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Daisy-26-she/her Omorashi Blog !MINORS DNI!

[daisylilyrose]

Hi!

I’m Daisy, and I’m a primarily omorashi-centered blog!

I am 26 years old and use she/her pronouns, and I am willing to talk to anyone!!

Notes: I’m queer, and am mostly attracted to women and non-binary people, only men on occasion. Also, I’m a domme; do not message me trying to control my bladder (but I will happily control yours!)

DNI: minors, ageless bios, empty blogs, nazis, terfs, homophobes, transphobes, racists

[squiirming]

guy who needs to piss sooo bad he’s been grabbing at himself and squeezing his dick, and now it’s half hard, stuck upright in his pants, sensitive head just under his waistband, and every time he squirms it feels like he’s dry humping, and he doesn’t even know anymore if he’s grinding in his pants because he needs to go or because he’s started getting off. is this anything

[raincloudholds]

His legs are twisting around themselves and his hips are wiggling back and forth in the seat across the table from yours at the cafe you chose for your date. It's noon on a weekday. One barista on staff. The only other customers are outside on the patio enjoying the sunshine while the two of you are inside, tucked into a dark booth at the back of the room, completely concealed from view. He's panting, but he's doing a good job at keeping quiet. Every once in a while his face betrays his agony and he buries it in his hands, muffling the strained moans he can't completely stifle.

He's held out well, you think. Two hours in public with a remote-control vibrator in his ass and he hasn't broken yet.

You drag your thumb smoothly up the face of your smartphone and the waves of vibration get more intense. He lets out a surprised "ngh-!" and claps one hand over his mouth while the other hand flies to his lap. 

"Baby, please--"

"Shh."

You tick the vibration up a notch for just a moment before dragging it alllll the way back down to a low, steady thrum. He gasps as the tension melts away and he collapses into the table, exhausted, fucked-out, edged. He closes his eyes, forcing tears to gather on his eyelashes.

Your own dick twitches at the sight. 

"I'm seriously gonna have an accident," he warns, voice low and strained. It's practically a groan. "I can't hold it much longer."

You both know what he means by "accident." You reach out to hold his hand, which he takes with gratitude and blows out a long breath, trying desperately to ground himself.

"Hold it. You're doing so well, you only have a little longer to go."

"I'm still so fucking close."

Shit. You try not to squirm in your own seat as you nudge his mostly-full, still-hot latte toward him. He doesn't even look, just shakes his head.

"I can't, I gotta focus--"

He draws in more long, trembling gasps and blows them out slowly. You stroke the back of his hand with your thumb. The two of you sit like that for a minute, alone in your quiet corner of the cafe, until he seems to regain control of his body. He wipes his face with a sweater paw, sits up, and takes a sip of his drink.

"Gooood job." 

He gives you a teary, pleading look and speaks with a whine so tiny you can hardly hear what he's saying. "I can't take it anymore."

"You can do it. Just a little longer."

You can tell he disagrees, but what can he do? 

The two of you get to talking about your individual and mutual plans for the weekend; the chores that need doing, the books you're planning to read, the meals you want to share. You wait until you're both finished with your coffee and he's distracted talking about a project to open the app again and push the vibrator back to full power. You catch him mid-sentence. It's so cute, the way his breath hitches. He stammers through the rest of his thought as quickly as he can and clamps his mouth shut. 

You pulse the vibrator up and down, up and down, and his back arches, pressing his ass down into the vinyl cushion of the booth seat like he's hungry for more. He rides the sensation in silence for a minute before his expression changes. You know the look intimately; he's about to cum. You turn the vibrator off but you know you pushed it too far.

"Baby. Now. Now." He's panicked.

You move to stand, to take him to the bathroom, but it's too late.

"I'm g-- I'm--"

He's a good boy and white-knuckles the edge of the table with both hands as he cums untouched. He trembles, bites his lip, and gasps as he looks down helplessly at his lap, watching his hips grind into the seat and his legs twist harder in attempt to give him the friction he needs as his load releases into his boxer briefs, one agonizing spurt at a time. When it's finished, he stills, gaze fixed on his lap.

Oh, the poor thing. You almost give him your sympathy, almost apologize, but god, it's all too hot. You can't help yourself. You decide to push it just a step further.

