#omorashi fanfiction

[dream-beyond-the-dawn]

Dammit Ryuzaki

Death Note Omorashi

Light tapped his foot idly. He was bored. He reluctantly agreed to be handcuffed to Ryuzaki in order to prove his innocence of being Kira. It wasn't his idea and Ryuzaki himself didn't seem thrilled about it either.

But so far all that entailed was him trailing Ryuzaki around all day. He scoffed to think that the entire population of Shinjuku likely assumed L had an interesting fast paced lifestyle. Or even a remotely interesting person.

He glanced at L across from him flipping through papers, sucker in his mouth. He'd been doing that for hours. Sitting in that same position.

Light took a sip of his coffee before realizing he needed to use the bathroom. It wasn't urgent by any means but the chain that connected him to Ryuzaki wasn't long enough to allow him to do anything privately. Not that he was shy...not exactly. But taking a piss with Ryuzaki in the room without him was a hard limit.

"So..."

Ryuzaki looked up from his papers. "Yes?"

"How long do I have to do this exactly?"

"Well..." Ryuzaki paused, putting a finger to his lip life Light often noticed he did. "I can't exactly tell you that."

Light mentally huffed in frustration. "Yeah...I mean I get that. But don't you think it's going to be awkward when one of us has to change clothes or...use the bathroom?"

Ryuzaki turned his attention back to one of the papers he was looking at previously. For a moment it looked like he ignored the question.

"If I was worried about being put into a situation that's uncomfortable then I may as well quit my job. Besides, it's not like I want to do this either." He went back to glancing at a paper he had in front of him.

Light knew that was his way of shutting him down so he could go back to reading through files. Doesn't he ever get tired of that?

So he sat there for another hour, playing a few games on his phone to pass the time while trying not to glance at the clock above them. It was hard for him not to get restless. It wouldn't even be so bad if they weren't just sifting there. Then again he imagined they would get strange looks- being two men handcuffed together.

Light perked up when he hears the sound of papers being attacked up beside him. "I think that's enough of that today. I highlighted all the key information that I need." Ryuzaki said mostly to himself. "would you like some tea?"

Light nodded and followed him to the living room.

Maybe L was trying to call his bluff when he chained them together. Or maybe he could make an exception when one of them had to use the bathroom. Surely. At least Light hoped.

"So...what exactly am I supposed to do when I'm chained to you all day?"

Ryuzaki sat down in front of the coffee table while Watari brought them both some tea. Light took a few sips to be polite but tea was the furthest thing from his mind at this point given the situation.

"You can help me look over some old case files. There's nothing pertaining to the Kira case in there so I'm not worried about that. Plus your deductive reasoning could definitely help a lot."

Light shifted uncomfortably on the couch to try and get comfortable whatever way his bladder would allow. Damn coffee.

Light knew he would regret drinking coffee that morning but L decided to chain them up that night before, which made sleeping difficult. Especially when the man he was chained to was a notorious insomniac.

"Is everything alright? You seem on edge."

Dammit L. Of course he had to notice.

But he couldn't just outright ask for the handcuffs to be removed because in Ryuzaki's eyes that was an admission of guilt more than likely.

"I'm fine. Just a bit restless from all this sitting down. I never imagined being such a high profile detective would be so boring."

"Yes, it can be very boring. That's why it's nice to have company from time to time." Ryuzaki said while balancing three sugar cubes on his Tea spoon, then spooning them into his mouth.

"Do you ever get lonely?"

Ryuzaki shrugged. "I suppose I sometimes can. But I've always been introverted by nature."

Light shifted again on the couch, this time more subtle. He needed something to distract himself with and Ryuzaki was often hard to socialize with.

Even if they were enemies, Light still needed a distraction somehow.

But he also knew he was only delaying the inevitable. Maybe he could wait until Ryuzaki had to go or...

Light glanced at the bathroom right at the end of the hallway longingly.

'Maybe I should have just taken the eye deal.' Light thought as he watches Ryuzaki down the rest of his tea.

"Do you mind?"

Light shook his head and scooted the glass over towards him. It was too sweet for his liking anyway.

"So what's it with the sweets?"

"It started because it helped me concentrate but now I'm just addicted to sugar."

"What about your teeth?"

Ryuzaki just shrugged in the way that he always did and downed the rest of his tea once again. Light knew he wasn't opening up fully because he didn't trust him. That was understandable.

"Is everything alright?" Ryuzaki asked after a few moments of silence.

That's when Light knew he had to say something. If he didn't then it would only make Ryuzaki suspect him more.

Light cleared his throat right as a call came in.

"Yes?"

"The task force is here. They've called for an emergency meeting."

Light could hardly hear when was being said on the other end but he could make out Watari's voice on the other end.

When Ryuzaki got off the phone with him, he turned back to Light, sitting his now empty cup back on the table. "There's a potential lead in the Kira case."

Light nodded as nonchalant as he could manage. He didn't want to seem nervous because that would make him look guilty. But he also couldn't ask to go now because it may cause Ryuzaki to think he's stalling. "I see."

Light found himself uncontrollably bouncing his leg thirty minutes into the meeting. He tried his best to at least pretend he was listening so he didn't look suspicious- but his mind was elsewhere. The only thing he cared about was finally getting to pee after all this time.

He crossed his legs under the table, accidentally nudging Ryuzaki's chair in fhe process. Light felt the blood drain from his face. He looked away until he saw Ryuzaki writing something out of the corner of his eye.

He looked down when he felt something touch his thigh.

Beside him Ryuzaki help out a small note pad with the words "why didn't you say anything earlier" hastily etched onfo the paper.

He looked away so L wouldn't see his face turn red. There was no point in denying it any longer.

"I don't know but I wish I did." He wrote back, subtly flashing the page to Ryuzaki under the table hoping it wouldn't draw any attention to them.

The meeting ticked on for another thirty minutes before they were finally dismissed. Light had no idea what it was even about nor did he care.

He knew he wasn't acting like himself at all but he couldn't afford to care.

"Let's go Light."

Everyone else had already left the room, leaving only Light and Ryuzaki, who were still cuffed together.

"You should have said something sooner. Do you need me to help you get up?"

This was nearly too much for Light. His enemy offering to help him with something...so degrading. Thoughts of taking the eye deal started to sound appealing. He could kill the only person who would ever see him like this.

Without warning, Ryuzaki came up behind him and slowly helped Light to his feet. The weight of gravity hitting his bladder made him grit his teeth but other than that he kept composed.

"Sorry...I don't know what's gotten into me." Light tried to laugh his normal confident laugh but he only proceeded to amplify his need.

"If it makes you feel any better, I have to go too."

It did make Light feel better for some reason. At least he wasn't the only one suffering.

He barely kept his hands down to his sides, wanting nothing more than to grab himself. Dammit L, why did this have to happen?

As they turned the corner towards the police station bathroom, Light noticed yellow caution tape.

Fuck.

He'd forgotten his dad mentioning that the bathrooms were being remodeled.

Could he just use the women's?

Ryuzaki seemed to sense his panic. "There's another bathroom just upstairs...can you wait until-"

Light felt his entire body spasm as he fought desperately to keep the last bit of control he had but he could feel it slipping through his hands. "I..dammit!" He bit down on the inside of his cheek so hard he started to taste blood while he grabbed his crotch, squeezing as hard as he could.

But it was too late and he knew that. Ryuzaki awkwardly turned away when he realized what was happening. His beige pants turned dark brown as his bladder finally had enough.

The feeling was so...almost orgasmic that for a moment, Light didn't care that he was having an accident right in front of his enemy.

I took around 4 minutes for Light to completely finish and by the time he did, he was drained.

He looked done at the wet spot on his pants that went all the way down to his ankles and puddled

around his feet.

He had no idea what to say.

But he did notice that Ryuzaki's posture was more rigid than before.

"I'll have someone clean this.... we'll say it was something that was spilled." Was all Ryuzaki said before they headed towards the elevator.

Light tried his best to act like he wasn't completely mortified but he was. Why couldn't it have been the other way? Why couldn't Ryuzaki been the one to wet himself?

Light glanced at him from behind, feeling the overwhelming urge to keep him from making it to the bathroom on time but he didn't.

Instead he sat there in the shower; thinking. Maybe he would speak to Ryuk later about the eye deal.

