#trigger:watersports

“You’re the one that wanted to come to this shitty party,” Bakugou rasped against your ear, “And I’m the one that had to watch you dance around in this pretty little dress for the last half-hour.” He pressed you back on his desire for emphasis, his vermilion eyes had been watching you from his position in the corner as you danced with your girl friends. You’d intentionally been trying to rile him up, and evidently it had worked. Watching the way his knuckles turned white as he clutched his beer bottle, spreading his legs to try and hide the bulge in his pants.

You’d smiled at him from across the room as you were intent on going to the bathroom, a scowl etched against his features that made you detour towards him. Unable to resist his gravitational pull as you flopped down onto his lap, trying to ignore the throb in your bladder as he held you against him. You’d been intentionally teasing him for the last thirty minutes, feeling the success of your actions as you pressed against the bulge in his trousers. Although it seemed like this wasn’t something he intended for you to get away with. Wanting to slip away to the bathroom for a few minutes before returning back to him, but this wasn’t part of Bakugou’s plan at all.

“I’ll be back in a second, baby. I need to pee.” You pouted, pressing a kiss against his pursed lips. Laughing when you noticed the faint hue of lipstick that had rubbed off against his skin as you lifted your fingers up to rub it away, pulling his lower lip down slightly as you shifted against his lap.

“You can’t just give me this and disappear, Princess.” He ground you down against his crotch, watching your eyes flutter shut as you felt him hard against the swell of your ass, “Where are your manners?”

“Hey, man.” You looked up in surprise to see Kirishima beside you, holding out a cold bottle of beer to Bakugou with a grin, “Refill?” Your boyfriend’s fingers wrapped around the bottle as he held it to his lips, chugging the liquid as you watched his Adam’s apple bob in motion.

“Can I get you a drink, babe?” Kirishima offered to you, the thought of another drink now while you were so desperate to relieve yourself made your cunt clench uncomfortably.

“She’s fine.” Bakugou murmured, his lips smirking around the bottle.

“Oh, are you sure?” Kirishima was so sweet, but the thought of another drink right now had you trembling.

“Yeah, thanks Kiri.” You tried to calm yourself down as you watched Kirishima walk away, his own drink wrapped in a fist.

“I’ll come straight back,” Trying to use this moment as a distraction as you placed a palm on Bakugou’s large thigh, pulling yourself up. Whimpering when you felt Bakugou rut his hips against your own, his hard bulge grinding against your ass.

“You didn’t have a problem when you were being a fuckin’ tease a minute ago.” His lips latching onto your pulse point as he continued to grind himself against you. The cold bottle of beer now pressed against your exposed thigh as the hem of your dress rode up, causing a mixture of sensations to mingle inside you.

You held onto the arm of the chair as you tried to get up once more, squeezing your thighs together to try and quell the throb in your bladder, as though this would stop the sensation completely. Not that it helped much if at all, the urge to go to the bathroom accentuated by the pressure he’d placed on your crotch. Instantly regretting the amount of liquid you’d consumed tonight. Bakugou was quick to prevent you getting up from his lap, his grip tightening against you as he pulled you back down to straddle one of his thick, muscular thighs.

“Suki,” You whimpered, an odd sensation between pleasure and irritation throbbing through your lower half. Clenching your body to try and stop the urge to go as Bakugou began to bounce his thigh, pressing against your crotch perfectly as you inadvertently angled your body so he pressed against your clit with each upward motion.

“Look at you, so fuckin’ desperate.” He smirked as he watched the telltale way your body submitted to him.

A strange sensation bubbling inside you as you tried to get the urge to pee to subside, trying to focus on the pleasure the grinding of your cunt against his thigh was creating. Your palm resting on his knee as you focused on the motion, your nails digging into his skin through his jeans. The lace of your panties dragging against the denim as it added to the delicious friction, almost forgetting you were in a room packed full of people as you let out a lustrous moan.

