there are very few things that can pry yuuji from between your thighs - you needing to pee is not one of them.
you never thought you'd regret bagging a boyfriend who loves to eat pussy. you were yuuji’s first taste, and you’ve been his late-night craving ever since. hardly ever will he let you go to bed without cumming on his tongue at least once, and you've never complained — it helps you sleep, after all.
but he's particularly hungry tonight. you would roll your eyes at his ambitions, but you think that would just spur him on further; you've cum twice already and the shake in your legs is only getting worse.
it doesn't help at all that he's a complete mess about it. no table manners, he's slurping and groaning and grinding his tender cock against your mattress, smearing the mess of cum he's made in his boxers all over his length. spit drips down your cunt, into it as he pushes slick-covered fingers in and out of you, and down onto your bedsheets in a gross mix of saliva and your own release.
"love you so much," he sweet-talks your pussy, presses light kisses to your clit over and over again as his fingers scissor inside of you. "can't... get enough..."
when he leans forward again and mushes his face against your heat, nuzzling against your clit like a fucking cat, you realise he's a little too pussy-drunk to operate. he inhales deeply, and you reach down with a shaky hand to push at the sweaty pink hair atop his head.
"'m tired, baby. too much anyway, can't cum again."
"uhuhh," he nods mindlessly, a beautiful pink blush on his face.
he's not listening to you. instead, yuuji tenses his tongue and knits his brows together in concentration as he tries to push it inside of you alongside his fingers.
"ngh," your thighs try to clamp down around his head at the new stretch, but his free arm keeps you locked in place. sometimes you hate how strong he is. you close your eyes and take each wave of pleasure as they come, but a twinge in your lower belly has them snapping open again. "wait, waitwait — yuu," you gasp, the huge soda cup your boyfriend had insisted on you drinking earlier catching up to you. "i gotta pee."
you look down just as yuuji's eyes flick up to meet yours, inquisitive from between your thighs. he pulls his tongue out, but instead of stopping his assault on your pussy, he redirects his attention back to your clit with a few kitten licks.
"didn't you hear me?" you groan. "i have to pee, get off."
"hm? just hold it."
you're going to kill him one of these days. "i can't just hold it," you tug at his hair harshly. "you don't get it, you're not a girl. pleaase, yuuji, i'm gonna pee my pants."
yuuji just smiles. he pulls his fingers out and licks a stripe up your messy cunt. "don't worry. you're not wearing any pants! hah."
you don't have the willpower to chide him. all you want to do is cry, and you're so close to doing so. you squeeze your eyes shut and take a deep breath in, nose crinkling up in concentration as you try your hardest not to wet the sheets and embarrass yourself.
it's only once yuuji realises you're on the verge of tears that he pulls himself up (though not without one last kiss to your clit) and climbs over you.
"hey, don't cry," he frowns, holding your face in one hand and stroking your hair back with the other. he presses a wet kiss to your cheek, his lips still glistening with spit and your fluids. "i'll make it all better, mkay? don't even worry. i'll fix it — 'm sorry."
you open your eyes, about to thank him and push yourself to get up and rush off to the toilet, but he doesn't let you. with one strong hand, he presses down on our tummy, and he uses the other to pull his stiff cock out of his boxers.
"w...what?" you look down as he lines himself up with you and slowly pushes in, increasing the pressure on your abdomen with each inch he sinks inside of you. "wait... what are you doing?"
it's when he's about halfway sheathed inside of you that yuuji looks back up to your face and meets your gaze with blown-out eyes. he looks pathetic, messy-haired and breathing through his mouth. "i- i was going to make a joke about plugging you up, but now i'm inside of you and i really want you to pee while i'm like this."
you're so shocked that the pain in your bladder is hardly noticeable. "what!?" you gawk. "are you crazy? do you have a fever?"
your boyfriend shakes his head, biting his bottom look and looking like he's about to pop a vein. he's flustered for once, and looking down at you with that glossy look in his eyes that he gets when. he's right on the edge. you want to slap him across the face for being so lewd, making such a joke, but your bladder is about to burst, and if he doesn't get off in the next few seconds you're going to—
oh, god.
yuuji presses down even firmer on your tummy as you fail to hold it in, like he's trying to encourage the most humiliating moment of your life. with a gasp from you and a strangled moan from him, you let it go — piss flows straight out of you and down onto yuuji's cock where he's sheathed inside of you. he feels it coat the length he hasn't yet pushed in, and then run down to his balls, and stick to his thighs as it rushes down to soak the sheets.
his jaw goes slack, and just as you think he's about to pull out and exclaim his disgust; that he was just joking and you weren't meant to actually pee on him, he folds the fuck over and starts rutting into you like a dog in heat. your stream of pee doesn't end, still flowing out of you in all sorts of directions as yuuji fucks you hard and fast, balls slapping against your ass, hand still pushing down hard on your belly.
"ohmygodohmygod," he's the one who seems like he's on the verge of tears now, face red as he pulls out suddenly and, as your stream settles down into a trickle, pumps his cock a few times before shooting his load all over your piss-soaked cunt. "fuck. fuck. that was..."
"i'm so sorry," you blurt, hiding your face in your hands. "oh my god, i peed all over you."
yuuji is silent for a moment. and then he laughs, his whole body shakes with the force of it, and when he pulls your hands from your face and presses a kiss to your lips, you forget all about feeling embarrassed.
until, of course, he lowers himself back down to eat you out again. all you can do is whine as his tongue laps up the mess of pee and his own cum that covers your now-sticky folds.
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