#omorashi fanfiction

[dream-beyond-the-dawn]

Punishment

jjk Omorashi

Mahito hated the stupid meetings they were forced to attend. Not necessarily because they were boring; but because they were extremely long.

The last one he attended, he needed to use the bathroom in the middle of. He had asked to be excused but Kenjaku refused to let him leave.

He eyed the water that sat in front of him. It was extremely hot that day but he didn't want a repetition of the last meeting where he nearly left with wet pants.

"Are we ready to begin?" Kanjaku asked before sitting down at the head of the table they had their meetings at.

Mahito sat between Jogo and Hanami and tried not to draw any attention to himself.

He knew he was in trouble.

He had failed to kill Yuji and nearly been defeated by Nanami. He had mostly healed from the fight but he still had a few noticable marks that weren't there before.

Against his better judgement, Mahito took a few sips of his water before pushing it away from him so he wouldn't be tempted by it again.

"Mahito."

He tried not to flinch when he heard his name. He looked across the table to Kenjaku, who was staring directly at him.

"Your last mission was a failure."

Mahito nodded silently, feeling uncomfortable. Without thinking he reached for his cup of water and took another sip of it as he often did when he was nervous.

"Why?"

"It was a two against one fight. The kid is way stronger than I anticipated. I had Nanami in my domain but he managed to break it." His hand holding the cup started to shake so he held it still with his other one.

Kenjaku himself looked surprised at that. He nodded. "Very well."

He turned his attention to the next topic but now Mahito was pissed off.

Jogo didn't get called out in front of everyone for being defeated by Gojo. Hell, he had his entire head ripped off. He would have died if it weren't for Hanami but he didn't get called out like that.

Mahito crossed his arms and took another drink of water.

He started at his cup. He had already drank at least a third of it by now. He pushed it away once again and tried to focus on the meeting.

The next hour was filled with Kenjaku explaining their goals with a few comments from others at the meeting.

Mahito tuned it all out. Instead he opted to think about the next time he was out in public. He could vent his anger on all those worthless humans.

He leaned back in his seat once again and his heart sank when he realized his bladder was starting to fill. He moved to a more comfortable position and made a mental note not to drink anymore water. These meetings could last hours depending on how much material they had to go through.

Maybe it would be over in another hour Mahito told himself.

An hour later and Mahito was nearly unable to sit still. No position was comfortable with how full his bladder was and he didn't want to draw anymore negative attention to himself so he crossed his legs under the table and tried his best to sit still.

Jogo and Hanami didn't seem to notice anything was wrong. He hoped not anyway.

He glanced around for anything he could distract himself with. He tried listening to the meeting discussion but he couldn't focus anymore.

If it weren't for his last mission being a failure, he would have simply stood up and insisted he needed to be excused...but he couldn't now.

Mahito swallowed nervously. He could feel himself start to sweat and this time it wasn't because of the heat.

"Will you stop moving around?" Jogo hissed at him.

"But I'm so bored." Mahito whined in his usual manner hoping that Jogo hadn't picked up on his predicament.

That caught Hanami's attention too. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine." He reassured more seriously this time.

"Does anyone have anything to add?" Kenjaku asked.

Mahito had never been more relieved in his life to hear that question. That meant the meeting was finally almost over.

Everyone was silent so Kenjaku adjourned the meeting.

Finally.

Mahito got up ready to leave when he heard his name being called.

Fuck.

"Yes?"

"I need to talk to you in private."

Mahito felt his entire body go cold. He wasn't worried about this taking a long time, he was worried about Kenjaku hurting him. Mahito knew he didn't stand a chance in a fight against him.

He followed him into a separate part of the building. While he was turned around Mahito shoved both hands between his legs. It was starting to hurt he had been holding it for so long.

"I want you to know that I'm not mad at you."

Mahito stood there as straight as he could manage without pissing his pants in front of his, in a way, boss.

"But I've noticed you've been too careless lately. You killed an entire theatre full of teenagers for what? Don't misunderstand me; I'm not angry that you're taking human lives. I could care less. But you're bringing too much attention to us."

As Mahito was standing there, he felt a tiny drop of piss escape him. It was enough that he visibly started to panic.

"What's gotten into you Mahito?"

"Can I be excused for a few -"

"Sit."

Mahito did as he was told. He jammed both hands between his legs once again as soon as he was seated. He knew he was about to piss his pants in front of Kenjaku.

Why couldn't it have been anyone but him?

"Please, I need to pee!" He finally blurted out.

"Are you a child?" Kanjaku smirked at him.

