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“How about we both hold it until tonight?” Harry asks as she ties her shorts. She, unfortunately, has work today while Louis has off. She’s jealous, especially looking at her rumpled boyfriend half asleep in their bed.
“Wha...?” Louis murmurs, blinking awake, She feels his gaze trail up her body as if she was naked, and she smirks at herself in the mirror.
“Eyes up here, mister.” Harry turns around, stalking over to Louis. They keep eye contact, except when Harry leans down and her cleavage comes into view, Louis’ gaze dropping for a split second. Sigh, she hates that she loves this man. “I
said
,” She kisses his lips, barely separating their lips, “How about we both hold it until tonight?”
Louis furrows his brows, blurry in Harry’s vision. “Hold what?”
“Our piss.” She says, like it’s obvious. What else would they hold? Keep up, Louis.
“Oh.” His eyebrows raise, his throat clicking when he swallows. “Considering I really have to go right now, could we not?”
Harry laughs, standing back up. “How about if you have to pee before noon, you can go. After that, you have to wait for me to get home.” She rubs her hand down Louis’ naked torso, pressing on his bladder and smirking at Louis’ whimper. “Sound good?”
Louis nods, wrapping his hand around Harry’s wrist to avoid any further torture. Too bad.
With another kiss, Harry starts toward the door of their bedroom. She pauses, smiling when she turns back to Louis, whose eyes never left her. “Oh, and if you successfully manage to hold your bladder, I’ll show you what I have under my clothes.”
She scurries out of the room, giggling when Louis groans.
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Honestly, Harry didn’t have anything spectacular under her work clothes. What she had planned would be too uncomfortable to wear underneath clothes, but she knows how to play her boyfriend. How to tease him just right. And it worked, if Louis sending a picture of his cock hard in his boxers at 12:30 has anything to say about that.
She had made sure to pee right before the clock hit noon, knowing she would have to make it another five and a half hours, and probably more, until she could go again. The thing is, not being allowed to go makes her want to go
more
. She’s barely had anything to drink all afternoon (kind of a lie, she did drink an entire regular sized water bottle), and her bladder twinges every time she moves. It’s fine, it’s almost five o’clock and then she just has to make it thirty minutes home. Not too bad.
Her phone buzzes.
can u leave early ?
She’s clearly not the only one who’s struggling. She looks around, most of her coworkers are already gone. Maybe she could sneak out. But she doesn’t want to be in bad blood with her boss.
just ten more minutes, lou
more like forty.
A pause.
i have to go so bad
And it’s followed with a picture of him, still laying in bed, hair mussed and eyes dilated. Fuck, watersports always gets him so hard. So fucking desperate for her. His whines and high pitched begging voice gets her wet like nothing else. She glances at the clock again, and figures she can take a reprimand. She’ll just have to take her coworkers down with her.
She doesn’t respond, just packs up her things and practically jogs out of her office. She stops in the bathroom, slipping into her lingerie piece, and then putting on her big winter coat that is not necessary for the current weather outside. Luckily, it’s cold enough for it to not seem too suspicious.
The drive home is quicker than usual, having to take back roads to avoid traffic. Her bladder makes itself known with every turn and short-stop she does. It’s torture, but it feels so damn good that she can’t stop.
Once at their house, she takes a moment to breathe, willing her bladder to calm the fuck down so she doesn’t explode before Louis. That wouldn’t bear well for the dom inside her, especially because she gave Louis the same orders she gave herself. If she isn’t able to do it, Louis might look at her differently. The hold he has around her finger might loosen and it would kill her.
Scaring her bladder seemed to work, as the pain lessens just enough for Harry to grab her purse and the bag of her clothes, walking into the house. She drops her stuff in the foyer, taking off her coat and shivering at the cold air hitting her exposed skin. She stops in the downstairs bathroom, staring at herself in the mirror.
The lingerie piece she chose is absolutely gorgeous. Her breasts sit snugly in the bra, her nipples rubbing against the soft lacy fabric.There’s a transparent middle section held together by small bows, embroidered flowers stretching down her stomach. Though, her waist is completely open, pale skin on display. The middle part stops above her hips, flowing into a lacy skirt that does nothing to cover anything. Her panties are nothing special, honestly, a simple cheeky cut with garters that run down to mid thigh. Oh, and it’s also the same exact colors as Louis’ eyes. Because of course it is.
She makes sure everything is in place, pinching her nipples for some stimulation as she leaves the bathroom.
“Lou? Where are you?” She hops up the stairs, going into their bedroom. Her pussy throbs when she sees Louis, completely naked with his cock rock hard in the middle of the bed. He looks absolutely wrecked, lips bitten red and cheeks flushed. His hands are grasping the sheets so tight his knuckles are white. Harry watches a pearl of precome drip from his tip. “Lou?”
Louis’ head snaps to her, eyes widening. “Christ, Haz.” His gaze goes cross eyed as he takes in his girlfriend in her getup. His hips thrust up into nothing as he licks his lips. “Jesus fuck, you’re so fucking gorgeous.”
Harry smiles, biting her bottom lip. “Could say the same to you.” She walks over, kneeling on the bed beside him. His eyes never leave her, and when she’s close enough, he reaches out to touch the material of the skirt, rubbing it between his fingers. “How are you holding up?”
“Had to piss for fucking ages.” Louis admits, and Harry can see it. This was one of their more intense scenes, usually if they do a long time like this they’re together and able to track each other’s moods. But with Harry at work, it was difficult. “Lost track of time and passed noon before I realized.”
Harry hums, trailing a soft finger down his waist, loving the quiet whimper she receives. “When was the last time you peed?”
Louis swallows, glancing away and shutting his eyes, “Right after you left.”
