#pissfic

Kinktober 2025 | MDNI

Prompt:  Omorashi - Snowcrow

Wordcount: 4100

Summary:  This is the last time Zayne will ever think the phrase "It's probably fine" again.

A/N: The last fic of kinktober requested by @yvilonion! :D

Tags: boypussy!Zayne, cunnilingus, riding, omorashi, peeing, desperation, embarrassment/humiliation, slight dacryphilia, all I do is make that man cry, Sylus learns something new about himself

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INTRO POST!! YAY!!!

tw for fandoms who dont wanna see this,

this is omorashi stuff loll

prompt: Walking home from school

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Tsuki was having the worst day possible. He woke up with a stuffy nose, no doubt from falling asleep with his fan on once again because it was the start of summer and his room was unbarbly hot. To make matters worse, his mum had accidentally flushed the cap of her hair spray down the toilet while getting ready for work, in turn, clogging the entire plumbing system in their house.

He couldn't piss or brush his teeth because even the sinks were not draining. That being said, He rushes out of the house rather desperate to take his morning piss, just hoping to get to school as fast as possible.

But of course, that couldn't happen because when he got to the station, the train was delayed from a tree being blown over on the tracks a few miles up the road. It was rather windy last night, he recalls hearing the shutters on his bedroom window banging quite loudly, probably why he feels less rested then he should be. Looking at the time, he either waits at the station for god knows how long and misses morning practice and is late for class or he walks.

He makes the decision, a few miles walk to school isn't the worst, he has been meaning to get his stamina up for games now that he is constantly being compared to that freak, Hinata who seems to never run out of energy. But Of course, his pace is slow because of the constant nagging of his bladder.

He almost forgot in the commotion of the station that he hasn't peed in well over twelve hours, considering he was asleep for eight and the last time he went was right after dinner. Now that he knows it's been that long he grows concerned. ‘That can't be healthy? Right?’ he thinks to himself as he catches his free hand wandering to grab himself. But he refrains, realizing he is walking on a residential street, while there are no people around, anyone could be looking out their window at him.

He hit the cross streets he mentally marked in his head as the halfway point of his walk, not very happy with how long it took him. His need has grown substantially, his brisk pace slowed to a slight hobble as every step against the hard pavement sends jolts straight to his bladder. Threatening the liquid that's right at the tip of his dick to drip out.

A loud crackling of thunder stops him in his tracks. He was so focused on making it to school, he didn't even realize the sky around him was turning darker and darker. He feels the air get the pre-rain moist feeling and decides he has to pick up the pace, looking around, seeing only closed blinds and curtains drawn he shoves one hand into the pocket of his uniform pants and grabs ahold of his dick, pretending he doesn't feel the wetness on his fingers, he was unaware he was leaking so bad.

He starts to walk as fast as he can. Turning down street after street just trying to beat the storm. His hand is holding himself for dear life as he comes to a train crossing, the flashing lights blink him back into reality as he paces in place, hoping the train goes by faster. Walking was actually making him able to hold it more and now he is not so subtly stepping from foot to foot, trying to keep everything inside. ‘Its okay, you can make it.’ he whispers to himself, realizing, for a second, he had doubts. Doubts he would indeed make it to school without having an accident. He isn't a kid anymore, he should be able to hold his piss for an hour's walk to school.

The world has other plans for him, when he feels the first heavy drop of rain slash onto his shoulder. He looked up, his vision getting blurred by splashes of water hitting his glasses. The slow trickle of rain turns into a harsh downpour in seconds. The train finally passes, and his walkway is available again. Without an umbrella because, of course, he didn't bring his umbrella today either he starts walking in the direction of school, thigh tightly pressed together as he walks, ‘ten more minutes’ he tells himself over and over in his head.

He feels a shot of warmth wet his palm through the fabric of his pocket mixing with the cold wetness of the rain that has taken over his body. He manages to stop the hard stream of piss that escaped him for a moment, but not without crouching down, into a squat. Using both his hands and the feel of his foot to keep it all in. He can't see anything through his glasses, not able to remove a hand from his crotch to wipe away the rain drops coating them.

He can't take his hand away. He can't move. It's all become too much. His body is cold from the rain despite the hot summer sun, his nose is stuffy and he can't see, he is tired from walking and from not getting a good night sleep, not to mention he is soaking wet. Looking around, he is alone. Nobody else is walking in this weather, it's far less residential now, just a park to his left and the back of a bookstore to his left. He pretends he has an option as he tries to think of what to do, as if he can move, but his body makes up his mind for him.