That's when Mahito realized that Kenjaku knew the whole time. He knew Mahito needed to use the bathroom. This was his punishment.

He swallowed again as tears started to fill his eyes. He felt pathetic; like a human. Like a human who would wet themselves and then cry about it.

Mahito held back his tears the best he could until another long drop escaped. He felt a warm wetness on his hand that was still glued to his crotch.

"Please! I'm about to pee my pants!" Tears started to run down his face against his will. Crying in front of Kenjaku was the last thing he ever wanted to do- next to wetting himself in front of him. Apparently he was doomed to do both.

Kenjaku calmly walked over to him before sitting across from him. "Move your hands."

"No!" Mahito sobbed as he felt Kenjaku's hands on his arms, pulling them away to reveal a large wet spot.

As soon as he pulled his arms away, Mahito lost all control. He pulled his arms out of his grip but he was late. Mahito stood there, trying desperately to stop the flow, but it was too powerful.

He didn't dare look at Kenjaku.

"You really are pathetic."

Mahito let out another sob as he stood there, wetting himself like a human. This was beyond humiliating.

"It's your fucking fault!" Mahito yelled through tears that he tried to wipe away. "You did this on purpose!'

Kenjaku didn't confirm or deny it but Mahito knew the truth. This was supposed to be his punishment all along. He wouldn't even be surprised if there was some sort of diuretic in his drink.

"I don't know what you're talking about. Now clean up your mess."

After he left the room, Mahito looked down at his pants through tears. They were soaked all the way down to his ankles with his own urine. He hadn't had an accident since he was a human.

He began to cry again as he started cleaning the room in his now cold and soaked pants.

"I'll get that fucker back." He said to no one. "He won't even know it's me."

[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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[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

[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

[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.

[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.

[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.

[dream-beyond-the-dawn]

Prisoner

Game of thrones Omorashi.

Content warning: contains mild elements of torture. Also in this fanfiction, Ramsay doesn't take Theon's pp.

"Kneel." Ramsay looked down at Theon with a diabolical look on his face.

Theon did as he was told without hesitation. Ramsay had made sure Theon knew exactly what to do when instructed to kneel before him.

He knelt in front of Ramsey, legs folded underneath him.

"I have a surprise for you."

Theon felt like a bucket of ice had been thrown over his head. Surprises from Ramsay Bolton we're almost never- were never good.

I've been good I promise I-"

"Quiet." Ramsay said but there was something unusual in his tone.

Theon watched from below as he pulled a wine cup from the table and filled it, before handing it down to him.

"I want to play a fun game that I think you'll enjoy." He smiled as he handed the cup to Theon. "Drink."

"How much My Lord?"

"Good question." Ramsay pretended to be in deep debate with himself before he came to a conclusion.

"All of it."

"As you wish."

Theon found himself almost wishing that the wine had some sort of poison in it but he knew he would never be let off that easily by someone as sick as Ramsay.

When he finished the wine, a discomfort started to form in his bladder.

He knew better than to let Ramsay know that. As long as he obeyed it should be over with soon.

"It's been a long day today." Ramsay sat down, never taking his eyes off of Theon. "I could use a drink."

Theon pretended not to notice Ramsay's eyes on him. He pretended that he didn't realize Ramsay was taunting him. He knew exactly what he was doing.

"Would you like a drink, Reek?"

A cold feeling ran down his spine when he realized that Ramsay was not only toying with him, but he was trying to find another way to torture him.

"No thanks My Lord." Theon stayed in the same position with his legs under him, which was starting to become uncomfortable.

Not as uncomfortable as his bladder, however. Ramsay made him drink so much- and so fast. It was all starting to hit him.

.

Theon shifted uncomfortably when Ramsay looked away to glance at something on the other side of the room.

Ramsay looked at Theon before shaking the bottle with enough momentum that it made the most agonizing sound.

"Is something the matter Reek?" His tone would have sounded concerned to anyone else. Theon himself was almost convinced by his act at first. He knew better now.

"I'm fine My Lord." He shifted slightly from where he knelt.

"You're lying." The previous charm in his voice was completely gone this time. He scooted his chair closer to Theon, who tensed up for a blow that never came.

Instead, a hand rested on his shoulder. To an outsider it would have looked like an affectionate gesture but Theon knew it was a threat.

"There's no need to be embarrassed."

"I'm not." He said in one of his rare moments of defiance before he instantly regretted it and put his head back down.

He knew if he admitted he needed to piss Ramsay would turn it into some sort of sick game that he wanted no part of. When he was sure Ramsay wasn't looking, he pressed his legs together as well as he could in a kneeling position which was starting to hurt his knees.

