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so like maybe you get up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom but after you get in there (like just walked in) robby also shows up. he has you sit down like usual but has you spread your legs extra wide so he can piss between them while you also pee.

18+ mdni mmmph…. anon………. thank you….. this is my kinda piss kink bc i think i find men pissing to be sexy… visually?? i guess? but i dont rlly love anything with piss on or in anybody all that much so this. this gets me. this is amazing. thank you

the thought of him doing it so casually…. not even to try to turn you on, truly for the sake of efficiency, but then he sees what it does to you…..

you’re just about to pull down your panties, your thumbs are caught in the elastic waistband, when robby steps in and startles you a bit. but he’s casual as ever…he just raises a brow when you stop in your tracks. “what? go ahead, kid.”

and you give a quick little nod, remembering this is no big deal— robby has seen you pee before!! so you pull down your panties and pop a squat.

and you expect robby to just lean against the counter n wait his turn….but then he’s stepping up to the toilet, right in front of you, your nose at his naval as his left hand reaches towards his boxers.

you look up at him warily, a clear question in your eyes, but rather than answer it robby just nods his head towards the fabric stretched around your knees, n he reaches down with his other hand to hook a finger into it. “Get these— there we go.” he mutters as your panties fall and pool around your ankles. then he nudges your knee outward with his leg

You gape up at him, “What are—?”

“Gimme some room, hon, c’mon.” Is all he says, his voice a low sleepy rumble. You swallow, but obediently let your thighs part wider.

Robby pulls out his soft cock, looking completely nonplussed. He shifts his weight on his feet, then with a soft grunt and a slight backwards tilt of his head, he starts pissing. The stream’s aimed right between your legs, and you hear the all familiar hiss as it hits the water in the bowl below you. You have to remind yourself to breathe through your shock.

Robby stares down at you, barely hiding his cocky amusement at how clearly infatuated you are with this. “You waitin’ for something?”

Your gaze flits up to his face. “Huh?”

His brows shoot up and he softens his voice to patronizingly remind you. “You also have to pee.”

“Oh—“ You glance down again, where Robby’s stream is quickly going from a trickle to the last few drops. You let out a soft whimper, half embarrassed half aroused, before finally starting to go yourself.

“There you go.”

Robby says it like you shouldnt have needed the verbal prompting to piss into the same toilet as him. Like this is the simplest thing in the world. Just another night.

Then he tucks himself away and steps over to the sink to give his hands a quick wash. While he does it he glances at you on the toilet and he heaves a sigh at the sight of you. You’re peeing slowly, the action clearly an afterthought as you press your thighs together and stare, dumfounded, at the crotch of his boxers.

coming up behind him in the kitchen and just wrapping your arms around his waist, a firm set of abs covered by a soft lil tummy.

laying your head on his stomach while watching an 80’s movie that has a great soundtrack but definitely didn’t age well, head bouncing and vibrating every time he talks or laughs.

his stomach pressing into yours when he’s fucking you missionary, flushed and freckled because his irish skin will always always always give him away.

his warm, soft tummy squished up against your back when he has you in a lethal cuddle in bed (more like a headlock, you’re not going anywhere) your skin sticking together

the lil peek of tummy when he lifts his arms to stretch or grab something that you definitely try to bite if you’re in the comfort of your own home. even better if you can see one of your old bite marks fading.

18+ mdni this comment on my recent lil sick!reader blurb… god idk how i didnt think abt this before its. so fucking hot. im writing this as a continuation of this but i also feel the need to point out that this is all consensual n with safewords in place (as all my writing is!!!) and if you really felt terrible and didnt wanna do all this robby would happily take your temperature w an ear or oral thermometer. robby frank n reader just love to be perverted together okay. cool.

when frank brings robby the thermometer n a little tube of lubricant you’re immediately squirming in his lap and hiding you face in the base of his neck :(( frank’s the one who coos at your reaction, acts all sympathetic with his sad frown as if he doesn’t love this just as much as robby does. as if he isn’t pitching a tent in his sweats watching robby lube up his index finger.