"What happened, baby?"

His chest heaves and all at once he folds his arms on the table, lets his head in fall into them, and cries.

You move to his side, both so you can comfort him and so you can hide him from view in case anyone walks by. You check over your shoulder to confirm: the barista is busy washing dishes with her back turned to the whole cafe. There's no one else here. No one could possibly see either of you unless they walked all the way to the back of the room, and behind your frame no one would see him or what the two of you were doing until you moved out of the way. It's completely safe. There's no doubt in your mind.

You stroke your boy's back with your fingernails and assess the damage. The wet spot on his jeans is sizable, visible, undeniable. And his cock is still rock-hard and twitching. The ruin provided no relief. 

He's sweating. Heat radiates from him like a furnace.

"What happened, baby?" You whisper.

"I ha-had an accident..."

You coo and pull him to rest his head on your shoulder. "It's okay," you reassure. "You're doing so well. You're so perfect."

"How am I-- how am I-- how are--"

"Shh. Don't worry about that now. Just keep being good for me." It's all you can do to keep yourself from bending him over right here and now, but you manage to contain yourself. Instead, you gently stroke his cock through his pants, and he's immediately moaning a stream of barely-audible begging into your ear. 

"I need it. I need it. Baby please, please, please I need to cum, please--"

"Fuck," you groan, and take one of his hands to guide it to your own crotch. He gets the message and paws at it. 

"Oh god, baby, ohhh god--"

Fuck, he's so desperate. 

Fuck, it's making you desperate.

"Listen." You grit your teeth and speak in a murmur. "I'm gonna take my jacket off and you're-- fuck-- nnh you're gonna put it on, okay? It's long enough to cover your accident. You'll be quiet and wear it just-- hh-- long enough to get back to the car and then you can take it off and be as loud as you fucking want all the way home." 

You grab his thigh, hard, and pull away to look into his eyes. "And then I'm gonna pin you down and make you fucking cum, you hear me?"

"Uh-huh. Uh-huh."

"Let's go."

You both straighten yourselves up and in no time you're a perfectly innocent-looking couple with dirty dishes to drop into the bus bin on your way out of the cafe. The door rings as you open it.

"Thanks for coming in!" The barista calls over her shoulder.

"Later!" You hurry your boy out the door. 

He looks adorable swimming in your jacket. He walks ahead of you, giving you a moment to pull out your phone and tap around on the screen without him knowing. His knees buckle slightly as the vibrator switches back on and his legs cross as he turns to shoot you a look, but you're right there in an instant, turning his shoulder and marching him urgently forward, then opening the passenger door for him and guiding him to sit. His head is thrown back and his eyes are glazed over by the time you have the car started.

"Drive, fuck, get us home," he pants, broken moans finally loud enough to fill the car. 

"I don't care how close you get or how many times you cum, you sit on your hands until we're home. Now."

He obeys. "Drive. Dr-- oh fuck, drive! Aah--!"

And for the whole drive home, you keep one hand on the steering wheel and one hand on the smartphone in your lap, tracing random shapes on the screen and listening to your boy as you wrench beautiful noises from him with every curve.

[leaky-bunny]

a recent omo fantasy that won't leave my head, college house party edition!

the location is the shared house of some of my friends, and i've spent the evening talking and giggling with the girl i have feelings for as she downs drink after drink. it's not long before she's complaining about needing to pee but not wanting to break the seal yet. i shrug, putting on my best "who cares?" face and tell her to just go. this makes her get pouty, and she insists she doesn't want to be running to the bathroom over and over again for rest of the night, so she'll hold it as long as possible before going.

time passes, and her movements get more and more squirmy as the conversation continues. she's huffing and twisting her long legs together and it takes everything in me not to outright stare. eventually, she lets out a slurred whine and says "m sooo full, but i don' wanna stop talking to youuu~" i, again, suggest she goes to the bathroom, but she frowns before clumsily climbing into my lap and slotting my thigh between her own. i just sit there, stunned for a moment, before she demands i continue talking to her while she keeps holding. the alcohol mushes my brain as i start telling a completely random story, much more focused on the fact that there is a hot, desperate girl in my lap who is actively rubbing slightly against my thigh. she hums along in acknowledgment for a while before resting her head on my shoulder, mouth just inches away from my ear as i hear the shifting of weight pull a small whimper out of her. i stop rambling at this point and just gently rub her back, thankful that the party has settled on a rambunctious game of jack box and is not paying us any attention.