Maybe.

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[adamhaskinks]

having a piss kink is so funny when you constantly play video games because youll just have that one character you wanna see wet themselves so bad for no reason and theres absolutely nothing on the internet that matches what you want

[bangchanisinmymind]

new

pairing; bangchan x reader; smut

"have you packed yet?" chris asked loudly from the living room to you in the bedroom. "yes I'm ready now" you said proud walking down the stairs with your suitcase."wait" he said walking towards you and taking your luggage and going in front of the closed door once again.

today he wanted to treat you like the princess you are, he had booked a luxury hotel room and took a few days off to enjoy it with you. currently it was friday night and you were heading to the hotel."i got the keys let's go" he said grabbing both your luggage, opening the door for you and locking after both of you were outside. he let you in the car before he got in the drivers seat and started driving.

the tension was obvious between the two of you as he put his hand on your thigh sending shivers down your spine. the weeknd was playing on your way and the next few minutes were like this, in the tensed silence until you got in the room.

you hadn't noticed that chris was wearing a black silk shirt with three buttons open while you were in just your mini black dress he bought you a few weeks ago.

you were tired already since you had a long day and grabbed a bottle of water drinking all of it and he was just unbuttoning the rest of his shirt taking photos on the full length mirror near the king-sized bed the hotel provided.

you left him there and went to see the bathroom. it was oh so pretty. everything in black, white and gold, a huge bathtub and another gold mirror in which you could see the whole room and you.

you noticed him behind you approaching you slowly and wrapping his veiny arms around your body. his naked chest touching your exposed back and his erection your ass as he whispered in your ear "is everything perfect babygirl?" "yes daddy thank you" you answered feeling the knot in your tummy.

he started leaving kisses from your jawline to your collarbones when he turned you around and picked you up placing you next to the sink. you connected your lips while your hands were travelling through his hair playing his his curls.

he started kissing your neck again with his swollen lips pulling down the straps of your dress revealing your breasts as he placed a few kisses there as well before taking off your dress completely leaving you in your panties.

you lost contact for a few seconds as he stepped back to take off his pants along with his boxers going into the bathtub. "wanna have a shower?" he said stepping in and his hand reaching for yours to take you in.

you hesitated for a second as you felt the need to pee but got rid of your underwear and stepping in anyway. he sat down turning on the water until it covered half of his body as he pulled you in his lap once again and connected your lips again. his erection now touching your core, your legs on each side of his waist and your hands on his broad shoulders.

he broke the kiss; your lips still brushing against each other as he stared at you. his hands travelled down to your hips as he pulled you down entering you slowly. "is it good?" he almost gasped and you nodded "yes daddy, big and good for me" you whimpred.

after he started moving, you started moaning and you felt 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 sort of tense in your tummy. "da- daddy i wanna- wanna pee" you whined as you felt it coming closer "uh- do it, wanna feel comfortable with me, do it" he gasped pressing your bladder as he moved faster in and out of you.

after that you relaxed your muscles, your cheek rested on his chest and let it out your eyes rolling to the back of your head as he continued fucking into you. "that's it babe that's good" he whispered feeling your warmth in a different yet new way.

after a few seconds you felt your high approaching as well digging your nails on his shoulders as you started moving your hips on him. "chris- i -" you couldn't even finish your sentence as you felt his liquid running down your now wet thighs and yours reaching on your ass with the movement. "woah" he muttered as he rested his head back and you still in his chest.

"that was so good" his thumb caress your cheek "I know wasn't it?" you slightly chuckled as you pulled out standing up. he stood up too and kissed you "let's shower and go to sleep okay?" he said hugging your bare body. "mmh" you said turning on the water once again

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[sarahowritesostucky]

📖 "Hydra Sanatorium"

Rated: Explicit

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers

Tags: a/b/o, medical institutionalization, cognitive disability, made up kinky medical things, diapers, catheters, non-con medical procedures, restraints, forced wetting, hurt/comfort, humiliation, kind!Careworker Steve, bratty!Patient Bucky, alpha Steve, omega bucky, dub con everything due to a/b/o biology, dry humping, forced orgasm, masturbation, implied self harm, orgasm therapy, age difference (19/30), omorashi

Summary: Bucky is a troubled teen coping with the traumatic transformation of late-onset omega puberty.

Steve's been developing too much of an attachment, he knows he has. But he might not have the self control to remain detached anymore.

Chapter 1: A Weekend in the Pens

Chapter 2: Holding It in

Chapter 3: A Catalyst

Chapter 4: Release Therapy

Chapter 5: Excited Catatonia with Aggression

Chapter 6: Inflation Therapy

Chapter 7: Pheromonal Oil Massage

Chapter 8: Sensory Reset Therapy

Chapter 9: Persistent Genital Arousal

Epilogue I.

[seekerwingzcg]

ℕ𝕠 𝕄𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 : 𝕄𝕖𝕘𝕆𝕡 𝕋𝔽𝕆𝕟𝕖

(⁄⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄⁄)

Orion and Dee are working in the mines and get word that production needs to pick up or they will be stuck there until their quota is met.

At the moment, Orion needs to void but Dee is doing everything he can to help him get back to the washracks after their shift eventually ends.

Regardless of how embarrassing the situation gets or the realization it's turning him on, he has to put aside his embarrassment and arousal to help his buddy out. No matter what.

[krazykit]

hot and maybe controversial take but i want to make early seasons sam winchester hold his piss and make him whimper while i edge him

[laura1633]

This is a rare kink in terms of what I see on F1 ao3 and if it's not for you then cool but..

Charles jumping out the car hard and Max jumping out of the car desperate to go for a piss is an omorashi fic waiting to happen!

They both need relief ... but Max thinks maybe (just maybe) he might be able to hold it in so Charles can fuck him first. Getting fucked whilst having a desperately full bladder is a totally new sensation though and Max slowly starts to realise that he might not be able to hold it in for as long as he thought.

The *alternative* Charles' Monaco victory fic 😂

[xthepaleelfx]

Astarion x nonbinary transmasc Tav fic

Desperation (Ao3)

Pairing: Astarion x nonbinary transmasc Tav

Rating: Explicit

Content warnings: desperation, omorashi, nonbinary Tav, explicit sexual content, shameless smut.

Summary: Tav and their companions, including Kar'niss and the goblins, defeated the harpers that were waiting for their convoy. Unfortunately, it has been a while since Tav was last able to relieve themself. Going from one challenge, and one battle, to the next provides little time for nature's calling. Astarion, being the supportive lover he is, notices Tav's discomfort and follows the half-drow away from their party.

[dream-beyond-the-dawn]

18 plus🔞 . Minors please do not interact.

Omorashi prompts I would like to use and fandoms I will write for:

In a car/stuck in traffic

Psychically unable (i.e restrained, trapped, etc)

Not allowed to go

In public

Bathrooms closed

Scared

Afraid to speak up

Accident in front of the toilet

Forced wetting

At work

Too busy

Double wetting

Hiding

Fandoms I will write for: Attack on Titan, Naruto, Durarara, Red Dead Redemption, Hetalia, Stranger Things, Death Note, Skyrim, Demon Slayer (18+ characters only), The Witcher, Game of Thrones, House of the Dragon, Black Butler, Jujutsu Kaisen, and One Piece characters before episode 200. That's as far as I've got sorry

What I will do:

MxM

FxM

FxF

No pairings

Hurt/comfort

Humiliation

Bdsm

Sexual or nonsexual

Whump

What I won't do:

Underage 🔞

R*pe/nonc*n

Torture

Scat/farting

Age play

Diapers

Emetophilia

OCs

See some of my already completed omorashi fanfictions here (Naruto) and here (Stranger Things).

To request a fanfiction simply send me the prompt you want with the fandom and characters you would wish for me to write. If there will be more than one character involved, please specify who you want the victim to be. Don't like any of my prompts? Send some of your own ;)

Also please note that these prompts are not my original ideas. I'm very aware most of them have been done before.

I know I've mentioned this before but I will absolutely NOT under any circumstances involve a character under 18 in any sexual way whatsoever nor will I write about them as anything other than a background character.

Go on and ask. I don't bite.

Editing to add: DO NOT SEND ME MESSAGES ABOUT YOUR HOLDS. I WILL IGNORE THEM. This is just fun to me and not meant to be taken too seriously.

