using this

Have a rough NSFW one-shot. It's sifloop public squirting pwp smut.

Relevant context- Loop is fully covering their star body in public, meaning long sleeved dress, gloves, and tights.

Under the cut:

@comeonblub

Loop not feeling comfortable enough to initiate or accept any physical affection from Siffrin, because they’re still emotional over losing their own body.

Siffrin will brush his hand against theirs to try and hold it, only for Loop to pull away like Sif just struck them.

He’ll go in for a hug after having hugged the others, not wanting to leave them out, just to be met with Loop’s “touch me, and I’ll stab you” face.

They’ll be sharing a bath together and Siffrin notices the intense stare they’re giving them and offer to help wash each other’s back. Loop flatly rejects the idea and doesn’t look at him until they finish bathing and are dressed again.

Siffrin quickly picks up on the animosity from them and immediately starts self-depreciating and blaming themself for “stealing” Loop’s body. That’s why they don’t want to touch him, because they don’t want to be reminded of the body they lost. Why would they give him any affection when he doesn’t deserve it? He’s selfish for wanting more from Loop when they've already been forced to give him so much.

Sif keeps spiraling until he eventually falls asleep, Loop still very much awake next to him. Only once they know he’s in a deep sleep do they carefully pull the covers away and stare intently at Siffrin’s body. Their old body.

They stare at the rise and fall of his chest as their lungs fill up with air and expel out with every breath. Listen to the sound of that very air escape out of his slightly parted lips and make a quiet, breathy sound.

They watch as he twitches in his sleep, their head moving to the side to try and bury his face in their pillow. Their body shifts to a more comfortable position, no doubt cold from the lack of blanket covering their exposed arms and legs.

Everything their body used to do, but no longer does. Their new body doesn’t need to breathe… or eat, or sleep, or expel waste, doesn’t even need to be cleaned, technically. They no longer need to do those things, only partaking in some of those activities to try and grasp some level of normalcy again.

A pipedream, really.

And while Loop refuses to partake in physical touch with Siffrin while he’s awake, they’re more than content with doing so while he’s dead asleep.

They gently place their hand on Sif’s chest, palm now feeling their breathing. Feeling it rise and fall, inhale and exhale. Feel their heartbeat.

Pumping in and out. In and out. In and out.

Loop shuddered over what they had lost, yet, could still witness. They needed more. Needed to see more. Feel more. They know how deeply Siffrin sleeps once they feel comfortable and safe, so don’t hesitate to lift up his shirt to expose their chest fully.

They run their hand over his now exposed skin, mapping out all the spots that got a reaction out of him. A squeak here, a twitch there, a sigh when their thumb grazed over a nipple. Their heartbeat and breathing picked up the more he was groped at.

They feel so warm and soft. Is this how they felt before..?

A pang of something awful surged within Loop, and all those feelings of jealousy and anger came rushing back. They suddenly reached down to tug down Siffrin’s undergarments, exposing themselves even further to their prying eyes.

It was still the same as before. Nothing changed.

That alone only urged them on further as they started to grope and feel at their folds. The action causing Siffrin to gasp and moan, but not stir from their slumber. Their once soft breaths now turned into loud pants and whines.

They were so warm down there, so soft and wet and sticky and ✨gross-!✨

Loop slipped a finger, than two, inside. There was no resistance, just the welcoming feeling of their velvety walls clamping around them, sucking their fingers in more. Sif’s thighs thrusted forward to meet Loop’s own thrusts, chasing that feeling.

A feeling Loop couldn’t have, but still craved to see in the other by proxy.

“Come on Stardust, if I don’t get to have this anymore, than you should at least have the decency to!”

There was no gentleness in their touches, only rough, rushed thrusts as they continued to finger the other. Their other hand joining in to rub harsh circular motions into their clit, making it puffy and swollen and making him whine more.

The wet squelching sensation on their fingers was nauseating, yet they continue, wanting to see it through till the end when their wish-gone-rogue finally snaps and makes a mess of themselves. The thought spurs them on and they curl their fingers to press into that little spot that’ll have him falling apart soon enough.

An eye cracks open, trying to look through the blurry haze of sleep to see the one responsible for all these overwhelming feelings waking them up. Their head is heavy from sleep and pleasure, their lower half alight with a burning need that just keeps building and building until they finally register what’s happening.

