girl who's used to subtly peeing outside while wearing a skirt with no panties, realizing that she forgot she's wearing leggings underneath today as she soaks her thighs and gasps (and now she's stuck with a wet patch underneath her short skirt that she's panicking about)

POLAROID [ STILES STILINSKI x ISSAC LAHEY x READER ]

Warnings: smut, pure filth and smut, threesome, fem receiving oral, anal, double penetration

“Hey Issac,” you say one day, sitting down on the couch next to him, you have a proposition for him after Stiles mentioned his reaction to seeing the pictures he takes of you.

“Oh, hey, hi,” he stutters, his cheeks red, knowing you and Stiles were just spending time in the bedroom with his present. Issac is a great gift-giver, and you and Stiles have gone through way too many Polaroid films already.

“I was just wondering, and feel free to say no, but Sti and I were wondering if you wanted to see some of the photos we took with your gift?”

Issac thinks for a moment, but only because he doesn’t want to look insanely desperate and eager if he says yes right away, and just in case this is some trick from both of you, a way of seeing if he really did enjoy the pictures from Stiles phone so Stiles can kick his ass.

“Sure, yeah, only you know, if you want to,” Issac says, trying his hardest to keep his voice level and not sound too excited.

Stiles watching the interaction from the doorway, finding it incredibly endearing that Issac has such a crush on you.

Issac leans forward on the couch, adjusting his shirt to cover his crotch. It doesn’t go unnoticed by you as you reveal the Polaroids, five of them that Stiles picked, knowing they would get Issac riled up.  Issac loves your breasts, both you and Stiles know this because when all of you work out and you wear a sports bra, and only a sports bra, Issac’s eyes are transfixed on them in the mirror as you jog on the treadmill.

Issac takes the polaroids in shaky hands, eyes widening as his jeans tighten.

The first picture is a rather tame picture on most accounts. You’re on your knees with Stiles cock in your hand, staring up at him with innocent eyes.

The next is a little more out there, you’re wearing those pink nipple clamps and a ring gag.

The third is when Issac ’s heart rate really picks up and his breathing comes out in shorter pants. You’re laying on your back, rope intricately wrapped around your breasts, with two of your fingers in your mouth.

“You like that one?” You ask, smirking as you scoot closer to him and all Issac can do is nod while he licks his lips.

The fourth is of your fingers buried in your pussy, a full body shot, your breasts still wrapped in rope, your mouth wide open in a moan.

“You know, there’s something I’ve always wanted to try,” you say as he turns to the fifth and final picture.

“And what, what was that?”  Issac asks, his face bright red as he struggles to keep his composure, setting the polaroids on the coffee table.

“I’ve always wanted to be fucked by two guys at once precisely a brunette and blondie” you thrum your fingers against your thigh, waiting for Issac’s response.

“And Stiles is uh-,”

“I want to make my girl happy,” Stiles says, making  Issac nearly jump into the air. Stiles makes his way out of the door, around the back of the couch to sit by your side, slinging an arm around your shoulder.

“Sti and I have talked about this a bunch, and we would love for you to join us,” you practically pur, moving your hand to rest of Issac’s thigh. The warmth from your hand spreads all the way to his crotch and he nods, gulping as he tries to find the most appropriate way to say he’s wanted to fuck you since you and Stiles got together, probably before.

“Now?” His voice cracks and he wrings his hands before running them through his hair, finally, finally meeting your eyes with his grayish blue ones.

“If you want,” you say, your hand running farther up his thigh.

“Can I touch you?”  Issac asks, eyes flicking between your own and Stiles.

“Please,” you whisper. And your permission was all  Issac needed, his hands are on you in an instant, pulling you into his lap.

Yours find his hair as he kisses you, it’s hungrier than Stiles normally kisses you. All of the nerves he previously showed gone now.

Stiles watches, getting hard as you start to grind down against Issac , his hands gripping your ass.

Your tongue is eagerly exploring his mouth, the first new territory since you and Sti got together what felt like ages ago.

You can tell Stiles is jealous because he hardly gives  Issac any time with you by himself before he’s standing behind you, brushing your hair away from your neck and kissing along it, marking you as much as he can. You’re positively soaked through your leggings and you can’t wait much longer.

Ever since you and Stiles talked about inviting Issac to join you a week ago, Stiles would constantly talk about him while fucking you.

“How’d you feel with both of us stuffing you full?”

“So filthy, can’t get enough of my cock now you want a second? Want  Issac and I to fill you up?”

“Want  Issac to eat your pretty pussy until you come over and over again?”

“Boys, I, ah, as much as I’m enjoying myself, can we take this someplace a little more comfortable?” You ask as you brush your lips along Issac ’s jaw.

“Course princess, whatever you want,” Stiles says, stepping back to give you a chance to stand up.

Issac however takes you both by surprise by picking you up, following Stiles into your room as you kiss and suck along his skin.

“Fuck, you’ve got a mouth on ya babe,”  Issac grunts as he sets you down on the bed.

Stiles kneels down in front of you, kissing your hand gently as you watch Issac strip.

You’re both eager but Stiles wants to take his time, make sure you’re on board with everything and completely comfortable.

“Baby girl, I asked how you want us,” Stiles says, pushing your thighs apart and helping you pull off your leggings, your underwear going right with it.

“I want, fuck,” you groan as  Issac finally takes his boxers off and you get your eyes on what you’ve been thinking about for a while. His cock is hard and he wraps a fist around it, slowly jerking himself off. You realize that he’s staring at your pussy, now bare and wet for him to see as Stiles tries to keep your attention.

He lightly smacks your thigh, sending a painful shiver down your spine so you focus on him.

“Need to answer me before we can do anything.”

“I want  Issac to fuck me, want you to fuck my ass, please,” you beg, the plug inside of you shining and catching Issac ’s eye as you start to buck your hips up off the bed.

“Why don’t you let  Issac eat that pretty pussy? Make you feel good while I get some stuff ready?” Stiles asks, standing up and gripping the bottom of your shirt, pulling it over your head.

“I’ll be right back, going to get a few things together,” Stiles says, kissing you sweetly before turning to Issac , “don’t let her come, got it?”

You whine low in your throat as you lay back on the bed, your feet dangling off the side.

“Why not?”  Issac asks, slightly confused by the question as Stiles just laughs.

“Because, her orgasms are so much better when she’s being fucked, and especially after getting edged a few times.”

Issac  nods understandingly before Stiles leaves the room.

“Now, what was this about eating your pussy?”  Issac smirks, kneeling down on the bed in front of you and gripping your thighs.

“Please, wanna, wanna know how you use that tongue Issac,” you beg, hips bucking up as he pulls you flush with his face.

Issac  only groans his response, his eyes watching your breasts as he laps through your folds, kissing your clit sweetly before fucking into you with his tongue.