[electronic-elevator]

I’m on record as stating that my preferred level of continence for the Ａctor is “perpetually potty training.”

Ａctor X Ｂen, "almost made it" omorashi drabble

Mark stumbled into the bathroom, his only free hand flicking the lightswitch on without pausing his frantic dance to the toilet. His other hand, of course, had remained occupied clutching his dick since he’d abruptly noticed his bursting bladder.

Though he’d noticed this time, he’d certainly not gotten much warning, but luckily his office was just across the hall from the toilet. Mark whined miserably — the damn lid was closed, and he was hardly holding back as it was. Now, he pressed his legs tighter as he had to bend slightly, increasing the pressure on his poor bladder, to get the lid and the seat up. A grumbled curse word was cut off, though, when the seat slipped through his shaking fingers and slammed shut again with a noise like a gunshot, startling Mark and triggering his bladder to release. Hot jets of piss streamed down his thighs as he shouted again, fumbling to push the lid the rest of the way up. He couldn’t stop the flow, but he couldn’t just give up right in front of the toilet. Already, he’d pretty well soaked his pants, and surely was forming a little puddle on the floor, and that was bad enough. His face was burning red as he shoved his pants down, making more of a mess with his still-spurting stream until he got himself aimed into the bowl.

He felt awfully pathetic standing in his mess to finish, but the relief was blissful — though the ordeal had only taken a minute or two, it felt as though it had stretched on for an age, and now he could finally relax and let it all out.

Just as soon as his stream trickled to a stop — before Mark had a chance to fret about what he was going to do next — there was a knock at the still-open bathroom door. (Mark had not had time to close it.)

Mark startled again, turning to meet Ben. “Another accident, sir?”

Mark huffed. “I— no, I m-made it, see?” He gestured to the toilet bowl, and Ben looked over the sight: Mark, with his soaked pants pushed down around his upper thighs, and the floor and seat spattered with piss — but yes, Mark had certainly gotten some into the toilet as well, which Ben had of course already witnessed. (Mark’s panicked yelps had alerted him that his services would be imminently needed — unfortunately, he’d not come soon enough to help Mark along.)

At Ben’s somewhat patronizing expression and lack of reply, another wave of embarrassment made Mark squirm. It wasn’t fair — he’d made it, it had just been the stupid toilet seat that caused him to lose control! “I need to shower,” he said, pouting.

“Alright, sir; if you don’t mind, I’ll take care of this,” Ben said, nodding towards the toilet before he moved forward to check the cupboard under the sink. Mark still had a couple of folded outfits there following Ben’s restock earlier this week. (It was much easier to keep some at the ready than to fetch clothes for Mark each time he needed them.) Satisfied, Ben moved to the other cupboard and took out the cleaning solution and a rag.

Mark saw this check and was insulted by the insinuation that he’d had that many accidents already. “I’m doing well this week,” he protested weakly.

Ben turned quickly to reassure him. “You are, Master Mark. Very well. I’m just making sure you have what you need,” he promised in a gentle voice.

Mark blushed again — this time coupled with a not so unpleasant feeling in his stomach. “Thank you, Ben,” he mumbled, then moved to undress — he did have work he needed to get back to. A quick rinse-off would set him on his way.

[bangchanisinmymind]

hi love! idk if ur taking requests but i adore "new" and need more piss kink chan!! how you wrote it is exactly my kink and would loveee another part or fic like it <33

hi love & thank you for the request (its my first omgg) Umm OFC I mean it's a need in staymblr. I'll write another similar fic, tell me if it's what you wanted or I can write something else! masterlist

glass

pairing; bangchan x reader; smut

you were currently laid on your back with chris on your chest after you had sex. he came stressed after work and you happily willed to take some of his stress away. he was at the kitchen drinking water and bringing you a glass. "you okay bubs?" he asked handing you your glass. before he could settle back on the bed you asked him to refill your glass. "you sure you're okay?" he chuckled at your rush to drink the second glass returning to the bedroom "yeah it's probably because of the air-conditioning" you pointed at the machine that was keeping the room cool.

after you laid on the bed again you decided to watch a movie and cuddle until bedtime. soon after chris was hard again due to you shifting to get comfortable and your folds sticking after accidentally grinding on his bare thigh. you agreed to go for another round before growing desperate. you wrapped your hands on his neck playing with his curls as he was still sat with you having the upper hand, and his hands travelling along your hips, waist and ribs.

he broke the kiss and looked at you, with eyes full of lust and you smiled at him adoringly kissing him again and started sitting on his lower abdomen and caging his cock between of your thighs. the kiss became deeper and none of you could wait anymore so you just slipped yourself on him, both moaning at the sensation. you started moving slowly before you felt a usual knot on your stomach, but not the one everyone would expect.

you've been with chris for quite a long time now and you were nothing but comfortable to talk about your kinks or anything personal; he was your other half after all. you've found a lot kinks and needs you didn't know you had during your relationship and together you've done almost everything so the following actions weren't something new but something additional to your pleasure.

chris understood exactly what was about to happen for your pussy suddenly clenching on him making him whine and the little whimpers you let out. "babe i've said it a million times already, it's something yours and I love it okay? let it out princess" he whispered and you immediately did as he said, relaxing yourself and he started moving on you slowly. your piss was now covering both yours and his abdomen but it wasn't enough to wer the sheets remarkably. after a few seconds when you could think again you stared leaving small licks and marks of his chest,biceps and neck as a "thank you" even though you knew it was his pleasure as well.

the sound of your combined moans and the wet sounds echoed loudly, chris drew an invisible line from your shoulder to your clit which he stared stimulating pushing you closer to your climax. his moves were messier than the beginning showing he was about to come. it seems that it was much his pleasure when you relaxed on him and he didn't need anything more. "that's it princess be good for daddy just for one more minute" he said between messy and deep thrusts as you could only moaned in response. it didn't take long when you came on him still thrusting into you with a high pitched moan and his following shortly after.

"why did you tried to hold in love? never do that again okay?" he cooed before pulling out carefully. "lemme run a bath okay?" he kissed your forehead chuckling at your fucked-out state. "want some water?" he chuckled again before kissing your lips and leaving to prepare your bath.

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[sarahowritesostucky]

📖"Hydra Sanatorium"

Rated: Explicit

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers

Word count: 5112

Tags: a/b/o, medical institutionalization, cognitive disability, made up kinky medical things, diapers, catheters, enemas, non-con medical procedures, restraints, forced wetting, hurt/comfort, humiliation, kind!Careworker Steve, bratty!Patient Bucky, alpha Steve, omega bucky, dry humping, forced orgasm, masturbation, implied self harm, orgasm therapy, age difference (19/30s), omorashi

Series Masterlist if you've missed a chapter or need to re-read!

Summary: Bucky is a troubled teen coping with the traumatic transformation of late-onset omega puberty. Steve's the care worker who's been developing too much of an attachment.

Epilogue I.

Omegas don’t do well with change like this.

Moves tend to stress them out. To have all the things they cling to for safety and reassurance suddenly disappeared? replaced? Their den switched up, their nest taken away, nothing smelling or looking or feeling the same as what they’re used to? It’s distressing to them. It can throw them into bad moods at best, and mental health crises at worst. It isn’t logical and the poor things can’t control it, so their reactions can be confusing to people who aren’t familiar with omega behavioral patterns and physiology. 

Luckily, Steve knows all about such things, so he isn’t too shocked when Bucky has trouble with his moods after moving into the apartment and begins—among other things—compulsively stress-masturbating with whatever he can get his hands on.

“Honey, wait. Wait, wait, wait.” Steve hurries to shut the door and set down his armload of shopping bags, going over to wrestle away whatever it is Bucky’s trying to stuff up his posterior. He almost laughs when he sees that it’s a hairbrush. (In the kid’s defense, it does have a vaguely cylindrical, rubberized handle.)  “Bucky, give it to me,” he Voices, and takes it from the angrily whining omega. Yesterday, he’d had to break one of his mother’s cardinal rules and throw out food when he’d caught Bucky being violent with a vegetable.

“Nnn!”

Steve hushes him, pulling him into his arms and holding tightly. “Hey, stop. I’m here. I’m right here, ‘mega.”