He feels it before he quickly yanks his hands away, the feeling of hot liquid pooling in the ass of his pants, then dripping down onto the wet pavement below him. The loudness of the hiss between his legs mixes with the downpour of the store. He spreads his legs a bit in his squatted position, to not piss on his shoes and gives in. letting everything flow out of him onto the ground. He hands his head back in relief, feeling good for the first time all morning. The piss just keeps falling out of him, as if he has no muscle left. The rain washed everything away immediately as it left him. He laughs at himself as he presses harder, wanting to hurry this embarrassing event along. He finally feels the freeing sense of emptiness as he feels his pants stop being warm.

Able to stand up now he does so, looking around to be sure he is still alone, and he is. He looks down at his bottom half and it's completely undetectable to tell what pee and what's rain, unless of course one was to smell his pants. Feeling slightly embarrassed he wonders if he should turn around and go home, but he realizes his plumbing is still broken at home, so it's not like he would be able to shower there anyways. He decides to still go to school. He arrives and takes use of the locker room showers. Thankfully he has his volleyball tracksuit with him so he technically isn't breaking the uniform rule when he has to wear it all day. He simply tells everyone he got rained on on the walk to school and nobody bats an eye. He does substantially better in practice than he has in a long time. His stuffy nose cleared up sometime after lunch, A lunch period he spent napping in the library. After practice he grabs his sodden uniform from his locker and shoves it in his bag, noting he has to wash it when he gets home. He checks the news on his phone as he waits outside the gym, the train station is still backed up from the tree incident, the store that is still happening must have obstructed the clean up so he decides to walk home.

Yamaguchi walks up behind him and taps him on the shoulder. He explains why he didn't commute to school with him this morning, how he got stuck on the train for an hour and had to get off and jog to his first class. Tsuki didn't even realize his friend's absence in his morning predicament, but he just nodded and kept walking. The two walk in silence, Yamaguchi attempting to share his umbrella with Tsuki but it isn't helping much, the blonde is still quite wet from the rain. Tsuki notices a familiar twinge in his bladder. He chooses to ignore it for the time being, but cant help but feel a little nervous when he remembers this morning. He didn't go before leaving the gym, and he did drink many bottles of water during practice because he was doing so well today for some reason. In hindsight, he should have gone, the plumbers are probably still at his house.

“Are you okay?” Yamaguchi. Tsuki, deep in his train of thought, didn't even realize he had slowed down his pace.

“Sorry, I just-I have to pee.” Tsuki admits his need, it's Yamaguchi after all. The two of them have shared everything with each other since middle school. The two have seen each other with wet pants and red eyes many times before. Hell, Yamaguchi even puked on him one time at the fair.

“Oh, I actually do as well, I kinda forgot to go after practice.” Yamaguchi admits. Tsuki notices his slight fidgeting as he stands still and starts walking again. The two walk in silence for a while. Tsuki tried to drown out the sound of the rain as it made his need worse.

“I won't stay, because you're probably busy, but can I actually go inside and use your toilet when we get to your house? I'm sorry, it's just, I don't know if I can wait till I get to my house.” Yamaguchi breaks the silence, Tsuki looks over at his green haired friend who is not so subtle gripping himself in his pocket. Tsuki cringes at what he looked like earlier.

“Our plumbing is broken. Mom had a mishap this morning.” Tsuki feels bad, but it's not like he isn't in the same boat.

“Oh. that's not good. What are we gonna do?” Yamaguchi stops walking and looks around. Tsuki does too. This whole time he wasn't worried about the plumbing at home. Once he realized how wet he was from the rain again, he was just gonna squat down and pee like he did this morning. He already has to do laundry anyways, But with Yamaguchi in the same predicament, he can't suggest that, can he?

“Um? I was just gonna wait for the plumber to finish.” Tsuki lies. But he feels bad the instant he does. He doesn't lie to Yamaguchi.

“Yeah, I don't think that will work for me.” Yamaguchi laughs but Tsuki can see him swallow hard, his eyes darting around the congested residential area they are in.