You let out a groan when his hand easily finds the plug in your ass, gently pulling it in and out, making your thighs tighten around his head.

“Fuck, issac, god,” you struggle for words as he continues to eat you out, his lips finding your clit again and sucking on it as he works you open with two fingers, his other hand constantly teasing the plug inside of you.

You’re close, much too close and you consider not saying anything, he could let you come and  Stiles would be none the wiser. But even though he’s only touched you for not very long, Issac can tell by your body’s reaction to his movement that you’re close. He lets up on your clit, opting to kiss along your thighs and stomach instead, letting you come back down from your edge before teasing you again.

“Do you wear this plug often?”  Issac wonders as his fingers rub against your g-spot.

You’re gasping when his tongue laps at your clit again, a third finger fitting snugly against the other two.

“She wears it when she wants to be a slut, feel full while we’re out in public or at pack meetings, likes to sit on my lap and feel it inside of her, knowing only the two of us know about it,” Stiles says as he reenters the room with water and a granola bar for after. He sets them down on the bedside table and grabs the lube, sitting on the bed next to you.

“How’d you want us?” Stiles asks as  Issac stands up.

“Mhm, wanna feel you Sti, please,” you whine as Stiles sits back against the headboard.

”Then that’s what you’ll get, all fours for a moment, let me work on that perfect tight ass of yours.

Issac  groans as you eagerly maneuver yourself on all fours so Stiles can slowly pull the plug out and work his fingers into you.

He uses a generous amount of lube as he fucks you open with his fingers. Issac kneels on the bed and kisses you through it, his hands groping and playing with your breasts and nipples as you moan into the kiss. Once you start to fuck yourself back onto Stiles fingers, he knows you’re ready for more.

“Want to lean back, sit on my cock, baby girl?” Stiles asks, lightly spanking you as you moan.

“Please,” you whine as Stiles pulls his fingers out of you and suddenly you feel all too empty so you hurry backward, Stiles arm wrapping around your middle as he positions himself at your entrance, the head of his cock pushing past the rim with a slight burn. Issac’s concerned for a moment, moving to cup your cheeks and kiss you softly, asking if you’re alright.

“All good, man, she likes the pain,” Stiles winks at  Issac as you whimper, slowly lowering yourself fully on Tom’s cock.

Issac  groans when he sees how your pussy is already dripping.

“Going to get you nice and ready for my cock, alright baby girl?” Issac says, his thumb finding your clit.

“Oh god, Issac, fuck me, please,” you beg as he begins to slide a finger into you.

You let Stiles and  Issac work you over, Stiles lips on your neck, Issac’s suckling on the skin of your breasts as he opens you up.

They both know you’re close when you clench around three of Issac’s fingers and Stiles swears as you get even tighter around him.

“Please let me come, need it so bad,” you whine, starting to grind back and forth against Stiles cock and Issac’s fingers.

“You going to be a good girl for us? Let us fuck you nice and good?”  Stiles asks, your legs shaking on either side of his as you grope for Issac’s neck, desperately needing to kiss him again.

You grip the back of his hair as you speak, Issac’s eyes darting from your wide ones to the way you keep licking your lips, “promise I’ll be so good for you.”

Issac  continues to fuck his fingers into you, gliding them right up against your g-spot while you bite back a moan, trying not to come without permission.

“Why don’t you come all over Issac’s fingers? Show him all the pretty sounds you make when you come?”  Stiles says, hands gripping your hips as he starts to fuck up into you.

Issac ! Fuck, fucking fuck, fuck,” you cry out as you come, feeling all too empty the moment he pulls his fingers out of you.

“Who knew you were such a sailor mouth?” Issac chuckles as he uses his fingers to cover his cock in your wetness.

“Mhm, as if you don’t love it,” you tease, feeling  Stiles bite into your shoulder.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Issac groans, taking a little bit to find the right position to fuck into you, but once he does, you’re so full you feel tears in your eyes, way more than  Stiles and a plug could fill you.

Issac ” you sigh, his lips meeting yours, like he couldn’t get enough of them, like this is the last time he would get the chance to kiss you.

You’re so caught up in the push and pull between  Stiles and Issac , how each time  Stiles would bounce you on his lap, Issac would pull out slightly, only to fuck you even harder when Stiles pulled out slightly, that you almost completely miss your next orgasm. Issac’s thumb finds your clit as Stiles hand tightens around your waist as he whispers in your ear, “come for us, princess.”

You scream both  Stiles and Issac’s names as you come again,  Stiles cock throbbing inside of you as  Issac continues to fuck you. You’re getting completely overstimulated from the marks all over your neck and chest to your pussy, throbbing as you try to come down from your high as Issac makes you come once again.

“Fuck, you feel so good when you come, baby girl, so tight around me,” Issac praises you as his thumb leaves your clit for a moment, giving you a small break while Stiles gets close, whispering absolute filth in your ear.

“Sound so fucking pretty moaning like a slut for us, can’t get enough huh? Want to come again? Come while I fill you up, princess?”  Stiles asks as you begin to fuck yourself down onto him again and Issac starts playing with your clit again.

“Please Sti, please come in me,” you whine and although usually you’re the one taking orders from  Stiles in the bedroom, Stiles comes when you tell him to, his hands leaving a bruising grip on your hips.

You can feel him leaking out of you around his cock as Issac gets close, lips firmly attached onto one of your nipples as he rubs your clit.

“ Issac fill me up, need you,” you beg, your voice barely a whisper as you come, his thumb finally letting up on your clit to come inside of you.

When Issac finally pulls out of you, watching his come dripping down your thighs, he’s mesmerized, this thumb rubbing your clit, sending more jolts of pleasure through your body.

“ Issac,” you whine, legs shaking as he pulls yet another orgasm from your body, Tom’s hands steady on your hips.

“How was that?”  Stiles asks as Issac’s fingers trail down your trembling thighs, gathering his come on his fingers.

You groan low in your throat as he holds his fingers up and you look at the white substance dripping down them. You’re overcome with the urge to suck on his fingers, so that’s exactly what you do. Both  Stiles and Issac watch with wide eyes as you grab Issac’s wrist and pull his fingers toward your face.  

“Fuck, y/n,”  Issac grunts as you begin to suck on his fingers, your tongue trailing along the skin, continuing to suck on them even after you got them clean.

“Filthy little thing huh,” Stiles teases and you swear he’s already getting hard again as you grind against him.

You finally release Issac’s fingers with a pop, lips wet and panting as you let go of his hand.

The room is silent as Issac continues to swipe through your folds, down your thighs, picking up a mix of his come and your orgasm as he goes.

By the time you’ve finally cleaned his fingers off completely and there wasn’t much of a mess between your thighs, Issac sits back, just staring at the way your pussy clenched around nothing.