Fuck
. That was almost ten hours ago. Harry feels her heart beat faster, knowing that Louis has
ten hours
of piss inside him. That’s incredibly fucking hot. No wonder he’s so disheveled and dazed.
“Shit, you’re
such
a good boy for me.” Harry usually waits until after he’s pissed to say that, but she can’t wait. This is officially the longest Louis has had to pee while conscious, and Harry is so proud of him. He’s that much of a good boy that she wants to see how much longer he can hold it. “How close are you?”
He blinks, eyes beginning to water. “Whenever you tell me.” He says it with so much honesty, so much trust, that Harry can’t help but lean down, kissing Louis hard enough to make her brain go blank.
“You know your word, right?”
He nods, whispering, “Porcelain.”
Harry kisses him, murmuring a
good boy
into his mouth and reveling in his pliant reaction. She moves her hand down to the base of his cock, delicately touching the skin there. She listens closely to Louis’ breathing as she wraps her hand around Louis, stroking it with her dry palm.
“H-Haz.” Louis shivers when Harry thumbs at his head. She straddles his waist, ass facing Louis. She made sure to set herself where she wouldn’t sit on his bladder, knowing that if she were, he wouldn’t last a second.
“Don’t piss until I tell you. If you feel close, tell me.” Harry states, looking back at Louis and seeing him nod. “Words, Lou.”
“Yes, yes, mommy.” Louis stammers out, Harry pressing her hand on Louis’ bladder for three full seconds. Her pussy clenches at the title, gripping Louis’ cock harder when a dribble of piss slips out of his slit.
Harry clicks her tongue, licking up the liquid and grimacing at the salty taste. She’s not usually one to drink it, preferring to feel the stickiness and have Louis be desperate for her, but she dabbles. She presses onto Louis’ bladder again, for longer this time. Louis shouts at Harry, incoherently, to stop, that he’s close, and it’s confirmed when a longer stream drips down his cock.
“How should I do this?” Harry wonders aloud, feeling Louis panting under her. She moves off him, settling herself between his legs instead. When she looks up, she sees tears falling from Louis’ eyes, bottom lip stuck between his teeth. Concern grows inside her chest, fearing she’s gone too far, “Color?”
Louis whines, blurting out a “Yellow” and causing Harry to immediately let go of his cock, kissing the inside of his thigh. She knows why he said it, this has been a long day for him. As much as Harry wants to play, he’s clearly struggling, and Harry takes good care of her boy.
“Let go, baby.” Harry says, adding pressure onto his bladder. It’s like a dam breaking, a strong stream of piss shooting from Louis’ cock, landing on his lower stomach and the bedsheets. Harry directs his cock right at her face, drenching herself in the warm liquid. Louis is a shuddering, groaning mess below her, finally able to release his bladder while having his cock hard, and pissing all over his girlfriend.
It seems to go on forever, and when the steady flow stops, Harry strokes his cock a few more times, gathering any last drops onto her tongue. But she doesn’t swallow, no, she crawls up the bed, kissing Louis sloppily, transferring his piss to him. He moans, manhandling her hips to straddle him again. They continue kissing, until Harry’s bladder sends a shooting pain through her torso and she whimpers.
“You have to go?” Louis asks, voice shot. It’s so arousing, Harry wishes she could be surrounded by it always. She nods, moaning when Louis’ large hand presses to her stomach. “C’mon, mommy, piss for me.”
Fuck
, how could Harry deny her boy anything? His other hand moved down to her covered cunt, and all he has to do is rub his fingers in a circular motion over her clit and she’s a goner. She groans as her bladder finally releases, the warmth pooling in her panties and dripping onto Louis’ stomach. She quivers as Louis continues his ministrations, not stopping until her stream is successfully over. He brings his wet, piss-soaked hand up to her mouth, wiping it over her lips. On instinct, she licks them, and shivers again, the salty taste making her cunt wetter than ever.
“Fucking ruined your panties, sweetheart.” Louis moves her panties to the side, inserting two of his fingers covered in piss into her cunt. She whines as he hits her spot on the first try, her hips grinding down. “Why not ruin them more? Hm?”
She’s so worked up, from the desperation of Louis, the holding of her bladder, the overall
dirtiness
she gets whenever they do watersports. It doesn’t take much for her to come, her body tensing as she pulses around Louis’ fingers, juices coating her inner thighs.
Despite being boneless, Harry slides herself down Louis’ body until her piss-soaked panties make contact with Louis’ piss-soaked cock. She grinds down, rubbing her panties onto his dick, “Made me so dirty, baby. So sticky.”
Louis whines when his cock twitches, come shooting out from his slit onto his stomach, mixing with the light yellow liquid pooled there. It’s such a hot picture, his come mixing with their piss. She can’t help but lean down, licking a fat stripe of the two, wincing at the taste. When she looks back up, Louis is staring at her with dilated eyes, a little stunned, and quickly drags her up, smashing their lips together.
“That was so hot.” Louis says after their make out session, both of them showered and bedsheets changed.
Harry yawns, fingers toying absentmindedly with Louis’ nipple. “I’m sorry I went too far.”
His arm wraps tighter around her, “You didn’t. It had just been a long time, and I was scared I’d disappoint you.”
“Lou,” Harry leans up on her elbow, staring at his bashful face. She runs her hand through his hair, scratching at his scalp. “You’re the best sub I could have. I would’ve been fine if you bursted the moment I walked through the door.”
Louis chuckles, kissing her cheekbone. “I almost did. That lingerie piece was sexy. Too bad you really did ruin it.”
Harry shrugs, laying her head back down on his chest, “I’ll hand wash it.”