(This is also the first time I've written for MG, so please be kind š¤ yes, that mixed with piss... I enjoy making myself suffer, okay? š )
Something something, a very long-suffering but pining reader helping an extremely drunk Mary piss after a show or night out.
Standing behind him and pressing your hand gently against the bulge of his bladder, cooing softly as whimpers pour from once-cocky lips. Watching as slim thighs press together desperately, a last ditch attempt to relieve the aching pressure.
Hearing his breath catch on a whine of your name as you extricate him from his painted-on jeans, aiming him at the toilet bowl. They've gone quiet, but you can feel the tension radiating off them, limbs quivering with the effort of holding it in.
You laugh mockingly as your hand wraps around his cock, your lips moving to murmur in a now scarlet ear.
'You can't possibly be shy now, I thought you really needed to go? What's the matter, Mare?'
He can't bring himself to admit that the sensation of your hand on him is almost too much for him to bear. But finally, finally they let go, unable to stop themselves groaning long and loud in relief.
Too focused on the sensation of release to notice the gentle squeezes of your hand around them. You praise them softly as they go, enjoying the powerful hiss of their stream, how their head falls back to rest on your shoulder, whimpering their gratitude to the ceiling. Only once their flow is reduced to a slow trickle, do you go to move away.
But his hand stops you, as you realise his cock is now filling out in your hand. Wrapping long fingers gently over yours, he starts jerking himself off languidly, guiding your hand.
'M'gonna pay y'back properly, sƶtnos, promise,' he slurs softly, his words melting together, 'y'feel so f'king good...'
Despite his drunkenness, he's rock hard, slick and pulsing in your hands. Tangles of pleas and curses mix with your name as they fall from lipstick-smudged lips. Daringly, you press your body hard against his back, your free hand looping over a slim hip.
Your lips rest against the side of his neck, as you dare to press a gentle bite into the sweat-slick skin of his jugular. This becomes his undoing as he swears loudly; coming so hard, he loses his balance.
He crumples, his hand barely catching the wall in time as you work him through a whole different type of release. Moans and curses melt into soft whimpers of overstimulation as you feel his length soften in your hand.
You allow yourself a moment to enjoy the weight of him wrapped lightly in your fist, his pulse fluttering wildly under your fingertips. Dropping a soft kiss over the sting of your bite, you move away to clean up, leaving him to do the same.
Laughing giddily to himself, he shakes his head, mumbling something in a tangle of Swedish and English as he straightens and turns to face you. The atmosphere between you feels heavier with something more, unspoken sentiments to be left until clearer heads prevail.
Or, well, their version of a clearer head, anyway.
'Fuckin' shit, baby,' he huffs breathlessly, jewel-bright emerald eyes looking at you as if it were the first time, 'the fuck have you been all my life?'
Why arenāt ultrasound checkups more common in the omorashi community? you have to have a full bladder AND get prodded with that thingy they use. Like imagine a patient, not having peed and having chugged liters of water before their checkup and then struggle to stay still while being so so so desperate, absolutely adorable!
I have frequently wondered this. Some of the most intense desperation ive had was for a (non-pregnancy-related) ultrasound, especially because you are really just WAITING in PUBLIC at the mercy of the doctors timeline. I was bouncing my legs and clenching n shit and even asked a nurse how long it would be until i could go in, and she looked at me sympathetically and said āsoon, i know itās hardā while i held my pants in fists and tried to stay calm.
They literally just ask you to drink enough for rapid desperation and then they PRESS on your bladder from the outside AND THE INSIDE (via the vagina). Honestly when im motivating myself to drink enough water for rapid desperation i just think back to having been medically required to chug back (what ended up being) like two litres of water within the span of half an hour. Man thatāll do it.
concept: someone whoās been trying to curb their nausea for *hours* on a flight mumbling a hushed but desperate āoh noā before frantically reaching for a sick bag. projecting out all of the food they overindulged in at the airport, no idea they were going to get so motion sick being sat at the back of the plane.
soon enough one bag is full and badly aimed puke is splashing over the edges of the heaving, heavy bag, they put it down on the table in front of them before taking a bag from the seat next to them and grunting gently, but their body turns it into a guttural burp and gag before forcing up more thick vomit into the bag.
Lord, have mercy. She just let out the two most guttural burp/gags, followed by the sound of roughly a mouthfuls worth of chunky stomach contents.