and then i feel it: a little gush of warmth. the girl gasps and tries to squeeze her legs together, but that only presses my thigh further into her core as she squirms and pants. "i need-- i need to go now i think" she says before stumbling back off of my lap. i almost pull her back down, beg her to let me slip my fingers down the front of her damp panties and wring every last drop out of her, but i don't. instead, i watch her hobble away to the bathroom with a sheepish smile and a wet spot on the front of her jeans.

[hunbunbunnie]

uh uh uh shy reserved guy with a tiny dick, an omo kink and the world's highest libido casually putting off going to the bathroom because the urgency and subsequent relief gets him off. accidentally riling himself up by skipping a piss or two during work or class or something and finding himself way too full and hard as rock while out in public. poor guy is flustered and red in the face as he tries to resist squirming or grabbing at himself. he's imagining what it'd feel like to grind on every surface he passes, unsure if he's more desperate for pressure or pleasure. he can only speak in little whines, whimpers and shaky exhales. maybe he finds a bathroom and the relief from finally peeing almost drives him to orgasm. almost. now he has to get home before he cums untouched in his pants. would be such a shame if he got interrupted by a roommate or a friend or something before he could get into his room and hump the nearest pillow. is this anything?

[capissbara]

something i love in omo is denial of the need to pee, but what about denial of the need to cum? what about someone getting teased though their pants, their bulge visibly throbbing and leaking precum, their breath hitching, but when asked if something is wrong or if they need anything they deny and deny and deny? or someone with their hands tied and forced to watch porn, flushed, their thighs rubbing against each other, hips that can't keep still for more than a few seconds, insisting that they're fine, they're not even that aroused, they can hold it in? knowing how long someone hasn't cum for and getting off in front of them, seeing their eyes go glassy and their mouth drooling, but they won't admit how much they need that for themselves, or how close to losing it the sight alone is making them? hearing them breathily repeat that they don't need to cum, they don't they're not gonna cum! they're not gonna, they're not gonna, they- they're not cumming, it's not happening!-- as you're watching them twitching in their boxers, bucking ther hips, arching their back, sucking in a breath, going stiff, rolling their eyes - all the telltale signs they're tipping over the edge and there's no going back, their body betraying them despite their pleas and wishful thinking. orgasms that are accidents.

[squiirming]

omo thought that’s been living rent free in my mind is a guy doing something at a desk and getting increasingly desperate but not allowing himself to tale a break before he’s finished whatever he’s working on. until he’s just desperately shifting in his seat, crossing his legs tights and grabbing himself as he struggles to focus on the task at hand. and it turns him on. the pressure in his lower belly feels so good, his cock is being squeezed between his legs every time he crosses and uncrosses them, every time he grabs himself he feels himself slowly growing hard despite his best efforts to push all urges down. he stops using his hands to hold because he desperately wants to stroke his cock now, but he’s still so desperate to piss he ends up just humping his pants to get any pressure on his dick to help hold back the flow. and his pants are growing tighter as he gets harder and that also feels so so so good. he muffles groans and moans into his hand as he tries to focus back on his work, but the second he focuses enough to read a single line of text he nearly loses control for a second and has to shove a hand between his legs and breath really hard. a few drops escape him, it doesn’t show though his pants yet but he can feel the texture of his underwear that clings closer to him now. rubbing against the head of his twitching dick. he fights though the urge and tries to read again, only to fully leak this time. it lasts a second but there’s now a wet patch showing. dizzy with need and incapable of thinking straight he continues like this for a little while, painstakingly doing tiny amounts of work while he shifts and moves in his chair, alternating between closing his legs tights and humping the air and fanning his legs. continuously leaking drops that turn into spurts until he can’t even pretend to be working and is just thrusting forward into the air as his sensitive twitching dick leaks pee and pre-cum all over the tented front of his pants, slowly losing control over his body and his mind to pleasure. he grips the desk tight and barely bites back a moan as he feels himself approaching the brink of control. his pace intensifies, his breathing gets erratic, spurts get longer until the chair is wet and there’s no denying he’s pissing himself, yet he still holds on because it feels so good. he’s seconds away from fully losing it, every leak is a little longer and feels so good, he feels the wave coming, the next urge that his exhausted muscles won’t be able to hold back.. and then it doesn’t. it doesn’t come out. instead a mind blowing orgasm hits him. he’s left gasping and shaking, fully dry humping his tight pants as he cums hands free inside them. it feels so fucking good he doesn’t even reach down to stroke himself through it, he just lets it wash over him , until his desperate thrusts feel overwhelming and the over sensitive head of his cock rubbing against the front of his wet, sticky pants makes me whine in overstimulation. immediately the urge to piss comes back ten times as strong and this time he really can’t hold it. he tries to, still reeling from his orgasm and brain fuzzy with pleasure m, but his exhausted body doesn’t last a minute before he’s losing it. a loud hissing sound hits the same spot cum stained his pants seconds ago. the relief itself feels orgasmic, his spent cock desperately twitching with each spurt, still half hard. aftershocks run through his body until he’s fully empty, which does take a minute because his exhausted muscles still try to lock up after having just cum despite not being strong enough to hold back anything. by the time the last drop leaves him, he’s back somewhere between shaking with relief and turned on beyond comprehension . he undoes his belt and pulls out his wet half hard cock with shaky hands. he furiously jerks off for less than ten strokes before a last spurt of pee escapes him and the sensation sends him over the edge again. he cums hard for second him all over himself and the floor this time.

