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[hhawks]

okay. you said send your worst. how about hinata coming home from practice and you decide to try something different. you immediately start kissing him and touching him. and you know he has a habit of going to the bathroom to the pee after practice. and that's exactly what you don't want him to do. he's getting breathy and says "wait a minute. i just have to pee. ill be right back." and as soon as he gets up to leave you grab his wrist and say "can- you maybe not do that? just try and hold it a bit. it's okay if u end up making a mess too."

don't perceive me if this was a lot.

h..... hinata .... hinata piss kink.... no but okay i feel like he's the type of guy to pinch his eyebrows like he doesn't understand, like babe, if i go pee now we can fuck faster and you have to be like no, no. sit him down and crawl between his legs, pawing at his tummy and his cock. hold it? you ask, doe eyes so sweet. hold it for me, okay?

and he feels like he can't breathe with the way you're hovering over him, your hands dangerously close to his cock. balls tight, bladder full. you know when you have to pee but can't, and it just makes it all the more difficult to hold it? that's how he feels now, squirming as you pull his shorts down. it's almost unbearable, the tightness in his abdomen as you start to stroke his cock through his underwear, he tip that peeks out pretty and swollen and twitching. hinata's so pretty, you can't help but coo at the way his thighs shake and his head tilts back with a groan with every passing second that you make him hold it.

"i can't," he whimpers. "i have to— have to go."

"needa go?" you ask, lips brushing up his neck. the friction of the fabric on his poor cock, the burning need to let go; he's suffering, and you love it. "make a mess on me?"

he shakes his head no, so vehement, so determined to hold it in. "don't wanna," he pants, "wanna be good, wanna—" he cuts off with a whine as you cup his dick through his boxers, squeezing slightly. he slings a toned arm across his eyes, hair sticking to his forehead, whimpering so sweetly.

"are you sure?" you kiss his neck, his chest, his nipples. "you can, baby. want to see you relax."

he's so highstrung, so high on adrenaline all the time that you want to see him break. and now, as your hand flits up to his navel and presses down softly, he comes undone.

the grey of his underwear soaks first. a little patch of darkness that spreads and spreads and spreads, little whimpers tearing from his mouth. it's so lovely, the way he comes undone with your palm around him. he makes such a mess, wetting the sheets and your laps with him.

you coo, praise him so sweetly as he empties his bladder on you. "such a good boy," you kiss his forehead. "such a pretty mess you've made."