We went out to dinner, not that long ago, and she had chips and salsa, a shredded chicken taco salad, several glasses of water, and a margarita. On the way home, we stopped at KFC and got rootbeer floats- she finished hers before we even got to her apartment.
She vomited again. This time sounded like it was much more copious, I counted four soft, almost euphoric "mmm" sounds that punctuated the end of each wave. She coughed, dry heaved once, and then flushed the toilet. I heard her wash her hands before coming out of the bathroom.
Now, she's laying on the couch with her pillow in my lap and has asked me to rub her back. I can feel the muscles in the side of her stomach twitch and convulse as I run my fingers over her skin. Her own hand is on her belly rubbing broad, firm circles in the skin with the palm of her hand, and she's told me at least twice now that she thinks it's gonna happen again, not yet, but probably soon.
We ended up staying on the couch like that for almost an hour, with her curled up on the couch next to me and my hand trailing slowly up and down her back. There was more than once when she gagged into her closed mouth, and when I asked if she needed to throw up again, she would shake her head and tell me not yet.
Her breathing was deep and heavy, almost like she was willing her remaining stomach contents to stay in place. And ya know? I had to hand it to her, it was kind of impressive. Even more impressive was how calmly she got up, hand on her belly, and walked across the living room to the bathroom door. Her feet padded softly across the carpet. She stopped in the doorway, flicked on the light, turned to look at me, and said that she was going to throw up.
Ya'll, I wish I had a picture of how perfect she looked, standing there back-lit by the overhead light in the bathroom. Her dirty blonde hair fell around her face and down to her shoulders. The calm look of acceptance in her bright blue eyes. The way she palmed her stomach. It was truly intoxicating how disheveled and visibly nauseas she looked. My whole body felt prickly at the sight, and all I could do was nod as I stood up to walk the short distance between us. Just as I was a few inches from her, she gagged, dryly, suddenly and clapped a hand over her mouth. I instinctively put my hand on her shoulder, turned her towards the toilet, and helped her walk the couple of steps. She burped twice, and the second one had sounded *almost* productive.
I watched, one hand on her back and the other lightly on her hip, as she slowly lowered herself onto her knees in front of the white, porcelain bowl. I lowered myself down next to her and began rubbing her lower back. She had her chin resting on her folded hands, eyes closed, breathing deeply through her nose. She brought one hand down to her sick tummy, pushed in lightly, and then burped deeply into the water.
I sat there with her, rubbing her back and murmuring that she would be okay. She'll feel better after it's over; to throw up if she needs to. Her only responses came in soft moans and whimpers. Drool dribbled from her full lips and hit the surface of the clean water with a soft drip. With no more warning than a sudden, sharp inhale, she spewed copiously into the bowl. There was another sharp breath, she vomited again, and then leaned back slightly from the bowl. She reached down to my hand that was still resting on her hip, gently moved it onto her belly, and muttered a soft but desperate "Please."
We sat like that for maybe 5-7 minutes. I rubbed circles around her belly button, her stomach gurgled under my touch, and I could feel the muscles contracting. It felt so upset still. She broke the silence between us when she started to tell me that she was gonna puke again, but was cut off by a productive gag that sent a smaller wave of her dinner into the soiled water. I resumed murmuring reassuring things to her while she burped and gagged up everything she had left in her. The volume from each heave began to taper off, and the contents was getting both thicker and chunkier; it wasn't long before the dry heaves set in. Tears rolled down her cheeks from the exertion of her stomach trying to turn itself inside out.
Once she was definitely done, I helped her get cleaned up. She told me that she wanted to go back out to the ligingroom with me so after I helped her to the couch, I went and got the trashcan from her room, grabbed her water bottle, and got her some saltine crackers. We are curled up together, again, this time I run my fingers across the side of her stomach while she sips her water and nibbles on her crackers.
The second half was so fun omgbfjgh big gushes and splatters... š¤¤ Some got on my pants, my knees still feel a bit wet šµāš« my throat hurts, feels so good ffuuug I loved this so much <3
you're lying in bed, your gf fast asleep on top of you. you can feel her bloated stomach's movements against yours. you both kinda overindulged at the lunch buffet earlier in the day, and then you had a dinner at a fancy restaurant because you couldn't cancel the table reservation on such short notice and didn't want to waste it, and she was complaining about still feeling uncomfortably full when you went to bed but you felt fine and you thought she was exaggerating because she knows you find it cute.
now however as you listen to (and feel) her stomach gurgling, you realise she was probably not exaggerating at all. she's still asleep and you don't wanna wake her, but as her breathing becomes more rapid and shallow, you wonder if you should, just in case.