“Hey man ?” Stiles says, patting your hip.

“Huh?”  Issac asks, getting pulled out of whatever hypnotic state he seemed to find himself in.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

MASTERLIST

Nocturnal Emission

[Scully watches Mulder have a wet dream]

They are adults. Full grown, tax paying, insurance holding adults. They’d gone around the world fighting depraved criminals and paranormal mysteries, staring pure evil in the eyes so many times they’d probably never get out of the periphery. Sometimes it felt like they were taking on the world by themselves.

All perfectly good reasons as to why it was ridiculous for them to be standing on either side of this queen bed like awkward teenagers, staring at the mattress in front of them with crimson cheeks.

“I can take the floor, really. It’s my fault after all.”

She chuckled humorlessly, pulling back the covers as if the prospect of sharing a bed didn’t both excite and terrify her.“Don’t be ridiculous, Mulder. We’re adults.”

Adults with so much sexual tension they were a hair's breadth away from jumping each other on a normal day. A normal day consisting of them being fully clothed in different motel rooms, not stuck together in the world’s most cramped and inconvenient motel room with one bed.

“Oh, trust me. I know,” he murmured, eyeing her revealed skin appreciatively once more before sliding under the covers on his side. She may have entertained the idea that he forgot to book the arrangements on purpose if it wasn’t for his clear embarrassment about his lack of sleepwear. She’d always known he slept in his boxers, but not while he slept right next to her. She didn’t fare much better; just a thin cotton t-shirt with a pair of booty shorts.

They both settled down, turning off the lights and tucking themselves in as they laid still, basked in the glow of the moonlight. When it became clear he was done, she realized he was giving her so much room that she was sure he had to be hanging half off the bed. “Mulder, are you comfortable?”

“Yeah, of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Do you have enough room?”

“Y-yeah,” he stammered, embarrassed at being called out. “I’m fine.”

She looked over at him and saw he was staring straight up at the ceiling, looking uncomfortably stiff. “I promise I won’t bite.”

She regretted saying anything when an eyebrow cocked suggestively. “Are you making a pass at me, Scully?”

She rolled her eyes and, from his laughter, he must’ve sensed it. “Goodnight, Mulder,” she chastised, rolling on her side to face the clock.

“Night, g-woman,” he teased.

She felt him shift in place a few times before inevitably succumbing and scooting closer to her, not quite touching but close enough that she could feel his body heat under the thin blanket.

Instinctively, she wanted to back up into him. Feel his skin touch her back as he wrapped his arms around her. But she shook the thoughts from her mind as quickly as they came. Instead, she focused on the clock on the nightstand.

11:12

A sigh from Mulder.

12:15

Mulder tossing and turning a few times while punching the pillow.

1:08

Would the night just consist of her laying straight as a board, hoping for just a chance that Mulder might brush against her. God, this sexual dry spell had turned her into a character from a Victorian novel.

How could she sleep when her half-naked partner was so close to her?

“Mmm,” he hummed deep in his throat.

She started in the bed, somehow convincing herself she must’ve spoken that last sentiment outloud and he was replying. When she looked over at him, prepared to apologize, she was instead met with a completely unconscious Mulder. His chest was rising and falling to the steady beats of his breath.

A look of pain crossed his face and she raised herself up on her elbow to look at him. A light sheen of sweat had broken out on his hairline as his brow furrowed. She lifted her own hand as delicately as she could and placed it on his forehead, checking for a temperature, but not wanting to wake him and re-start the awkward process of trying to fall asleep. Especially if she had to then explain why she was touching him while he was unconscious.

A small gasp left his lips and she retracted her hand like the warmth of his skin had burned her. The quickness of her action was lewdly juxtaposed by the languid motion he made with his hips, thrusting them upwards to some unknown goal before falling back into the mattress.

It was amazing how many symptoms a fever dream and a sex dream shared. The latter of which she quickly realized Mulder was experience as the thin sheet above him raised under his turgidity.

She had to hold back her own gasp as she took in the sight. Mulder was hard as a rock and clearly doing something to indulge in that fact. He made another little sound in the back of his throat, almost like a muffled grunt, as his face turned on the pillow, facing her with eyes still clamped shut. His fists were clutching onto the sheets like a lifeline as he made little scooping motions with his hips, angling them upwards as he squeezed his thighs together.

The sight alone made her squeeze her own thighs together in faint mimicry, intimately aware of the wetness that couldn’t be contained behind her lips and seeped out onto her outer folds. Had she been wet before seeing this or was she that quickly affected by Mulder? She didn’t know, but she couldn’t bring her eyes away from the sight in front of her.

Her breath caught in her throat as he rolled on his side a bit more, inadvertently scooting himself closer to her. She could feel his body heat and she was afraid even just the sheer weight of her attention would wake him up. “Ngh, fuck.” It was murmured, but it was distinguishable. His face turned into the pillow even more and this time she caught him almost burying his face in it.

Only when he smelled it did she realize it was actually her pillow he was on and then suddenly the newfound force of his grinding into the mattress made sense. It also made every hair on her body stand up as goosebumps littered her body. “Sc-.” She felt her lungs screaming for air, but she needed to hear that again. She needed him to finish that word.

She needed him to say her name.

She sank slowly down onto her back so that she was parallel to him, her face a few mere inches away from his. They were so close the minty undertones of his toothpaste hit her face and moved her hair as his breaths turned into rhythmic pants. It felt like his pants were synching up with the throbbing in her groin and it wasn’t until she felt her own wetness hit the pads of her middle finger that she realized she snuck her hand down her pants and was starting to touch herself.

Always her partner, even unconsciously, Mulder lazily reached his hand down to press into the front of his crotch. There was no dexterity to it, but there was plenty of intent clear as he began rubbing himself against his hand. His jaw was slack and it gave her a perfect view of his pretty pink tongue. The tongue she’d spent countless hours imagining going back and forth across the very place she was now touching.

God, she shouldn’t be doing that. A few years ago that thought probably would have caused her to turn away. Give him the privacy he deserved. Instead it just made her body pulse unbearably as she watched this display of pure human lust unfold in front of her. Mulder’s subconscious lust. She took in an eyeful of what the falling sheet was offering. He was big. She’d always hoped. She’d always suspected. But now there was undeniable proof outlined by eight hard inches of stretched blue cotton. Occasionally he would hit the fly of his boxers so that she got a glimpse of his skin. It was red from the blood flow and glistening with precum. The moonlight gave her a perfect view and she silently counted her lucky stars he hadn’t woken up.

“Yeah,” he gasped as his brow furrowed again. Everytime he thrust downward her side dipped into the bed slightly. They were that close. He turned his head into the pillow again, but this time she noticed his lips pucker slightly.