It provided him almost no relief whatsoever.

He froze when he felt the cold tip of Ramsay's sword on his stomach. He didn't press it in hard enough to cause any pain but it did out pressure on Theon's already aching bladder.

This time he couldn't help but squirm away from the tip of the sword. "Please, don't."

Ramsay paused as if he were thinking before he smiled and retracted his sword. "If you can wait another hour then I won't kill you. Doesn't that sound fun?"

Ramsay had threatened to kill him multiple times. There were even times where he nearly succeeded too so Theon knew it wasn't an idle threat. But he also knew there was going to be another catch.

He nervously glanced at the other bottle that he brought with him only to realize that Ramsay saw what he was looking at.

Theon was sweating profusely now. He was scared and desperate but above all, he was helpless. He was a prisoner to the most sadistic man the gods had ever placed on the earth, who was also extremely powerful.

"Were you looking at this?" Ramsay made a show of grabbing the bottle of wine off of the table. "Have some more wine, Reek."

Theon wanted to refuse but he knew better. The old him would have fought back without the fear of dying.

Now he was knelt on the floor in front of his captor on the verge of an accident.

"No thanks." He knew that would be his breaking point. His bladder couldn't handle so much as a single drop more or it felt like it would explode.

"You're not very fun today." He said with a pout. "So I guess I'll make this a bit more interesting."

Theon watched in horror, trying not to show how terrified he was. Ramsay was calm tonight but that didn't always mean he was going to be less cruel than usual.

Ramsay sat an hourglass on the table loud enough to catch Theon's attention.

"If you piss before the glass runs out-" Ramsay grabbed his sword and held it to Theon's throat this time. There was more force behind it which meant he wasn't messing around. "I'll kill you."

"I can't." He said, voice barely a whisper. "I can't do it I-"

The entire room felt like it was shaking now but in reality it was only him. He had never been so terrified in his life because he knew that Ramsay was about to kill him. He would be remembered as a coward; a traitor.

He watched as the sand slowly trickled through the small opening into the bottom of the hourglass.

"You can." Ramsay said. "And you will."

He flinched when he heard the sound of a sword being drawn before realizing in horror that he had leaked a bit. It wasn't enough to leave a visible mark but he knew his time was running out.

Theon bit his lip until he tasted blood. There was no way he could wait until the hourglass ran out.

He looked around the room for anything he could distract himself with but there was nothing. Even if he could distract himself from the fear, he couldn't ignore the pain and pressure on his abdomen.

"Did I ever tell you about the time I fed a girl to my dogs?" Ramsay asked suddenly, causing Theon to jump. "I think that's what I'll do to you if you can't follow the rules. Sound fair?"

Another leak forced its way out. This time Theon had to readjust the way he was sitting so Ramsay couldn't see the wet spot.

But Ramsay gave him a knowing look. "Reek." He stood up, approaching Theon. "Did I give you permission to move?"

"I can't. I'm sorry, I can't." He felt so pathetic as more urine forced its way out, leaving a very noticeable wet stain.

"Reek." Ramsay's voice had a warning in it.

But Theon couldn't stop it the next time. He clenched his fists and tried to will his bladder to stop - even though it was already too late.

There he sat, helpelessly wetting himself like a child in front of the man who would kill him for it.

Then his body began to shake as Ramsay got closer but this time his vision started to blur too. Maybe Ramsay had poisoned him or-

"Theon!"

Theon sat up straight so fast that he nearly rolled out of his bed. It took him a moment of panic to realize that it was just Yara, who looked concerned.

So he had been dreaming?

"Why are you here?"

"I heard you shoutin'. I thought you were being attacked at first but then I realized it was a nightmare."

Now that the relief had worn off, he was embarrassed. He shifted in his bed only to realize that not every aspect of his dream was a dream.

He looked at his soaked clothes and suddenly felt his face turn red.

"I'm fine. I'm sorry for disturbing you."

Now that he came to the realization that he was wet, he wanted nothing more than to change clothes and try to go back to sleep.

"You didn't disturb me." Yara corrected. "You worry me."

"I'm fine."

"You call wetting the bed and waking up screaming fine?"

Her tone had no judgement in it and Theon knew she was right but he wasn't ready for this conversation yet.

She sat on the edge of the bed beside him and ran a hand through his hair like she used to do when they were kids. "I'll get you a change of clothes and sheets. "

I hope this was okay! Work has been kicking my ass so I haven't had much time to write but I'm trying my best lol.

Don't apply for a job at the post office unless you hate yourself.