“Let's just keep walking.” Tsuki says. His needs are bad. Not as bad as Yamaguchi’s it seems but standing there getting more wet not being able to hold himself is making it worse. Tuski keeps an eye on Yamaguchi, his hand has moved from inside his pocket to outside, holding himself for what looks like dear life. Long abandoning the umbrella. Tsuki realizes his comfort level for the rest of their walk would be greatly improved if he did the same. He places a hand on his crotch and looks over at Yamaguchi who gives him a sympathetic look.

“Tsukiiiii!” Yamaguchi stops in his tracks and dances around his legs crossing tightly, “I really have to go…I think i’m gonna have to go behind one of these walls and…” Tsuki can see the blush creep onto his friends face. He knows he isn't one to break the law and expose himself in public like this. It must be urgent for him to admit to that.

“Yama-wait- um I- You don’t wanna get in trouble.” Tsuki grabs his arm and pulls him over to a brick wall next to the street.

“Tsuki, it's either that or…” Yamaguchi hips and jerks in all directions, Tsuki still has a hand in between his legs. He realizes this is ridiculous. They both are soaked. He is just being shy for no reason. “Nobody is around to see! Really, I mean, I don't want to do it obviously, but it's an emergency and it hurts and-

“I'm gonna pee.” Tsuki says nonchalantly, cutting his rambling friends off because he is right, It hurts. Yamaguchi's eyes light up.

“Okay! Let's go find a hidden spot! I think if we just go this way-” Yamaguchi goes to grab Tsuki's arm but the blonde is already squatting down.

“Tsuki? Are you okay?! Let's go over here, just a little more!” Yamaguchi is stepping from foot to foot looking confused at Tsuki, when he sees it. The shudder of liquid cascading from his friend's butt onto the pavement below his crouched down body.

Tsuki looks up at his friend as his relief washes over him. He can't believe he is doing this again, but it feels so good and way less embarrassing than this morning, mostly because he did it of his own volition.

“Tsuki!” Yamaguchi crouches down next to his friend and places a comforting hand on his shoulder. “It's okay, accidents happen! Lets just, ah-” Yamaguchi stops and shoves a hand between his legs.

“Not an accident, I just needed to go, So I did. I was already wet and I have to wash my gym clothes anyways.” Tsuki says it's weird to talk while actively peeing, feeling your clothes warm as piss runs through them. “Plus it's not exactly illegal to pee your pants in public, so…” He cringes slightly at the admission that this is pissing his pants and not just going to the bathroom like it feels like it is.

“You-You seem like you have done this before…” Yamaguchi says Tsuki blushes at that but his embarrassment is short-lived when he sees his friend's hands quickly jerk away from his crotch.

Yamaguchi is peeing himself. A high-schooler. He is crouched down pissing in his school uniform next to his best friend who is also peeing his pants. The relief that washes over him he is sure is visible on his face but doesn't do anything to stop the flow. “Oh my god!” Yamaguchi says letting his face fall into his hands and piss drips from him. Tsuki has stopped crouching beside him and is standing up, wiping his glasses off on the inside of his jacket. When he feels empty enough to walk the rest of the way home, he cuts off his flow and stands up.

“That was, I can't believe I just did that!” Yamaguchi looks around to see if anyone saw what he and his friend just did.

“It's fine. You don't even look any different than you did a few minutes ago.” Tsuki says so calmly. “You have done this before, haven't you, oh my god Tsuki!” Yamaguchi realizes as they begin to walk, the blonde not even phased.

“This morning I kind of…” Tsuki mumbles under his breath. “It was an accident! I swear! Was like, what were we gonna do…It couldn't have been helped.” Tsuki suddenly realizes what he just did openly and how his friend reacted.

“I-I’m not judging you! I'm just surprised is all!” Yamaguchi grabs Tsuki’s arm and interlocks it with his. Tsuki feels better, they both walk to his house. To see the plumber van is parked outside.

“I'm actually not busy, wanna come in and play video games until the storm dies down?” Tsuki says, walking up to his front door. “I can wash your clothes with my uniform from this morning.”

“Yeah, but um, I kinda…” Yamaguchi looks both directions down Tsuki’s street before quickly crouching down in his front yard. “I didn't let it all out earlier…” He blushed as he released the rest of his pee into his already wet pants. Not wanting to hold it while the plumber fixed Tsuki’s toilet.

“Yama-hahaha” Tsuki laughs and his friend stands up and walks into his house like nothing ever happened, like he didn't just pee his pants next to his mom’s rose bushes.

“This stays between us.” Yamaguchi says as he walks past Tsuki,

“Obviously, now let's get out of these clothes.” Tsuki clothes the door behind them.