She’d seen how he looked at her nowadays. Innuendos were slowly becoming offers in disguise. He wanted her, and every fiber in her being told her that dream-Scully was getting a lot more action than just a good show with some masturbation. She plunged two fingers into herself and she stilled almost instantly because of how loud the sound of her wetness felt in the room. Like a sharp disturbance in the cloud of lust deafening them. She pulled them out slowly and felt how her walls clenched around her, trying desperately to keep the digits submerged. As she drug them out, she made sure to rub her clit with the entire length of her soaked fingers. Now it was her turn to thrust her sex in the air.

Her mouth dropped open in a silent moan as she willed the sound to stay buried by the clench of her throat. For a second she worried the movement had woken Mulder up, but he simply fell back onto his back, still facing her as he pumped his hips in the air. The leg holes of his boxers were visibly being pulled away from his legs with the sheer rigor of his erection.

“-lee.” Her fingers picked up the pace as the trail end of her name escaped from his throat in a strangled whisper. That’s it, Mulder. Keep going. She was internally cheering him on as she saw the way his mouth was moving against the night, the way his hips were pleasing the dream-Scully whom she would give anything to trade places with.

She could see the precum leaking out of the tip of his boxers, creating a damp spot on the fabric that made the ridges of his head that much more prominent. She bit down on her lip hard in punishment as an actual sound left her lips and broke the silence of the room. Not quite a whine, not quite a moan, but definitely something that made her whole body still in anticipation of bright hazel eyes snapping open.

Except they didn’t come. Instead the sound seemed to beckon him as he turned over and shifted a leg towards her, spreading his legs and now actually making contact with her. She started moving her fingers again, and this time she didn’t care that there was a wet sloppy sound filling the air. All she could focus on was that Mulder, so beautiful and erect, was touching her as they both were enthralled in pleasure. God she needed this. She was caught in rapture as she pretended like Mulder’s fingers, still clutching the bedsheets, were clutching her instead. That it was him slowly driving her to the brink of insanity.

“Scully,” he moaned so viscerally that she could practically see the way his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

Her name was all she needed as her body wracked with one of the most powerful orgasms of her life. She hoped the shaking of the bed wouldn’t wake him because there was no way in hell she could stop it. She watched his hips undulate, and she imagined it was him she was clenching around instead of just a fantasy. She didn’t let up the tempo of her fingers and she was glad as his own orgasm seeped through the material, coming out thick, hot, and white against the darkness of his boxers. It was undoubtedly the hottest thing she’d ever seen and this was probably the longest orgasm she’d ever had.

His face fell into the pillow as he thrust the orgasm out, blissfully unaware of the way his semen amassed and dripped down in globs onto the rest of his front. A lazy smile tugged on his lips and she hoped dream-Scully was placing sweet kisses on his face and telling him she loved him, because real-Scully’s lips burned from being bitten so many times to repress doing just that.

Everything seemed so much quieter after that and she slowly pulled her hand out of her underwear, mindful to keep the elastic of her panties from snapping against her as she realized what just happened.

She masturbated less than a foot away from Mulder while she watched him have a wet dream about her.

In the moonlight she could see the way her fingers glistened from her arousal and she wiped them against the warm linens, figuring it wasn’t the only mark going to be left on them as a reminder of tonight. She gasped again as she felt Mulder’s hand slide over her belly, but when she looked at him she realized he was still asleep. Real-Scully just got to be dream-Scully for a while. He shifted his body closer to her so that his front was flush with her side as he laid his head a top her breast.

She felt the damp stickiness of his come hit her bare leg, but she wasn’t even grossed out. This very well might be the most intimate, sexual experience she would ever have with Mulder, and she had no problem indulging in it within the privacy of the night.

For tonight, she would simply nuzzle herself closer to him, breathe in his scent, and be lulled to sleep by the comforting nature of the moment.

For the morning, she would wake up to a fully-dressed Mulder “accidentally” pouring a carton of orange juice on the bed. Even in her groggy morning haze, she knew it was directly on the stain in the middle of the bed and directly on the side he’d been nuzzled against. It was amazing how creative Mulder was when he was desperate to hide something.

“Oh shit, Scully. I’m so sorry,” he lamented with sincerity, though she knew what the true apology was for.

She felt her own stickiness coating her thighs and she was honestly more endeared by his actions than annoyed. Turning over onto the orange juice without care, she stretched, not caring that her shirt had risen to show her midriff, and gave him a sleepy, seductive smile and in her sleep-laced voice asked, “Sleep good?”

Omo story #1 featuring characters F1 and F2

From the start of gym class, it was extremely obvious Amy needed to pee. Jesse couldn’t keep her eyes off the other student. Every free moment there was to stand, Amy wrapped her legs around each other, bouncing. Every stretch was done with extra wincing and care not to jostle her swollen bladder. Amy avoided any activity that would require her to part her legs, choosing instead of make a half-hearted attempt or, if it couldn’t be avoided, doing the exercise really quickly with one hand balled up against her crotch.

At first Jesse wondered why Amy didn’t go in the locker room, but then she remembered Amy hadn’t made it to the start of class. Amy had been seen dashing into the locker room after nearly everyone had already emerged, looking panicked at being late for class. Jesse knew as well Amy had been in detention quite a few times by now. She probably thought she couldn’t afford to risk it again, and had skipped the bathroom to avoid being late.

Jesse thought Amy would beg to be excused to use the toilet or their coach would say something, but neither possibility occurred. Amy was in clearly dire need at the start of class, but as the minutes wore on Jesse knew she had to be on the verge of wetting herself. Amy’s squirming grew so obvious and provocative, people began to joke about it. A couple of girls made hissing sounds at her. Some others talked loudly about times they had pissed themselves. One girl even “accidentally” spilled her water bottle right in front of Amy. Jesse found the whole situation made her feel very odd. She pitied Amy, but part of her felt like it was starting to burn and heat her up in ways she had never felt before.

Jesse was sure Amy was going to wet herself long before class ended, but somehow it didn’t happen. Although her face was bright red, and her hand remained tightly pressed between her crossed legs, and she couldn’t stop rocking back and forth, her restraint lasted. But the moment the teacher dismissed them, Amy took off in the fastest hobble she had ever seen. Jesse couldn’t help but watch the poor girl, and she was positive she saw several trickles dribbling down her legs and a droplet or two landing on the gym floor just before she disappeared into the locker room ahead of everyone else.

