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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage, Rape/Non-Con
  Category:
      Gen, M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Yuri!!!_on_Ice_(Anime), Fullmetal_Alchemist:_Brotherhood_&_Manga,
      Fullmetal_Alchemist_-_All_Media_Types, Fullmetal_Alchemist_(Anime_2003),
      Mystic_Messenger_(Video_Game), Kuroshitsuji_|_Black_Butler, Free!
  Relationship:
      Katsuki_Yuuri/Victor_Nikiforov, Katsuki_Yuuri_&_Victor_Nikiforov_&_Yuri
      Plisetsky, Katsuki_Yuuri/Victor_Nikiforov/Yuri_Plisetsky, Otabek_Altin_&
      Yuri_Plisetsky, Otabek_Altin/Katsuki_Yuuri/Victor_Nikiforov/Yuri
      Plisetsky, Sebastian_Michaelis/Grell_Sutcliff
  Character:
      Katsuki_Yuuri, Victor_Nikiforov, Yuri_Plisetsky, Christophe_Giacometti,
      Jean-Jacques_Leroy, Yakov_Feltsman, Otabek_Altin, Original_Characters,
      Edward_Elric, Winry_Rockbell, Riza_Hawkeye, Roy_Mustang, Alphonse_Elric,
      Jumin_Han, Sebastian_Michaelis, Ciel_Phantomhive, Grell_Sutcliff, Nanase
      Haruka, Tachibana_Makoto, Hazuki_Nagisa
  Additional Tags:
      Omorashi, pee_desperation, Wetting, Bladder_Control, Embarrassment,
      Humiliation, Teasing, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional_Hurt/Comfort, Watersports,
      Masturbation, Minor_Violence, Bondage, Shibari, Gags, Dom/sub, Light_Dom/
      sub, Polyamory, Polygamy, Role_Reversal, Verbal_Humiliation, Consensual,
      Crossdressing, Anal_Sex, Blow_Jobs, Public_Desperation, training_toilet,
      potties, Domestic, Rape/Non-con_Elements, Rape, Attempted_Rape/Non-Con,
      Threats_of_Rape/Non-Con, Sickfic, Age_Regression/De-Aging, Non-Sexual_Age
      Play, ABDL
  Series:
      Part 1 of Drabbles
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-10-25 Updated: 2018-03-11 Chapters: 98/100 Words: 68738
****** Tumblr Requests (Drabbles) ******
by FullBladderLemons
Summary
     A collection of drabbles from Tumblr requests. 98% omo, but a few
     chapters are not. Tags to be added as it updates. Will start a new
     work (part 2) when I reach chapter 100.
***** Yuri/Chris Elevator Ficlet *****
Chapter Summary
     "Yurio getting stuck in an elevator with Chris. He needs to pee and
     when Chris notices he pokes a bit of fun at him, calling him a kid,
     not actually trying to be mean or anything. Which of course pisses
     Yurio off (pun intended). He eventually has an accident and starts
     crying about how he'd tried to hold it and now Chris was never going
     to let him not be seen as a kid. Chris realises how much he fucked up
     and that Yurio had taken what he'd said to heart. Sorry for spamming
     your box tonight lol ~M"
Yuri rushed into the elevator with Chris, grunting as the contents of his
bladder swished inside him. He bit his lip as he hid himself in the corner with
his hood over his head, trying his best to fight against the urge to cross his
legs or squirm in place. The elevator finally began to move, and Yuri breathed
a quiet sigh of relief. He shoved his hand in his sweatshirt pocket, trying to
give his cock a squeeze through his pants.
“What’s wrong with you, grumpy little b-”
And then, the elevator jerked to a stop.
“What the fu-”
“We’re sorry for the inconvenience, but it seems the elevator is having some
technical difficulties. Please remain calm, we will have the elevator up and
running as soon as possible.”
Yuri let out an audible groan, his bladder heavy and swollen, the waistband of
his leggings pressing into him in all the wrong ways. He marched in place,
kicking the side of the elevator before mumbling a few obscenities in Russian.
He should have just went to the toilet at the event center, but the line was
long, and Yuri had enough trouble using public restrooms as it was, much less
crowded ones. He had resolved to holding it until arriving back at the hotel,
but of course, this had to happen. If the elevator didn’t get moving, there was
going to be a puddle on the floor.
“Are you alright, petit garçon?”
Yuri glared at Chris, nodding as he tried to still his leg, which had somehow
begun to jiggle against his conscious will. “Fine.”
Chris raked his eyes over the teenager again, pursing his lips. “As-tu à faire
pipi?”
There was one word in Chris’ statement that Yuri understood, and he flushed
bright red. “Whatever you just said, fuck off.”
Chris chuckled, grinning in Yuri’s direction as the younger man shuffled from
foot to foot, unable to hide his very obvious dilemma. “Do you have to pee? You
look like a little child doing the potty dance.”
Yuri growled in response, turning away from Chris and crossing his legs tight.
Both hands shoved into his sweatshirt pockets, he still couldn’t get a good
grasp on his cock for more than a few seconds. He could feel the tip of his
cock burning, begging to release the fluids inside him, held in for much too
long already.
Yuri gasped when a leak escaped, wiggling his hips to try and hold on just a
bit longer. Tears were burning in his eyes, from both embarrassment and the
effort it was taking to hold back the flow. He found himself whimpering as
another leak slipped out, moving a hand from his sweatshirt pocket to grip the
front of his pants without any barrier.
“Seriously, will you be alright?”
“Fuck off,” Yuri whimpered, the front of his pants growing wetter despite the
constant motion of his hips and the death grip on his dick. He was wetting
himself slowly but surely, and it hurt.
His tears began to fall at the same time the damn broke, his muscles and hand
no longer able to contain the ocean. It hurt as he finally emptied, sharp pains
bleeding into a dull ache as his pants became soaked, a hissing and pattering
sounding in the elevator as a puddle formed underneath him. He sobbed quietly
as he soaked himself, body shuddering as the last few dribbles snaked down is
soaked legs. He was finally blissfully empty, but still could not stop his
tears.
“Yuri,” Chis began, but Yuri shook his head.
“Yeah, I couldn’t hold it, I’m a child-” he sobs, frame wracking. “I get it.
Just shut the fuck up.”
Yuri felt warmth on his shoulders as Chris hugged him gently, murmuring, “no, I
was only kidding. I didn’t think that you would… I’m sorry.”
Yuri shrugged away from Chris, crowding himself even further into the corner of
the elevator. “Leave me alone,” he croaked.
Yuri didn’t look up again, Chris falling silent. He stared down at the puddle
he’d made, tears still coursing down his cheeks, until he heard a hissing
sound, and Chris’ quiet sigh. Looking up in shock, Yuri saw the crotch of
Chris’ pants growing dark, a trail of piss running down his leg and pooling
onto the floor.
“What the hell are you doing?” Yuri barked, staring in horror.
Chris only shrugged as his stream ended, grinning at Yuri. “Now we both peed
our pants like kids.”
***** Yuuri/Chris Elevator Ficlet *****
Chapter Summary
     "im gonna be That Redundant Bitch and say: that last ask but swap
     yuri with yuuri and add extra weird sexual comments"
Yuuri was convinced that today was the worst day of his life. It wasn’t enough
that he had overslept, it wasn’t enough that he was frazzled during his free
skate. It hadn’t stopped when he had to skip lunch or when the bathrooms at the
rink were closed. It hadn’t even gotten better after Victor sent him up the
hotel elevator with Chris, saying that he wanted to stop downstairs and talk
with Yakov for a few minutes. Halfway up to his floor, the elevator stalled
between floors. Yuuri was bursting for a pee, and stuck in the elevator with
Chris.
Yuuri whispered a few choice words to himself in Japanese, his leg jiggling
incessantly. Chris opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by a voice
over the intercom. “Please remain calm, we apologize for the delay. We should
have the elevator up and running again in twenty minutes or so.”
Yuuri muttered another few obscenities, his bladder throbbing inside him. He
had waited so long already, having to piss since after his skate this
afternoon. He had been full at the rink when he realized the toilets were
closed, and had already been worrying about getting to his hotel room
completely dry. Now, with another twenty minutes between him and a toilet,
Yuuri was beginning to panic internally.
“Antsy?” Chris drawled, gesturing at Yuuri’s rapidly bouncing leg.
Yuuri shrugs, shrinking into the opposite corner of the small space, as far
from Chris as he could manage. “The toilets at the rink were closed,” he
muttered. “I need the bathroom.”
Chris smiled slyly, cocking his head. “Oh, so that’s a pee-pee dance, not you
being claustrophobic? How cute.”
Yuuri flushed, looking away from Chris with a huff. “It’s not funny…”
Chris hummed quietly before pressing further. “Know what I heard helps when you
need to go?” When Yuuri didn’t reply, he continued without prompting. “Getting
yourself hard, maybe making yourself come.”
Yuuri turned crimson up to his ears, marching in place with a huff. “That’s not
funny!”
Chris chuckled. “I wasn’t joking.” When Yuuri glanced up, he saw Chris looking
at him with lidded eyes. “Will you make it upstairs?”
Yuuri ignored the question, averting his eyes once more as he crossed his legs.
He would give anything to squeeze his cock through his pants, but didn’t want
to risk any contact with his genitals after what Chris had said. What is he got
hard? Chris would never let him live it down.
Yuuri could feel Chris’ eyes on him as he squirmed, bending at the waist and
re-crossing his legs over and over. His bladder was screaming at him; he became
suddenly aware that his back was aching from his full he was. He muttered to
himself in Japanese once more as a dribble leaked from his slit, slightly
dampening his boxers.
“You know, some people are into this kind of thing.”
“What?” Yuuri snapped, another leak escaping him.
“Piss,” Chris answered with a shrug and a smirk. “Holding it in, and letting it
out. You know, watersports.”
Yuuri groaned, crossing his legs in the other direction. “You aren’t helping,
you know.”
“Sorry, mon ami. You look like your back teeth are floating.”
Yuuri ignored him once more as his boxers became wetter, gasping as he tried
desperately to stop the flow. He didn’t succeed, however, until there was a
noticeable patch on the crotch of his pants. Yuuri silently begged Chris not to
see, but his intent gaze didn’t miss it.
“Mmm, it looks like you really won’t make it upstairs. Remember what I said,
maybe if you come, then-”
“Please stop!” Yuuri felt tears pricking in his eyes as his bladder spasmed,
another long spurt wetting the leg of his pants. He whimpered quietly,
desperately trying to hold back, but it was in vain.
A quiet hiss could be heard as Yuuri’s bladder relieved itself on its own
accord, before the piss began to splatter onto the elevator floor. Despite the
shock and embarrassment, Yuuri found himself somewhat relieved as the tension
in his lower belly finally began to dissipate, spreading onto the floor beneath
him. He sighed, reaching out and leaning on the banister of the wall to steady
himself, his knees growing weak.
Chris, who had remained quiet through Yuuri’s accident, finally spoke as the
last dribbles dripped down onto the floor. “Yuuri, I-”
“Please don’t,” Yuuri muttered, tears staining his cheeks. “If you’re going to
make fun of me, please don’t.”
“I’m sorry for joking with you earlier,” Chris murmured. Yuuri shuddered as a
warm hand landed on his shoulder, squeezing lightly. “I didn’t realize it would
get to you that much… Really, I apologize.”