as he lays his forehead against the desk in front of him to catch his breath he vaguely remembers he was meant to finish something work related.

[leaky-bunny]

here's a treat for today: me squirming in my dorm, slightly sick and not wanting to get up. the bathroom's just sooooo far away, i can hold it a little while longer~

(ignore my squeaky ass chair in the background)

[leaky-bunny]

omorashi choose your own adventure story!!

hey everyone, i am excited to say that my self-written omo interactive story is finally complete! this has taken me a lot of time, and i made sure to add as much detail as possible to all the different paths. there are 10 different endings and a tangled web of story possibilities. the character's gender is not specified, however they do have a vagina and wear a skirt, but anyone is free to play regardless of genitalia!

i would really really appreciate it if you guys would give it a play and reblog telling me which ending you got/liked the best! i am always open to feedback and can edit as needed, so tell me all of your thoughts. :))

have fun with my filthy creation! ;)

[leaky-bunny]

omo tropes i absolutely adore:

humping to help hold. watching someone wiggle and whimper and moan while rubbing against their hand or a pillow (or my fav: a partner's leg) is enough to make anyone's mouth water. when someone is so close to an accident that they have to distract themselves with the enticing friction of something pressing on their parts? delicious.

peeing in bottles. for dick owners, they have to try and aim their twitching cock into the hole while drops leak out of the tip. for pussys, they have to line up their pee hole with the bottle's opening, oftentimes making a mess because the piss just sprays out too aggressively. either way, it's just sooo *chefs kiss*

physically holding the pee hole shut. this is something i've tried a couple times myself and let me tell you, it's a truly magical thing. with a finger firmly pressed against someone's pee hole, you essentially cut off their option of relief completely. no matter how hard they squirm and relax and even push, nothing can come out. they're forced to sit with the maddening feeling of fullness until eventually the finger is removed and all the piss comes gushing out of them in a torrent.

begging. probably a basic answer but i don't care, i'm a whore for dirty talk. phrases like "i can't hold it much longer" or "i feel so full" or even just "please let me pee" is enough to make me instantly slick. bonus points if there's a term of authority in there like mistress or sir.

peeing outside, especially in the woods. there's something so electrifying about squatting down behind a bush or watching a stream splatter against a tree trunk or make a puddle in the dirt, especially if someone is at their absolute limit and has to find a spot for a last resort.

having to stop mid way through peeing. imagine finally, finally getting the release you crave and then all of a sudden having to shut it off. the shiver you get, the way your pee hole convulses, your bladder aching with all that liquid still trapped inside. my favorite scenarios of this include: being stumbled upon while peeing outside, someone physically pulling a character away from the toilet, a dom stopping a sub's stream just to be mean, and even the classic "i'll just pee a little to relive some pressure."