"babe?" you say softly, nudging her gently. she moans, and a trickle of drool drips from her lips as she does so. alright, you think, so this is happening... "babe, wake up..."
her eyes flutter open and you can see the sleepy confusion turn into dismay into panic into resignation... "mmmgonna puke," she mumbles.
"alright," you reply, trying to think. "it's alright, babe." you move as swiftly as you can, while trying not to jostle her too much and hasten the inevitable. you help her sit up (and wince in sympathy as you see how bloated her stomach really is) and look around for a solution.
your gf lets out a miserable groan accentuated by a wet burp, and her body slumps forward. there's no way she's making it into the bathroom. "gonna... *urrp* puke..." she repeats, as if you didn't realise that already.
you finally spot the trash bin and lunge for it, and place it in her lap. you sit next to her and put your arm around her. "it's alright, babe," you say again, trying to offer some reassurance.
still, it takes several minutes for anything to happen beyond the increasingly sickly burps that erupt from her lips. she's so nauseous she's shaking in your arms, clutching the trash bin with both hands, and you want to help her find release so you rub her bloated belly, applying gentle pressure that makes her whimper out loud...
and then finally, a burp turns into a gag midway through. her entire body clenches with the force of the heave that follows, bringing up a disappointingly small trickle of vomit. she gasps and moans, and you continue to push a little harder... and her body responds with another heave, this time bringing up a more substantial amount splashing into the bin. and then it seems like she can't stop, so you just hold her and murmur soothing words you're not sure she can hear.
I'm not generally a fan of roller coasters or spinny-aroundy rides, but I'd sit next to her on one any day. The poor thing - not one word of comfort from the guy she is with either.
I don't know if I got food poisoning or something at the holiday dinner I was at last night, or if my sick tummy is just struggling with all the holiday meals and glasses of wine I've had over the last few days... but either way, my stomach is really upset with me today. I woke up in the middle of the night last night with bad cramps and have been gassy all day. After lunch, I started getting so nauseous and I ended up not being able to keep lunch down. Photo under the cut.
Update from the last timeā¦ itās been a bit uncomfortable after I ate some ramen and carbonara, and apparently my belly didnāt really like thatā¦ ouchieš£š
Woke up tonight around 3 am, my belly not feeling goodā¦ it was so achy and uncomfortable š£š Iām trying hot-water bottle nowā¦ hope itāll help, but I dunno
So my bf stayed the night and we were in a cuddle pile for quite a while. At around 11 at night, our girlfriend starts to squirm, and when I ask her whatās wrong and says her tummy hurts. She also says that she wants me to lay on her (she loves things like weighted blankets) so I agree and lay on her. My head was on her stomach and oh my god, the sounds she was makingā¦ you could really hear how bad her stomach felt. It was making all these glorping sounds and you could just feel it churning. Soon enough, our boyfriend wakes up too, also saying he doesnāt feel good. I ask if he wants to cuddle and he says he does. So where all laying on our girlfriend when she starts burping. They were quick, quiet burps that werenāt very noticeable, but my head was on her stomach. She starts hiccuping and burping at the same time, and I know sheās gonna get sick. She asks if we can move off her, so I gently move our boyfriend and she sits up, leaning over a trash can that was placed there prior. She asks me to rub her stomach because it hurts, and I happily do so. At this point our boyfriend was asleep, and our girlfriend was groaning and moaning about how bad her stomach hurt (low key hot). She starts swallowing repeatedly and very quickly, and opens her mouth and starts to say something, when she gags. When I tell you I could hear the food coming up her throatš. She started throwing up after three wet gags. It was chunky with indigested food and a brownish green color. In the middle of this, our boyfriend wakes up, and asks for the trash can. (Must have been set off by hearing her). I canāt get it to him fast enough and he throws up all over himself. His was mostly liquid, a yellowish color with some brown mixed it. His gags, like said before, are really sexy. He burps when he gags and usually hiccups too. You can always hear the food coming up his throat. After that died down, I set our girlfriend up on a towel on the couch with a trash can, and currently just got out of the shower with our boyfriend. He is also on a towel with a trash can in front of him. Currently wet as both of them puking at the same time and feeling their stomachs contract and hearing the food crawl up their throats was just so hot.
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