Yuuri nodded pitifully, trying to stop the tears that continuously leaked from
his eyes. “T-The bathrooms were closed, I… I didn’t think the elevator would
break down. I thought I could get up to my room…”
Chris sighed, placing his free hand on Yuuri’s other shoulder. “It couldn’t be
helped. You were caught in a bad situation.” Chris waited a moment before
adding, “I won’t tell a soul, I promise.”
“O-Okay, thank you, Ch-”
It was at that moment that the elevator began to move, and Yuuri groaned. Chris
removed his hands from Yuuri, moving back to the other side of the space. “I
wasn’t kidding, for future reference. About it being easier to hold it when
you’re hard.” Chris winked as the elevator doors opened to their floor,
grinning at Yuuri. “Personal experience.”
***** Yuuri Being Lectured by Victor *****
Chapter Summary
     "Can you please write a small fic where Yuuri and Victor are standing
     in the middle of the ice rink and Yuuri has to pee but Victor is
     giving him tips on how to improve his routine and Yuuri just stands
     there nodding to Victor as he slowly wets himself and then when
     Victor stops talking Yuuri goes, "Yeah thanks for the advice Victor,
     I'll try that. But can I get changed first?" And then Victor looks
     down and sees Yuuri's pants and a puddle under him and he asks why
     Yuuri didn't say anything?"
Yuuri can feel the piss gathered at the tip of his cock, so close to leaking
into his briefs. He has needed to go all morning, but Victor hasn’t suggested a
break until now. First, however, he wants to go over everything Yuuri had just
done wrong in his routine. Biting his lip, Yuuri glances at the restroom sign
continuously, begging Victor to hurry up his speech as a dribble of pee escapes
his tip, causing Yuuri to bite down even harder on the sensitive flesh.
“Yuuri, are you listening?”
Yuuri nods furiously, shifting his feet subtly as Victor continues to go over
his mistakes. Yuuri feels another leak escape, but continues to nod his head in
an attempt to make Victor think he is listening, to get this lecture over with
so he can run from the ice and take a much-needed piss.
Victor doesn’t stop talking, and Yuuri’s piss doesn’t stop flowing. He flushes
red, helpless to stop from slowly wetting himself while being lectured by his
idol and coach. He feels the piss warming his crotch and thighs, flowing down
his legs in slow tendrils. The stream is agonizingly slow, and he is only half
empty by the time Victor finally stops talking.
“Ready to run it again?”
Yuuri nods slowly, stammering, “t-thank you for the a-advice, Victor. I uhm,
I’ll need to get changed first though.”
Victor looks at him with confusion, and Yuuri finally releases the last shred
of hold he has on his bladder, releasing the final torrents into his pants.
Victor’s eyes widen as he watches the puddle beneath Yuuri spread, his hand
coming up to cover his mouth. “Yuuri,” he whispers, “why didn’t you say you
needed to go?”
Yuuri’s stream finally tapers off, and he stares down at the mess he made. “I-
I didn’t want to interrupt you, but I had already started going when you
stopped talking…I-I couldn’t hold it, Victor.”
Victor nods slowly, sighing. He finally puts an arm around Yuuri, gently
leading him from the ice. “You go and get changed, okay? From now on, Yuuri, if
it’s an emergency… Please just interrupt me.”
***** Seven Minutes in Heaven *****
Victor gasps as his back hits the closet wall, instinctively grabbing onto
Yuuri’s shoulders to keep him from the same fate.
“Enjoy your seven minutes in heaven, lovebirds!” JJ teases as the lock clicks
in Victor’s ear.
“What are we, thirteen?” Victor shouts behind him, but JJ’s laugh becomes more
distant. Victor sighs, rubbing Yuuri’s upper arm. He chuckles nervously,
asking, “you aren’t claustrophobic, are you?”
Yuuri shakes his head, shifting in the dark closet. “It’s not that, I… uh…”
Victor presses a kiss to Yuuri’s temple, helping him to sit down on the floor.
“What’s wrong?”
Yuuri mutters something quietly, shaking his head.
“Love?”
Yuuri groans, “It’s embarrassing.”
Victor shrugs, wrapping his arm around Yuuri’s shoulder. “It’s okay, Yuuri. You
can tell me.”
Yuuri buries his face in Victor’s shoulder, as if hiding from him. “I have to
pee,” he whispers, muffled.
Victor chuckles, ruffling Yuuri’s hair. “Is that all? And here I thought it was
something embarrassing instead of a normal human function.” Victor glances at
his digital watch, checking the time. “We’ve only got about five minutes left.”
Yuuri nods against Victor, shifting his hips. “I haven’t been all night. I
wanted to ask you where the bathroom was, but there were so many people around
and… I get embarrassed.”
“Oh, love. Just hang on. Four more minutes and we’ll be out of here. I’ll take
you straight to the toilet.”
“Thank you,” Yuuri mumbles, nuzzling against Victor.
Luckily for them, JJ comes back over to the closet before the seven minutes are
up, teasing, “Did you enjoy your seven minutes in heaven?”
Victor groans, rubbing Yuuri’s arm reassuringly. “Open the door, Jean-
Jacques.We were about to go to the bathroom when you shoved us in here, and
it’s a bit of an emergency.”
“Okay, okay,” JJ concedes.
Victor hears the sound of the doorknob being fumbled with as he stands, and
then hears it jiggle again. “Jean-Jacques?” he asks suspiciously.
“Shit.”
“This isn’t funny, Je-”
“The lock is stuck, Victor.”
Victor hears a quiet whimper behind him, and he quickly grabs Yuuri’s hand and
squeezes it. “It’s okay,” he whispers before calling out to JJ, “you need to
get it unstuck, now.”
“I’m trying, I’m trying. Chris! Can you come help me with this?”
Victor hears heavy breathing behind him, a sure sign of Yuuri beginning to
panic. “No, no,” he whispers, kissing his squirming fiance’s temple. “It’s
alright, they’ll get us out in no time and-”
“V-Victor, I-I…”
“Yuuri?”
Victor hears shuffling, a light sniffling. It takes a few moments for the
telltale sound of hissing to fill his ears, the pattering of liquid against the
carpet floor. Yuuri gasps quietly, muffling his sobs with his hand over his
mouth. “I’m sorry, Victor…”
“Oh, it’s okay.” Victor rubs Yuuri’s shoulder gently, kissing his forehead
incessantly. “Don’t cry, don’t cry. It’s not your fault, you’ve been holding it
all night. If that idiot hadn’t locked us in here in the first place…”
“They’re all going to see…” Yuuri whimpers, burying his face in Victor’s shirt
and crying quietly.
“No, no. Here, take off your pants, love.”
“What?”
“We’ll switch pants, so it looks like it was me. Come on, love, hurry up before
they get the lock fixed.”
When JJ opens the door to find Victor in soaked pants, his eyes widen and he
lets out a small gasp. “Victor, I’m sorry, we didn’t mean for-”
“I know, Jean-Jacques,” Victor sighs impatiently. “Would you kindly direct me
to your washroom so I can clean up?”
Inside the bathroom with Yuuri, Victor peels off the wet pants as Yuuri
watches, cheeks flushing. “Victor, I’m so sorry… I… I feel so bad that you
embarrassed yourself like that because of me.”
Victor only shakes his head, beckoning Yuuri to him. He kisses Yuuri’s cheek,
nuzzling his nose into the warm skin of Yuuri’s neck. “Yuuri, I truly don’t
mind.I’ve been in much more embarrassing situations, I can assure you.”
“I tried to hold it, I really di-”
“Yuuri,” Victor cups Yuuri’s cheeks, forcing the younger man to look at him.
“It’s okay, it wasn’t your fault at all.” He kisses the tip of Yuuri’s nose
playfully before adding, “next time, though, don’t be too shy to tell me you
need the toilet. I’ll even tell everyone that I need to go, so you won’t be
embarrassed. Does that sound good?”
Yuuri blushes, nodding. “You’re so kind to me, Victor.”
***** Yuri/Yuuri H/C *****
Chapter Summary
     "Could you please write about Yuri comforting Yuuri after an
     accident?"
Yuuri finished emptying himself onto the floor, hands moving to cover his face
as a raspy sob sounded in his throat. Yuri sucked in a breath, tentatively
reaching out to the older man and rubbing his upper arm.
“Hey, don’t… don’t cry, it’s okay,” he whispered.
“Yuri, I just peed myself, I am so humiliated…” Yuuri sobbed into his hands,
sinking down further into the large puddle he had made.
“It… it’s not your fault. The bathroom was closed, you couldn’t help that.”
Yuri carefully wrapped an arm around Yuuri’s shoulder, and Yuuri gladly nuzzled
into the touch. “I’m a grown man, I shouldn’t have… I shouldn’t have had an
accident.”
Yuri shook his head, pulling Yuuri into a proper embrace. “It’s okay, it
doesn’t matter. If I’m not laughing at you, you know damn well that no one else
will,” Yuri reasoned gently.
Yuuri sniffled, chuckling bitterly. “I guess that’s true.”
“You’re okay,” Yuri subdued him, rubbing his back. “Why don’t you get into the
showers and I’ll find you some clothes, okay?”
Yuuri nodded, drying his tears as Yuri helped him to stand. “Thanks,” he
whispered with a watery smile.
***** Yuuri Caught Masturbating *****
Chapter Summary
     "Similar to that shower scenario But yuuri is sitting on the toilet
     and masturbating when viktor bursts in and sees him. They awkwardly
     look at each other when viktor says "I really have to go" and yuuri
     just opens his legs so that viktor can pee"
Victor shuffled in place outside the bathroom door, hand jammed in the crotch
of his boxer briefs. A short, pained breath shoots from his nostrils as his
feet take turns meeting the floor, marching past the door time and time again.
He didn’t know what was taking Yuuri so long in the bathroom this morning, but
he hadn’t had time to take his morning pee before the younger man had locked
himself inside. One cup of coffee later, and Victor was about to burst.
Huffing, Victor finally knocked on the door, kneading his cock with his other
hand. “Yuuri, are you almost finished I really need to use the toilet.”
A noncommittal hum came from behind the door, and a soft voice. “Uh, almost.
Just a minute, okay?”
Victor groaned quietly, crossing his legs and bouncing on his heels. He didn’t
have a minute, he had been waiting for almost thirty minutes, and his bladder
had gone from uncomfortably full to painfully throbbing, and Victor found
himself whimpering outside the door as a leak dampened his boxers, causing him
to panic. There was no way he was going to wet himself outside the bathroom
door, he was a grown man!
Victor grasped the handle, swinging to door open with a wave of apologies.
“Yuuri, I’m sorry, please, I just need to-”
Victor’s eyes widened as he found Yuuri sitting on the toilet, boxers at his
ankles and swollen cock in hand. The Japanese man’s face grew red with
embarrassment, eyes widening as he stammered out an apology- “I’m so sorry, I-”
“Yuuri, I need to go,” Victor rasped. “Please.”
Wordlessly, Yuuri shifted further back on the toilet seat, spreading his legs
and opening a space for Victor to pee. Beyond desperate, Victor didn’t question
it as he potty-danced over to Yuuri, barely getting his cock out in time to
release a torrent between Yuuri’s legs. Victor groaned with relief, watching as
Yuuri continued to stroke himself. Experimentally, Victor aimed his stream a
bit further up, just enough that it splashed onto Yuuri’s hard cock.
“Ah!” Yuuri gasped cock twitching as Victor’s urine hit it. “Vitya…”
“Sorry, love,” Victor mumbled, “My hand twitched.”
Yuuri’s voice was quiet, face red as a tomato. “Do it again.”