“Shit, you want everyone to see you get off on my thigh? Such a slut.” Bakugou pulled you back against his chest, his forearm now putting more pressure against your lower stomach as he watched you writhe above him, your eyes clenched shut as you tried to focus on the pleasure and not the desire to relieve yourself.

“Katsuki, I really need to pee.” The telltale throb began to pulse against your lower half as you tried to control it, squeezing your legs together but Bakugou’s large palm clamped down on one of your thighs, keeping them parted on top of him as he watched you bite down on your lower lip, “Please-”

“Aw, Princess. You need to go?” He sounded almost sympathetic, but you knew him better than that. The tone was condescending as he sucked on your neck your pleas falling on deaf ears. Your eyes searched the room to see if anyone had noticed the compromising position you were in, “Hold it.”

The command was easier said than done as you felt your lower half throb, Bakugou’s hand moving lower to press just above your bladder, making your cunt tighten as you felt the urge to pee become too much to take, “But you can’t can’t hold it, can you? Gonna piss all over me where everyone can see?”

You couldn’t control yourself, the way Bakugou was pressing against your bladder made it impossible to hold it in any longer, your thighs squeezing either side of his leg as you arched your back against him. Your eyes rolling back as your lips parted in a whine of relief, toes curling in your shoes as you felt a wetness begin to seep from you and dampen your panties, dress and his jeans. Embarrassment instantly surging through you as you tried to scramble off his thigh, but his grip remained tight against you.

“Dirty fuckin’ bitch.” He growled as his lips curved into a sly smirk against your neck as he felt damp warmth spread against his thigh. Feeling your body go limp against him as he continued pressing down against your pelvis hard. Your breath coming out in soft pants as he allowed his vermilion eyes to scan the room, trying to check if anyone had noticed.

“Come on.” You were mortified, thankful for the low lights in the room as Bakugou lifted you from his thigh, slamming his near empty beer bottle onto the coffee table as he laced his fingers through your own. Not daring to look back at the mess you’d probably made as your boyfriend pulled you towards one of the small downstairs bathrooms, tugging you inside as he locked the door behind him.

You could just about make out the darkened wet patch on his black jeans, the stain making the fabric stick to him as he stepped closer to you, vermillion eyes taking in the sight of your flushed face and pouty lips. You looked absolutely fucked and he’d barely touched you.

“Fuck,” Bakugou grunted when he slipped a hand under your skirt to press against your soaked panties, his nostrils flaring as he rut his cock against your hip. His now wet jeans rubbing against your thigh, the sensation making you whine desperate to feel more stimulation to your neglected clit.

“You have no shame that you just pissed your pants in public, hah?” He grabbed your jaw, making you stare into his intense eyes as he pulled you into a sultry kiss, his teeth clashing against your own as he pressed himself against you.

“Still so desperate for my cock, yeah?” He spoke against your lips, his warm breath fanning your face as you nodded against his grip on your face, “Of course you are, you dirty fuckin’ slut.”

Bakugou turned your body as he shoved you against the bathroom sink. Your hands curling against the cool porcelain as you caught sight of your debauched face in the mirror, his fingers already slipping under your skirt to pull it up over your hips so he could see the darkened mark on your panties, “Look at the mess you made.”

He tugged at your panties, the wet fabric sticking to your skin uncomfortably as you ground yourself back against him, the shame soon morphing into pleasure as he teased your needy sex. Pulling your panties down as he kicked a foot against your own to spread your thighs apart. His fingers immediately delving between your sopping folds, feeling how wet you were with your slick.

“Pissing on me in front of all those people turn you on that much?” You bit your lip as you nodded at him through the reflection in the mirror.

“You wanted them to see didn’t you?” His eyes darkened as he pulled back to tug his jeans down just enough to free his aching cock.

“Come on, Princess. You can’t spend your entire evening in this line.” Cursing his strength as he pulled you out of the queue with ease, guiding you back towards the main hall, his arm still securely wrapped around your waist, thick fingers digging into your side.