Bucky stops fighting him and goes limp in his hold, changing from angry whines to a confused sob as he tucks his face into Steve’s neck and mouths over the skin. “Steve,” he moans, overwhelmed.

“Shhh. M’right here. You’re okay.” 

Against his neck, Bucky sniffles, embarrassed. “I’m sorry. I tried, I tried to wait but I’m just so …” He makes a frustrated noise and grinds his face against Steve’s shoulder. “Mmrrr.”

Steve’s eyes track to the couch. There’s Bucky’s discarded sweatpants and his diaper. The nearest pillow, which Steve deduces he was recently humping, has a dark patch of slick on it. “Still feeling stressed?” he says, stroking Bucky’s back soothingly when the question elicits another whine. “Shhh. It’s okay. You’re allowed to touch yourself. But remember what we talked about? Safe ways?” He lets his hand trail down to Bucky’s butt, fingers delving gently between his cheeks to feel the slick there. “You need to be safe and not hurt yourself.”

Bucky nips him reactively. “I forgot,” he growls, then gasps in surprise when Steve pinches his asscheek. “Hey!”

“Don’t be mean. Your body’s just stressed. That’s why you’re feelin’ so emotional.”

He sniffles and hides against him. “But m’happy to be here.”

“I know you are, bub. Don’t worry. I know. And you know I’m so excited to have you here with me.” He kisses his hair. “We talked about this. Sometimes your body gets ahead of you. We’ve just gotta make you feel at home and real safe, then I promise you’ll feel better.” 

That’s why he just popped out to the store to grab a few things. He’d left Bucky snacks and blankets to snuggle with on the couch, but clearly that wasn’t what he felt like doing.

Against him, Bucky whines and starts humping his leg. “ ‘lpha,” he grumbles, embarrassed. He’s been acting upset and erratic since they came home yesterday. He’d cried when the confusing behavior started up, afraid that Steve would think he didn’t really want to be there, or that he didn’t want Steve as his alpha. Steve doesn’t think he’s heard someone call him ‘Alpha’ so many times in a twenty-four hour period in his life.

“That’s right, bub,” he reassures him with another tight squeeze. “I’m your Alpha. And you’re my good omega. Gonna make it official real soon.” 

The only reason he hasn’t, is because of the birth control injection that needs twenty-four hours to be fully effective. But Bucky doesn’t know that. He thinks the shot he received yesterday morning was just a mega-dose of vitamins. He has no idea that it’s something Steve quietly told Raynor to administer before they left the ward, something he wanted done for Bucky’s welfare. It’ll prevent pregnancy, just until they get situated, until they’re bonded and Steve can be sure that Bucky is properly settled in his new home.

Bucky hasn’t been told the truth because he won’t understand. He’ll instinctively take it as rejection, just like any omega would; a sign that Steve doesn’t think he's good enough, doesn’t want to breed him up. 

Which couldn’t be further from the truth! Steve can’t wait for the day when he’ll get to fill Bucky full to bursting, plug him up with his cum and watch his seed take root, watch the boy’s gorgeous body grow ripe and heavy with their pups. That’ll be a wonderful day, when it happens, but it isn’t happening now. Steve wants to give Bucky everything he’s missed out on in life so far, and that includes a happy, relaxed, and romantic period of child-free bliss with his new Alpha. Time where Bucky is the center of Steve’s attention with nothing to take away from it. There will be plenty of time for pups down the road—maybe even later that same year, who knows? But not right now. 

Yesterday had been tough. Steve had been hard pressed to find an excuse to give Bucky as to why they weren’t fucking each other’s brains out. He’d settled on half-truths, saying that he wanted Bucky to work on scenting the apartment and building up a spot for himself in the hallway nesting closet. He’d told Bucky that it would be healthier for him to settle in and calm down a little bit before they made love.

Luckily, Bucky hadn’t known enough to call bullshit on him, but Steve has still been grinding his teeth ever since they got home to the apartment twenty-seven hours ago, not able to fuck a claim into his omega for fear of getting him pregnant.

Now that he’s given it that little bit of extra time and can be sure that Bucky’s fertility is suppressed, Steve tells him that they can go back to the bedroom together, if he wants. Bucky mewls happily and nods, humping against him harder. “Steeve.”

Steve comforts him with a quick hug, and takes his hand. “Come on.” He leads his half naked omega back towards the bedroom. “I told you I’d be gone for less than an hour. You couldn’t wait?”

“No.” 

It’s such a firm and stubborn little ‘no’, that it makes Steve chuckle as he guides him to the bed. This is day number two in the apartment together, yesterday was a whirlwind of paperwork and transitions, of new and unfamiliar and figuring out. But today is real, and raw, and Steve hasn’t been completely soft since he woke up that morning and realized that today is the day he’s finally going to get to have Bucky. He’s finally going to get to fuck his omega—no, not fuck: make love to him. 

He sits on the edge of the bed and pulls Bucky in close, hands on his waist. “I know it’s a lot of change all at once. It’s okay to be sad, or scared, or even just confused about how you feel.” Bucky grunts and shakes his head, trying to pull away but relaxing when Steve’s hands hold fast. “Use your words, bub.”

“M’not sad,” he grunts, face pinched as he bashfully admits, “I just get nervous.”

“Nervous about what?” 

“Dunno. Just that maybe ..." He shrugs and won’t meet Steve’s eyes as he mumbles, "Maybe it’s too good to be true.”

Steve’s heart twinges painfully. “Oh, Honey. Don’t say that. It’s not. It’s not too good to be true. It’s real. You’re here with me, aren’t you?” His fingers slip under the fabric of Bucky’s tee shirt and caress the soft give of his waist. “You deserve good things, Buck. I’m so happy you’re mine now and I can show you that. None of this is any more than what you deserve, Sweet boy.”

“But how can you be sure you won’t, ya know, ... change your mind?”

Steve huffs and tugs him in closer, ignoring the little ‘oof’ of surprise that Bucky makes when his shins hit the mattress. “I’m sure,” he growls, needing to never hear that pitiful uncertainty in his omega’s voice ever again. “Bucky, Jesus. I’ve never been more sure of anything. I’m not gonna change my fucking mind.” He scoffs at the mere notion. “Baby, you don’t know how long I’ve wanted to—” He cuts himself off from admitting something that he shouldn’t: the inappropriate truth. 

Which is that he’d been excited that year when Bucky finally aged up to C Hall, to sexual touch therapies that Steve hadn’t previously been allowed to provide him. Steve isn’t supposed to view his omega charges that way—like he’s attracted to them or interested in them as more than patients—but he’s realizing now that he had felt that way about Bucky, since before the boy came up to C hall, even. He’d just buried those feelings deep and convinced himself that they weren’t there. It’d been necessary, otherwise he would’ve been sick every time he had to watch Bucky’s shitty family show up and yank him back out of the sanatorium too soon. Hell, it was hard enough to watch it even with the shield of his own denial. Truth is, Steve’s felt an inexplicable draw to this kid ever since he’d very first been wheeled into Hydra, strapped down, crying, and lost.

Swallowing thickly, he changes what he was going to say to a quiet, “You don’t know how happy I was, when you said you wanted me to be the daddy,” instead, warming inside when Bucky’s eyes flit up to him in surprise. He smiles softly. “Yeah, I remember you said that.”

Bucky flushes beautifully and does an endearing little squirm. “Hmm.”

Steve chuckles. “See? You’re stuck with me.” It’s a promise more than anything else, and he feels the pleasured shiver that runs through Bucky’s body in reaction to it. “Gonna bond you, Sweetheart,” he murmurs. “You want that?”

Bucky chirps, the instinctive sound making his cheeks color prettily. He glances down at himself, and Steve looks too. His little prick is fattened up, as hard as it’s ever really capable of getting. And his inner thighs are smeared with shiny slick that makes Steve’s cock throb and his balls feel heavy and full. He licks his lips, lightheaded at the possibilities of what he can do to Bucky now that the Sanatorium's rules and restrictions don’t apply to them anymore.

“Jesus,” he rasps, fighting not to give in to the urge to simply grab the boy and toss him up on the bed. Steve knows that, outside of whatever treatments he’s received on-ward, Bucky is very sexually inexperienced; a virgin. That’s why Steve has to do this right. You never forget your first time. “Bucky, Honey,” he says gently. “Do you think you’re ready to be with me?”

