aurora 🌦️

downing drinks to get buzzed and sweet and warm and dizzy as fast as possible. feeling your bladder fill with each drink downed. starting to feel so full and tight, head spinning, thighs rubbing together.

even better if you've got someone egging you on. just one more drink! ahh no, its too early to go home now, just one more drink! oh, theres no point in going to the bathroom, you know how long the line gets. yeah, better to hold it until you get home. yeah, take a nice long piss once you get home, much better than standing in like for 20 mins!

feeling yourself pulse and twice as you become more and more desperate for a leak, but your buddy reassures you its better to wait. have another drink while you're waiting! keep up man, cant fall behind in the drinks department, what are you, a little pussy bitch? nah, outdrink your mate, tummy so full and strained, pulsing and twitching at the bar, rubbing yourself against your chair, shifting your weight around to try and stop the throbbing between your legs ♡

handing me drink after drink, “you’ve got to stay hydrated pretty girl,” you’d remind me and i’d nod along, fingers curling around whatever drink you’d given me and taking a sip. feeling your eyes watch my throat as i swallowed.

eventually, we’d found ourselves tangled up together in bed. my leg thrown lazily over yours and head resting on your chest as i half listened to whatever movie you’d turned on. i hadn’t noticed yet, the way my hips pressed down, rocking almost unconsciously. shifting again..and again.

my brow furrowed absentmindedly as you watched. it was almost too easy, wasn’t it? my bottom lip was tugged between my teeth, too comfy too move. especially with the way your hands had travelled down my spine, drawing mindless patterns on my warm skin. thumbing up my side and giving my hip a squeeze making me gasp.

“stop,” i laughed softly, a feeble attempt made at moving your hands. though we both knew i wanted them on me. always.

completely distracted from the movie now, and soon we’d found ourselves in a rather, compromising position. my hands pinned under yours above my head, fingers interlacing. lips pressing against the others, soft breathy moans spilling from them while i felt your body mold to mine.

i could feel my cheeks burn, eyes fluttering open, “w-wait,” i stuttered, weak. almost..embarrassed? you raised a brow, but you couldn’t seem to hide that knowing..teasing smirk that curled on the corner of your lips.

“something wrong baby?” you teased and i chewed on the inside of my cheek. my gaze dropping for a moment. too distracted to notice how id practically been rutting against your thigh. my bladder full and making my pussy ache in the best way.

“i..uh..just..need to-“ i trailed off, eyes flicking to the bathroom door. only now noticing just how badly i needed to go. attempting to cross my legs until i felt your knee move, quick. firm. keeping them apart and i whimpered, eyes wide. a soft breathy noise escaping when i felt it press against my clit and i squirmed.

“you need to what baby? use your words” you cooed, coaxing me. your fingers tracing my cheek, pressing your thumb to my bottom lip making them part instinctively.

“n-need to…you know,” i whined, rocking against your leg pathetically. clearly too embarrassed to admit it.

“oh..i see,” you smirked, feigning surprise. “do you have to pee pretty girl?” and i whined. my arm slinging over my face in a weak attempt to shield the way my cheeks burned, the cherry red color spreading up to the tips of my ears and across my nose. i could hear you chuckle, deep in your chest. and i didn’t need to uncover my eyes to know you had that cocky grin on your lips.

you traced down my arm with the pad of your finger before tugging it away softly. “aw baby, you should’ve gone earlier,” i heard you say, condescending in the best way. and i blinked once..twice.

“forgot..” i muttered, a weak excuse. i’d been far too comfortable splayed over you to move at the time. “forgot hm?” you echoed, and my cheeks burned brighter but i nodded.

and that’s how i ended up flipped over. my body pressed against the mattress as i gasped, the fullness pressing against the sheets and i whimpered. too full, too much.

“you should’ve gone then baby,” your fingers hooking around and tugging my panties off in one smooth motion making me gasp. i wiggled again, but your hand splayed across my lower back, barely applying pressure..but enough that i noticed. fuck.

“poor thing..so..” you trailed off, head tilting as you collected the wetness between my folds on your fingertips. “desperate..” i heard you hum, slow. intrigued.

“does this turn you on baby? feeling this way? look at you, so wiggly you can’t even stay still. don’t tell me you’re getting off on this?” you teased, eyes dark. shoving two fingers inside me and i gasped. my pussy clenching tightly around them to keep from losing control.

my brain went hazy, it was so much. so full, your fingers curling and pressing down with every thrust in and out.

“fuck,” i breathed, still trying weakly to escape your grasp. but part of me..didn’t want to. your fingers seemed to speed up, pleased with the response you’d pulled from me. the way my pussy tightened with every thrust, trying to hold back.

“can’t..i-..can’t it’s too-“ i tried, despite my best efforts my eyes filled with tears. it was just so overwhelming, all of it. in the best way.

“i know baby, i know..” you hummed, slowing just barely. still curling your fingers so deep inside me i swore you could feel how full i was from inside.

“but really..you should’ve gone earlier hm? right baby?” you asked and i whimpered, somewhere between a weak disagreement and a sob. my face shoved into the pillow, damp and i nodded.

“poor thing,” you tsked, fingers still pumping in and out and it was futile. the minute you felt it, warm..wet. much like the slick feeling already coating your fingers, but different. my walls clenching almost painfully around your fingers and a sob tearing from my throat. i tried to scramble up, but i felt your hand press firm on my back, keeping me there.

i knew if i really wanted to. we’d stop. so why didn’t i want to..? why didn’t you?

“aw baby, are you leaking? surely you can hold it..you’re a big girl.” i heard your voice and my bottom lip jutted out weakly. my brain short circuiting, overwhelmed.

“i’m going to finger your pretty cunt until you cum, and then…you’re going to lose control. right here for me. understand?” and my breath caught, tears blurring my vision and staining my cheeks with my mascara. i wanted to argue, it was mortifying..wasn’t it? i couldn’t just..

back arching when you hit that one spot that always made me see stars, thumb damp with all of it, pressed to my clit rubbing circles there.

“fuck, i can’t..cant, im sorry-“ i choked out, and you smiled softly. fingers still working in and out despite the way they were fully soaked. so close. everything was just so..