“I literally can’t move.” You groaned, trying to stop him from dragging you into the busy ballroom as you pulled against his grip, your face flushed as you inhaled, hoping holding your breath would make the urge to go disappear.

“You know I got this drink just for you, babe.” He pouted as his innocent eyes gazed down at you, holding out the glass to you once more, “You don’t even want to take a sip?”

You tried to push the glass away, but he wouldn’t allow it. The same, innocent doe-eyed look on his face that you could never refuse as he offered the drink to you once more. Your hand shakily taking it from his grasp as you sipped at the fizzy liquid, feeling it slide down your throat as your core threatened to burst, a low groan leaving the back of your throat as you shuddered against him. Bouncing your leg as you tried to channel the ebb in your core towards other parts of your body, trying to subdue the throb inside you.

“That’s it.” He murmured, watching you drink the champagne as his fingers tipped the glass slightly, making you drink more of the alcohol than you would’ve liked. Watching your throat bob as he filled you with even more liquid. “Do you realise how sexy you look all needy like this, babe?”

Kirishima groaned, red eyes drinking in your feverish body as he moved you to face him. His hands holding onto your hips before leaning forward to pepper kisses along your jaw, his dark stubble tickling your cheek. Your eyes flutter shut at the motion as you almost forgot your predicament, allowing yourself to lean into his touch as his thick fingers dug into your curves.

“Please, Eiji. I really gotta go.” You took the opportunity to put your glass down on one of the tables in the room as you held your breath, trying to squeeze the muscles in your pelvis.

“Come on, princess.” Kirishima wrapped your smaller hand in his large fist, tugging you back in the direction of the bathrooms. Thinking that he was going to try and force you into the men’s bathrooms, not that you would object at this point. You were so desperate. The queue for the ladies looked even worse than it had been when you’d joined it, but he didn’t stop, continuing towards the exit of the building. There was no way you’d be able to make it home to use the toilet there either, you were fucked. Clenching your core as you tried to stop yourself from thinking about the urge to urinate but you were desperate. Kirishima caught you by surprise as he stopped by an unmarked door, his free hand moved to jiggle the handle, hearing the click to signal it was unlocked. He swiftly moved to peek his head inside, flicking the light switch on before swiftly dragging you in behind him as he shut the door behind him.

The room was dimly lit, evidently a supply closet full of cleaning supplies as Kirishima tugged you against his muscular body, his palm immediately moving down to the slit in your dress, slipping underneath the silk fabric to stroke against your naked leg. Already moving your body to press against the closed door as his large thigh slipped between your own, his foot kicking your legs apart as you whined in displeasure, your arms instinctively curling around his hulking frame as he pressed himself against you.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do this.” He growled, his mouth meeting yours in a sultry kiss, tongue already slipping out between your parted lips to invade your mouth, swallowing your objections as you almost forgot about your predicament, “You look so fucking good in that dress, sweetheart.”

Slipping up the skirt of your dress as his hands found purchase on your round ass, squeezing the supple skin as he tugged you against him, allowing you to feel his hardness straining against his slacks. You felt warm, a mixture of pleasure swirling inside you mixed with the desperation you still had to use the bathroom. You bit your lip as Kirishima began to trail kisses along your neck, pausing to suck against your pulse point as he lifted his knee, pressing your clothed cunt down against his thigh.

“Fuck, Eiji. I can’t-” You whimpered, the throb between your legs intensifying as you tried to stop yourself coming undone against him.

“Thought you said you needed to go, princess.” He smirked as he watched your eyes flutter, your head resting against the wooden door as your body began to grind against his thigh. You were trying to ignore the throb in your bladder but instead, it made you grind yourself against his thigh, creating delicious friction against your clit. The juxtaposition of pleasure and pain overwhelming you as you felt lightheaded, your nails digging into his suit jacket as your breath came out in light pants, “No one’s stopping you.”