And so Yuuri brought himself to climax, Victor’s piss warming his cock as he
spilled his seed into the toilet below.
***** Yuuri Denied by Yakov *****
Chapter Summary
     "Imagine Yuuri being coached by Yakov for a session, and Victor isn't
     there for whatever reason. Yuuri starts needing to go, but is
     embarrassed to ask. Finally it gets bad enough for him to say
     something, but Yakov doesn't let him because practice pretty much
     just started. He eventually has an accident, and Victor shows up
     absolutely livid. Especially because Yuuri was brave enough to ask
     and Yakov still said no. -M"
Yuuri pressed his legs together tightly, immediately regretting pressing the
snooze button on his alarm one too many times that morning. He ended up falling
back asleep after his alarm, waking up much too late and having to dash to the
rink without breakfast, or even time to pee. He managed to pull on his clothes
and quickly brush his teeth, but he still had to job to the rink to make it
there on time.
“On time” was apparently still late according to Yakov, something that Victor
hadn’t warned him about. “Kastuki!” The old man barked as he skated onto the
ice, “I don’t know how Celestino does things out in Detroit, but her we arrive
early to practice!” Yuri snickered as Yuuri hung his head, nodding with a soft
apology.
It wasn’t until ten minutes into practice that Yuuri noticed the discomfort of
his bladder. It had started out as a dull ache, letting him know that he should
have made time to use the toilet before rushing out the door. As time passed,
however, his need became much more urgent. He truly wished Victor were here,
instead of caught up with jury duty. He could count on Victor to make sure he
was comfortable, even if his unyielding shyness forced him to hold his bladder
instead of just asking Yakov to go.
It only took another five minutes for Yuuri to have gotten desperate enough
that he knew he needed to ask for a break. His legs were shaking as he skated
over to Yakov, fighting to look casual when all he wanted to do was knead his
cock desperately. “Excuse me, Yakov, c-could I take two minutes, please?”
Yakov scoured his eyes over Yuuri, shaking his head. “We’ve just started
practice, what do you need a break for?”
Yuuri was desperate enough to state his need instead of just skating away with
a red face, so he whispered, “I need to use the restroom.”
Yakov rolled his eyes, shooeing Yuuri back out onto the ice. “Hold it.”
Yuuri blushed deeply, skating back out to the center of the ice with his
bladder pulsating. He couldn’t imagine how much longer Yakov expected him to
wait, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to last long. He went back to practicing
his step sequence, grateful that he wasn’t doing his jumps, at the very least.
Yuuri’s concentration was more focused on his overfilled bladder than on his
routine, and Yakov was beginning to shout each time he made a mistake. Yuuri
felt tears brimming behind his eyes, his bladder begging for relief and
threatening to relieve itself if Yuuri didn’t do so soon. He pressed his thighs
together tightly as a leak threatened to escape, desperately attempting to make
the action look natural and not draw any attention to himself.
His attempt failed, Yuri skating over and stopping next to him. “What’s your
issue?” He asks bluntly, eyes scanning over the Japanese man.
Yuuri flushed red, biting his lip as he shifted from foot to foot. “I need the
toilet, and Yakov…”
Yuri rolled his eyes, skating backwards away from Yuuri. “Do it perfect once
and he’ll let you, trust me,” he advised before launching himself into a series
of jumps.
Yuuri nodded resolutely, licking his lips before making up his mind; he would
do it full out once, and then Yakov would let him go. Yuuri tried to put his
bladder aside, beginning his step sequence once more. It started off much
better, and Yakov even yelled out, “Yes, Yuuri! Much better!”
All was well and good, until Yuuri felt his bladder spasm. He stumbled out of
the sequence at the end, grimacing as the front of his pants became warm and
wet. He threw his hands into his crotch, but he was helpless to stop the flow.
He began to sob as he soaked himself, his bladder emptying onto the ice with a
loud series of splashing. The entire rink grew silent, until the last dribbles
pattered down, Yuuri’s face red with humiliation.
“Now look what you did, old man!” Yuri barked, skates scraping on the ice as he
approached Yuuri. Yakov began to stammer something, but it was static in
Yuuri’s ears as Yuri grabbed his arm and led him away from the ice. “Yuuri, if
you needed to go that bad, you should have… Just… Told him to fuck off.”
Yuuri cried harder, shaking his head. “I couldn’t… Victor would… I’m so
humiliated.”
Yuri gently guided Yuuri to the showers, even going as far as to help him out
of his skates. “Don’t worry about that, I’ll make sure no one says a damn word
and Yakov gets an earful. It wasn’t your fault he wouldn’t let you go.”
Yuuri sniffled, nodding as Yuri tossed his skates aside. “Get into the shower,
I’m going to call Victor.”
Yuuri obeyed numbly, taking a hot shower and trying to wash away the
humiliation of his accident. When he emerged from the shower, however, the last
thing he expected to hear was shouting. Both Yuri and Victor were shouting at
Yakov in Russian, only a few words that Yuuri was able to understand- and they
were not very savory. After putting on the fresh clothes that were laid out for
him on a bench, Yuuri crept into the locker room.
“Yuuri, love,” Victor murmured immediately, gathering the man into his arms and
kissing his head. “My poor darling.”
“Yakov,” Yuri begins, glaring at their coach. “Don’t you have something to say
to Yuuri?”
Yakov cleared his throat, making eye contact with Yuuri. “I’m sorry, I didn’t…
I didn’t know it was an emergency. I should have let you go.”
“He’s shy, Yakov! He won’t say how bad it is like I would!” Yuri barked, only
silenced by Victor placing a hand on his shoulder and shushing him gently.
“I’m sorry, Yuuri.” Yakov repeats. “You don’t… You don’t need to ask for a
break if it’s that… urgent, just… just go, alright?”
When Yakov stormed out of the locker room in a defeated huff, Yuuri smiled
softly and whispered, “Thank you, Yuri, Vitya.”
***** Victor Defending Yuuri *****
Chapter Summary
     "What if Yuuri has an accident somewhere and is doing the walk of
     shame back to the apartment/car and some prick yells out and laughs.
     So protective!Victor grabs him by his collar and slams him up against
     a wall. -M"
“Shh, love. Please don’t cry. It’s alright.” Victor pressed a gentle kiss to
the top of Yuuri’s head, rubbing his back tenderly. “You’re alright, you’re
okay.”
“I-I’m so embarrassed,” Yuuri stammered, his frame shaking as he fought off
tears.
“No one saw, love. Don’t worry, it’s just me. I’m going to get you home and
clean you up. I’ll take good care of you, I promise.”
After a few more careful reassurances, Victor finally managed to get Yuuri
walking in the direction of home. Arm steady around him, Victor felt the
younger man shiver and freeze in place as a voice called out,
“Oi, couldn’t hold it until you found a toilet? What, are you drunk or
something?”
Yuuri’s face burned, fresh tears leaking from his eyes. Victor felt anger
boiling in his veins, his temper ready to snap. “What the fuck did you just
say?” He barked, abandoning his grip on Yuuri in favor of turning towards the
voice. A man in his mid-twenties stood behind them, a sickening smirk painting
his face.
“I said,” the man began to repeat, “couldn’t wait unti-”
Victor surged forward, grabbing the man by the collar and earning a shocked
“Vitya, don’t!” from Yuuri.
“Apologize,” Victor hissed, tightening his grip on the man’s collar. “Right
now.”
The man laughed, shaking his head and attempting to shove out of Victor’s
grasp. “Get off me, you creep.”
Victor’s patience wore thin as Yuuri quietly protested once more, and he
snapped completely. “You can either apologize to him,” Victor gritted quietly,
“or I can beat you so bad that you’ll be lying in a puddle of piss on the
concrete. Are we clear?”
The man glared at Victor, though Victor didn’t miss his body beginning to
shake. “Okay, man,” he muttered. “I-I’m sorry,” he added, directed at Yuuri.
“What’s that?” Victor asked. “A bit louder, please.”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”
Victor finally loosened his grip enough for the man to squirm away, face bright
red and eyes wild. Victor waited until the man had scrambled back down the
street before calmly returning to Yuuri, placing an arm around his shoulders
once more. “Let’s go home, sweetheart.”
The walk home was silent, and when Victor finally had Yuuri undressing in the
bathroom, he asked, “Are you angry with me?”
Yuuri fumbled with his wet pants as Victor filled the bathtub, shaking his
head. “No, Vitya, I… I’m happy that you love me enough to stand up for me like
that.”
Victor pressed a soft kiss to Yuuri’s cheek, nuzzling into the soft skin there.
“I love you, Yuuri… I never want to see anyone make you feel unsafe.”
“I love you, Vitya.”
***** Yuri/JJ *****
Chapter Summary
     "Ok but JJ wouldn’t be that mean if Yuri peed his pants. He has 10
     siblings so he must be used to people having accidents ^_^ (honestly
     though, Yuri would be mad even if JJ tried to help)"
Yuri is waiting for the locker room toilet, someone has been in there for /
ages/ and he really needs to go. He’s doing a pee dance and has a hand shoved
in his crotch when JJ comes in, immediately realizing the problem.
“You’ve been waiting long?” He asks, voice surprisingly lacking a teasing tone.
Yuri grunts and shrugs, unable to still his potty dance. “Shut up, JJ. Leave me
alone.”
JJ doesn’t, stepping forward and knocking on the door. “Are you almost
finished? Someone is waiting for the toilet.”
There’s no answer, and JJ reaches out to twist the door handle. His face twists
with concern, shaking his head. “No one is in there, the door isn’t locked. The
handle is broken.” He concludes.
Yuri groans, marching in place frantically. “Fucking great.”
JJ places a hand on Yuri’s shoulder, steering him away from the door until Yuri
gets mind to shove away from him. “Yuri, come on. Let’s go to the ladies locker
room, they aren’t here till tomorrow. The toilets should be-”
Yuri fumes, face turning red. “I can’t go into the women’s locker room! What if
someone is in there and-” Yuri groans, hopping from foot to foot. “I’ll just go
to the spectator bathrooms…”
JJ looks him over, shaking his head. “There are lines, you look like you’re
going to have an accident any second.”
Yuri bites his trembling lip, crossing and uncrossing his legs. “I’m not! Shut
up, asshole!”
JJ only rolls his eyes, motioning towards the women’s room. “I’ll go in first
and make sure no one is in there, okay? Then I’ll get you and you can use the
toilet.”
Yuri wants to argue or protest, but he /really/ needs to go. So he is silent,
nodding. JJ leaves the men’s locker room, but it’s too late for Yuri. He’d
already leaked once during their conversation, and as the door shuts behind JJ,
he leaks again. This time, a wet patch appears on the front of his pants.
When JJ gets back and sees that Yuri has started peeing himself, he quickly
grabs him and pulls him out the door. They make it to the hallway, a few feet
from the women’s lockers, when Yuri soaks himself completely. He gets all
sniffly as the puddle forms below him, face turning bright red all the way up
to his ears.
He waits for JJ to mock him, but it doesn’t come. He just says, “let’s get you
into the shower. Do you have spare clothes with you? If you don’t, I do. You
can wear them.”
Yuri wipes his eyes and mutters, “shut up. Why are you being nice to me,
anyway?”
JJ just shrugs. “I’ve got a lot of siblings. I’m a pro at cleaning up after
accidents.”