The second Kylie finishes explaining the rules of counselor hint to the campers I run as fast as I can to the trails to hide. I’ve been planning this spot since I was a kid and finally being able to do it was sending all sorts of adrenaline racing through my body, far past the normal levels one should have during hide and seek.

I scamper just a small ways past the trail entrance and climb the tallest oak tree I can find. The branch is broad and relatively comfortable, but hidden just out of sight of the path to the point where I was still in bounds, but barely noticeable even if you were looking pretty hard. I tuck the popsicle sticks that we’re gonna use for points in my bra strap as I cling to the trunk for extra support, smirking to myself. I check my watch and notice that the game is set to start in three, two, one.

Twenty minutes out of the hour go by and no one has found me yet. I’m pretty proud of myself. Definitely should’ve gone pee first though, but I guess it’s better than dehydration. I adjust myself on the branch a bit. I check my watch, still 39 minutes to go.

I honestly thought at least one group would’ve found my by now. I’m not even in stealth mode anymore. I keep having to move and adjust myself just to keep my steadily growing need to pee at bay. Ugh, I’m such an idiot. I wrap my legs around the branch and press into it as a substitute for using my hands to do so, since they’re what’s keeping me from falling out of the tree. It helps enough and I can’t help but laugh to myself because this whole situation is kind of funny. I’m gonna have to tell June first thing tomorrow. I know she won’t think it’s that funny and I’ll be laughing too hard to even tell it right, but that’s just the sort of thing that we do anyway.

As time slowly passes, it becomes less funny and more nerve wracking. My shirt is soaked in sweat as I keep shifting against the tree. I wipe the sweat from my hands onto my t-shirt before they shakily grab the trunk again. My brain is sending out about a million warning signals. I check my watch again.

“August!” a voice calls. I turn around and see a group, Lisa is leading them. I grit my teeth as I motion for her to come get the popsicle stick since I’m way too high up for any of her campers to reach.

“You okay?”, she asks, “You’re super pale.”

I laugh through my pain and hand her the popsicle stick.

“Yeah, fine. Just chose the worst possible time to have to pee.” I joke.

She laughs as I reassume position and let a small groan escape my lips. I contemplate just calling it quits and coming out of hiding, but now that a group found me it’d be unfair to the others. Besides, I can wait another ten minutes. Ugh, god, I’m shaking. I cling to the tree even tighter, more scared of falling than anything else. A wave of sheer desperation passes over me and I double over as I hold onto the tree as tight as I can.

“This is bad…” I mutter.

I shift more rapidly and check my watch again. The bark of the tree catches on my shin and scapes it as a squirm. I grit my teeth in pain and glance down to see a small trickle of blood running down my shin. I attempt to wipe it away using my other one, but the branch is too thick and I’m just scraping it up more. The stinging isn’t helping with my other predicament at all. I don’t know which pain to focus on more and my body is saying “leg” causing my brain to think it can stop worrying about the other thing. I try to override it by pressing against the tree again, but just the movement from getting into that position is enough to make me accidentally… a little.

“Fuck!” I hiss, immediately clasping my hand over my mouth as I realize what I just said and checked to see if any campers who could’ve heard me were around.

I tentatively glance down at my khaki shorts which now have a small, but existent wet spot on them. I check my watch. Five minutes. Come on, August, just five minutes. Five minutes and then you can run into the nature center and use the bathroom and it’s gonna be fine.

The mere thought causes another leak to prematurely escape.

“No..!” I whimper.

Okay, okay, don’t panic, it’s fine. I can hold it. Of course I can, I haven’t had an accident since I was in second grade! Besides, the more miserable I am now the funnier the story becomes anyway right? Tears start to line my eyes as I squeeze my legs around the branch even tighter. I have to go so bad that my vision is blurring.

“Come on! Come on!” I whisper as I squeeze my eyes shut to stop myself from crying. I feel a spurt run down my leg, it stings my cut causing my to wince and pain and causing another leak to escape.

“Please no!” I plead though the massive lump in my throat.

In a panic I check my watch for the millionth time. Two minutes. My begin to hyperventilate as I try to myself that I’m gonna be fine while knowing that that was getting less and less likely by the second.

“It’s okay! It’s okay! It’s okay! I can- I can-” I stutter as my bladder suddenly lurches.