Loop is touching them. They can feel them touching him. They initiated touch with him.

“L-loop!”

Siffrin keens as they feel the first wave of release wash over them, more crashing soon after and sending them tumbling and struggling to hold on. They grab the nearest item, their pillow, and squeezes it in his grasp while he comes on Loop’s fingers. He buries his face in the pillow, body spasming and tightening while it all gushes out.

When it was all finally over, they collapsed. Nothing but tired mush on the bed. Their face was sweaty and flush, they’re mouth wide open while they panted heavily and tried to catch their breathe. Just more of what they’ve lost on full display before them.

For a moment, Loop contemplated shoving their slick soaked fingers into his mouth and down their throat, choking them until they stopped breathing. Watch as their expression turned from blissed out pleasure to complete terror and betrayal when they were too weak to fight back. Watch as the life slowly drained from their eyes, much like how they felt when they realized they lost their own.

But the subtle hint at a smile growing at the corner of Sif’s lips and the absolute lovestruck look in their eyes, all aimed at them, had Loop changing their mind. They instead wiped the slick off on the bedsheets and turned their attention to nothing in particular in the room. They got what they wanted out of it, so just wanted to move on and pretend it never happened (and that they didn’t get caught).

Siffrin rolled over closer to them, no longer clutching the pillow in their arms, seeking the real thing next to them instead. He wrapped his arms around their waste, burying his face into their side. Only for Loop to not return the gesture and refuse to look at them anymore.

“Loop?”

No response. No reaction. Nothing.

“Loop..?”

Still nothing.

Siffrin hesitated, but carefully took Loop’s hand into theirs, cradling it delicately and halfway intertwining their fingers together. They took one last glance up at Loop to see them still staring off into nothing, before nestling their head into their hip and falling back asleep.

He buries his head in their shoulder, face pressed against the crook of their neck, quietly chanting out their name like a mantra.

"Loop. Loop. Loop. Loop. Loop! Loop! Loop! LOOP!"

He's making such a mess of himself, slowly unraveling on their lap as their peak ascended and their body lurched from the overwhelming sensation. They keened, loud and recognizable as their growing coil finally snapped and they tipped over the edge.

Sif is too out of it to form any coherent sentences and has taken to just muttering out how attractive they find Loop. All he can get out is an endless string of “pretty” and “so pretty.” Just gazing up at Loop like they’re the most beautiful star in the galaxy, and they are. They’re his Shooting Star and he finds them so so so pretty.~

And Loop finds this all so amusing, watching their pathetic, little Stardust fall apart underneath them.

It started out as Loop saying it’ll help him last longer in the bedroom because Siffrin would just notoriously cum too early out of excitement and overstimulation from being touch starved. But it soon grew into Loop just endlessly teasing him with no chance of relief in sight.

They’d sneakily whisper dirty talk into their ear, just quiet enough so the others couldn’t hear. Saddle right up next to him and pull down his hat to act as a shield from prying eyes as they praised him for being such a good boy for holding out for so long.

Rewarding him with soft touches and kisses that do nothing but work him up even more. Fondling him all over and both under and overstimulating him to the point of near torture. Loop never lets them cum during these brief moments, ruffling their hair and leaving them to deal with the porblem all on their own.

Immediately, their breath quickens, panic setting in as they begin to plead with me to let them go, they’ll be quick, they cant hold it, please.

And all I respond with is locking my ankles together tighter, pulling them in deeper, and reaching down to press my hand against their soft tummy. Pushing into their bladder.

It doesn’t take long, a pathetic little sob sputters out of them and suddenly I’m being filled with warmth. They cry, and its so cute, apologising in between little choked up noises. And despite that, despite the shame and humiliation, it just feels too good. Letting go, all that relief while deep inside wet, warm, tightness. They cum inside me, hips jerkily moving as much as they can while still locked against me.

they've probably given up asking to use the bathroom at this point - they know they won't be able to even stand up, let alone walk to the toilet - so they've been begging for permission to just wet themselves.

frantically squirming, trying to get one knee over the other, rocking back and forth, leaks still forcing their way out. their dom forcing their boot between the sub's knees, pushing their thighs apart.

their dom asks if they're leaking. telling their pretty little sub to open their legs so they can check. sub, completely unable to hold it anymore, ashamedly and frantically admitting that they're not just leaking, but genuinely peeing their pants full force.