***** Yuuri/Yuri Elevator *****
Chapter Summary
     "Imagine Yuuri and Yurio getting stuck in an elevator together and
     Yuuri needs to pee. At first Yurio is an ass and pokes fun at him
     until he sees the tears welling up in Yuuri's eyes. Omg if you would
     write this I'd die."
Okay okay so I’m slightly buzzed and Idk if I should be fully fleshing out a
lil mini fic rn but you’re my hero, I love these asks, so I’m gonna do it.
“Oh, /fuck/.”
Yuuri pales as the elevator stops short, glancing over at Yuri, the source of
the expletive. “Oh, no…Is the elevator stuck?”
Now is /not/ the time. Yuuri had been hoping to get up to his room as soon as
possible, to relieve the throbbing pressure settled in his lower abdomen. Yuri
clicks his tongue at Yuuri’s question, opening his mouth to speak just as a
voice comes over the elevator speaker,
“We’re sorry for the delay, but the elevator seems to be malfunctioning. Please
remain calm, and we will get you out of here as soon as possible.”
Yuuri inhales sharply, whispering, “How long…”
“What’s your problem, pig? Are you claustrophobic or something?”
Yuuri shakes his head, crossing one leg over the other. “I need to use the
toilet so bad.”
Yuri snickers, grinning in Yuuri’s direction. “Going to wet your pants,
Katsudon?”
Yuuri bites his lip, bladder pulsing inside of him. “It’s not funny; I’ve been
holding it for hours, Yuri.”
Yuri scans over him once more, eyeing up his hunched frame. “If you wet
yourself, I’m gonna laugh.”
Yuuri grimaces, face flushing. He had been wondering whether he was even going
to be able to get his key out and rush to the toilet while remaining fully dry
before; now he is wondering whether he can wait for the elevator to be fixed
before wetting his pants completely.
It’s only a few minutes later before Yuuri feels the first leak, tears welling
in his eyes as he uses his hand to clamp down on his clothed cocked. He moans
quietly, desperately trying to cut off the flow. Breathing heavy, he feels a
finger poke into his arm.
“Seriously, are you going to piss yourself?”
Yuuri snaps, vision blurry with tears. “I have to /go/, Yuri, please just stop
being cruel!”
Yuri quiets down, coughing quietly. “It’s okay if…you know…I won’t make fun of
you, okay?”
Yuuri nods frantically, kneading his cock through his pants. He feels another
leak, this one showing up on his pants. “Don’t…Don’t look…” He whispers as the
floodgates break.
He pisses himself for what feels like forever, hand over his mouth to stifle
his moans of relief. There is a sizable puddle on the elevator floor when he is
finished, and he can feel that the tears have leaked from his eyes.
“It’s alright, it…” Yuri kicks the floor, mumbling, “It wasn’t your fault.”
***** Yuuri/Victor Rental Car *****
Chapter Summary
     "Okay, but what if the first week Victor is in Japan he insists that
     Yuuri takes him sight seeing. So Victor rents a car and he drives
     them all over the city. Yuuri starts needing to pee but this is his
     idol, he would be to mortified to mention it. Then they hit really
     bad traffic..."
He is wiggling around as they sit in the traffic, and Victor asks him, “Yuuri,
do you want to stop somewhere after we get out of this mess?”
Yuuri agrees readily, internally panicking because he already needs to go /so
bad/ and he /should have/ said something sooner, and now he can’t admit to
Victor that he’s actually bursting and might not /make it/ until they get out
of the traffic. He tries his best to keep his holding limited to wiggling in
place, but has to cross his legs after just a few minutes.
Victor is looking at him curiously, lips pursed and eyes filled with something
between worry and amusement. “You really need to go, don’t you? It’s alright,
hopefully the traffic will let up soon.”
“I’m absolutely bursting,” Yuuri finally blurts out, blushing as red as a
tomato. “I-I’ve had to go for a while.”
Victor’s eyebrows raise and he nods. “That makes more sense…” He mutters before
raising his voice back to normal. “You could have just told me, you know. I
don’t bite.” Lips forming into a smirk, he adds, “Unless you’re into that.”
If Yuuri wasn’t red before, he certainly is now. He turns to look out the
windows, fisting the thighs of his pants as he begs the traffic to let up. It
doesn’t, of course, and he feels a hot spurt of urine dampen his boxers. He
groans quietly, hand flying to his crotch to stop the flow.
“Are you alright?” Victor asks.
Yuuri can only grunt in response, nodding and refusing to look in Victor’s
direction.
“We shouldn’t have tossed out those soda bottles from before, they would be
coming in handy right about now, hmm?” Victor says casually.
Yuuri wants to /die/. He grips himself tighter as another leak slips out, eyes
prickling with tears from the effort of holding it in. He leaks once more, and
is forced to blurt out, “Victor, I can’t hold it. I need to-” He looks around,
trying to find a way out, anything to prevent him from wetting his pants in a
rental car. “Oh god, I’m going to soak the seat, it’s a rental-” Another leaks.
“I’m so sorry, I-”
Victor’s hand is comforting on his back, rubbing small circles as he whispers,
“Yuuri, calm down. Don’t hurt yourself.”
Yuuri’s pants get wetter, though he still tries to hold it in. “I-”
“Your pants are already wet, and the car can be taken care of. I would much
rather have to explain a wet car seat than have you hurt.”
Yuuri cries quietly as he soaks himself, hand still pressed into his crotch.
The piss just keeps coming, pooling underneath him and dripping down onto the
floor. Victor rubs his back and soothes him through it, assuring him that it’s
okay and telling him, “There you go, Yuuri. It’s okay, let it out. Good, good.”
When he’s finally empty, Yuuri shifts uncomfortably and mumbles, “I’m so
sorry…I’m sorry.”
Victor presses a kiss to the top of his head and tells him, “Don’t worry about
a thing. I’m just glad you aren’t hurt, Yuuri.”
***** Yuuri/Victor Elevator *****
Chapter Summary
     "viktor and yuuri being stuck somewhere without a bathroom and yuuri
     rly needs to go so viktor’s trying to keep him calm and reassure him
     but he needs to go too and he’s trying to hide it.... >:3c"
Victor crosses his legs dangerously tighter, rubbing his hand on the small of
Yuuri’s back to calm him. “It’s alright, love. We’ll be out soon, I’m sure.”
Yuuri shudders under Victor’s touch, gripping between his legs even tighter.
“Vitya, I need to go so bad…”
Victor grimaces, his own bladder sloshing around inside of him. “I know, love.
I know.” /And so do I/.
Victor’s free hand is drifting close to his crotch as he fights to keep
composure, piss threatening to spill out of him at any second as Yuuri
continues to whine and squirm next to him, openly holding himself. When Yuuri
groans and whispers, “Victor, I think some just came out.” Victor loses his
composure completely, shoving his hand into his pocket to grab himself
discreetly.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart. Just hang on, it shouldn’t be much longer…” Victor
hopes, for his own sake as well, that he is correct.
Thankfully, not five minutes later, the elevator doors come unstuck, and Victor
gasps gratefully. He grabs Yuuri’s arm and hurries him out of the elevator, one
hand still in his pocket to grip himself as Yuuri grabs himself for anyone to
see. There is a public restroom on the floor of the building, and Victor
hurries Yuuri inside.
Yuuri rushes to a urinal and Victor follows next to him, potty dancing as he
tries to undo his pants while the beginnings of Yuuri’s stream tortures him. He
gets it undone and whips out his cock, moaning with relief as he starts to
piss. It’s only then that he looks next to him to find Yuuri staring, face
flushed red.
“Vitya…You needed to go badly, too?”
Victor nods sheepishly, his own face warming. “I didn’t want to say anything
because I knew how desperate you were.”
***** Yuuri/Victor Stuck Horizontally *****
Chapter Summary
     "What if Viktor and Yuuri were stuck somewhere, but they were really
     forced to be close together. Like they were hiding in a trunk (for
     whatever fucking reason lol, from Yura maybe idk), laying on top of
     one another so they could fit Yuuri is on top, and he needs to pee
     They can't get the lid to open, and Yuuri starts to panic. He starts
     to leak and he knows Viktor can feel it, so he's like "Im sorryIm so
     sorryoh god it's getting on you! I'm sorry," crying and stuff Im
     sorry can I request this ~M"
“This is such a stupid idea, Victor!”
Victor rolled his eyes, adjusting himself into a horizontal position inside the
storage trunk in Yakov’s office. “Just get in, come on! It'll be so funny when
he opens it to get his papers and we're in here instead!”
Victor watched his fiancé groan, but finally join him in the trunk. He laid on
top of Victor as if they were cuddling in bed, his head resting on Victor's
chest. “It's dark and stuffy in here,” Yuuri complained as the lid shut above
them.
“Shh,” Victor soothed him, rubbing his back. “We won't be in here long, I
promise.”
Yuuri grumbled in response, calming slightly as Victor pressed a kiss to his
hair. It wasn't until Victor shifted under him that Yuuri groaned, squirming
uncomfortably. “Ugh,” he muttered.
“Uncomfortable?”
Yuuri sighed, the shake of his head barely visible in the darkness. “I need to
go to the bathroom. Your belt is digging into my bladder.”
“Here,” Victor adjusted them slightly, moving Yuuri upwards. “Is that better?”
“A little,” Yuuri mumbled, nuzzling back into Victor's chest.
They remained silent for a time, the only sounds in the trunk their steady
breathing. After some time, Yuuri grew irritable once more, trying to wiggle on
top of Victor. “This is stupid, Victor. Can't we get out now?”
“Yakov should be coming in soon an-”
“Victor, I need the bathroom. Please.”
“Okay, okay,” Victor finally agreed, reaching up to lift the lid of the trunk.
He shoved once and it didn't budge, so he tried once more. Still, it wouldn't
move an inch. “Yuuri, try the lid with me. It's not moving.”
Yuuri groaned, but obliged him. They both pushed up on the lid, but it still
didn't lift. “You're joking,” Yuuri moaned, slamming his hands on the lid.
“Please, not now…”
“Okay, calm down. Yakov will be back soon.” Victor helped Yuuri to lie his head
back down, pressing a gentle kiss to his hair. “Just relax and try not to
panic.”
Victor could tell by Yuuri’s erratic breathing against his own chest that Yuuri
was in fact, panicking. “I really need to go, Victor,” Yuuri whispered, voice
shaking.
Victor rubbed his back in small, soothing circles on Yuuri’s back, trying to
calm him down. “Panicking will only make it worse, love.”
Yuuri groaned, burying his face in the crook of Victor’s neck. His hips
continuously wiggled, his breathing heavy. It wasn’t long before Victor let out
a quiet gasp, feeling a bit of warmth hit his crotch. “No, no, no!” Yuuri
gasped, scrambling above Victor and trying yet again to move the lid of the
trunk. “Oh my god, this is happening. Victor, did it get on you? I’m so sorry.”
Victor swallowed hard, rubbing Yuuri’s back and shushing him gently. “No, no.
It’s alright, love. I didn’t feel anything at all.”
“I-I leaked,” Yuuri admitted, voice cracking as he fought tears. “It’s coming
out, Victor, oh, no…”
Victor felt another wet warmth bloom on his pants, soaking right through to his
own boxer briefs. “Oh, it’s okay, love. It’s okay. Please don’t get upset.”
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry… I’m trying-” Yuuri whimpered, muffling a groan. “I’m
trying to hold it.”
“I know, love. It’s alright, don’t worry.” Victor grimaced as he felt another
hot jet of piss on his crotch.
“Oh, no, I-”
“What are you idiots doing?”