Steve’s a lot older than him, and leagues more experienced—in both sex, and life in general. That’s why, even though he’s got no doubt that the boy wants this, it’s still important to ask in the beginning, before things get too hot and heavy. Given that Bucky’s been humping the pillows and sexually abusing common household objects, Steve knows he can’t afford to wait any longer. Bucky needs this, needs to feel loved and safe and claimed, and the best that Steve can do for him is to give him the chance to say yes, to feel like he’s deciding on his own that this is the right choice. 

So he reaches up and palms the kid’s cheek, rumbling in approval when Bucky pushes into the contact with a plaintive sound. “Words, bubba,” he coaxes gently. “Tell me what you're thinking.”

Bucky mewls and presses closer, pushing against Steve and climbing up into his lap on the bed. Steve falls backwards and Bucky chirps happily and follows after him, already back to humping his stomach and eagerly yet gracelessly kissing his mouth. “Mm, hmmph, mmm —”

Steve laughs at his enthusiasm and groans at the feeling of the kid rubbing off on him, pushing Steve’s shirt up and smearing slick on his abs. Steve threads a hand into Bucky’s hair and pulls him back so that he can get up properly onto the bed. “Hang on, Honey. Just hang on a sec.” Bucky whines and chirps and generally makes himself into a very squirmy obstacle, but Steve is much stronger and leagues more coordinated than he is in his present condition, poor thing. He’s able to wrangle Bucky onto his back in the middle of the bed and get his shirt off of him—the only article of clothing he was left wearing, anyway.

“Ooh.” Bucky moans and writhes against the chenille blankets when he feels that softness against his naked skin. “Oh, Steeve.”

“Hang on one sec, Buck. M’right here. Not goin’ anywhere.” Steve gets back up on his knees and yanks his shirt overhead. He gets his belt loosened, his pants off, and tucks his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear, ready to shuck them as well. But he pauses and looks at Bucky when he hears the omega’s breath catch. 

Bucky is lying there with parted lips, a lax jaw, and prettily pinched eyebrows. His eyes are heated and heavy-lidded as he takes in Steve’s body. Steve smiles tenderly at him and starts to peel his underwear down, watching Bucky watch him, rapt. “What’s the most you’ve done with an alpha, Sweetheart?” he asks, putting a little bit of his Voice into the words to help make Bucky feel reassured. “Mm?”

Bucky licks his lips and stares as Steve’s cock is revealed to him. “An alpha …” he repeats dumbly. “I …” He exhales shakily as Steve tucks his underwear behind his balls and wraps a hand around the base of his shaft. “Oh, God.”

Steve waits, then asks the question again as he gives himself a squeeze and wrings his hand down to the head in one slow, indulgent stroke.

The scent of fresh slick hits the air, sharp and sweet, betraying Bucky’s growing arousal. “Just … um … just …” he breathes, rapt at the sight of Steve’s hand on his dick. “S’just you. At the hospital.”

Steve groans softly. He’d figured as much, but to hear Bucky say it out loud, that he’s a complete virgin except for the times that Steve has touched him, makes his belly flare with new heat and his cock pulse in his hand. “Yeah?” he encourages, letting go of himself so he can lower back down on top of Bucky. He uses a thigh to nudge the boy’s legs apart, making a space for himself in the cradle of his hips. Bucky whimpers and parts beautifully for it, pulling his knees up and tilting his pelvis to try and keep humping on him. Steve presses down obligingly, letting him rub his little prick against his lower abs. “No experimenting with friends?” he checks, because that’s not unheard of.

He won’t be bothered in the slightest if Bucky’s tried to scratch his itch by playing sexually with his omega peers on the ward. That sort of behavior is fairly common in group settings, especially in omegas who’re very stressed. The nesting pods in the sensory room back at Hydra, for instance, are a popular place where the omega patients will often pile up and rub on each other for comfort.

“Just me, huh?” Steve says fondly, when he can see that the answer is still a no. He smiles and cradles Bucky’s face in his hand, thumb stroking back and forth over his cheek. “You nervous?”

Bucky hesitates, but then he nods. “Just … just ‘cause it’s so private,” he says, blushing. “Because m’not used to it. But I’m not scared, I promise.” He bites his lip, eyes flitting over Steve’s face like he’s working up the nerve to admit something else. “I’m glad it’s you,” he says, smiling a little, nervous and honest. “I’m glad it’s all been with you.” 

Jesus. Steve’s whole chest feels full and warm, like bathwater about to overflow, and he doesn’t think twice before saying, “I love you, Bucky.” He nods along as Bucky chirps and his eyes water happily. “Yeah. I do.”

“Steve.” 

Bucky starts to cry, and it hurts Steve to see it, to think of how long it’s been since any person has told him that he’s loved. So he repeats it a few times more, dipping in to kiss lightly at the boy’s lax, plush mouth. “I love you, ‘mega. Love you. Love you.”

“Steve, oh.”

“Want to make love to you,” he murmurs against his cheek, lips dragging over skin, down to kiss his jaw, his neck. He mouths over the visibly swollen spot of his glands, and Bucky jerks and cries out. He starts humping frantically against him, and Steve nods and pushes down into it, giving him pressure to rut against. He slips a hand into Bucky’s hair and cradles his skull as the boy gets close. “That’s it,” he says, “That’s it, Honey. Make yourself cum.” He lets his teeth scrape lightly over Bucky’s glands. “Want to make you feel safe, ‘mega. You’re so safe with me.”

Bucky stiffens and comes, shuddering through it and clinging tightly to Steve the whole time. Steve hums encouragingly and lets him ride it out. “Good boy,” he praises. “Such a good boy for me.” He pulls back and looks down at him, smiling tenderly and admiring Bucky’s blissed out features.

Slowly, Bucky’s face relaxes from the orgasm, and his eyes flutter back open to look up at Steve. He's panting slightly, all bitten-red lips and wobbling chin and long lashes. The perfect picture of an aroused omega.

“I want to bond you, Sweetheart,” Steve whispers, knowing that this needs to be Bucky’s decision. Even if his biology ultimately took the choice away from him three years ago, Steve can at least give him the illusion of choice now. “Right here." He swipes his thumb over Bucky’s glands. “When I’m inside you. When we’re tied. I’ll bite you, and we’ll be connected forever.” He waits a moment, letting the silence emphasize the gravity of what he’s asking. “Do you want that, Bucky? To be my bondmate?”

Bucky’s breath hitches and his face absolutely crumples. He cries and nods rapidly, whining and clinging to Steve as though he can possibly get any closer. “Please, Steve, please.” He grapples for Steve’s head and kisses him sloppily, desperate and greedy. “Mmm, mmph.”

Steve indulges him for a moment or two, letting the inexperienced omega explore and make himself feel good. But then he takes control, using his fingers in Bucky’s hair to guide him. He slots their mouths together and kisses him with agonizingly slow pressure. He waits for Bucky’s muffled sob before he dares to slip inside, delving into his mouth—hot, and wet and slow—touching their tongues in a dirty roll and showing him how good it can be. “Tell me,” he insists, pulling back and thumbing at the corner of Bucky's eye. “Tell me what you want.”

Bucky whimpers and tries to kiss him again, his hands sliding restlessly over Steve's back and shoulders. “Yes,” he pants. “Yes, yes. Alpha. Mate me. B-bond.”

Steve rumbles deep in his chest as his hindbrain flares with white-hot satisfaction. 'Yes, Alpha'—that’s all he needed to hear. “Okay,” he says, making sure to give Bucky one last, tender peck on the mouth to show him that he’s not angry, that his voice has gone to gravel and his body tensed to stone because of how happy he is, how excited. Every primal, possessive part of his brain is stimulated at the thought of finally claiming Bucky as his own. Claiming this sweet, soft, vulnerable, needy boy is the only thing he’s yearned for in recent memory, and now he’s finally going to get to do it. 

He tries to hold it together for Bucky’s sake. He doesn’t want to be an animal, even though that’s exactly how he feels, his mind rapidly devolving into pinhole focus on keywords like ‘mate’ and ‘breed’ and ‘mine’. But he takes deep breaths and keeps control of his instincts because he wants this to be good for Bucky. He wants this to be lovemaking, not fucking. He wants it to be tender.