being tied up while desperate. one time i read this fic about a girl being strapped to a chair and pressed for information by this guy who kept giving her water as "mercy" since she'd been there a while. her bladder started filling and soon she was desperate and he used that to his advantage, pressing on her bulge and teasing her until she broke and told him everything in exchange for access to the bathroom. i can't remember how it ended and god i wish i could find that again, because the idea of being restrained and not even able to squirm is delicious.

the iconic pee dance. i mean come on, what's not to love? when someone's resolve finally crumbles enough for them to abandon all sense of dignity, you know they're truly at their breaking point. seeing the full package is truly a treat; i'm talking hands shoved between thighs, feet prancing back and forth, knees bending up and down, body hunched over at the waist, face scrunched in concentration, the whole ordeal. it's the sexiest sight imaginable, especially if that dance suddenly stills and a flood follows soon after.

[leaky-bunny]

imagine playing with my cute little pussy while i read my boring textbook out loud for homework. of course, you'd want me to stay hydrated, so you feed me bottle after bottle of water until i'm squirming around at my desk from both your fingers and the growing need inside me. every time i stumble over my words in the text, you edge me before making me start allllll over as you massage my poor aching bladder bulge.

no cumming or peeing until i finish the reading assignment, of course! after all, education is very important. ;)

[squiirming]

I’m crazy about girls who hump pillows or blankets or their chair or table corners or anything really when they need to pee

[squiirming]

also crazy about when this turns them on and the attempt to endure desperation turns into dry humping and whimpering, till they feel so good they forget or don’t want to get up when they really really should

[kysluts]

really really need to watch a pretty boy humping a pillow desperately while he’s whimpering my name. face flushed from embarrassment, so needy and pathetic, arched up and pretty, thrusts starting out slow and shy before they become frantic and messy, leaking all over the pillow, whining because it’s not me, eyes tearing up while he chases his release, begging me to stop being mean and touch hum.

[captainnana11]

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[pinksomovember]

Day 1 - In A Car [ao3]

Ivy rocked on her heel folded under her.

“I’m going to piss myself,” she said, a slight whine bleeding into her otherwise joking tone.

Nora didn’t respond. Ivy had been complaining on-and-off for the past hour, with increasing frequency, and had started shortly after a stop that had a bathroom.

“I seriously don’t think I’ve ever had to pee this bad in my life,” Ivy continued. “It’s starting to hurt.”

“You could’ve gone at the gas station,” Nora said.

Ivy didn’t appreciate the condescending scolding. She felt like a water balloon that was still attached to the hose, bulging more and more with every second, with only a matter of time before it went pop. Her only outlet was to fidget, simultaneously squeezing her thighs together and rocking back and forth onto her foot so it pressed up against her pussy. In combination with the seam of her jean shorts digging up against her—working its way into a wedgie—her urethra had plenty of pressure to help it stay closed. That was only going to work for so long, though.

“You didn’t see the bathrooms,” Ivy argued. They’d been disgusting—shit on the back of the seat, a truly foul smelling liquid seeping along the corners of the floor, and flies everywhere. Not to mention how every surface was covered in stains and dried flecks of who-knows-what. If it had been cleaned in the past month Ivy would eat one of her socks.

She’d had to pee, decently bad, when they had stopped there. But under no circumstances would Ivy use that bathroom. Except for maybe (just maybe) right now.

She thought she’d be able to hold it. They were only a few hours out from their destination and she could always get Nora to stop at a rest stop or a gas station if it really got bad. Ivy, however, hadn’t realized that they were about to exit fucking civilization. There had been nothing for the past fifty miles other than cattle and the occasional cornfield!

“If you weren’t chugging those iced teas-”

“I’ve stopped!”

Ivy might’ve also forgotten to factor in how much liquid had still been moving its way through her system, too. It was a habit for her to sip at sugary drinks when she was bored.

A wave of desperation so strong that Ivy dug her nails into her thighs swept through her.

“Ohhh my god,” she moaned. “I can’t do this. Jesus fucking Christ.”