The lid of the trunk flew open, revealing a very angry-looking coach. “Ah-”
Yuuri scrambled off of Victor, grabbing at his crotch frantically as he climbed
from the trunk. He was dashing from the room before Victor could gather himself
enough to climb out of the trunk, himself. Yakov looked him up and down, his
eyes settling on Victor’s crotch. When Victor, himself, looked down, he saw a
sizable wet patch on it.
Flushing, Victor shrugged sheepishly as his coach. “I better go make sure Yuuri
made it to the toilets okay,” he grinned, dashing from the office.
Yuuri was finishing up at the urinal when Victor entered the restroom, flushed
and panting. He groaned upon seeing Victor, eyes glued to the older man’s
crotch. “I peed on you, oh my god. I’m so sor-”
Victor cornered him, cutting him off with a kiss. “Don’t worry about it, it’s
my fault you got stuck in there anyway. Do you feel better now?”
Yuuri nodded, burying his head in Victor’s shoulder. “I had to go so bad.”
“Next time, pee break before we get into the tru-”
“Victor, there isn’t going to be a next time!”
***** I Couldn't Help It *****
Chapter Summary
     "my favorite Omo Phrase is “i couldn’t help it/i can’t help it”
     after/while wetting and if you somehow wrote yuuri saying that i
     could die happy -E"
Yuuri whimpered softly, one hand clutching the front of his pants and the other
gripping the seat of the taxi. His labored breathing was a clear indication of
him reaching his limit, but Victor still did nothing but encourage him-
“We’re almost there, darling. Just a bit longer, after we get out of this
traffic. You’ll be alright.”
Yuuri shook his head with a whimper, becoming increasingly aware that his
chances of being alright were very slim. He’d already leaked once, and the
death grip on his clothed cock would only hold back the flood for so much
longer. He was embarrassed to be seen like this in front of his lover and
former idol, cheeks flushed and head hanging.
Yuuri gasped as he felt another leak escape, dampening not only his boxers, but
this time, his pants. He cringed as he saw Victor look at him, eyes resting on
his crotch. “I-I’m sorry,” Yuuri mumbled, “I-I can’t help it.”
Victor only smiled warmly, moving a hand to rub the small of Yuuri’s back.
“It’s okay, you don’t have to apologize, love. Everything is okay.”
Yuuri still whimpered as another leak soaked his pants, this spurt longer than
the last. It was harder to stop, his cock burning from the grip he had on it.
Yuuri cringed as another spurt escaped, and then another- a trail of urine now
travelling down his left thigh.
“Oh, love...” Victor murmured sympathetically.
“I’m sorry...” Yuuri whispered as his bladder lost the fight.
A thick stream pushed its way past his tip, soaking his pants on its way down
to the cab floor. Yuuri felt tears brimming in his eyes as heat pooled
underneath him, soaking his butt and thighs. The telltale splashing of liquid
onto the carpeted floor was enough to make the cab driver turn around, shooting
Yuuri a dirty look.
“You gotta pay for that damage, ya know.”
Victor rubbed Yuuri’s back still as the younger man finished soaking himself,
telling the driver, “That’s fine. Please stop looking at him, he’s upset enough
already.”
Yuuri gladly let his face get pressed to Victor’s neck, allowed his soothing
words to filly his ears. He sobbed, through it all, repeating, “I’m sorry, I’m
sorry! I couldn’t help it! I tried to hold it... I couldn’t help it.”
“I know, love, I know. Shh,” Victor kissed his hair, nuzzling his nose against
Yuuri’s scalp. “I know you couldn’t help it. Don’t cry, my love.”
“I-I’m sorry,” Yuuri sniffled weakly, all but collapsing against Victor. “I’m
so sorry.”
“It was just an accident... You couldn’t help it.”
***** Victor Pity Wetting The Bed *****
Chapter Summary
     Prompt from boundguyslover: "Could you please write about Yuuri
     having an accident while sleeping and Victor peeing himself so Yuuri
     wouldn't know he was the one who had the accident"
Victor woke languidly, rolling over and realizing just how coldhe felt.
Mumbling sleepily, Victor jolted into a sitting position once he realized that
he wasn’t just cold, he was also wet. His hands immediatly moved to his crotch,
but it was dry. The only part of him that was wet was his thigh, his right one.
Gingerly, Victor moved back the blanket to feel Yuuri’s own pants, sure enough,
finding his pants to be soaked.
Oh no. Yuuri had never been good with embarrassing situations, and the last
thing Victor wanted to do was wake him in the middle of the night only for him
to launch into a state of anxiety and self-depreciation. Victor licked his
lips, sucking in a breath and making a split-second decision to help Yuuri in
the only way their current predicament allowed.
Victor had trouble letting go; years of being toilet trained made his bladder
lock up as he tried to push out its contents. Eventually, however, a tiny
dribble dampened his boxers. Victor sighed, relaxing further as a weak stream
began, warmth spreading over his lap and onto the bed below. He was close
enough to Yuuri, and his bladder had been full enough, that his piss traveled
to where Yuuri slept peacefully, none the wiser to what Victor was doing. He
was pleasantly warm as he finished up, a contrast to the cold he had felt upon
waking from Yuuri’s cooled urine.
Victor waited until his pants began to cool once more before gently shaking
Yuuri awake, whispering his name pitifully, “Yuuri… Wake up, love.”
Yuuri stirred, mumbling sleeping as he rolled over. “Victor, what’s-” Yuuri
eyes shot open and he sat up immediately, hands flying to his crotch much like
Victor’s had when he woke up. “I’m all wet…”
Victor gave Yuuri the most sheepish expression he could manage, even sinking
his teeth into his lower lip for effect. “I’m sorry, I must have wet the bed.
I-I’m sorry for getting you wet.”
Yuuri’s eyes widened as Victor pulled back the blanket, revealing his freshly
soaked crotch. “Oh…” he whispered, shocked. “No, it’s alright.” Yuuri crawled
from the bed, walking around and offering his hands to Victor, effectively
helping him from the bed. His clothes clung to him, sticking to his thighs as
he planted his feet on the ground with Yuuri’s help. “Let’s get cleaned up,
okay?”
Victor breathed a sigh of relief as he was led into the bathroom by his
husband, grateful that he had been able to pull that off. Crisis averted.
***** Yuri Gagged, Tied Up, and Desperate *****
Chapter Summary
     Prompt from boundguyslover~
     Yuri tied up and gagged by Victor and Yuuri while desperate.
He looked marvelous, rope binding his his hands behind him, crisscrossing over
his chest in intricate lines. His mouth was wide, stretched over the ball gag.
His bladder was protruding- or trying to. It was bulging against the ropes,
desperately trying to expand past the confines that Victor and Yuuri had set
over it.
“Yura,” Victor crooned, “you look so lovely like this.”
Yuuri hummed in agreement, stepping forward and brushing his fingers underneath
Yuri’s chin. Yuri squirmed under his touch, hips wiggling as much as his
bindings would allow. Green eyes looked at Yuuri pleadingly, silently begging
for relief. Yuuri pressed a succinct kiss to Yuri’s forehead, tilting his head
to the side upon pulling back. “You’re bursting, aren’t you?”
Yuri made a muffled sound behind the gag, nodding his head frantically. He cast
his eyes down submissively, silently asking to be allowed relief. Yuuri ruffled
his blonde hair affectionately, speaking soft and saccharine. “Soon, love. Wait
a little longer for us.”
Yuri nodded once more as Victor stepped closer, running his fingers over the
complex knotted rope. His fingers brushed from Yuri’s chest down to his
stomach, pausing where his aching bladder pulsed. “So full,” Victor whispered,
running a single finger over Yuri’s bladder with a bit more pressure.
Yuri’s body convulsed, a muffled whimper escaping as he frantically tried to
move away from Victor’s touch. “Mmf! Nngh!”
Yuuri looked down at Yuri’s crotch, only clothed by the thin fabric of his
underwear. He licked his lips as a bead of moisture wet the fabric, right at
the tip of Yuri’s cock. “Oh, baby. You’re so naughty, losing control like like.
Victor was prompted to look down at Yuuri’s words, inspecting Yuri’s leak with
his own eyes. “I barely even touched you. You must really need to go.”
Yuri nodded frantically as Victor reached down and cupped his package, gently
squeezing to give Yuri some relief. “Mmm! Mmm!” Yuri canted his hips up the
best he could, desperate for Victor’s touch and something to ease the pressure.
“So needy,” Yuuri scolded quietly.
Victor removed his hand with an agreeable hum, stepping back and pressing a
finger to the corner of his mouth. The older men watched in silence as Yuri
writhed, inadvertently causing the ropes to tighten around his middle. He
moaned, muffled, as another leak dampened his underwear. The spot had grown to
the size of a baseball, and Victor clicked his tongue in disapproval.
“You’re getting all wet, Yura.”
“Mmm,” Yuuri hummed, wetting his lips once more.
Yuri groaned as he pissed more, a trickle flowing down his thigh and pooling
into a tiny puddle on the chair below him. His face was scrunched up in
concentration, tears streaking down his face as he fought to remain in control.
Yuuri inhaled sharply as a hissing filled the room, Yuri having lost the fight.
He sank back in the chair as he pissed, eyes shut and still leaking tears down
his cheeks. He moaned behind the gag, cock spilling the contents of his bladder
onto his lap, soon spilling onto the chair. A puddle began forming on the
floor, splashing loudly as Yuri’s thick stream continued to add to it. he
moaned again, eyes fluttering open as the pee tapered off, the last dribbles
dripping down onto the floor.
Victor and Yuuri stared at him in silence for a moment, taking in his flushed,
wet cheeks and demure expression. Finally, Victor spoke. “Are you relieved now,
Yura?”
***** Otabek Request *****
He had gone to the bathroom at the airport, yet he already needed to go again.
If there was one thing Otabek would change about himself, it was his weak
bladder. He was cool, strong, stoic- and yet, he found it nearly impossible to
control his bladder, which seemed to fill entirely too quickly on a regular
basis.
It didn’t help that he was nervous- of course he was nervous. He was visiting
Yuri in St. Petersburg for the first time. He was visiting his friend for the
first time. He hadn’t seen Yuri in a few months, aside from Skype calls. He was
nervous to see him, and nervous to be staying at Lilia’s house with him. Otabek
sucked in a deep breath as the cab pulled up in front of Lilia’s home.
Yuri met him at the front door, cheeks pink and eyes sparkling. “Beka!”
Otabek gasped as Yuri’s arms squeezed his middle, belatedly returning the hug
as he tried to ignore the way Yuri’s body squished his bladder. “Yura, you look
well.”
Yuri grabbed Otabek’s arm excitedly with one hand, attempting to take his
luggage with the other. “How was your flight? Did you sleep any? The cab ride
wasn’t too long, right?”
Otabek kept a firm grip on his luggage as Yuri leads him inside, unwilling to
let his friend do the heavy lifting for him. He fought the urge to cross his
legs as they stood in the foyer, Otabek marveling at the grand staircase as
Yuri babbled on in his ear. Otabek wished he could just ask where the restroom
was. That’s what any normal person would do- but not Otabek. As he was led up
the stairs by a warm hand, all he could consider was how rude it would look to
run off to the bathroom the moment he arrived at Yuri’s home- especially since
it was his first time there.
“You alright, Beka?”
Otabek realized that they had paused in the hallway, using the opportunity to
press his thighs together tightly. “Yeah, I’m okay.”