Jesse and the rest of the girls entered the locker room soon after, and it sounded like someone had already turned on a shower. The sound of a heavy stream of liquid spraying onto the floor reverberated around the room, paired with soft, euphoric moans. Jesse’s eyes widened and her heart shot into her throat when she saw what was really the source of the sounds, and a fine layer of sweat began to coat her body. Amy had only made it to the first shower by the entrance, and it was there everyone in the class saw her releasing an incredible stream of piss down her crossed legs. Her back was turned away, but the vibrant and forceful waterfall gushing from her body left everyone in shock. Jesse’s eyes drank in the way the poor girl’s workout shorts clung to her ass, outlining every crevice, the multitude of streams cascading down her legs, the enormous puddle flooding the shower almost faster than it could rush down the drain. Most of all, Jesse hung onto Amy’s every single sigh and moan, sounds that caused an instinctive heat to rise up in her body from how closely they seemed to resonate with pleasure.

For several seconds the girls were spellbound by the shocking accident taking place, but soon the meaner girls began to laugh and taunt amy. The others quickly came out of the spell and went to change, either avoiding looking at Amy or muttering harsh remarks as they went by. Jesse found herself still entranced, openly staring at Amy’s butt as the spray began to die down, her eyes drinking in every trickle, every last stream draining from her body. She only came out of it when Amy turned around and her tear-streaked eyes met Jesse’s. Realizing she’d been gawking openly, her nipples erect and her body trembling with heat, she turned and quickly left, not bothering to change into day clothes.

For the rest of the day, the only image circling around in Jesse’s mind was Amy’s accident. She simply couldn’t fathom how Amy could let something like that happen to her. Why didn’t she just go and risk being late? Surely that would have been better than the display that happened. The more Jesse thought about it, the more Jesse obsessed over it. At the same time, having left the gym without changing, Jesse’s bladder filled to an almost painful level during her last class. It was gradual, but Jesse felt almost tortured by the last twenty minutes, her legs crossed as she squirmed non-stop in her desk. She was positive everyone knew what was going on, but even as her need to pee became agony, all she could think about was Amy’s uncontrollable piss.

As pressing as her need was, Jesse mostly didn’t show it aside from some squirming, foot-tapping, and crossed legs. But with fifteen minutes left, she suddenly felt an awful pressure in her midriff. Panicking, her hand shot between her legs. As she openly struggled to hold back her urge to piss she felt her fingers graze her clit, sending electrically-charged tingles through her body, and she realized all she wanted to do was wet herself desperately thinking about Amy. The danger, the sympathetic humiliation she’d felt from watching another girl wet herself, it was all turning her on and had been from the moment she’d become aware of Amy’s need to piss. Jesse couldn’t stop her face from reddening, or from touching herself subtly under the guise of desperation. She writhed helplessly at her desk for several minutes, nearly drowning in foreign sensations she didn’t know how to process. Amy’s accident played in her mind over and over, the image sharpening itself in her brain, enveloping her thoughts. She felt something inside her building, swelling, threatening to send her over the edge…

With a jolt, the bell signalling the end of class rang, shocking Jesse out of the spell. FUCK I can’t hold it anymore! She thought, panicked. She was afraid to remove her hand,it felt like the only thing keeping her bladder restrained, but somehow she forced herself, using every last bit of her weakening bladder muscles, to hobble from the classroom, her bag held in front her as she moved.

Her desperation seemed to skyrocket as soon as she saw the sign for the women’s bathroom. Panicking, she was forced to stop, overwhelmed with fullness, squirming visibly and helplessly. She bobbed in place, clenching herself, the slightest warm trickle forced through her grasp to wet her panties. The realization of what was about to happen to her made her clamp up enough to keep going until she burst through the restroom doors, on the verge of an accident.

What she saw made her heart stop. The stalls were full, and four other girls were in line ahead of her. At the head of the line, looking about as desperate as she had in gym class, was Amy, now standing cross-legged in jeans, her face flushed red. Once again their eyes met and the effect was instantaneous on Jesse. Crying out in horror, she backed out of the restroom, gasping and hunched over as she fought back waves of pressure. She was so close, so close to relief, but she knew she couldn’t bear waiting, not with her there.

But she really didn’t have any time left. Soon it wouldn’t matter where she was or who was watching, she wouldn’t be able to wait. She began to panik. She began to hobble down the hallway, red-faced, as quickly as she could. Shame lurched up inside her, but it was better than wetting herself.

Somehow Jesse made it home without wetting herself, but only by the skin of her teeth. Her bladder bulged through her tight nylon gym shorts, cradled by her muscular, straining thighs holding back the flood. She stumbled into the house, cursing to herself, her right hand wedged between her legs, and hobbled ackingly to the closest place where she would have some privacy: her room.

Jesse was under no impression she would have made it to the bathroom in time. As soon as she closed the door behind her, urine jetted between her fingers in one hot burst after another. The wetness shocked her, and she knotted her legs together, her fingers jammed uselessly into her crotch as her long-held urine flooded between them. For several seconds she fought the torrent forcing itself from her body, trickles running down her shaking legs, the cloth caught between her clenched ass cheeks soaking wet, a series of “No!”’s uttered in a panicked whisper. She took a couple of stumbling steps into the middle of the room looking for anything, anything that could save her, but it was useless. But despite her resistance, the relief began to wash over her, and soon she stood there almost entranced, mouth half-open, pissing full-force through her shorts. In the back of her mind, she was still panicking at the loud, undeniable pitter-patter as her urine splashed onto the hardwood floor and the puddle spreading around her feet, but the relief of finally emptying her bladder was overpowering. For a minute and a half Jesse wet herself, sighing and whimpering in euphoria, and it seemed like an eternity.

As the last trickles streamed down her trembling legs, Jesse surveyed the damage with dawning horror. The puddle covered most of her room and even ran underneath the crack of her door, into the hallway, soaking several of items from her not quite dirty laundry pile along the way. She couldn’t believe she had peed so much and waited so long just to flood her room. Jesse frantically cleaned up, praying no one would notice that she wasn’t coming out of her room or that there was pee in the hallway leading there. Luckily, no one called for her until dinner time, but she refused to come out.

Kinktober Day 3 | “See None, Hear None” - McSombra | Sensory Deprivation

McCree gets more than he expected when Sombra ties him to a chair, blindfolds him, and takes away his hearing.

Part 1 of a kinktober prompt commission for @mccreespree​! Today is Day 3: Sensory Deprivation. I really, really love this kink for all its little nuances and implications of trust. It was fun to explore McCree and Sombra doing something kinky as a couple who really care about each other. I hope you all like this as much as I do! 

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It’s dark. Dark and silent.

McCree can’t move. He’s bound to the chair he sits on, wrists to the back and ankles to the legs. If he didn’t know any better, he would have sworn he’d been kidnapped and was being held somewhere against his will. But no, he knows exactly where he is. He knows exactly who blindfolded him and put the noise-cancelling earphones on. Hell, she’s probably in the room right now, watching him squirm like the devil she is.