“I can’t- I can’t go here.” You gave him an incredulous look, your trembling body felt as though it was aflame as he continued to grind you against his thigh, feeling the heat of your core through his suit pants as he bit down on your neck, suckling the supple skin as he felt your thighs try to close around his, trying to hold in your release.

“Yeah you can, you said you were desperate, remember?” He teased, his lips ghosting against your ear as he lifted a hand to palm your breast, delightfully relishing the fact that you hadn’t worn a bra with this outfit as your nipple pebbled against the sheer silk, fingertips flicking against it teasingly as he watched your reaction.

You tremble as you feel yourself begin to go, a small trickle leaving your body before you’re able to stop yourself, clenching your pelvic muscles hard as you grit your teeth. Sheer embarrassment flooding your body as Kirishima gives you an innocent smile, feeling the wetness already dampening your panties as the material sticks to your skin. Hoping that the liquid hadn’t leaked through the material and saturated his slacks, that Kirishima hadn’t noticed that you’d almost let go against him.

“Eijirou, please.”

“There’s no need to hold back in front of me, Princess. If you gotta go, you gotta go.” You could hear the teasing tone in his voice, there was no way he wanted you to go like this.

You weren’t sure how much longer you could hold it in, your entire body was throbbing as you struggled to form coherent sentences, your mind focused on the ebb between your thighs as you felt yourself begin to shake. Kirishima’s thigh constantly pressing against your cunt as his crimson eyes remained focused on you, words of encouragement continuing to be whispered in your ear.

This was it, you couldn’t hold it in anymore. The pressure inside you already increasing as the pain became almost unbearable, you were at the stage where you could no longer control yourself. There was no way you could subdue the urge to relieve yourself any longer.

Relief finally surges through your body as you felt the euphoria of alleviating the tension. The warm liquid dampening your panties and trickling down your inner legs, all the way to your strappy heels. Kirishima’s slacks now soaked and stuck to his skin as you let go, flowing freely.

“Yes.” Kirishima hissed as he felt you piss on his thigh, the warm liquid gushing out of you, “That’s it.”

Your breath came out in harsh pants as you finally felt free, the tension that had built inside you dissipating as you felt control return to your body. Your fingers still digging into Kirishima’s broad shoulders as you kept yourself upright. The material of your panties sticking to your cunt uncomfortably, glad that Kirishima had lifted the skirt of your dress so you didn’t spoil the fabric, but his pants, on the other hand, were drenched.

“Fuck, you’re such a dirty girl.” He growls his fingers already moving down to stroke against the soaked fabric of your panties, seeing the liquid trickling down your inner legs and against his slacks, the wet patch darkening his already black trousers as he presses against your core, “Look at the mess you’ve made.”

“Eijriou, stop.” You whined, feeling your entire body heat up in shame, shoving him back as you clenched your thighs together, trying to hide the shame, “It’s embarrassing.”

“Come on, baby. Let’s get these off you.” His fingers are already curling into the thin hem of your panties, dragging them down your soaked thighs as he helps you step out of them.

“I’m dirty,” You objected pitifully as you let him take your panties off.

“Yeah, you are.” He groaned, the tone of his voice made you groan as Kirishima took in the view of your slick legs, “Look at you.”

His palms slid back up your legs as he stood back towards you, his hands tugging your legs apart once more so he could gain access between them.

“Fuck, you’re soaked.” He groans, his fingers already delving between your folds to feel the mixture of liquids coating your folds, “So hot.”

“You’d like that wouldn’t you?” Everyone seeing what a filthy little girl you are.” He moved back slightly to motion towards his thigh now soaked with your release, “Maybe I should show them the mess you made.”

“No, Eiji. Please.” Your lower lip quivered as you felt his thick fingers circle your tight hole, teasingly dipping the calloused pad of his digit inside you as he watched you grind yourself down on him. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful.”