There was so much pee inside her right now her bladder was visibly pushing up against her skin, firm and tight and aching between her hips. She had given up on the seatbelt, and the button of her shorts, well over fifteen minutes ago. Ivy kind of wanted to cry.

Nora softened. “You going to be alright, babe?”

“I don’t know. Yes, probably. Maybe.”

“I can always pull over,” she offered. “You’d have to piss on the side of the road, though.”

Ivy shook her head adamantly. “No, there’s way too much traffic.”

They fell into silence for a few minutes, aside from the staticy music of one of the few radio station’s Nora’s truck was picking up and the occasional curse from Ivy.

“Are you enjoying it, at least? At least a little?” Nora asked, breaking the quiet.

“What?” Ivy practically panted. Her breathing was rough as she tried to huff and puff her way through the worst of the desperation.

“Just.” Nora seemed a bit embarrassed, keeping her eyes completely glued to the road. “You’re…y’know. Piss thing.”

“It’s not a piss thing,” Ivy hissed, mortified. Even though it was, at least partially, a piss thing.

It wasn’t her fault that having a full bladder turned her on. From what Ivy understood, it was just simple biology! The fuller that most women’s bladder’s get, the more it puts pressure on all the internal pleasure hotspots. A little like cockwarming a moderately small toy, just without any form of firmness that a foreign object would feel like. It felt good in a slow building, passive sort of way.

Getting off with all that weight in her lower belly also felt good. A little bit of extra flare to a still otherwise damn good orgasm. 

But she wouldn’t say she was into piss. The idea of the smell and the mess alone was enough to turn her off to it. Holding it on occasion until it was just starting to edge into too much was plenty enough for her.

Although, she had to admit, she wasn’t exactly turned off to it right now.

Each tight squeeze of her thighs stimulated her a little bit. Every rock back pressed the bone of her heel into the squelching slickness of her pussy, which was absolutely soaking her panties despite knowing damn well that she hadn’t leaked a single drop of pee yet. And with all that movement, the seam of her shorts was pulled tight against her unmistakably hard clit.

“Well, are you?” Nora asked.

“I-” Ivy stopped herself. Her face was burning. “Yeah, maybe. So what, I still have to pee more than I have to—or whatever, want to—get off.”

Nora stole a side glance at Ivy. Something dark, heedy, interested came over her expression as she drank in how Ivy looked.

Ivy sacrificed one of her hands clawing into her thigh as a grounding method to cover her face. This was embarrassing enough as it was without having to talk about her kinks. Even if Nora seemed to be getting into it.

“Oh my god, ohmygodohmygodohmygod,” Ivy chanted, forgetting her embarrassment entirely. The wave of desperation felt incredibly, suddenly like a physical wave. She could feel it surging against the sphincter muscles of her urethra. 

She wiggled her hips side to side to try and fight through it. The movement caused her shorts, already so tight against her cunt, to shift. Her clit was trapped between the seam and her pubic bone, but couldn’t stay in place with this new movement. The seam fucking stroked her aching clit, slipping to the side before grinding right back over it with the next sway of her hips.

“Hu-uhn,” Ivy couldn’t help but moan. “Uh, uh, uh!”

“Fuck,” Nora cursed, breathless.

Ivy couldn’t process the difference between her desperation for relief and her sudden, surging need to cum. Everything was much too much and not enough at the same time. 

“Fuckfuckfuck. Jesus Christ. Uhaha.” Ivy sobbed a couple times. It was part laugh and part horniness and part overwhelmed. She couldn’t believe this was happening. It felt like an out-of-body event while also being the most physically animal experience she had ever had.

“God. You feeling good, baby?” Nora asked. 

“Y-y-yes!” Ivy wailed. “It’s- fuck, it’s so good. I’m so wet. Shit, I’m so- I’ve gotta piss so bad.”

Nora took her right hand off the wheel to grab Ivy’s leg. Her other hand held onto the wheel so tight her knuckles were turning white. There was something wild about her. Something that, if she didn’t have to focus so much of her attention on the road, might’ve swept her up in the same way Ivy’s desperation was.

“You gonna play with yourself, baby?” Nora asked. “Gonna play with your clit while you piss yourself?”