“Okay, Sweetheart,” he rasps, resting their foreheads together and nudging their noses. “Turn over on your belly when I let you up,” he says. “Can you do that for me, Omega? I want you to turn over and present for Alpha.”

Bucky mewls in excitement and his hips tilt up to rub his cocklet on Steve’s belly again. “Alpha!” he chirps happily, ostensibly from being called ‘Omega’ like that for the very first time—Affectionately, possessively.

“That’s right, Buck,” Steve praises. “I’m your Alpha. And you’re my Omega.” He kisses him once more, but pulls back before he can get carried away. He yanks himself away from Bucky, getting onto his knees and sitting back on his heels. “Come on.” He taps Bucky’s hip impatiently, grinning when he notices that it’s his own cock, resting thick and heavy between his thighs, that has Bucky wide-eyed and slack jawed in fascination.

“It got bigger,” he breathes in amazement. In the blankets, his hands twitch like he’s imagining taking hold of it.

Steve has no doubt that he would, but he tuts to discourage it because he knows he won’t have the willpower to redirect the boy if Bucky decides to start grabbing for his dick. “Don’t get distracted, now,” he rumbles, letting his Voice edge the words with authority. “Present for me, Omega. I know you know how.”

Bucky nods, still staring as a whine starts up in his throat, reedy and plaintive. He begins to bite and suck on his lower lip again as he looks his fill at what may just be the first alpha cock he’s ever seen in his life. Certainly it’s the first one he’s ever seen in person. Steve feels himself getting harder as he watches Bucky’s fascinated eyes flit between his cock and thighs and balls. He seems to like the slight bulge of Steve’s flaccid knot the best, staring hard at it as he makes unconscious little humping movements against the bed. 

Steve catches a glimpse of his slick-smeared thighs and loses patience. Bucky squeaks in surprise when Steve’s hands land on his hips and urge him to turn over. “Yes!” he yelps. 

Steve lets go, knowing that the omega wants to do it himself, wants to show his Alpha that he’s eager to present. “Good boy,” he purrs, when Bucky has gone face down and ass up in the bedcovers, his knees drawing up under himself and then spreading to achieve that picture-perfect arch in his back.

Steve shuffles closer on his knees, until his thighs are pressed all along the backs of Bucky’s. He splays one hand out on his sacrum and uses the other to part his cheeks, groaning at the sight of his pink and pulsing rim.

It's so wet. Steve sets his cock against it and holds it there, pulses his hips and watches the head peek out from the foreskin, shiny and pink, right over that wet and clenching muscle. “God,” he breathes, amazed at the contrast between them. His dick looks dark and angry against that sweet and vulnerable hole, rigid and mean where Bucky is soft and puffy. “So perfect,” he whispers.

He lets his fingers trail further down, over Bucky’s plump taint, admiring it and rubbing in gentle circles. He nudges Bucky's tight little sac, imagines how wide and bare the stretch of skin will be once Bucky’s had his operation. There’ll be so much to play with, so much smoothness and sensitivity. Steve imagines spending half an hour there, just using his mouth on him, sucking and rubbing and making him come.

“Alpha,” Bucky whines plaintively, pushing his ass back in a needy little wiggle. “Please?”

"Yeah, Baby." Steve lets go of his cock and curls over Bucky’s back, covering him, wrapping an arm under his belly and hugging him back against his chest. "I’m gonna go slow,” he promises. “Fingers, then my cock. I want another orgasm outta you before I put it in.” He kisses the nape of his neck, slides his hand back and down to slip between his cheeks and touch his fluttering rim. It’s so hot, the searing heat of his body when Steve presses the tip of a finger inside making his breath catch and his cock throb. Fuck. He’s going to be in there.

That first finger goes in with hardly any effort, Bucky's body sucking it in. Steve eases in a second when the omega begins to whine impatiently. “Shh, it’s okay,” he soothes, dragging his nose along his hairline and inhaling his scent as he gives him gentle thrusts. It so wet, so tight but so easy to move inside him. Two fingers become three as he pumps his hand, curling on every slow drag out, feeling Bucky shudder underneath him and tension pull through his body as he gets close. “You gonna cum for me, bub?” he whispers, kissing his nape. “Come on, Honey, come on …” 

Bucky moans gutturally as he tips over into orgasm, ass clenching rhythmically and flooding Steve’s hand with slick. “Oh, oh, oh …”

Steve kisses the shell of his ear. “There you go,” he praises. “Did that feel good?” Bucky nods, still panting, and whimpers a shaky little ‘yeah’ that goes straight to Steve's knot. Steve hums and pulls his fingers out. He spreads all that wetness onto his dick, squeezing himself hard at the base for a few seconds to try to stave off his own pleasure. He worries this isn’t going to last very long. “Good job, Baby. So good for me. So beautiful, so good.” He keeps murmuring praise as he pulls back on his knees and looks down at where he’s lining himself up. His cock throbs in his hand at the sight of Bucky’s puffy, twitching rim. “Fuck, Honey. You’re so beautiful.” 

Bucky moans and rocks in place, scrubbing his face into the blankets as he begs to be filled. “Please, pleease. Alpha. Steve.”

“M’right here,” Steve soothes, steadying him with a hand on his lower back. “Shhh. I’ve got you.” He rubs his cockhead back and forth, slippery and red and wet, pressing hard on Bucky's rim but not quite penetrating him. “You ready?” he whispers, waiting for Bucky’s whimper of assent before he starts to push in, slow and steady, gently increasing the pressure until Bucky's rim gives way and he pops inside. He keeps going until he’s buried to the hilt, his balls pressed up tight to Bucky’s ass. “Oh, God.” He’s so tight, his virgin cunt gripping Steve’s cock so perfectly. 

Below him, Bucky moans and looses a warbling, devastated, sob. “Oghn, Steeve!” 

“You okay, bub?” Steve tries with all his might to hold still while Bucky adjusts to his size. He pulses his hips gently, not pulling out much at all, but letting the omega feel him inside his body. “Feel good?”

“Nnngh,” Bucky whines, nodding against the blankets. “Ss-steve, please …” He starts to move his hips, trying to push back on Steve’s cock.

“Fuck, Honey. Wait, wait, wait.” Steve swallows dryly and grabs his waist as he tries not to lose control. “H-hang on, hang on,” he pants, eyes squeezing shut. “Ohfuck.” He hasn’t gotten laid in a long time, and it’s been years since he’s fucked an omega, let alone one he cares about as much as Bucky. He’d forgotten how amazing they feel. “Oh, Bucky,” he breathes, folding back over him to cover him with his bulk. “Bucky, Baby, you’re perfect.” He nuzzles into the curve of his neck, mouthing at his glands and inhaling the rich scent of omega—his omega, the boy he’s about to claim. “Fuck, Honey. I love you, you know that? So beautiful.”

Bucky mewls happily and squirms underneath his weight. “Love you, Steve, please. I’m ready. I’m ready.”

Steve growls and pulls his hips back, then ruts into him. Their skin claps together as he starts up a slow, deep pace; pulling out only halfway and fucking back into him hard and firm, their balls knocking together on every thrust. Bucky keens and tries to move with him, but there's not much he can do besides take it. He tips his head to bear his neck, whispering a quiet, “Alpha,” as Steve rocks them together. “Alpha, please, I'm ready.”

Steve seals his mouth to Bucky’s swollen glands and sucks hard. His teeth ache with the urge to bite down, and the sounds Bucky makes have his cock swelling larger, his knot catching a little more with every thrust. He realizes he’s going to come sooner than he’d like. “Buck,” he rasps, “I’m close. Gonna knot you, okay? Gonna bond you.”

Bucky keens hysterically and nods, desperate tears clogging his voice as he shoves his hips back and cries, “Alpha, alpha, alpha.”

Steve growls and slips a hand under his belly, finding his cocklet and rubbing it between his fingers. “Come on, Sweetheart,” he grits. “Want to feel you cum on my cock. One more time, come on, gimme one more.”

Bucky sobs and nods as he tips into his third orgasm. With Steve’s swelling knot inside, it’s stronger than the others, his body locking down and finding a true release from being filled. Steve smells it first, and then groans at the huge gush of slick that floods between them in a hot, sticky mess. “Oh yeah,” he groans, his knot popping fully. “Fuck, baby, you just squirted. F-ffuck …” He ruts harder, knot tugging deliciously on Bucky's rim again and again. The tight band of pleasure in his belly finally snaps, and he starts to come.