“Stay still, honey.” Robby murmurs, soft and commanding and very doctor, the way he always is with things like this. His thumbs hook in the waistband of your shorts to pull the soft fabric down the slope of your ass, and he clicks his tongue when you whine and arch in an attempt to shift away from him. His big hand finds your hip to steady you. “Easy. You know you barely feel it. Don’t fuss.”

“‘S embarrassing,” You mumble against his clavicle, so quiet n muffled that frank barely hears it despite being mere feet away. the younger man chuckles.

“Embarrassing?” His grin is smug, and you wish you were close enough to try n smack it off him. “Baby, you’ve let me do much worse to your ass.”

“This is different,” you insist, shooting Frank a scathing look. “I’m sick, and it’s cold, and you two stare, and—“ you yelp when Robby grips your ass to spread your cheeks slightly and prod his lubricated finger against your hole, practically jumping out of your skin.

“Jesus christ—“ robby mutters. your hands reach up to grasp his shoulders, and you rise to your knees to try to move away. “Easy, sweetheart.” Robby’s grip on your hip tightens, and he applies a firm pressure to guide you back down onto his lap. “Take a deep breath. You’re fine.”

He nods when you obediently inhale, slow n steady, and his finger once again circles your hole to finish spreading lube there.

You shudder at the cold feeling, and your fingers curl tight in the fabric of Robby’s white undershirt.

“Alright, here we go. On three.” Robby says. “One, two,” he slides the thermometer inside you and you barely react, “three.”

You hear the soft beep as he clicks it on, and you blink up at him in surprise. He just knowingly meets your gaze with an unbothered expression, brows slightly raised. “See? Not so bad.” He rubs soothing circles on your lower back while he waits to get a reading. Frank hums.

“So dramatic for nothing, princess.”

“Shut up.” You grumble. “You’re just lucky nobody gets off on shoving thermometers up your ass.”

“Oh, I’m lucky? Yeah? Should Robby check and see how wet you are right now?”

— cw: 18+ mdni; mutual piss kink; cnc; smut; fem!Reader

"Johnny—Johnny! S-stop, I have to—I need to pee, I'm serious!"

"Aye, I know."

He doesn't stop. If anything, his hips snap harder; one hand pressing flat against your lower belly where your bladder is full and aching, and the added pressure makes your eyes roll back and a broken whine tear out of your throat.

"Fuck, I can feel it!"

"Then stop!"

"Nah." He grins against the side of your neck, breathless and wrecked and absolutely feral, his cock driving into you at an angle that hits everything, including the spot that's making the pressure in your abdomen unbearable. "Y'feel too fuckin' good like this, hen. All tight an' squirmy—fuck—ye're squeezin' me so hard."

"Because I have to pee, you absolute—"

"Then pee." He says it like it's simple while his hand presses down a fraction harder on your belly and his mouth finds your ear, hot and panting. "Go on, baby. Piss on me. Let go. 'S just me."

You whimper, eyes squeezing shut. "I can't!"

"Ye can." Another devastating thrust that makes your vision blur and your thighs shake and the pressure crest to a point where you can't tell the difference between needing to come and needing to piss.

"Let go f'me. Wanna feel it. C'mon."

You break.

It happens simultaneously. The climax and your bladder letting go, and the sound that comes out of you isn't human, it's guttural and sobbing and mortified while you're gushing around his cock, hot and messy, soaking into the sheets and his thighs and everything between.

It's squirts up to your bodies while Johnny keeps pounding into you relentlessly.

"Oh fuck! Oh that's—Christ, tha's gorgeous—" Johnny groans like he's been punched square in the solar plexus, hips stuttering, rhythm gone, and he buries himself deep and cums with a shout, his fingers digging bruises into your hips while the light-golden mess pools warm beneath both of you.

He collapses on top, panting, and presses a grinning kiss to your jaw while his hips keep thrusting shallowly.

"See? Told ye it was alright."

"I hate you. You're cleaning up this time!"

i love you, you hiccup. john stops just for a second before a litany of his own confession drop from his maw, unstopping and unwavering like now that the dam's been unlatched, everything just begins to pour out ceaselessly.

Ghost overhearing, leaning over your shoulder, and letting you know "I'm just keeping your seat clean until you're ready to sit on it, love".