“Don’t- don’t wanna piss myself,” Ivy whined. Nevertheless, she did as Nora suggested and grabbed tight between her legs. Her shorts were too tight and were getting in the way of actually being able to touch herself effectively, but the pressure helped reel in her bladder’s demands a little bit.

“Ives, baby, there’s no bathrooms for miles yet.”

A reedy noise broke in Ivy’s throat.

“I know, I know,” Nora said, hand squeezing at Ivy’s thigh. “I’m sorry, baby.”

“This is so fucking embarassing,” Ivy managed, laughing incredulously. “I’m seriously gonna wet myself. Fuck.”

“I don’t care. Fuck, baby, looking like that…I’d let you ruin anything.”

“Hm?” Ivy hummed. Her whole cunt was pulsing, vagina and pussy lips and clit. She was so wet she wouldn’t even be surprised if a spot was showing up on her shorts, soaked straight through her panties. Her body was building up to something—so high up she was almost afraid of it—unsure if it would be the dams breaking involuntarily or an orgasm so intense it would be the best she’d ever had.

“You look so fucking good, Ives,” Nora rasped. “I could eat you alive.”

“I…” Ivy wavered. She didn’t know what she wanted to say. 

“It’s okay,” Nora said. “It’s gonna happen either way, isn’t it? Unless you changed your mind about the side of the road?”

They were on a two-laned highway, a couple of cars in either direction always in sight. Stopping would mean even more cars, as the ones behind them passed them by. 

“No, absolutely not. It’d end up on the- on the fucking Internet or something.”

Nora massaged her thumb against Ivy’s skin. “Then I’m sorry, baby, but you’re gonna have to piss yourself.”

“’S bullshit,” Ivy mumbled. Tears were pricking up in her eyes. The side-to-side wiggling was simultaneously not doing enough to help her hold it and doing a frustratingly inconsistent too-much-not-enough to get her off. She resorted back to rocking, with no sign of pausing the mounting something that was steadily creeping up on her.

“We’ve got a ton of clothes in the back,” Nora soothed. “And towels, and baby wipes, and our rental is pretty far from any neighbors so nobody’ll see you walking in your wet clothes. And it won’t take too much to clean the truck, and I don’t mind cleaning it up, okay?”

“But-”

“It’s not a big deal,” Nora insisted, a bit of firmness edging in. “Understand?”

Ivy nodded tightly. She did understand, even if she could barely think. 

“Now, since it’s gonna happen anyways, you want to make yourself feel good?”

“Already am,” Ivy said. “Might, fuck, I don’t know. Might cum.”

“Just like that?”

“May- uhn- maybe.”

“Fuck.” She sounded reverent. “You wanna touch yourself, baby? Wanna stick your fingers down your shorts?”

Ivy nodded, frantic. She was so close, to coming, to pissing, to doing both. She just couldn’t quite get there.

Her fingers felt fucking heavenly. Her pussy was a mess of sticky slick, audibly squishing as she pushed her hand beneath the waistband of her panties and into the lips of her pussy. Just brushing against her clit was enough to cause her to shout out, trembling at the sudden stimulation of sensitive nerves.

“Just like that, baby. Fuck, look at you. It feels good?”

“Yes! Fuck, ohmygod. Hnnnuh.”

Ivy’s fingers were clumsy, sitting up and trapped in her shorts and obstructed by the clamping of her thighs. But God, it didn’t even matter. She grinded her cunt on her heel and the drag of the cotton and denim against her pussy made everything all the better and her fingers fumbling over her clit was dragging her up up up.

“Keep playing with your clit, baby. Just like that, yeah. Just how you like it.”

“Gonna- fuck!”

“You gonna cum, Ives?”

“Wanna,” Ivy cried. “So- fuck, please, please. Wanna…I’m so…”

“Or are you gonna piss?”

“Fuck!” Ivy wailed. Her pleasure crested, sharp and violent and hard enough that her whole body shook. She threw her head back into the seat, practically seizing. She barely recognized the sounds she was making as something coming from her mouth, unfamiliar from any other she’d made before.

“Oh my god,” Nora was saying, somewhere in the distance. “Fuck, baby. Fuck.”

Ivy was still shaking, still somewhere high up. 