That’s when he finally, finally opens his mouth and sinks his teeth in. He feels the glands burst in his mouth, tastes blood and Bucky and mate. He growls furiously and fucks him hard, his knot tug-tug-tugging on Bucky’s rim.  

Bucky squeals and shudders through another orgasm that surpasses even the last. His release squirts in a hot gush between them, all over Steve’s groin and belly, and his turgid little cocklet spurts in Steve's hand as he loses control of his bladder. “Nnnnh!” 

“ ‘mega,” Steve growls, releasing the bite to seal his mouth over the wound and suck. Bucky wails, contracts into another orgasm, and pisses himself a little more. Steve’s lost in a cloud of bliss, physical pleasure and mental euphoria overwhelming his senses completely. He grunts and growls against Bucky’s skin, smearing blood on his shoulder and squirt between their bodies, humping and humping and not stopping. It goes on for long minutes, he isn't sure how many, but he’s vaguely aware of Bucky beneath him, dribbling and crying and shuddering in tiny little aftershocks as they ride out their tie together.

They collapse flat on the bed, hips still working in tiny movements. In the blankets, Steve slides his hand over the back of Bucky's and threads their fingers together. Bucky gives a gentle squeeze of acknowledgement, feeling blissed out and safe.

—and that, right there: Safe. That's the first time Steve feels the bond. Bucky is so incredibly happy and safe. The realization brings tears to Steve's eyes.

Finally, they’re connected. Bucky is his mate.

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Coke

Short summary: Jacky invites Jochen to his house to engage him in one of his kinks.

Rating: 18+

Pairing: Jochen Rindt/Jacky Ickx

Warnings/tags: omorashi, watersports, handjobs, established relationship

Author's note: I'm begging you that if you don't like this, don't read/interact it'll save us both a lot of grief

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Jochen kneeled on the floor as he sipped the last drops of Coke from the bottle Jacky held to his lips. He groaned a little as he leaned back, having had four bottles of Coke was not doing good things to his bladder.

However, that was exactly the point. Since becoming actual friends and a little more, Jochen had confided some of his embarrassing secrets in Jacky, and doing something like this was one of them. Jacky, though, hadn’t seemed opposed and even open to the concept. Then, one day he’d invited Jochen to his house and had started feeding him Coke by the bottle and Jochen knew exactly what was going on as soon as Jacky had insisted he drink it.

“How’re you doing, baby?” Jacky asked him gently, causing Jochen to look back up at him.

“It hurts… a little,” Jochen said, shifting uncomfortably. It was okay, though, cause in the end he knew it’d be worth it.

Jacky frowned at him. “Come here, I’ll take care of you,” he told Jochen, gesturing for him to come closer. Jochen rose from his knees and settled on Jacky’s lap, straddling his waist. “Does that feel better?”

Jochen didn’t want to admit that it actually did feel a little better. “Yeah…” he whispered.

That seemed to satisfy Jacky. “Good boy. Remember, if you need anything or if you want to stop, just let me know. This is all for you.” It made Jochen a little embarrassed at how much Jacky doted on him, but he knew it was just Jacky’s way of showing his love for him.

Jochen wasn’t sure how much time had passed. A half hour? An hour? But, by now, his bladder was really starting to ache and he shifted in place on Jacky’s lap to try and hold back the feeling of needing to go. Jacky just rested his hands on Jochen’s waist, gently rubbing the indents of his hipbones.

“Mmmmfff…” Jochen groaned again, still shifting and trying desperately to ease some of the pressure on his lower region.

“You’re doing so well, baby, and just remember that you can go or stop at any time,” Jacky’s reassuring voice was in his ears. The way Jacky showed his caring-ness almost made Jochen just want to stop and release right there, with the way it made him feel warm inside.

He was actually quite focused on not doing that at that moment, and at this point he was doing anything to keep the liquid inside of him. Which included rutting against Jacky. Jochen’s eyes were now shut and his breathing hitched as he tightened his thighs around Jacky’s waist, rutting into his crotch. It didn’t make Jochen feel any better that this was causing him to grow a hard-on. “Jacky…” he gasped, “I really, really have to go…”

Jacky just smiled and snaked his hands up Jochen’s back, still petting and rubbing him gently. “It’s okay, baby boy. I know you can do it, and I know you can show me you can.”

Jochen just buried his face in the crook of Jacky’s neck, not wanting to show his embarrassment. He knew it was about to happen and he didn’t exactly want to see it happen to himself either.

It started slowly at first. He paused his rutting into Jacky when he felt the first drops of piss in his boxers. He was sure Jacky knew what was going on but that didn’t stop him from continuing to comfortingly pet Jochen. Then, it was as if the floodgates opened. Jochen was full on grinding into Jacky at this point as he went, not even caring how embarrassing he was sure he looked. It was too warm and pleasurable for him to care. Eventually, Jacky’s jeans were too full of liquid to hold anymore and the both of them listened to the drip-drip-drip of the piss onto the hardwood floor.

By the time he was finished, Jochen was absolutely burning up. He refused to remove his face from Jacky’s neck, not wanting to look at himself no matter how much the whole situation turned him on.

“What a good boy you are, I’m so proud of you baby,” Jochen could hear Jacky telling him. He then felt a hand being removed from his back and moving down to his crotch area. “Green?” Jacky asked.

“Green,” Jochen nearly gasped, he was still on a kind of cloud nine at the moment.

He felt his own jeans being unbuttoned and his fly being unzipped, Jacky’s skilled hands behind the movements. He then pulled both his soaked jeans and boxers around the swell of his ass so his erect cock was exposed. Jacky breathed in and out heavily. “Look at you, so pretty like this. I had no idea this turned you on so much.”

A hand then took Jochen’s sensitive, damp cock, swiping up and down in swift strokes, the other hand cupping his balls. All Jochen could do was squirm and whimper into Jacky’s neck. After a while of this, Jochen could feel his orgasm beginning and his balls tighten. “Jacky,” he moaned, “I’m gonna… I’m gonna…”

Just in the way that Jacky had been jerking him off, Jochen came swiftly, spurting white icing all over Jacky’s hand and all over his own jeans. His body relaxed into Jacky’s, letting off all the steam of the past few hours. “Thank you, Jacky,” he huffed.

“You’re welcome, baby boy. I just want to make you happy,” Jacky replied in earnest. They laid like that for a while longer, listening to and feeling the breathing motions of each other. “How about we get cleaned up?” Jacky asked Jochen after some time.

“You don’t have to ask me twice,” Jochen agreed, the piss soaked into his clothes having turned cold and stuck to his skin.

[seekerwingzcg]

ℕ𝕠 𝕄𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥: ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟚

The boys learn more about each other and get nasty again. At least this time it's in the shower.

[krazykit]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12399783/chapters/28214112

Somethings are too good to not share

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH PLEASE

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12399783/chapters/28214112

Fellow piss kinkers let us unite

[homo-rashi]

Kinktober 2023 | Public Embarassment

Original Male Character x Original Male Character

Yuu was completely enthralled with Akihiko. Hearing his stories of his past, eating the delicious food he recommended, getting completely lost is the dark, ashe like color of his eyes as he speaks so fondly about the owner of this little cafe, of this formerly bustling onsen town…If only his body hasn't jolted him out of his completely concentration on Akihiko. 

He went to take another sip of the warm rice based drink, after losing count of how many free refills he has been provided, he finally feels warm from the inside out and is dying to pee. Yuu honestly, had to go before Akihiko and him even go onto the train. Having waited at the station for almost an hour beforehand, drinking a hot coffee from a nearby vending machine to stay warm, He figured they would be at their destinations soon and he could relieve himself there, except, they were on the train for two hours…

Now, he doesn't want to get up, break the flow-oh god don't think about things flowing-of their conversation to excuse himself to the restroom, a restroom he hasn't seen. He has been looking. Whenever Akihiko breaks the conversion to take a bite, chew and swallow it, he has let his eyes wander around the small cafe, finding only a door back to the kitchen and nothing more.

