his last appointment with his composure intact and his patient helped out in a timely manner.

Still, his bladder feels much too full, probably unhealthily so. Definitely enough to make him uncomfortable, and he is always telling his patients to listen to their bodies. As a doctor, he knows that holding in one’s urine is a bad idea, especially to the point where it might start to hurt. Luckily, he hasn’t reached that point yet–sure, there’s a constant aching in his abdominal area, but there haven’t been any sharp, shooting pains yet. It may not be the smartest option on his behalf, but he resolves to hold it until he’s off the clock in just under an hour.  With the way things were progressing before, he should be able to make it through his final appointment before he reaches dire stages of desperation.

Speaking of his final appointment, the door creaks open and the nurse holds it in place while a soft, beautiful, and familiar face appears from the other side, framed by long, brown hair that falls in waves soft as the ocean. His girlfriend, Sophie, steps into the room with a smile, and he feels his own face light up when he sees her, his other problems fading to the back of his mind. He really can’t help it–she just has that kind of effect on him.

He’d been holding for so long, and he ached, with no relief in sight. His hands squeezed tighter at his crotch, as if they weren’t already doing all they could.

More kept leaking out, second by second. He could feel the wetness against his fingers, and whimpered as another pulse spread the damp patch.

“No, no.”

It did no good. For the first time he understood what it meant for a body to be at its limit.

He could feel it, a split second before it happened, and sucked in a breath- But it was too late. Piss shot out from his dick with so much force that he could feel the impact of the stream against his jeans. He moaned aloud, he couldn’t stop himself, more from the helplessness of the situation than any relief. He was pissing so hard that it seemed to draw all the strength from the rest of his body, his shoulders slumping and his knees going weak.

Still his hands kept their grip, fighting the absolutely futile fight.

After several seconds of pissing like a firehose, finally the relief kicked in. He had just enough presence of mind to lean against the wall to keep himself upright, and then his body gave in to the pleasure of letting out all he’d been holding in for far far longer than either he or it had wanted. He was wet and humiliated and still pissing, but it felt so good that he couldn’t do anything but let his head fall back and eyes flutter shut.

And then that passed too, and he was aware of the deafening hiss of his urine hitting the floor, the size of the puddle spreading beneath his feet, the fact that he wasn’t alone in this hallway and never had been… and he was still going, his bladder stretched beyond capacity and determined to expel every last drop.

He whimpered, again, trying to stop. It was kind of pointless by now, but at least he could say he’d regained control of his body. Except he couldn’t, his muscles weren’t even responding to him at this point. Piss gushed out of him for several more seconds - and then more when he tried to straighten up - and finally he was left panting and shaking like he’d run for miles.

like maybe they get up stuck waiting in line for a public restroom bursting to go, and the sound of pissing is echoing off the tile all around them…

or two friends coming home from a night out are both desperate to pee, and they end up taking turns standing guard while the other one pees in an alley, and the one who stands guard first has to listen to the other one’s pent-up piss splattering against the ground and their happy moan of relief

OR it’s two kinky partners and one of them is holding and the other one makes them come to the bathroom with them and watch >:) and they’re extra showy about it too, giving a big dramatic sigh of relief, “mmmm it just feels so good to let go….” 

Pouting wont get you a free pass to go 😤

Part 1