“Agh-! I- I-”

I break down. Hard. I collapse against the tree trunk and shakily groan as my legs spastically quiver and my body gives in. I can hear it pattering onto the dead leaves below as my legs and shorts become soaked with piss. My breathing is all over the place, quick and shallow as I try not to cry like a wimp but also taking in deep breaths of sheer relief as even my socks get soaked through. As I finally finish up and reluctantly peek down at my shorts. Shit. There’s no hiding what just happened. It’s bad. I don’t even know what I’m supposed to do now. I can’t just go back to my group like this.

I decide that I’ll stay in tree as long as I can manage and then sneak back in my cabin and shower once all my campers and my co counselor ere asleep.

I can hear groups walking back to their cabins. The trails are right outside of the we’re the cabins are and I wait until I year all three camps living there go by before I let down my guard and relax. Well, as much as one can relax while hiding in an oak tree in piss-soaked pants. I hear the rumbling of Addie’s golf cart in the distance and think nothing of it until it starts to sound less and less distant. It suddenly stops and I hear footsteps walking down the trail. This isn’t happening. No way can I let her see me like this. I duck back into my hiding spot.

“August m!” she calls, not like she’s looking for me, but like she sees me and is asking me what the hell I’m doing.

“You need to get back to your cabin.” she says, a bit more sternly this time. God, she's terrifying when she's stern. Sweat’s pouring down my back. This isn’t happening. This can’t be happening.

“August?”,she calls, “You okay?”

“Y-yeah.” I weakly respond.

“Why are you in a tree?”

“Counselor hunt.”

“You know that ended nearly half an hour ago, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay follow up question, why are you still in a tree?”

“Because I can’t go back to my cabin.”

“And why is that?”

“Why do you care?” I huff in embarrassment.

Addie sighs and leans against the tree.

“August, I’ve been here long enough that I was your counselor. You’re one of my kids whether you like it or not and knowing how much you love this place I know there’s a good reason why you’re hiding in a goddamn tree and not with your group. I mean, no offense to her but your co has no idea what the hell she’s doing.”

I take a deep breath as I blink back my tears and hop off the branch. I can hear Addie not-so-subtly force back a snicker as she sees me.

“I’m sorry!” she corrects herself, still smirking.

“Don’t be. It’s not your fault. But I can’t go back to my cabin, especially now that my kids are showering.” I blush.

“God, you really are still one of my kids, Pennington.”

“I was sixteen when you had me, stop acting like your some big shot who raised me or something.” I roll my eyes.

“Excuse you, I totally raised you. And stop acting so pissed off, pun intended, I still haven’t forgotten, y’know.”

I blush.

“You’re eighteen and not a camper so I can joke about it with you now. The massive crush you had on me, I mean.”

“I-I-I- What are you talking about?!” I say as I feel my face turning red.

“Hey I could've said have. Don’t play dumb, piss-pants, did you actually think I wouldn’t notice? You're loud as hell, I could hear you talking to Elle about how you wanted me ‘to take you away on my lesbian bike’. Which for the record, I do have a motorcycle and I’ve been calling it my lesbian bike ever since.”

“Jesus Christ.” I mutter in embarrassment.

“Anyway, I can’t take you away on my lesbian bike, but you can settle for my gay golf cart on a joyride to the nurses office for now.”

“Very funny.”

“I’m serious, I can’t just leave you here like that.

“Th-thanks, but I think I'll just wait it out. I don't wanna ruin your seats or anything.”

My face is practically burning from pure embarrassment.

“Whatever, I'm not the one who has to deal with it.”

“Then who is?”

“You, dumbass, it's your piss isn't it?”

“You haven't changed a bit.” I say as I crack a smile.

“Okay, don’t freak out. At this point just pop a squat by the dumpster or something.”

“I won’t make it- I can’t-! I’m gonna- Oh-Oh fuck.”

Wanna know what’s going on 👀👀?

Chapter One is Posted!!

Annoying theatre kid (read: adult,, minors be gone) drinks way too much ThroatCoat before a show. Hilarity ensues but it’s not humiliation based don’t worry.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23474866/chapters/63465886

Summary:

Preston and Dylan are going in a road trip with Dylan’s parents! Only problem is they don’t know Preston and Dylan are dating. It also doesn’t help that a strange amount of piss-related bad luck seems to be following them, but Preston insists it has nothing to with the piss kink she may or may not have and she wants nothing more than to stop whatever the hell is cursing them. Contains Omorashi. So much fucking omorashi