“You’re really quiet.” Yuri laughs, shaking his head. “I mean, you’re always
quiet, but… You’re especially quiet today.”
Just ask him for the toilet, you idiot. You’re about to explode. “I’m fine,”
Otabek lied, feeling his bladder pulse inside of him in protest. “I’m really
excited to see you again, Yuri.”
Yuri beamed at him, pulling him further down the hall. “This is my bedroom,” he
announced, opening the door and using Otabek inside. “You don’t mind sharing a
bed, do you? It’s a queen size, so there’s plenty of room.”
Otabek glanced around the room, marveling at its size. There was a sitting
area, a large bed, and two dressers. “I don’t mind sharing,” Otabek assured
him, placing his luggage down where Yuri motioned.
Yuri grinned again, motioning Otabek over to the couch. “I’m glad you came,”
Yuri told him as he sat down.
Otabek joined him, wincing inwardly as he lowered himself onto the couch. His
bladder was full and heavy, and sitting down made the waistband of his jeans
press against it. “I’m glad, too.”
Yuri jabbered on about one thing or another, but Otabek found himself
concentrating more on his bladder and less on what his friend was saying. He
needed to go so bad, but each time he tried to work up the courage to ask Yuri
where the bathroom was, he froze up, his throat seeming to shut down
completely. Where is yourr bathroom? Do you mind showing me to the restroom? It
was a long flight, I really need the toilet. There were so many ways Otabek
could ask, and if he could only blurt just one of them out, Yuri would lead him
to relief.
As Yuri got up to plug in a video game system, wanting to show Otabek a new
game he got, the first leak escaped. Otabek blushed, jamming a hand between his
legs to stop it as Yuri had his back turned. Otabek sighed as he inspected the
damage, removing his hand as Yuri came back over to the couch. It hadn’t leaked
through to his pants, at least.
As Yuri started up the game system, Otabek fought off another impending leak,
trying with all his might to state his problem to Yuri. “Ah, Yuri?”
“Hmm?”
Otabek sucked in a breath as another dribble dampened his crotch, begging
silently that it hadn’t shown on his pants. “I uh, before we…” Otabek tried
again as another leak warmed him, desperately attempting to hint at his
dilemma. “It was a long flight, and…”
Yuri’s face softened, placing a hand on Otabek’s tense back. “Are you tired? Do
you not want to play?”
It’s coming out, I can’t stop it. As his crotch began to grow warmer and
warmer, Otabek jumped up from the couch, shamefully hanging his head. The hand
he shoved between his legs did nothing to stop the flow of urine as it soaked
his pants, beginning to splash onto the wooden floor.
“Oh my god, Beka! Are you okay?”
Yuri was at his side in a second, rubbing his back as he wet himself like a
child. He didn’t deserve this understanding or kindness, not when he had caused
his own accident. Otabek felt tears brimming in his eyes as he finished wetting
himself, face heated as he stared down at the formidable puddle he had made on
Yuri’s floor.
“Beka, hey,” Yuri whispered, still rubbing his back. “Look at me.”
Otabek did, and a few tears leaked from his eyes as soon as they made contact
with Yuri’s. “I’m sorry, I-”
Yuri only shook his head, shushing him quietly. “Is this why you were acting
strange? Because you were uncomfortable?”
Otabek nodded, hanging his head once more. his pants were beginning to cool,
sticking uncomfortably to his thighs and calves. “I… I’m so stupid, I’m sorry.”
Yuri’s tone was soft as he asked, “why didn’t you say something?”
Otabek shook his head, sighing deeply. “I tried to, but it was already… I
waited too long, and it was really stupid, and I’m sorry.” Otabek sighed again,
lifting his head though it still felt too heavy for his neck to hold up. “I-
I wanted to ask where the… I just… locked up every time tried to.”
Yuri smiled at him, shaking his head. “Let’s go get you cleaned up, and then
you’ll know where the bathroom is, and you won’t have to ask where it is next
time. Is that what it was? The asking part?” Otabek nodded sheepishly, cheeks
flushing. Yuri only met his embarrassment with further understanding, taking
Otabek’s hand into his and giving it a squeeze. “Let’s go.”
***** Victor Maid Dom/Sub Request *****
“Victor, the mantle isn’t going to dust itself, you know.”
Yuuri smirked as Victor whimpered, crossing one thigh-high clad leg over the
other as he lifted the feather duster daintily. As he reached up to dust, his
maid dress rode up even more (it was quite skimpy to begin with), revealing the
lacy white panties Yuuri had put him in. Yuuri grinned, watching Victor
struggle to clean while bouncing from foot to foot, his stilettos clicking on
the floor.
“M-Master?”
Yuuri rolled his eyes, lying back even further on the couch. Seemingly
disinterested, he muttered, “what?”
Victor turned to him, legs still crossed tightly. Clutching the feather duster
in one hand and the hem of his dress in the other, Victor asked, “may I go to
the toilet?”
Yuuri scoffed, cocking his head to the side. “You want to go to the toilet?”
Victor nodded, cheeks growing pink as he fiddled with the lace hem of his
dress. “Yes, please.”
Yuuri licked his lips, smirking. “Can’t even control your yourself for more
than a few hours? Really, Victor, I thought better of you.”
Victor turned even redder, bending at the waist and casting his eyes down to
the floor. “I-I really need to use the toilet, Master.”
Yuuri lowered his voice, steady and demanding. “You will hold it, Victor. Now,
come here.”
Victor obeyed wordlessly and without hesitation, sinking to his knees in front
of Yuuri. His eyes were glassy and expression open, unable to stay still as he
sat on his knees. “Like this?”
“Yes, Victor. Just like this.” Yuuri leaned forward, running his fingers
through Victor’s hair. “Are you going to be good for me?”
“Yes.”
“Are you going to hold it for me?”
“Yes.”
“Are you ready to get back to work?”
“Yes.”
“Then I’d like a glass of lemonade. Bring the pitcher and glass in here, but
don’t pour it yet.”
Victor rose slowly, crossing his legs for a moment before scurrying from the
room. Yuuri knew that Victor must be potty dancing and squeezing his cock in
the kitchen, since the rules were that he couldn't hold himself in front of
Yuuri. It took Victor a few moments to return, the pitcher and glass in hand.
He placed them both on the end table, waiting for his orders.
Yuuri smirked, adjusting himself on the couch to get a better view of Victor's
wiggling hips. “Pour me a glass of lemonade, Victor.”
Victor visibly cringed as he lifted the pitcher, shifting from foot to foot as
he tilted it. The sharp breath he sucked in as the first dribble trickled into
the glass was glorious, his legs snapping together and trembling from the
sound.
“Mmm,” Yuuri teased him. “You look uncomfortable, Victor. What ever is the
matter?”
Yuuri grinned wickedly as Victor moaned, his hand shaking and causing a bit of
lemonade to splash onto the end table. The glass in Victor's other hand
consequently slipped from it, breaking on the table with a sickening sound.
“Ah!” Victor gasped, legs jiggling as he set the pitcher down. “I'm s-sorry,
Master.”
Yuuri raised his eyebrows, waiting for Victor's next move. He licked his lips
with anticipation, eyes raking over Victor's shaking frame. “Well?” He finally
asked, eyes shooting daggers.
“M-master…” Victor took a deep breath, shuffling back down to the floor, at
Yuuri's feet. His eyes grew lidded, hands placed carefully at Yuuri's knees.
“Master,” he tries again, much more controlled, “I could do my job much more
efficiently if you would allow me a few moments to relieve myself.”
Yuuri smirked, moving to trace his fingers over Victor's right hand. “Victor,
are you trying to be coy with me?”
Victor's eyes remained sultry, lashes fluttering as he stared down at Yuuri's
lap. “No, Master. I only want to serve you to the best of my abilities.”
“The best of your abilities?”
Victor nodded, shifting on the spot. “I could serve you much better on an empty
bladder.”
Yuuri leaned in closer, his hand crawling to the back of Victor's neck and
squeezing it lightly. He brushed his lips against Victor's ear, breathing in
the sweet smell of his shampoo. “Stop playing these fucking games, and clean up
the mess you've made.” He released Victor roughly, shoving him backwards in the
process. Victor gasped, recovering quickly and scrambling to his feet.
His hips were in constant motion, low whines rising in his throat as he wiped
up the lemonade spill and used a dustpan to collect the broken glass. When he
was finished, he stared at Yuuri expectantly, hands folded in front of him as
he marched in place. “What shall I do next, Master?”
Yuuri shrugged, rising to his feet and motioning for Victor to follow him from
the room. “You,” Yuuri murmured cruelly, are going to clean the bathroom.”
Victor visibly cringed as they entered the room, eyes darting to the toilet as
his teeth sunk into his lower lip. “Okay, Master.”
“First, though…” Yuuri made his way past Victor, lifting the toilet seat
languidly. “I rather need to piss. And I think you should watch.”
Yuuri beckoned Victor closer as he took out his cock, aiming it down at the
toilet. Victor fisted the sides of his frilly dress as Yuuri began to empty
himself, making a show of moaning with relief. Victor grew pale as he watched,
desperate moans falling from his lips as he potty-danced frantically. Victor
was shaking, face scrunched with concentration as he struggled to remain in
control.
Yuuri chuckled softly as he finished up, tucking himself away and flushing. As
he washed his hands, he ordered, “the floor. Get started sweeping it.”
Victor grabbed the broom from its place leaning against the wall, lifting it
with shaking hands. His body had gone stiff as a board, legs trembling and
hands gripping the broomstick much too tightly. “M-Master,” he whispered, eyes
downcast. “The toilet is right there; may I please go?”
Yuuri jumped onto the countertop to sit, glowering at Victor. “Not until this
room is spotless.”
“Master, p-please, I-”
Yuuri stopped him with a hand held up. “It wasn't a question.”
Victor nodded wordlessly, legs crossed tightly as he began to sweep the floor.
The movements of the broom were erratic and uncoordinated, his hand jerky and
unstable. When Victor froze, both hands gripping the broomstick as his head
rested on the top of it, Yuuri knew he was getting close to his limit. Victor's
breathing grew tight and shallow, and Yuuri's eyes widened as he heard two
droplets hitting the tile floor in succession.
Yuuri's eyes grazed down Victor's frame, from his shaking hands to his dress,
down to where his legs remained tightly crossed. There was a clear dampness in
the crevice of Victor's thighs, leading right down to where a thin, pale
trickle stained his white thigh-highs. From there, Yuuri's eyes moved down to
the floor, where as suspected, two droplets of piss littered the floor.
“Victor,” Yuuri began to scold him, but was quickly interrupted by a pained
gasp.
The broom fell from Victor's hands, clattering onto the floor as both hands
moved to fist the fabric of his tights. “M-Master, I can't-” he cut himself off
with a low moan just as the hissing filled Yuuri's ears.
He watched in mock disgust as Victor's bladder voided all over himself and the
floor, head bowed shamefully and hands twisting together. “Victor,” Yuuri
warned, but Victor didn't look up. Yuuri was forced to cup Victor's chin with
his hand, tilting it so that Victor was forced to make eye contact. “Victor,
you're fucking filthy. Look at yourself, making a mess all over the floor. You
were supposed to clean it, not piss all over it.”
Victor's lips began to tremble, his eyes watering as he tried to speak. “I-”
“You couldn't even obey one simple order.”
“I'm s-sorry, Master.”
The stream of Victor's pissed died off as a few tears leaked from the corners
of his eyes. They painted his face as they last few trickles of piss joined the
puddle on the floor, and Yuuri scoffed. “Are you going to cry now, too?