McCree tries to shift in his seat. It’s not uncomfortable - Sombra was very insistent about making sure he wouldn’t get sore - but he needs to move, to feel something, or the low, steady beating of his heart in his ears is gonna drive him crazy.  He had been dismissive of Sombra’s gentleness at the time, but he’s grateful for it now. He’s been sitting here for much longer than expected.

He still doesn’t know for sure if Sombra’s in the room now, let alone if she had been even an hour ago. “C’mon, baby,” he says, a little louder than usual. He can’t really hear himself. “You gonna keep me here all night?”

Predictably, there’s no response. Not one he can hear, anyway. After five minutes of nothing, McCree sighs and slumps in his seat, resigning himself to another two or three hours of the same.

But that isn’t what he gets.

A hand traces up his thigh, sending a shiver all throughout his body like little electric jolts shooting from within him. McCree had been expecting things to feel good, but he hadn’t expected them to be so intense. Sombra had barely even touched him.

“Shit.” McCree gasps as Sombra drags her hand further up, tracing along his pelvis and up to his stomach. Her fingers catch in his treasure trail, carding through it affectionately. McCree feels like he’s slowly being lit on fire.

“Babe,” he says, choking the words out. “Sombra, fuck, that feels--”

A hand covers his mouth. McCree snaps his lips shut, knowing that this is her way of telling him to be quiet. He’s pretty damn sure he’s not gonna get anywhere by fighting - not this time - so he settles down and does what she wants.

Apparently satisfied, Sombra lifts her hand away and replaces it with her lips. McCree groans into the kiss, lips tingling as Sombra massages them open. She makes no move to thrust her tongue into his mouth: she moves slowly and gently, almost inviting him in. McCree’s tongue pokes against her bottom lip, silently asking for permission. When Sombra doesn’t protest, McCree sighs into the kiss again and licks into her mouth. He can taste her coconut lip balm. It drives him wild.

Sombra breaks away first. McCree takes a deep breath, trying to ease how lightheaded he feels. He gets little reprieve, however; Sombra kisses a path from his mouth to his neck, each kiss feather-light and teasing on his skin, leaving him wanting more. He’s so sensitive he can feel her eyelashes dragging against his skin. They tickle. He squirms.

Sombra mouths something against his neck. She puts a firm hand on his thigh, pressing down to try and hold him in place. Is she trying to tell him to stop moving? McCree doesn’t know for sure, but he does anyway, settling back down against the chair. His chest heaves as Sombra continues to tease him, trailing her fingers up and down his sides. Her nails are long, but her touch is light enough that she doesn’t scratch him. Part of McCree is grateful for it. Part of him wants more.

McCree licks his lips. Sombra takes his face in both hands. He can feel her lean in close and mouth something against his lips. It’s hard to tell what she’s saying, but McCree can make a pretty good guess.

“Please,” he whispers, and that must be the magic word, because Sombra kisses him deeply and crawls on top of him. She straddles him, one knee on either side of McCree’s thighs, and reaches down between them with one hand. She brushes McCree’s cock with a knuckle, and McCree jolts into the contact, but Sombra doesn’t touch him yet. He can feel her wrist and hand moving, though.

She must be touching herself. McCree groans against Sombra’s lips. He feels a puff of breath against his skin - laughter, he’s sure.

She pulls her hand away and finally, finally wraps her fingers around his cock. They’re wet - he was right. McCree’s mouth falls open on a moan and he breaks free of Sombra’s lips, throwing his head back in pleasure. Sombra strokes him slowly, her grip firm but not nearly tight enough the get him off. McCree is almost completely hard now - he has been for a while - and he wonders if Sombra’s going to go all the way and let him inside her or if she's just going to jerk him off.

He isn’t sure he minds either way.

Sombra tightens her hold on him and starts stroking faster. McCree’s hips twitch and jerk in response, and although she tries to hold him in place at first, Sombra quickly realizes she’s fighting a losing battle, so she repositions herself just slightly so that now she’s sitting on his lap. Every one of McCree’s movements grinds against her crotch, and he can feel her hips roll to meet him. She’s soaking wet, too, getting her juices all over McCree’s leg. The cowboy grins, smug and high off how much Sombra's enjoying herself. “You’re really gettin’ off to this, ain’tcha?”

McCree doesn’t hear Sombra’s response, if there even is one. Instead, he feels her lift her hand away from his cock. It’s like a taut string has been cut when she does: McCree had been getting close, and now that there’s nothing pushing him faster and faster and toward the edge of orgasm, he goes slack, whining for more.

He gets that ‘more’ almost immediately. Sombra shifts in his lap again and presses herself against McCree’s chest. He can feel her breasts squishing against him as she moves. He longs to touch them. He aches to. But he can’t: he’s bound and blinded and deaf and entirely at her mercy.

She sinks onto him.

McCree moans out loud as Sombra takes him in, inch by inch. She moves deliberately slowly, dragging out McCree’s pleasure as long as she can. “F-fucking tease,” McCree grits out.

He can’t hear her, but the vibrations he can feel against his chest tell McCree Sombra must have laughed… or maybe spoken. He can hear it now: “Big talk for someone who can’t fight back,” maybe, or “I can stop any time, is that want you want?”

She takes him in just past the head and lifts her hips again. She’s off McCree almost completely now; he can just barely feel the tip of his cock nudging against Sombra’s labia. And she holds herself there, too, the damn minx, clearly waiting for something.

McCree groans. “I’m sorry,” he whines. “I’ll be good. Just please don’t leave me hangin’ anymore.”

He feels another puff of air against his cheek. Sombra slides back down onto him, quickly this time, taking him in all the way to the base in one smooth motion. It takes everything McCree has in him not to fuck up into the tight, wet heat of Sombra's pussy, but he manages to keep still so she can make the first move.

She does, but she starts off slowly, rocking her hips back and forth a few times just to adjust having McCree inside her. He’s not small by any definition if the word, and although Sombra is used to him by now, sometimes she just needs a moment to really get used to the stretch.

As she rocks her hips back and forth, she grinds down on McCree, somehow managing to take him in even deeper. Sombra pauses for a moment when he’s completely inside her, chest heaving as she catches her breath. She’s so tight around him now - she must have found a good position.

Her legs are tense by McCree’s sides. He smiles to himself; she’d never admit it, but Sombra must have wanted this just as much as he did. McCree wants to gloat so, so badly, but doesn’t dare, not with the risk that Sombra might stop again. And he’d promised to be good, besides.

She starts moving again, rolling her hips fluidly. Up and down, back and forth, riding McCree smoothly and easily as if she’d been doing it all her life. She feels amazing on him, clenching and unclenching with every movement. It’s usually so easy for McCree to lose himself in the steady rhythm of their lovemaking, but today, it’s totally different. Everything he feels is amplified tenfold. And since he can't see or hear her, McCree is hyper focused on Sombra, on every inch of smooth skin that slides against his own, of every fleck of moisture that leaks from her pussy; he clings to the feel of her around his cock as she grinds down on it, of her nails digging into his shoulders as she gets more and more tense, more and more tight.