Kirishima was unable to wait any longer has he pulled his hand back from your slit, moving to unbuckle his belt as he tugged his slacks and boxer-briefs down just enough to free his aching cock, the material sitting around the swell of his ass as he curled a large palm around his cock. A large drool of pre-cum oozed out of the swollen reddened head as he rolled his thumb against it, smoothing it along his thick, veiny length. Involuntarily licking your lips at the sight as he pressed his hips against your own, his hip bones digging into your skin as he stroked the tip between your folds.

“Didn’t that feel good, princess?” Kirishima pressed a kiss to your lips, cherishing the blissful expression on your features as he pushed his hips forward, feeling the head of his cock breach your tight hole. He’d barely stretched you out with his foreplay so your inner walls clung to him, feeling a different kind of ache between your thighs as your body slowly began to stretch around him, his slow movements making you whine, pulling his shoulders towards you as you tried to get him to bury himself inside you with more urgency.

“I know, baby. I know.” He cooed, his hands slipping back to your ass to hold you against him, lifting one of your thighs to rest against his hip as he finally snapped his hips forward, burying his thick cock inside you to the hilt as you finally felt full.

The tightness you’d felt from holding onto your urge to go to the bathroom for so long was soon replaced with the restraint of his cock inside you. Your head slamming back onto the wooden door hard as you let out an unabashed moan, feeling Kirishima begin to rut into your tight cunt. Your walls sucking him in greedily as he used your body for his own gratification.

“I’m close.” You whined, needing that extra something to help you over the edge.

“Yeah?” Kirishima, as if understanding your subliminal request slipped his hand between your connected bodies to press his thumb against your clit, rubbing messy circles against the puffy nub as you felt yourself hurtling over the edge. Your legs trembling from staying upright in your high heels as your toes began to curl, crying out his name as you came undone.

“Eijriou.” You whimpered out his name as Kirishima kept the consistent pace inside you, hungrily searching for his release as he felt your inner walls convulsing around him in the aftershocks of your climax.

“Fuck, baby. You wanna get caught?” Kirishima groaned as he continued rutting his hips into you, “Want everyone to see the fuckin’ mess you made?”

His words made you tremble, pleasure already overtaking your senses as he continued to use you for his release, each thrust had his thick length buried deeper inside your heat, the tip of his cock almost brushing against your cervix with each sloppy movement. Each rough thrust making you cry out in bliss, your breath coming out in hot pants.

“So fuckin’ noisy.” He grinned, moving his hand from your clit to grip your hips, angling your body as he chased his release.

“Fuck, ‘m gonna-” He came with a grunt, burying his sweaty forehead into your neck as he coated your inner walls with white, hot ropes of his cum. Your hand moving to hold the back of his neck as you tried to keep him inside you for as long as possible, trying to savour the closeness.

“You’re incredible,” Kirishima whispered against your neck, pressing his lips against your sweaty skin as he finally pulled out of your pulsating heat. You whined at the loss of contact as he moved to stick his softening cock back inside his slacks, uncaring that he was slick with your fluids.

“You look how you should look when I’m done with you,” He gave you a cocky grin, “Absolutely fucked.”

“I can’t go back out there like this,” You whined, feeling the mess between your thighs, sticky against your skin, “Can I have your boxers?”

“You want me to go on stage commando? That’s kinky even for you, babe.” He teased.

“On stage?” There was no way he was planning to stay at this gala after this, you looked a mess. If the paparazzi snapped you liked this you’d be mortified.

“I still haven’t accepted my award yet, babe.”

“You must be joking.” You deadpanned, there was no way you were staying, the wet patch you’d created still blatantly obvious against his slacks.

“Come on, babe.” Kirishima leaned down to pick up your sopping panties, grinning as he held the crotch up to his crimson eyes, obviously proud of himself as he shoved the fabric into his trouser pocket with no shame, moving to open the door, “I’m the one that’s dirty.”

“Fine,” You huffed, hoping that there was no longer a queue for the bathrooms so you could at least fix your hair, “But you’re cleaning this mess up because it’s all your fault.”