You and Frank have been seeing each other for a little while now. After a particularly long show, the last one of the tour, he’s desperate to piss, not realizing how much water he had been drinking on stage. When you both get home, he heads straight for the bathroom. But you stop him — you have other plans for him…
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warnings/content: dom!reader x sub!frank, smut, piss, omo/omorashi, piss desperation, desperation wetting, straight sex, unprotected sex
a/n: this is my first smut and my first 'x reader' fic but if it sucks blame the professor who's class i wrote this in
It’s just about two in the morning when you both finally get home. Last show of the tour, and it happened to only be an hour away from the home you both share together. Thus, you got to go home right after the last show. You finally got to sleep in your own bed again, Frank by your side, holding each other close.
When you guys were driving home, it seemed like the drive would never end. From the venue until the driveway you felt like you were about to fall asleep at the wheel. But, of course, when you finally get in the house, a sudden burst of energy seems to hit you.
Frank had been complaining that he had to pee the entire ride. You offered to stop, but traffic was finally disappearing, and he didn’t want to risk getting stuck in another stand still line of cars. You could see him bouncing his leg the whole drive, unable to sit still from the desperation.
And you couldn’t lie, it was kind of a turn on.
When you finally get in the front door, he drops his bags behind you and kicks off his shows, moving to go around you and run to the bathroom. But, nearly involuntarily, you quickly reach out and grab his arm. He stops in his tracks and gives you a confused look.
“Babe, I really gotta go.” He gives a sort of pouty face.
“I know I know…” You tell him, unsure if you should contain your urges. But, ultimately, you pull him towards you. “Not yet.”
He tilts his head. “Not yet?”
“I think you can hold on a little longer…” You smile. “You’re a big boy, you can take it.”
“Y/N, I really don’t think I can.” He pleads, squeezing his legs together.
You walk closer to him, simultaneously pulling his arm closer to you. Before he can even register what’s happening, you grab his crotch, giving a light squeeze. You see his lip get sucked under his teeth and his breath hitching, unsure if it’s from desperation to pee or from the sweet sensation of his beautiful girlfriend touching him down there.
“What are you doing?” He asks, a cute sort of innocence and maybe even slight panic in his eyes.
“It’s just…” You bite your lip. “It’s kind of hot. Watching you squirm. So desperate for relief.”
“Oh…” His lips turn up to a smirk. “Well… I mean, I’m gonna piss myself in a minute, Y/N.”
“So?” You tell him.
“So?” He recites.
“Come on, Frank. You can hold it.” You say, seduction seeping from your lips.
You can see him starting to melt, his dick still in your hands starting to harden just a bit. You can feel your own lower region getting excited. Clenching your pussy, you take his hand and lead him to the bedroom.
He’s still mostly in his show clothes, only changing his shirt since it was dripping with sweat. It was a pretty form fitting t-shirt. His fingerless leather gloves are still covering his hands and his tight jeans are still around his hips and kegs.
“Please, just let me use the bathroom babe. We can do whatever you want after, just let me go.” He begs.
“Oh, Frank, honey,” You offer fake sympathy. “Absolutely not.”
You place your hand on his chest, slowly sliding it back down to his dick. When you give it a slight squeeze, you hear the faintest gasp and your hand feels a bit warm.
“Did you…” You smile, moving your gaze to his face. “Did you just pee?”
“Only a bit,” He admits with embarrassment. “I don’t know how much longer I can hold it.”
“It’s okay,” You tell him. “You really have to go that bad?”
“I mean, I just pissed in my pants a little, I feel like that’s an obvious sign.”
“Okay…” You raise your eyebrows and smile. “Then go.”
He sighs with relief, about to turn around to go to the bathroom, but you stop him once again.
“Ah, I didn’t say you could go to the bathroom.”
“But–”
“I mean, if you have to go so bad, then just go.”
You squeeze his hand, knowing he’s trying so hard to contain himself. His own hand is now grabbing his dick tightly.
“Seriously, babe.” He squeezes his legs together. “I’m gonna–”
Then you see it in your peripheral vision, shifting your gaze downwards as soon as you notice.
His hand is off his pants. He’s fully going. Right in his jeans, he’s full force pissing. You can even hear a little hiss. You push his hair out of his eyes as you watch.
“That’s it, baby.” You console him.
His eyes are closed and his face has softened. You can see the relief across his face as he finally relieves himself. His crotch is fully soaked, and the piss is quickly trailing down his legs too. It’s spreading quickly all down and around his jeans. It’s even starting to drip on the ground.
You move your hand to his dick, feeling the wet jeans get wetter by the second and his dick start getting hard.
“Fuck…” He moans out. It’s the hottest thing you’ve ever heard.
“Let it all go,” You tell him softly.
You can’t even believe he’s still going. He had been drinking so much water on stage to keep himself hydrated, and hasn’t pissed in hours. Now, he’s soaking his pants with pee. You feel your pussy getting wetter in your panties.
The stream finally slows. He lets out a deep sigh, his head falling forward.
“You’re evil.” He says.
“You loved it.” You assure him.
You hear a small chuckle from him. “Yeah, maybe I did.”
“Now, let’s get you out of these clothes.” You say, reaching down and unzipping his pants, pulling them down for him while he steps out of them. His dick is nearly fully hard now, and it only gets harder as you’re on your knees, trailing your tongue across the shaft.
You drag him to your shared bed, falling down on your back. He falls with you, kissing you hard. You pull away for a moment to take off your shirt, immediately returning to his lips. He unhooks your bra as you unbutton your pants.
“Your turn.” He said with heavy breaths.
“My turn for what?”
“Through your panties,” He said, lips still furiously on yours. “On my shirt.”
“Really?” You grin.
“If you have to go.” Frank smiles back.
You remove your lips slightly from his so you can relax. It’s hard to focus on doing anything down there other than rub something against it. But, with a deep breath, you let go.
You honestly didn’t even realize how much you really had to go until it really started coming out. It immediately flooded through your panties and started to soak Frank’s t-shirt.
His hands move to your tits, grabbing them roughly with his thumbs moving against your nipples. That feeling on top of the rush of pissing on top of him had you more turned on than you ever thought you could be.
As your stream slowed, Frank’s hands moved to your underwear and pulled them down forcefully. His dick was fully hard, even glistening with precum as you positioned yourself on top of it.
The wetness of your pussy from the piss and juices of desire combined, his dick slid in and out with ease. You gripped his hair as you rode him, pulling as you bounced.
“Fuck, Y/N, holy fuck.” He moaned, gripping the sheets around him.
His cock slid against the walls inside you, hitting the g-spot so perfectly. You weren’t one to cum quick, but after all that, you weren’t sure how many seconds you had before you’d start clenching.
His hips started to jerk upwards, which was the sign that he was going to cum soon, and both your breaths got quicker and heavier. Moans of pleasure were loud as they escaped both your mouths.
“Fuck me, ugh, fuck me.” You said as your orgasm was just about to hit.
“I’m gonna cum,” Frank breathed, even whimpering a little. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.”
“So cum for me.” You say, digging your nails down his chest.
As he gave one loud moan, you could feel him finishing inside you. At the same time, you released your own orgasm, feeling the walls of your vagina clenching against his dick. You whipped your head back, your hair flipping with it as your moans got slower and deeper.
Frank moaned one last time as you picked yourself up off his dick that was glistening from your cunt. You stood as he laid, both of you still panting from the best sex you’ve ever had.
“Fuck, Y/N,” Frank moaned as he propped himself up on his elbows. “We should do that more often.”
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