Sombra bites into his neck. McCree cries out at the sudden shock of it sending waves of pleasure throughout his body. He bucks his hips, unable to keep still any longer, and he feels Sombra moan against him. She must like that. It encourages her to move faster, anyway, and soon she’s practically bouncing on his cock, each downward thrust more powerful than the last. Her movements are starting to get unsteady and erratic. She must be getting close.

“Fuck!” McCree bites his lip. He’s getting close too, but he doesn’t dare let himself go before Sombra. She’ll be pissed if he does. So he just has to hold out a little longer, just long enough for her to come. But she feels so good on him, and with nothing else to focus on but how fucking amazing Sombra is, how well she’s riding him, McCree doesn’t know if he can do it.

He somehow does manage to, but just barely. Sombra clamps down around McCree with one more downward thrust, and he whole body goes tense. A hot wet rush spurts out from between Sombra’s legs, and that does it: the sensation of wetness and knowing that Sombra made herself squirt just by riding him sends McCree careening off the edge. He comes half a second after Sombra, her spasming muscles coaxing him and pushing him through his orgasm.

He slumps against the chair when he’s finished, ears ringing and vision still black as before. Sombra is completely still against him but for the heaving of her chest and the continued twitching and spasming of her Kegel muscles. It's sticky and uncomfortable and perfect. McCree can't even imagine doing this with anyone else.

Eventually, Sombra peels herself off of McCree. She stands up and he slips out of her with a small groan. He's still oversensitive; even that little bit of sensation is enough to nearly set him off again.

Once she's up, Sombra finally removes his blindfold. It takes a moment for McCree to adjust to the light in the room, but when he does he's greeted with the beautiful sight of Sombra's smile. He smiles back, fond and happy and more in love than he’s ever been in his life.

She unites him gingerly. McCree flexes his wrists to get the blood flowing back into them; while he does, Sombra reaches out and delicately removes the headphones. McCree is immediately assaulted by the sounds of Sombra’s computer buzzing and the humming of the air conditioner in their apartment. He cringes and clamps his hands over his ears, trying to suppress the white noise for that brief moment it hurts him. It doesn't bother him for long, but Sombra strokes his hair and kisses his face to try to soothe and distract him anyway. It works.

“Son of a gun,” McCree says when he finally pulls his hands away from his ears. “Didn't think it'd hit that hard.”

“I had a feeling it might,” Sombra says. But she smirks and boops his nose, immediately dismissing the protest on McCree's tongue. “But it's nothing my big, strong cowboy can't handle, right?"

She winks at him, laughs, and strokes his face affectionately. The ruffling of his beard sends tingles through McCree’s body. He shivers and Sombra frowns. “Seriously, though. You okay?”

McCree nods, laughing breathlessly, and pulls her close. “Of course,” he says. He kisses her, slow and chaste, but he soon angles his head to try to deepen the kiss. Just as he does, Sombra pulls away with a laugh.

“Good,” she says. “‘Cause I'm not done with you yet.”

An unexpected heaven

Seven minutes in heaven fic woo! I finally wrote again!  Hope you like it ! 

After a night of partying, it was normal for the group of five friends to spend some time relaxing in one of their homes. Sometimes they changed it up, but often the home would be Tara's for she often took on an older sister role in the group. The other friends included Finn, Lia, David, and Krystal. Finn was a very extroverted and laid back figure. Lia was generally very social but also tended to be pretty secretive unbeknownst to the others. David tended to come across as rough but was actually a kind soul who tended to be pretty generous and lighthearted. Krystal was the wild card of the group and 9/10 times she's the reason the group gets drunk so often, like tonight. But something about loosening up after a wild night was just nice. 

They laid there, sprawled out on couches and the floor, staring at the ceiling. "Something to do?" Finn muttered. His light blue eyes were tired and his normally fluffy light brown hair almost looked sad. They were all exhausted, but still very much awake. "Nap." Offered Lia. She was already half asleep, her long black hair was a mess on the arm of the couch and one of her shoes was off. Tara sat up in her chair and thought, her silky dark brown hair catching the eye of Krystal, who brushed her purple hair out of her face to really look at her. "We could play a game?" Tara offered. David chuckled, brushing his dark hair behind his ear revealing a silver streak. "And how long before we argue about the rules in our state?"

Tara thought for a second and offered, "Well we could do something simple? Like a sleepover type of game. You guys are spending the night right?" "Oh for sure." David said with a nod. Krystal grinned "Seven minutes..." Tara snickered. "Seven minutes in heaven? Isn't that for preteens?" "Might be fun," she said with a smile. Tara shrugged "Well alright, but how will it work?" "We spin something, like a bottle and two of us would go into that bathroom and... Experiment." "I'm out!" Finn said with a laugh, getting up. "Oh no you don't," Tara scolded, grabbing his sleeve, "if we're going to be in on this so are you. Besides, you don't HAVE to kiss or anything but you should do something where you get to know the other a little bit better. And of course, don't do something unless the other person is down." "So if this is random, doesn't that mean we can also have boys with boys and girls with girls?" David asked. "Oh like you two haven't goofed around naked in the locker rooms!" Krystal teased with a snicker. "Besides I'm down for some action with Tara over here if I'm lucky." Tara gave a sly grin, remembering that Krystal would often eye up girls as well when they were out and had forgotten she was one of them. "Who knows... This might get fun." Lia muttered. "Alright let's spin that bottle by the couch," Tara said. David handed it to Krystal and they sat on the floor in a circle and spun. The pointer and end was on Lia and David. "Woah... Lucky~ David's kind of cute." Tara said with a smile. Lia looked shyly over at David as nervousness put a weird tenseness on both of their bodies. They got up and David held her hand and to walk with her to the bathroom. "Oh, one more rule, lights out." Tara said with a grin slamming the lights out before shutting the door on them. David reached out in the dark trying to feel for Lia and droned out a response to what he could figure out. An odd softness and then thread-like feelings. "Hair..." Hard flat surface. "Wall..." Lia giggled. Soft and round sensation, slightly firm in lower area. "That time you got my boob." Lia said with an awkward grin. "Agh... Sorry. I'm too drunk for this." "Let's just... Walk into each other slowly?" Lia offered with a giggle. "Yeah, ok." 