“Need’ta piss,” she slurred. “Need’ta…uhn, I need’ta…”

Nora said something. Ivy registered only that it was meant to be encouraging.

“Uh, uhn, ohhhhhh fuck. Oh-”

Ivy’s fingers were still against her cunt, and she felt the first hot trickle of piss against them. It wasn’t enough, though, not even registering as relief. The sensation of liquid leaving her bladder, however, passing through her weakening sphincter and soaking into her shorts, bordered into the same amount of pleasure as playing with her clit usually was.

So soon after her orgasm, she felt overstimulated. There was still way too much pressure and it was taking a strenuous amount of concentration to keep even the tiny stream going and everything still felt so fucking good.

“Nnn…Nora,” Ivy sobbed. “I can’t-”

“Relax, Ives, relax. It’s okay, you can do it.”

“Can’t-”

Nora let go of Ivy’s thigh and instead tucked her hand beneath Ivy’s wrist of the hand still down her shorts to place her palm against her belly. “I’m gonna push down a bit, okay? Just relax.”

Ivy hiccuped, but nodded. She was still managing a thin stream of piss, seeping into the seat of her shorts and just barely beginning to form a puddle under her butt, but her bladder was screaming at her.

Nora pushed down and Ivy squirmed violently. The pressure was so much more but it wasn’t doing anything but hurting. She had to piss so bad and she couldn’t and inexplicably she felt like she could cum again just like this but not quite. And then her urethra gave way.

“Ohmy god,” Ivy choked. The piss flooded out of her.

It didn’t even feel like she was sitting in the passenger seat of her girlfriend’s car, her entire bottom was so suddenly drenched. She might as well have been sitting in the tub in a few inches of bathwater. Hot, very slightly piss-scented, bathwater.

It was euphoric. She might’ve been cumming again, for all the pleasure searing through her as her release hissed through her panties and pooled on the fabric seat faster than it could soak it up. She genuinely couldn’t tell.

The stream was hot and steady against her fingers as it sprayed out of her. Absently, she petted along her inner labia. 

“Shit,” Nora said, like she was in awe. “Shit.”

The stream started to peter out, in fits and bursts. Just when Ivy thought it was over another gush would start up, each one a little weaker than the last.

There was a dull drip, drip, drip as the puddle on the seat dripped onto the floorboards.

Nora’s eyes darted between the road and Ivy, with a desperate sort of want. “Oh my god, Ives. That was…”

“I think I’m still going,” Ivy said. She felt a little fuzzy around the edges, numb in the very tips of her fingers and toes and slightly cross eyed. Fucked out.

“Fuck,” Nora whispered, enthralled.

 The final dredges of her bladder’s contents were still dribbling out of her, like her urethra couldn’t quite figure out how to close back up. Ivy tried to force it a bit, by clenching up, but all that caused was a violent shiver to rush up her spine and a soft little gasp.

Finally, finally, Ivy felt herself stop peeing.

“Mmmm,” she hummed, satisfied and spent and high on sex. 

“You okay?” Nora asked. Her hand was back to Ivy’s thigh, mindless of the piss starting to cool on her skin.

“Yeah,” Ivy sighed, sleepy and pliant. “M’great. Maybe, uh, in a bit you could get a towel outta the back?”

“Yeah,” Nora agreed. “’Course, baby.”

[hyenagirlpenis]

Vividly imagining someone finishing in their pants despite trying so hard not to and I'm sighing and kicking my feet. Making fun of them and laughing at them once I realize they're really doing it. Enjoying their pathetic twitches and jolts as they try not to enjoy it too much because it's so humiliating but they just can't resist the unwanted pleasure SIIIIIGH

[hyenagirlpenis]

The way they freeze up and start to stutter with their thighs and core all taut as it hits them!!! Their lap getting wet and throbbing and they're desperate for more stimulation but way too embarrassed and ashamed to even imagine touching themselves for it. All right I'm front of me for my viewing pleasure. Maybe I get my phone out to record it 🥴

[pissbuddysrevived]

ok but someone needing to pee so bad they start getting themselves off to help hold and they end up getting so needy that they forget they need to pee and they let themselves cum

or theyre with their partner and the partner finishes them off to completion ignoring their partners warnings

either way when they cum their body relaxes too much and they start pissing