I'm working on an Attack on Titan omo fic that I'm almost done with so expect that one soon too! :)

[pissekai]

i poured sweat blood tears and LOTS OF PISS into crafting project sekai omorashi. i feel liek a founding mother i wrote the first pjsk omo fic on ao3. well actually there was one where someone from kamiyama (forgot who) pisses in a bottle but thats not omo that was just shits and gigglws and it was rlly funny hehe

and yet despite pjsk growing more and more popular there’s like 10x more shotacon and noncon than piss. people get your priorities straight !

[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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[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

[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

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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.

A.N.: I've had some asks about this fic , requesting extra ending scenes, so I'll likely swing back around at some point and add more parts to the epilogue, but for now this is the official ending. Hope y'all enjoyed! Thanks for reading!

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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.

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Omovember Day 10: Just about made it

prompt list • my fills

Logistical Note: I skipped day 9's prompt.

fandom: ＷＫＭ victim: Ａctor Ｍark flavor: desperate wetting

Sometimes, when watching a film or show with Mark, his friends heard more of his opinions than they did of the actual story onscreen. This, though, was only when rewatching something, or when watching something he had little to no respect for. If he was viewing something he held in higher esteem, especially for the first time, he demanded silence and rapt attention — on punishment of dealing with Mark having taken offense for the rest of the day.

He had been away filming his own production during the release of the latest film from a top director who Mark favored more than was favored by. So, he’d say it had been scheduling conflicts that had prevented him from starring in the film, but this was somewhat wishful thinking — he’d declined the audition in the first place due to the standing conflict. So, something of a rival of Mark’s had landed the part instead. Surely, Mark would love to tear apart any perceived shortcomings in his performance, but on the first viewing, he needed to merely absorb it all — which meant he demanded silence. He still wanted companionship, though, and someone to talk at discuss with after, so his partners (Damien, the District Attorney, and Ben) had been invited to join him.

This was all well and good, really, except before the end of the film, Mark began squirming in his seat. First it was some innocuous shifting — chalked up to a simple change of position — but then it became thighs pressed together, leg bouncing, and finally, a hand shooting down to his crotch. All the while, of course, Mark hadn’t looked away from the screen, and as obvious as it was to the others that he was veritably potty-dancing on the couch, they equally well knew he genuinely didn’t notice his needs when he was too absorbed in something else, as he was now.

Ben had noticed first, and exchanged glances with the DA and with Damien as they, too, were cued in. Damien and the DA, though, were more inclined to let Mark figure it out himself than to provoke him to fuss at them about interruptions, so it was Ben who spoke up first, as well. “Master Mark?” And, when Mark didn’t react, he leaned forward, placing a hand on Mark’s shoulder. “Master.”

Mark broke his concentration with a scowl. “Whatever it is, it can wait, Ben! We’re almost to the end.”

“Sir, I’m not—”

Mark shushed him rudely, earning a sigh of annoyance that was ignored if it was heard at all.

Damien caught Ben’s eye again and shrugged, expressing a reassignment to this particular peculiarity of Mark’s. He’d figure it out sooner or later, after all. But, unlike Damien, Ben felt Mark’s bodily needs were, to some extent, his responsibility as his butler. So, he stood, moving to pause the film.

“Ben!” Mark said, sitting up indignantly.

“Master Mark,” Ben returned firmly, “I think you could do with a short break.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?!” Mark huffed. Though his concentration had been interrupted, which was often enough to reacquaint himself to his bodily needs, he’d immediately switched his focus to annoyance with the interruption, so he’d not taken stock.

“You need to use the restroom, Master.”

Mark opened his mouth, clearly planning to protest again, but now that he was forced to pay attention, he realized he genuinely was on the verge of an accident. “O-oh,” he stammered instead, hurrying to his feet. He didn’t understand why this happened to him, but in times like these, he didn’t have time to stand around thinking about it. He kept holding himself firmly with one hand, rushing out of the room. Luckily, the bathroom wasn’t too far away from the theatre room. Now that he was aware of it, his need was all-consuming — a cold sweat left him slightly clammy, and each desperate step sent little electric shocks through him.

Mark stepped over the threshold, and his need peaked — he was forced to a stop, whimpering and dancing in place just feet from the toilet. Shame flooded him; he couldn’t allow himself to lose control here — it was bad enough that he’d been just yards from the bathroom this whole time.