Pathetic.”
The word broke Victor, who nodded in agreement. Fresh tears coursed down his
cheeks, trailing all the way down to Yuuri's hand. “Victor,” Yuuri murmured,
less harshly. “Clean up your mess while I get you fresh clothes.”
Yuuri left Victor, going into their bedroom and picking out his favorite
sweatpants and t-shirt. He got back into the bathroom just as Victor was rising
from his knees, pee-soaked towels in his arms. Yuuri sighed, shaking his head
as he placed the fresh clothes on the counter.
“Leave them,” Yuuri told him, gesturing towards the floor. He waited until
Victor placed them back on the ground before adding, “step out of your shoes,
Victor.” As Victor obeyed, Yuuri pulled the maid dress up and over his head,
tossing it aside. Victor was left in nothing but his pee-soaked panties and
socks, shifting uncomfortably under Yuuri's gaze.
“Can I…” Victor gestured to the offended articles, and Yuuri nodded.
“Let me help.”
When Victor has been stripped completely, Yuuri stood him in the shower and
rinsed him off with the hose. He then plugged up the tub, sitting Victor down
and taking one of Victor's favorite bath bombs from the cabinet. As Victor
settled into the rising water, Yuuri knelt beside the tub and brushed back his
bangs.
“Are you starting to come down a bit?”
Victor nodded, offering Yuuri a soft smile. “I'm okay,” he assured Yuuri,
answering his unspoken concerns.
Yuuri pressed a kiss to Victor's temple, looking him over carefully. “Can I get
you anything?”
Victor shook his head, keening at Yuuri's touch. “Just stay with me for a bit?”
“Of course, love,” Yuuri assured him. “You're okay?”
Victor nodded, smiling softly. “You always take such good care of me after,
Yuuri.”
“And I promise that I always will.”
***** Yuri/Beka Dom/Sub Request *****
“You will hold it, Yura.”
Those four words spoken from Otabek’s lips brought Yuri to his knees instantly,
head bowing in a submissive position. “Yes, Sir.”
“Why are you your knees, hmm?”
Yuri sucked in a deep breath, raising his eyes to meet the older man’s. “I’m
going to sit here and wait until you give me permission.”
Otabek hummed contently, reaching down tousle Yuri’s hair as a reward. “That’s
a good boy. What are you waiting for permission to do?”
“To use the bathroom.”
“Good boy,” Otabek repeated. “You sit pretty for me, now.”
Yuri placed his hands at his thighs, laying them flat against the rough fabric
of his jeans. He had needed to go badly when he had first asked for Otabek’s
permission to use the toilet, and that was an hour ago. Now, he was beyond
bursting, his bladder protruding from his thin frame and aching to be released.
Still, Yuri stayed as still as possible, knowing better than to squirm under
Otabek’s watchful gaze.
“Yuri,” Otabek waited until Yuri made eye contact once more before continuing,
“spread your thighs for me.”
Yuri obeyed without question, shuffling until his thighs were pulled apart. He
bit down on his lip to fight through the wave of pressure that overtook him,
piss threatening to spill from his cock at any moment. “Sir.”
“Yuri?”
“I don’t… I can’t hold it much longer.”
Otabek knelt in front of him, fingers lightly brushing his chin. “I told you to
hold it and wait for permission. Are you telling me that you would disobey me?”
Yuri shook his head, tears prickling behind his eyes, whether from his
desperate state or the thought of disappointing Otabek. “I want to hold it for
you, Sir. I-I’m trying.”
Otabek softened his grip on Yuri’s chin the slightest bit, scanning over his
face. “Remember your safe words, Yuri,” he whispered.
“Yes,” Yuri breathed.
Otabek fell back into character without hesitation, clicking his tongue as he
released Yuri’s chin. “You will wait to use the toilet. Don’t you dare piss in
your pants like a child.”
Yuri nodded, bowing his head as he twisted his hands together in his lap. It
was starting to hurt, and he knew that he wouldn’t last much longer. The tip of
his cock burned with sheer desperation, and a dribble escaped, dampening his
underwear. Yuri cringed inwardly at the sensation, taking in a sharp breath and
trying to prevent anymore from leaking out.
“Yuri?”
“Sir?”
“Are you crying?”
It was only then that Yuri realized the burning behind his eyes was
dissipating, dotting the lap of his jeans in sporadic patterns. “Yes, Sir.”
“Have you leaked?”
As soon as the words hung between them, another dribble made its way past
Yuri’s slit. It wouldn’t be long now; his bladder throbbed inside of him. “Yes,
Sir.”
“Weak,” Otabek tore at him, scoffing in disgust.
“I’m sorry, Si-”
The floodgates broke. Yuri whimpered as the first real spurt left this cock,
making the head burn. The heat flowed through him and into his underwear,
soaking them completely before his jeans began to glisten. Otabek was scolding
him, berating him, but all Yuri could register was the relief he was feeling.
He was soaked completely within a few seconds, his stream thick and
unforgiving. He sunk down into the puddle he was creating, breaking from his
kneeling position as the last few spurts trickled to the floor.
“Sir,” Yuri whispered weakly. He was quickly becoming boneless, sinking down
even further into his own mess. “Sir, please.”
“Disgusting brat,” Otabek spat out, stepping away as Yuri reached out to him.
Yuri had asked for this, he had asked for Otabek to be unforgiving and cold.
But suddenly, the words were too much. He broke, tears coursing down his cheeks
as he blubbered, “I’m sorry, Beka!”
The breaking of character was enough for Otabek to sinking to his knees, right
in Yuri’s puddle. “Yuri, are you-” Otabek carefully placed a hand on Yuri’s
shoulder. “Do you want to stop?”
“Y-Yes,” Yuri whispered, clinging to Otabek’s shirt. “I thought I wanted you
to, but… I n-need it. I need you.”
“Okay, okay. It’s alright, I’m right here.”
Yuri was pulled into strong arms, right onto Otabek’s lap. “You’ll get wet,”
Yuri whispered in protest.
“Don't worry about that,” Otabek murmured into Yuri's hair. “I love you, Yuri.
So much. You did so well, and I'm sorry if I went too far.”
Yuri shook his head, burying his face in Otabek's chest. “I wanted it, I did.
Just... Not all at once. It got to be too much.”
“Yuri, next time, please tell me sooner so that I can slow down. I don't want
to make you hurt.”
“I'll tell you sooner next time, Beka,” Yuri promised. “I will.”
“You're okay now, Yuri. You're safe now.”
“I know,” Yuri murmured, sinking deeper into the embrace. “I love you, Beka.”
***** Long Haired Vitya *****
“Victor,” the redhead drawled in a bratty tone, “Yakov says you're in charge of
us.”
Victor glanced from Mila to the new child, Yuri, and back again. “He said
what?”
Mila rolled her eyes, wrapping her arms protectively around the blonde child’s
chest from behind. “He’s fighting with Lilia again and they went home. So, he
says that you have to watch me and Yuri, and help us finish our practice.”
Victor suppressed a groan, reaching out with his hand and offering it to Yuri.
“I don’t believe we’ve officially met, Yuri. My name is-”
“Victor,” the child interrupted, moving his hand past Victor’s and instead
touching his long, silver locks. “I know who you are.”
Victor grunted, letting the child touch his hair for a moment before pulling
back. “Fine,” he muttered to Mila. “Go ahead back, I just need to go to the
bathroom and then-”
“You can’t just leave us out here alone, Victor. What if someone comes in and
murders us or something? Yakov will blame you!” She swung Yuri back and forth
in her arms, and he glared at Victor as if to agree with her.
Victor huffed, embarrassed. He had needed the toilet for hours now, and had
finally gotten a break. He was about to make his way to the bathroom when Mila
approached him. Victor swallowed, giving in to his pride and resolving to hold
it. There was no way in hell that Victor, a 20-year-old man, was about to tell
this 11-year-old brat that he couldn’t wait for the bathroom.
He ushered the children back out onto the ice, hovering near the edge. “What
were you working on?” he asked them as they skated to the center of the ice.
His bladder felt heavy inside his gut, and he was already regretting his
decision to power through their lesson.
“Double salchows,” Mila informed him happily.
Victor sighed, leaning back against the edge of the rink. “Go ahead, then.
Let’s see them.”
Mila tried hers first, circling around Yuri twice before launching herself into
the jump. She landed it well, not even trembling or shaking as her skates
touched the ice. Yuri tried after her, but it wasn’t a double that he did. The
blonde spun three times in the air, slipping as he landed and grazing his hand
over the ice to steady himself.
“Yuri!” Victor scolded the child, who glared back with cold green eyes. “We’re
doing doubles, not triples. Your body isn’t ready yet and you’ll hurt yourse-”
“Shut up, old man.”
Victor stared at Yuri in disbelief as Mila covered her mouth with her hand,
giggling loudly. “He is an old man, isn’t he?” Yuri only shrugged, launching
himself into triple against Victor’s request.
Victor didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t exactly stop Yuri from attempting
the triple, but he was supposed to be in charge of the children. Suddenly, a
brilliant idea overcame him- something that would allow him both to assert his
authority and slip off to the restroom and relieve the ache in his abdomen.
“That’s it, I’m going to call Yakov and tell him you aren’t listening to me!”
Yuri only shrugged, clearly unaffected. Mila giggled, skating over to Victor.
“Are you going to call him, really?”
Victor shifted away from her, skating towards the rink exit. “Yeah, I am.”
Mila followed close behind, reminding him, “you can’t leave him skating out
here alone, you know! Yakov will pitch a fit.”
Victor gritted his teeth. He wasn’t even going to call Yakov, he just wanted to
slip away to the bathroom. His bladder was starting to hurt, sharp pains
shooting through his lower stomach and back. “Then watch him,” Victor muttered.
“I’ll be right ba-”
“It’s not my job to watch him, it’s your job to watch us. I’m going with you to
call Yakov.”
“You aren’t,” Victor argued, stepping from the ice. As he bent down to put on
his skate guards, he felt a hot spurt of urine grace his underwear. “Shit,” he
cursed under his breath.
“That’s a bad word,” Mila teased him, placing on her own skate guards.
Victor trembled with the effort of standing up straight, his bladder swollen
and pained. He needed to go now, or he was afraid it might start backing up
into his kidneys. “Just watch him for a second, Mila, I’m not joking.”
Unfortunately, Mila didn’t find Victor’s threats to be serious. She followed
him, and Victor was forced to pause a few feet from the hallway. Victor felt
sweat rising on his brow, and another spurt of piss escaped his cock. He
grunted, cross his legs tightly and bending forward, desperately trying to stop
the flow.
“Mila, go back to the ice.”
Victor grimaced as his pants became wetter, and he knew there was no way he was
going to make it down the hall at this rate. “Vitya, are you peeing your
pants?”
Mila said it loudly enough to draw Yuri's attention, prompting him to skate to
the edge of the rink and prop his elbows up to look. “He is,” Yuri shrugged
simply, and Victor melted under the children's amused gazes.
Victor sucked in a breath, grabbing his crotch shamefully and attempting to
shuffle out of view of his young charges. Unfortunately, his bladder had other
plans. He steadily voided himself, only making it two steps before the tendrils
of piss trickling down his legs began splattering onto the floor. Victor
whimpered, leaning against the wall and accepting his fate.
He moved his hand from his crotch, shuddering as his stream thickened. The room
was silent aside from Victor's piss splashing loudly onto the floor. Victor wet
himself for ages, the pressure in his bladder slowly but surely deflating.
