#peeinpants

so he holds it. he’s a grown up, he can do that. the problem is, now his date wants to hit the bar next door and they’re hitting it off so well he can’t just say no. so he doesn’t say no, he goes next door with them and the two sit at the bar together. he’s shaking his leg trying to hold it.

until he’s truly bursting. he excuses himself to the bathroom but of course when he gets there he just can’t go. he tries going in a stall to feel less exposed and maybe that’ll help him go but, of course, no luck. he sighs, zips up his pants, and goes back out, pretending he’s fine.

they’re getting touchy at the bar. his date is now suggesting they maybe go to the bathroom together, but not to pee. damn, how could he turn that down? damn, again, because now he’s desperate to pee and he’s horny. they go to the single bathroom together. it starts fine with some making out but it quickly starts picking up. his date’s hands are starting to trail down his face to his neck, then to his waist, then to his hips then—

“wait- wait!” he says. his date stops abruptly.

“i’m sorry, is this too much?” they ask, thinking they’re going too fast.

“no! no, not at all, it’s just…” he can’t say it. he shouldn’t say it. it’s too embarrassing.

“it’s just what?” the date asks. “is public sex not your thing? sorry, i just… i couldn’t help myself!”

he’s not sure how much longer he can help himself.

“i just-” he starts saying, but then he nearly lets a bit of pee out and if he kept talking he wouldn’t have been able to stop it from coming out.

“it’s ok, tell me.”

“i have to pee.”

“oh… didn’t you just go, like, 20 minutes ago?”

“well, actually… i get kind of…”

“are you pee shy?”

he feels his cheeks getting hot. in fact, everything feels hot. even his dick, which is still half stiff from the making out a minute ago. but he nods, specifically without saying a word because he’s so embarrassed, he’s not sure he could get a single word out.

“oh, baby, why did the you just say so?”

he shrugs.

“here, maybe i can help loosen you up…”

suddenly their lips are back together and his date’s hands are creeping down his chest. they push him against the wall and the kissing and touching is so good, he’s pretty much rock hard at this point.

now there’s a new problem: he’s getting a little too horny. if his date doesn’t relax he’s not gonna be able to hold back from finishing.

but now his date’s hand is rubbing down his crotch over his pants and he just can’t hold it anymore.

“i’m gonna— i, i um…” he’s about to cum, truly.

“it’s ok…” his date says.

so he does. he cums, hard, right in his pants. his body jolts and his date laughs, not at him, but just simply with pleasure. unfortunately, the sweet release of an orgasm took away the strength he had to hold back his bladder.

“oh no…” he sighs as it all comes rushing out.

he can’t stop once he’s started. he’s soaking his pants, one little line of pee turning into his entire pant leg completely drenched and the other leg slowly getting wetter too.

“i’m so sorry.” he sighs as he keeps releasing. “this is so embarrassing, oh my god.”

“no, it’s ok!” they reassure him. “it’s actually… kind of turning me on.”

he’s still letting out a heavy stream, a puddle forming at his feet. his head drops down in shame as he holds back tears. he feels like a big baby with a frown on his face.

then his date puts a finger on his chin to lift his head.

“don’t be sad, don’t you feel better?”

he nods his head with tears eyes as the stream finally starts to slow.

“see, no harm then!”

“you don’t think i’m weird? you don’t want to go tell all your friends that you went on a guy who can’t hold his pee?”

“well, as long as you don’t go to tell all your friends about how i wanna take you home and have hot sex because of it, then we’ll be good.” they smile.

he smiles, leaning in to kiss them again.

they hurry out of the bar as quick as possible to avoid too many stares at his soaked pants. they head back to his date’s house and his embarrassment is relieved when they act like a soft dom in the bedroom.

You were out in public when your small weak bladder failed you and you wet yourself to the snickering of strangers. And the journey home takes so long that you have to pee again. Your pants are cold and sticking to your skin. You can't stop to find a bathroom you have to get home to change. And you're already a teary eyed mess from the surprised looks and smiles from strangers. What's another accident? So you just let it go. But this time it's even more. You're starting to leave a trail behind you. Even more looks from strangers. You didn't think it was possible but you're even more humiliated.

You finally get home and remember you have no laundry. And you have to go to the laundry mat. You can of course change into dirty pants from the laundry. But knowing your bladder. You'll end up peeing yourself again.

Based off of a request! Masterlist

Today we have…. Pissy!boy choso! (I don’t know what else to call him honestly 😭)

Warnings: pegging, and pee holding. Lots of that. Yeah. That’s all you get- you read what you want

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Choso made a huge mistake.

He honestly didn’t realize he made it untill this very moment. The moment where your behind him, fucking him oh, so good!

His back is in a beautiful arch, as your hands are placed stearnly on his hips. He feels so fucking good as he lets out loud moans and whimpers that he’s trying to hide by the nearby pillows. Fuck- he’s about to cum… or … not?

Shit.

Earlier that day you guys went to dinner. It had had his favorite drink so of course he just had to order 4! Then, a hour later you made him drink water to “stay healthy”, and he had about two bottles of that. Now of course that wouldn’t be a problom if he went to the bathroom before your making him stars with your strap - that you instead was neon pink.

“F-fuh!” Is all he manages to scream as your thrusts intensify, and so dose that needy urge. The instinct to get up and go to a bathroom.

“I know I know baby” you say but out of breathe from all the movement, clueless to how he’s feeling.

“Got- gotta… -fuck please- gotta p-pee!” He says through labored breath and moans. His legs starting to instinctively close.

“Awww it’s okay baby, stay riiight here with me yeah? Your being such a good boy”

And you said it. You said those two words that make his brain start to melt, as he lets you take full control over him. He feels the urgency to move, to go to the fucking bathroom, but your not slowing down. He’s trying to hold it, oh he really really really is. But when you move your hand down to stroke his aching cock- he just can’t.

It goes everywhere.

“Imsorryimsorryimsorry… f-fuck I can’t I’m shit-!” He says before you hear a loud hiss sound, before looking down and seeing him letting go all over the bed. It’s such a fucking mess.

Choso’s just so loud. He’s shaking and gripping onto the pillow next to his head- trying to ground himself. The peeing quickly turns into a orgasam as the yellow turns to hot wet streaks almost seamlessly.

No longer able to hold his body weight, choso collapses on the bed.

On his mess. 

He’s never felt that feeling before. Of truly relaxing every muscle in his body. Of giving into the pleasure, and letting go of the pressure.

“I-I ’m..” he pants heavily while you slowly slide out of him.

“I’m so sorry I-“

“There’s nothing to apologize for baby… seems like you enjoyed it huh?” You say, giggling a bit before going to the bathroom to grab a towel. When you return he’s taking off the sheets.

“Yeah, I did like it. But it was just… new. And messy.”

“Yeah well at least you got a orgasm out of it” you joke. “We need to shower, and I’m really happy you liked it. Maybe we should try it agian. ”

“Yeah… and in the shower maybe I can return the favor?” He says , walking closer you and landing a soft kiss on your lips.

To you both- this was the ultimate sign of trust. Trust that he could let go without judgment. That he could let his guard down. And you wouldn’t have it any other way

Is alien Omo normal? Ive thought alot about it >~<

You don’t mind if I tease you, do you? Let me push on your bladder. You almost leaked? Such a shame, I might have to do it again. Brace yourself.

…

Listen…

The soft hissing. You’re getting wet. I’m getting wet. Isn’t it just so satisfying to let that go? The urge is finally gone and you and I are soaked. Let’s stay like this for just a bit longer. Feel the warm, wet shame all over you.