They walked forward until they awkwardly felt the others body against them. Lia had hugged David before but she never just leaned her whole body up on him. It was warm, and nice. His heartbeat was slow against her ears and was soft in her drunk haze. "So... Is this the part where I get flirty?" David gave a soft laugh "if you want it to." After a while of talking he started to back up from her. She craved that warm coziness and moved forward as he shuffled back. Hard flat surface on his back. Wall. Dammit. He started feeling around for a toilet, unbeknownst to her. "What are you doing? I'm putting bringing out my best A game here." Lia said teasingly. She pulled his hand back so that she knew he was facing her. "Do you want to opt out?" She asked softly. "No, I'm alright." "Come on, what's up?" "Well... To tell you the truth I have to piss... wicked bad." It was true, his bladder had been throbbing from the night’s drinks since he'd been lazily on the couch when they got to Tara's house. "Me too haha... dang..." She said with a chuckle and accidently brushed against his front when she spoke. She felt an odd shape from the crotch of his denim when she did so. "Oh-ho, was that a reaction?" She said with a smirk. He blushed and turned away muttering shyly, "'Don't know what you're talking about..." He quickly tried to think non-pervy thoughts, but it was hard when they were both under pressure. She giggled, not feeling any struggle in the situation, "this is fun!" "Maybe for you but I'm back to normal now and I really... Really gotta... Ugh what do I do? I... I still... I still want to... You know..." "So you were hard." He didn't answer. "Let's just take it all a step at a time? "I think I'd like that."

Krystal sat outside in the living room twirling the bottle randomly. "Hmm… Getting bored again." "What'd you expect?" Finn said with a smirk, "you can't just make a pair of lovebirds and expect things to go quick." "Lovebirds? Isn't that a stretch?" Tara asked with a doubting smile. Finn shook his head, "you'd be surprised at what being alone with someone for a long enough time can do with you."

Lia now was also reaching around for a toilet. She felt something cold and hard, sort of like glass. "Found it." "You're completely sure?" David said, starting to shift on his feet from the pressure. "I really don't want to piss in a random spot in her bathroom..." Lia laughed as she traced her fingers along the top, now feeling the flusher. “Yeah this is it, and I'm sitting on it now." "Aw come on I really gotta go!" David whined with a groan. "Oh hush I’m not stealing it! I didn't even pull my pants down yet." He sighed. "You can hold it right?" "I... I guess," David said with a wince in his voice. "Good. Sit in my lap." "What?” He giggled incredulously. “I'll crush you!" Lia smiled "you won't, trust me." He awkwardly squatted down so he could sit and straddle her lap. "I want to be a bit more lovey..." She murmured, blushing at what felt like part of his junk resting on her crotch along with his solid warm legs. She put his hand on his chest and felt his heart beat faster. "This is kind of weird..." David muttered nervously. "I can make it weirder..." Lia offered. "Do you want to pee right now?" She offered. “I…”  She grinned and pressed his bladder and in that moment when looked down he could make out a glassy sparkle in her hazel eyes as his lower body turned into desperate fiery warmth and adrenaline coursed through his veins as he writhed. "Hnng!! Yes! More... Fuck...!" He breathed heavily. "Let me get up and go...! But in the toilet, not in my pants..." "Why?" "Well I... I dunno..." He felt what seemed like her twirling a strand of her hair in her fingers. "We're drunk... So who cares?" He chuckled, starting to feel warmth spread through his face. "I've never uh... Peed my pants before..." He started to giggle some more. "Are you ready to?" Lia asked, he could hear her smiling. She gently pressed his bladder and then pushed her hand down hard. He tried to cry out but she clamped her hand over his mouth as hot urine violently shot out of him, filling his jeans and soaking an area of his crotch, the relief was incredible but he wasn't entirely prepared to fully let loose yet. He chuckled nervously "Oh two can play at that game," he said, jabbing his finger to her belt area. Instead of a pressured moan, what she gave sounded more like pleasure. "Nng… Mm! That's the spirit! I was only going to let you if I can join you." She said, pulling herself closer against him. The pressure and closeness got him frantic and he sputtered as signals screamed to his brain. "Of course! Just let me - agh! I can't hold it...! I'm gonna-!" He got interrupted by a groan of his own relief and he threw his head back. The urine jetted out of him quickly spreading to his thighs and splattering downwards into Lia's lap and then down into the toilet. It was so... So warm... He never expected it to feel that way. She giggled and started wetting herself too, loving the feeling of her panties filling and the warmth spreading to her ass as he peed himself on top of it all. He could hear her stream accompany his. "Woah... hah... are you peeing too?" "Mhm" she answered dreamily. He remembered what she looked like, her soft tan skin, hazel eyes and long black hair that curtained her shoulders and his heart raced even faster as his distraction stopped him from realizing he had already finished emptying his bladder. "I think I want... To kiss you..." She smiled, really basking in all the feelings, "Go for it" He leaned in and kissed her gently on the lips and she pressed in further against him, unknowingly grinding up a bit against his member and the pressure made him breathe out sharply and he firmly grasped her back. He wanted to get rougher, and closer. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. "Seven minutes is up, sluts! What are you even doing in there!" Finn yelled.   "Oh no... We peed our pants. Oh no... What if they come in?" Lia worried, tearing up. She felt David's smile against her lips. "They can't... I locked it." She gasped "It's against the rules to go over seven minutes!" "And wetting your pants isn't?" He purred in a low voice, gently poking her wet thigh. She giggled. “Come on let's shower ‘cause it's getting kind of cold." "What should we do about our clothes?" David asked, stumbling into the shower, the sound of wetness obvious as he moved. "Haha... Whoops…” She reached outward towards the sinks counter. “We should get a little bit of light in..." She felt around for a small light and plugged it in and finally got to look at him. He was pink-faced and the crotch and thighs of his pants were drenched. The light was only bright enough to draw out his features and it made his dark eyes look glassy. He had also already started undressing to her surprise, and he was shirtless. She decided to do so as well and removed her top, then her bra, and slid off her shorts as he slid off his jeans to show his drenched boxers. When they both were fully naked they just stared at each other waiting to find a way to speak. David drew a breath as he reached to start the faucet running. The splatter of water thundered as he spoke. "Hey... uh... Thanks for the time today... I was worried things would get weird but everything was kind of fun..." She blushed. "You don't think the pee thing is too weird?" His teeth shone white with his smile in the warm-colored darkness. "I meant cause... We're friends...” "Oh." She said, glancing down to her feet. He giggled, "You've got a pee fetish..." He teased in a singsong voice. "Time to drink more so we can forget this." She said exasperated, leaning her head on the shower wall. He smiled and then after a moment  started to look more serious. "Hey..." "Yeah?" She asked, giving him more of her attention. "Do you think you would mind... Getting a little weird now and then with me?" Both of them got nervous all over again before she could finally answer a timid “we can do that...” after their warm shower.

They'd never been the same since that night, and they never expected their heaven to go the way it did, but they wouldn't have it any other way.