Mark forced himself to move, but the too-big step breached his control: A loud, hissing leak soaked into his clothes — he heard it first, piercing the near-silence, and then felt its heat, and he froze again. The delay ate up all the time he had left, though; he only barely headed off the first leak before more piss forced its way out of him. He was holding himself with both hands, now, but it did nothing to help him regain control again. He couldn’t move like this, either; he danced in place for a moment more, glaring daggers at the toilet just ahead of him. Spurts of wetness had soaked through his crotch and, as he felt piss begin to drip through his fingers, Mark gave up with a defeated whine. He let go, holding his now-soiled hands awkwardly to his sides. Glorious relief began to set in as he thoroughly soaked his pants, though Mark could hardly enjoy it.

It didn’t not feel good, though. The warmth cascaded down his legs, pooling below him. The size of the puddle betrayed how badly he’d needed to go.

When his stream subsided, he took a shaky breath, looking down at the damage. He wasn’t one for cleaning up after himself; he’d claim he wouldn’t know where to start. But he thought he should at least wash his hands, so he tip-toed out of his puddle — ineffectually, as he still tracked and dripped across the floor. The cool water from the tap contrasted with the heat still emanating from his wet pants — and his hot blush.

Before he finished, though, he heard footsteps approaching. As desperate as he’d been, he’d failed to close the door, so when he spun around to try to explain himself, he came face to face with Damien, who was holding a towel. He looked amused, but his eyes were kind as always.

Mark just pouted, pleading for sympathy rather than ridicule.

“Ben’s gone to get you some clean clothes,” Damien told him. “I brought this so that you can dry off enough to get to a shower.” This was only a half-bathroom, so Mark would have to make a trek of shame to somewhere he could clean up properly. Damien stepped around the puddle, holding the towel out to Mark, and leaned in to kiss him on the cheek when he’d handed it off.

“Thanks,” Mark mumbled glumly. He was blushing even brighter now that he knew his partners had found out — he didn’t even want to ask if they’d just assumed he wouldn't make it or if they’d heard him having his accident.

“Of course, my love. We’ll rewind the film a bit and finish up once you’re ready. …But do apologize to Benjamin, Mark, you know he’s looking out for you.”

“Yeah, I know..!” Mark huffed. He’d only needed a few more seconds… which meant he might’ve made it to the toilet if he’d listened to Ben from the start. “I-I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

This was a clear attempt at dismissal and Damien chuckled. “Not until you’re dried off — the least you can do for Ben is keep this all to one place for him to clean up.”

Mark huffed again, offended at the insinuation he might not do this responsibly, but he complied, shedding his wet things on the already-wet floor and patting himself down with the dry towel. “May I go now?” he asked sarcastically.

Damien took a long look, down and back up again, making Mark’s stomach flip with shame — and a surprising arousal — at being “checked out” after having an accident, and while still merely half-clothed to Damien’s sharp dress.

“I think you may,” Damien proclaimed with a smirk. He’d been teasing more than flirting, but made a mental note of the way Mark had reacted.

—

With that, Mark hurried to shower off any of the shameful remains of his accident. Ben brought his fresh clothes in while the water heated up. “Thank you, Ben,” Mark mumbled, avoiding his gaze.

Ben waited a moment, and Mark added, “and I’m sorry.” He wasn’t the best at apologies, but he was practicing.

“For what?” Ben prompted gently. (His partners were the ones making him practice.)

Mark pulled a tortured face. Ben knew already, so why’d Mark have to say it?! He thought for a long moment, trying to find accurate words. “Being, um, rude,” Mark decided on.

“You’re forgiven,” Ben said, kissing his forehead, “but please remember this next time, sir.”

This would be an unfortunately potent sensory reminder, so Mark suspected he might.

—

Mark kept his shower short, wanting to put this behind him as soon as possible and ensure he could still finish the film tonight. He returned to the theatre room, where his partners were talking amongst themselves.

“All better?” the District Attorney asked, shifting to allow space between them and Damien for Mark to cuddle up in — which he slid into gratefully.

“Mmhmm,” Mark mumbled.

“And did you apologize to Ben?” they asked, kissing the top of his head.

“Yes!” Mark whined, hiding his face in their chest — so he felt, as well as heard, their warm chuckle.

“Yes, he did,” Ben confirmed, again making Mark want to fuss — like they didn’t think they could just take Mark’s word.

“So, are we ready to finish the film?” Damien murmured.

Memories of everything Mark had seen thus far crept back into his awareness. He did want to finish the film — its ending, after all, was likely to influence not only his overall opinion but also his thoughts on the minutiae throughout. “Yes. Ben, could you resume it, please?” (Mark phrased his request especially politely to reinforce the fact that he could be well-mannered.)

Ben obliged with an amused smile. “Of course, Master.”