“Aki-chan, would you two like desert? Its on the house!” Mimino-san comes back over to clear their plates, 

“Are you going to let me pay for anything? Come on, I gotta show Yuu-san that I'm treating him on our first date, like a gentleman.” Akihiko jokes with the older woman. It makes Yuu’s heart swell, imagining this is how Akihiko might interact with his own grandmother. 

“Yuu-kun! You mustn't let our princess pay!” Mimiko jokes, hustling back to the kitchen, presumably not taking no on the deserts. 

“Akihiko…How does Mimiko know about Aki-chan?” Yuu asks, genuinely curious. He was under the impression that Akihiko’s crossdressing was a very, very big secret from the hushed tone he recalled his past in, but clearly, Mimiko san thinks of Akihiko as a girl, or rather a princess. 

“Ah, well, I left that part out for a reason, it's rather embarrassing.” Yuu swears he can see a faint blush creep up on his cheeks, and now he had to know, 

“Come on, you read my horribly embarrassing english essays, I think I deserve some blackmail material on you.” Yuu teases, He wiggles slightly in his seat, pushing his cup of amazake away so he doesn't take another sip. He just has to get through the desert and then he can slip away to the restroom at the train station. 

“I thought I was so smart, you know, coming here where nobody would know me. I was pretending to be so confident…but I actually thought I still looked like a guy.” Yuu can't believe that, 

“But, you. Um, sorry if this isn't a compliment anymore, but you look very feminine…I actually thought you were a woman the first time I saw you.” Yuu is only slightly embarrassed at the admission hen Akihiko's face lights up, 

“I thought so, most people do when they see me from behind, but you still found me attractive when you found out I was a man…?” Akihiko teased further, 

“Even more so…actually.” Yuu blushes extremely hard at admitting that out loud, but pushes past it, urging Akihiko to continue with his story. Mimiko quietly drops off two bowls of Zenzai, a sweet red bean soup with mochi. 

“Well, Even so. I didnt think my whole plan through and one week while I was here, I ended up drinking a little too much at juice bar, free samples and such. I didnt have alot of money cause I was paying for my own university but…” Akihiko pauses, taking a big spoonful of his desert. Yuu does the same but cringes as he feels more liquid being added to his body. Of all the traditional desserts, mimiko-san had to choose the only liquid one he could think of. 

“I wasn't nearly ready to go home but I really had to um, relieve myself…” Yuu’s eyes go wide. Of course, when he is in this predicament, this would be the story Akihiko is telling. He tenses his legs under the table, uncrossing and recrossing them. 

“Oh-” Yuu doesn't know how to respond, he just wants to sound natural, not like he has to ‘relieve himself’ extremely badly right now. 

“Yeah and I was dressed like a woman, but I didn't think I really looked like one, and I was well am, a man. Going into the women's restroom like that was, well, not an option and the mens also could have been dangerous…” Yuu feels bad for Akihiko’s past self. He can definitely relate to the feeling of needing to go and nothing having a place to. 

“So, I went on with my day, just hoping it would go away…but that's not how it works. I ended up wobbling into Mimiko-san’s shop, like, hands between my legs.” 

“Oh my god.” Yuu laughs slightly at the mental image, he gently rests his free hand in his lap, realizing he can hold himself under the table without Akihiko seeing. He instantly feels relief. 

“Yeah, it wasn't my finest moment. I found Mimiko-san, she was younger and bussing tables, I frantically ran up to her, asking if he has a restroom…completely forgetting to change my voice at all-” 

“So you sounded like you do now?” Yuu asked, he was picturing Aki-chan with a very high pitched, normal female japanese voice this whole time, but he guesses, Akihiko couldn't really change his voice that much.

“A little higher, but basically yes…Mimiko-san did clock me immediately but she told me there were public restrooms at the station and they only had a private restroom for staff in the back and I didnt know what to do, so I…Lifted up my wig, showing her my short hair, and I just said  ‘I either use your restroom or your floor, miss’ and she took me back, and then helped me fix my hair and did my makeup and yelled at me for how dangerous what I was doing was and then, she let me always get changed here for a year, until I went to the states.” 

‘Wow. Mimiko-san was just…okay with it?” Yuu asked, normally, older japanese women were very set in their ways about lgbt stuff, if they even know what it is. 

“Yuu, Mimiko is a trans woman…Why do you think she and her husband are still running this shop, she never could have any kids and in japan…she cant adopt.” Yuu’s eyes widen, 

“I-I had no idea!” He looks over at Mimiko-san shocked, but happy, happy she was able to help Akihiko in his time of need, now thought, he knows there is a bathroom but- is his circumstance really bad enough to ask to use the private restroom…

Yuu decides not to ask when Mimiko-san comes over and tries to refuse Akihiko’s payment and tip, Arguing that they don't do tips in Japan and Akihikp arguing back that he lived in San Francisco, and to not disrespect his American culture. Mimiko ends up taking the money and hugging Akihiko and himself goodbye, the tight squeeze of her arms around his body makes his shift in place, reeling how badly he has to go now that he is standing up. 

Leaving the cafe, Yuu expects Akihiko to turn to the train station, but he doesn't, instead, Yuu’s hand is taken once more and they head in the opposite direction. Five minutes later Yuu finds himself casually strolling through a park with Akihiko, hand in hand, it would be romantic. If Yuu didn't have his other free hand, in his pocket squeezing his cock for dear life, squeezing everything for dear life at this point. 

“If it's too busy, we can…not- '' Akihiko goes to pull his hand away, but Yuu is also squeezing it. He didn't even realize he was doing it. Yuu lets him go but without Akihiko pulling him along, he cant find the will to move, to part his legs. He really, really should have spoken up at the restaurant, but it's too late. They left, they have walks farther from the station, too far, too-

“You feeling alright? Let’s sit down, okay?” Yuu can't even process Akihiko moving him over to a nearby bench, assisting him in sitting down. He feels wetness drip onto his upper lips, he is sweating, yet he can see his breath. “Do you feel like you're going to be sick?” Akihiko asks, and Yuu can hear the worry and sincerity in his voice, Yuu doesn't say anything, not trusting his voice, he just shakes his head, he wishes he was sick, but no, he is about to wet himself because he cant speak up for himself. 

“Can you walk? Maybe you need some water-” Akihiko goes to stand, but Yuu cant. He is leaking, he feels it. His boxers soak it all up, but if he stands, it will be all over, He won't be able to hold it. 

“Hide me.” Yuu reaches up and grabs Akihiko's hand. He is going to wet himself, for the first time in years, on his first date with a guy, with Akihiko. 

“What? I don't understand, Yuu, What's wrong?” Akihiko is bending down in front of him, looking him in the eyes. Yuu can't, He cant hold it, He can't be looking at Akihiko when it happens, so he leans his head forward, slumping his weight into Akihiko’s suit jacket shoulder, Whats starts as a small drip, erupts into a waterfall falling through the wooden slats of the bench, onto the concrete park walkway below them. 

“Oh-” Yuu can't take the acknowledgment of Akihiko knowing what has just hapepned.He feels him, Akihiko pulling away, Yuu covers his face with his hands, not longer being shielded by Akihiko's warm body. He feels so utterly alone and humiliated. 

“Mommy- is that man okay?” He hears the child's voice, followed by rushed shushes from a few women, He is crying, shaking, when he feels the warm, soft fabric off something falling over his lap. 

“Sorry, there, nobody can see now. You're okay. If you didn't feel well, you should have said something.” Yuu finds the familiar warmth of Akihiko inffront of him, un-shielding his eyes, he sees Akihiko's suit jacket covering his lower half, that is now wet and cold, His accident having long finished during his breakdown. 

“I-I’m sorry.” He sobs, He isn't sick, He is just an idiot, an idiot with a small bladder, and an idiot who is beyond embarrassed.

“It's okay, seriously. Let's get you home. You need to rest and get cleaned up.” Akihiko stands, but Yuu doesn't. He knows what he looks like, it's so obvious he wet himself, 

“Here, Tie this around your waist, nobody will see.” Yuu stands, letting Akihiko take his own suit jacket from his lap and tie it around him. It's still obvious from the front what happened, but at least some people will be oblivious to his shame. “Come on, if you need to stop for anything, let me know, okay?” Yuu nods, still not wanting to speak and follows Akihiko to the train station.