After he thought he was finally empty, his bladder spasmed and let out another
spurt that Victor didn't even know he contained.
Victor waited for the laughter, but it never came. He cautiously turned,
looking at his young charges. Mila stood a few feet away, mouth agape. Yuri was
still leaning on the rink barrier, looking at Victor curiously. You could have
heard a pin drop, until Mila finally spoke.
“Grown-ups aren't supposed to have accidents.”
“Only babies have accidents,” Yuri chimed in.
“Shut up,” Victor hissed. He was close to tears, but refused to humiliate
himself even further. “Watch him,” Victor grimaced. “I need to clean up.”
***** Yuri/Otabek Storage Closet Desperation *****
“Come to the toilet with me, Beka? I'm gonna burst.”
Otabek nodded, finishing his water bottle and chucking it into the wastebasket
before standing and placing his hand on the small of Yuri's back. “Let's go.”
They rounded the corner, ready to make their way down the hall towards the
restrooms, when Otabek was suddenly thrown off balance. It happened in a split
second- one moment they were walking down the hall, and the next, they were in
a dark, crowded space. Otabek felt Yuri's nails dig into his arm, and he
quickly turned on his phone flashlight to keep the younger from panicking. The
storage closet; they were locked in the storage closet.
“Yuri, have fun with your boyfriend for a little bit! I'll cover for you with
Yakov!”
“Mila, you fucking bi-”
“Yuri, shh.” Otabek wrapped his arms around Yuri's waist, pulling him close.
“Calm down, she's just playing a prank.”
Yuri scowled, hardly relaxing in Otabek's arms. “I wasn't exaggerating when I
said I was gonna burst.”
Otabek kissed Yuri's neck gingerly, moving a trail of kisses up his jawline.
“Maybe I can distract you, then.”
It worked, for a few minutes. They made out in the dark closet, hands roaming
and forgetting to breathe. It didn't last long, however, Yuri pulling away with
a gasp. Otabek quickly pulled out his phone again, shining it on his boyfriend.
“D-don't look!” Yuri whimpered, turning away from Otabek with his hand between
his legs. “I need to go, Beka. I need to go so bad.”
“Do you think she'll be back soon?” Otabek asked, eyes raking Yuri's hunched
frame.
“I can't wait; I need to go.”
Otabek sighed, using his phone flashlight to scan over the room. Spotting a
bucket in the corner, Otabek nudged Yuri's arm. “Look, Yuri. You can use that.”
“Beka, I can't piss in that.”
Otabek sighed, rubbing Yuri's back rhythmically. “It's just us. You can, Yuri.”
Yuri huffed, marching in place. His hand remained planted in front of his pants
as his eyes darted from Otabek, to the bucket, and back again. “This is
embarrassing,” he whispered.
“It's not,” Otabek assured him. “Relieve yourself, Yuri, before you have an
accident.”
Yuri scowled, but made his way to the bucket. Otabek followed close behind,
shining the light for Yuri to aim. He rubbed Yuri's back as he exposed himself,
aiming down into the bucket. Yuri sighed with relief as his stream began,
burying his face in Otabek's shoulder as it began to thunder into the plastic.
“God, it's so loud,” Yuri groaned.
“Don't worry about that,” Otabek murmured, pressing a kiss to his temple.
“You're okay.”
By the time the last dribbles were pattering into the bucket, Yuri was limp
against Otabek. He held the blonde up, finally turning his flashlight off as
Yuri concealed himself. “That was humiliating,” Yuri mumbled, wrapping his arms
around Otabek's waist.
Otabek hugged him back, kissing his head. “Do you feel better now?”
“Yeah.”
“Then that's all that matters.”
***** Victuuri Dom/Sub *****
Chapter Summary
     Prompt to do a Victuuri dom/sub where sub!Yuuri gets overwhelmed.
“I-I don't know if I can hold it anymore, Vitya.”
Victor raked his eyes over his desperate lover, clicking his tongue. “I told
you to hold it, Yuuri. Can't you even do that?”
Yuuri’s cheeks flushed, his eyes casting down at his lap. “I’m sorry,” he
whispered, fiddling with the fabric of his shirt.
“Hold it,”
“Y-yes, Victor.” Yuuri looked close to tears, his lip trembling and his hands
shaking as they played with the hem of his shirt some more. Victor almost asked
him if he was truly okay with this, but resisted. Yuuri knew his safewords, and
he wouldn’t hesitate to use them if he needed to. Yellow for slow down or
pause, red for stop. He had used them before, and Victor had no doubt that he
would if he truly needed to stop.
When Yuuri moaned and his hand briefly drifted to his crotch, Victor scoffed
with disgust. “Look at you, grabbing at yourself like a child. I thought you’d
have better control than that.”
Yuuri stared up at his husband, tears ready to leak from the corners of his
eyes. “It was g-going to come out!” He whispered painfully, rocking in place
and fanning his legs in and out. “I need to go.”
“You will go when you have permission to. And I have not given you my
permission.” Victor paused for a moment, watching Yuuri’s body shaking as the
tears finally streamed down his face. “Control yourself, you’re an adult.”
Yuuri whimpered as his hand shot to the front of his pants again, gripping
himself so tightly that his knuckles grew white. “Please d-don’t scold me,” he
whimpered, fresh tears leaking down his cheeks.
He hadn’t used the safeword, so Victor shook his head. “I’m disappointed in
you, Yuuri. Look at how you’re touching yourself like a baby. Crying, too.
You’re a mess.”
Yuuri nodded in agreement, rocking in place as his hand remained at the front
of his pants. “Y-yellow,” he whispered. “Please, don’t be so cruel.”
Victor knelt down, gently brushing back Yuuri’s hair and pressing a kiss to his
forehead. “I’ll slow down,” he assured him, before pulling back.
When Yuuri whimpered again, a dark patch spreading from beneath his hand to the
size of a baseball, Victor only shook his head. He clicked his tongue, but did
not scold Yuuri any further. Still, Yuuri broke. “Victor, V-Victor…” Tears
streaked his cheeks again, his entire body trembling. “I’m going to have an
accident.”
Victor softened, kneeling back down in front of his husband. Something wasn’t
right; Yuuri was obviously upset and it wasn’t an act. “Yuuri, do you need to-”
Yuuri nodded before the sentence left Victor’s mouth, breaking into pieces as
the wet patch spread across his lap. “Red, Vitya, red,” he sobbed.
“Sweetheart, shh,” Victor murmured, scooping Yuuri onto his lap. Immediately,
Victor felt the warmth from Yuuri’s lap spreading onto his own, but he didn’t
care. “You’re okay, it’s okay. I’m right here.”
“I’m s-sorry I couldn’t go through w-with it,” Yuuri whimpered, still voiding
his bladder. Piss soaked through both of their pants before splashing loudly
onto the floor. “I tried,”
“Darling, you did so well. You were perfect, my love. So perfect.” Victor
pressed kiss after kiss to Yuuri’s hair, squeezing him tightly. “Don’t you
apologize. I want you to be comfortable. You’re safe now,” Victor assured him.
“You’re safe.”
“I’m w-wetting myself on you,” Yuuri suddenly realized. “Oh my god, I’m sorry!”
He tried to pull away, but Victor held tight.
“I don’t mind, Yuuri. It’s okay.” Victor kissed him yet again, rocking him
lightly. “Let it all out, you’re okay.”
Yuuri buried his face in Victor’s neck as his finished emptying, his thick
stream finally tapering off into a slow trickle. “I’m finished,” he whimpered.
“You did so well for me, love. You really had to go, but you held it in so
well. I’m so proud of you.”
“I-I’m sorry for freaking out,” Yuuri whispered, pulling back enough to look at
Victor with watery eyes. “I got overwhelmed.”
Victor pressed a kiss to Yuuri’s nose, assuring him, “That’s why we have
safewords, Yuuri. I’m glad you spoke up, sweetheart. Victor was sure to shower
Yuuri with praise for the rest of the day.
***** Yuri Squat Toilet Requst *****
Yuri had been acting weird since they got back from the rink. He had just
arrived in Japan a few hours ago, and he had certainly not been quiet. He had
been loud and boisterous until they had arrived back at the inn. After getting
settled and eating, Yuri had become very quiet and very fidgety. Every few
minutes, he would shift positions. He stared down at his lap a lot, a look of
concentration on his face. It took Victor a bit to place it, but he really
recognized the mannerisms: Yuri needed to pee.
Victor slid closer to Yuri at the table, whispering to him in their native
tongue. “The toilet is down the hall, the first door on the left,” he informed
him, not unkindly.
Yuri scowled, shifting in place. “I know,” he muttered.
“Then why don’t you ju-”
It was then that Yuuri’s mother entered the room once more, interrupting them
with cups of tea. Victor became distracted again talking with Yuuri and asking
him about his prior training, what he liked to do for fun. He was only reminded
of Yuri’s predicament once more when the younger Russian let his hand dart
between his legs for a moment, blushing furiously as he spat, “Pig, do you have
a Western style toilet here?”
Victor resisted the urge to chuckle. Between Yuuri’s shocked expression and
Yuri’s embarrassed one, he didn’t know where to look. “Uhm, no. We don’t,”
Yuuri whispered cautiously. “I could show you to the toilet, though, it’s right
down th-”
“I known where it is,” Yuri huffed. Yuri grabbed himself again, and this time,
Yuuri noticed the action, as well. “I need to pee,” Yuri whispered shyly. “Th-
those squat toilets are different and weird and I don’t… I don’t know how to
use them.”
Understanding painted Yuuri’s face just as Victor admitted, “I used the toilet
at the rink for the first day here because I didn’t know, either. Yuuri showed
me what to do. Let’s go to the toilet and we’ll help you, okay?”
Begrudgingly, Yuri nodded. Victor held out a hand and helped him to his feet,
realizing just how bad off Yuri was once he was standing. He couldn’t move the
hand from his crotch, blushing bright red and mumbling, “stop staring.”
“We’re not,” Victor assured him gently, placing a hand on his lower back and
leading him down the hall.
“You should have told us sooner, Yurio,” Yuuri chastised as they reached the
toilet.
The second they were inside the washroom, Yuri sunk his teeth into his lower
lip and shook his head. Victor recognized the action as fear, and he began to
rub Yuri’s back. “It’s okay,” he whispered in Russian. “It’s just like a
Western toilet, but sunken in.”
Yuri nodded as Yuuri guided him to stand, pointing down at the hole. “You stand
up just the same, you just have to aim a little more accurately. It’s easier if
you point down,” Yuuri mimicked the angle with his pointer finger, “like this.”
Yuri nodded resolutely, scrambling with his pants and taking out his cock, not
caring that the older men were still present. “L-like this?” He whispered,
flushing scarlet.
Victor and Yuuri both glanced down, looking at the angle of his cock. “Mhm,”
Yuuri assured him. Yuri’s stream began not a moment later, a relieved sigh
falling from his lips as the lower one was released from his teeth. “there you
go,” Yuuri encouraged him sweetly.
Victor continued to rub Yuri’s back as he pissed, taking advantage over the
affection he was being allowed to give, where normally he would be shirked.
“Not so scary, hmm?”
Yuri shook his head in response, his impressive stream finally tapering off to
nothing. Yuri shook himself off, getting the last dribbles out, before
concealing himself once more. “There’s no-”
“Like this,” Yuuri guided him, pointing with his foot to the flusher button.
Yuri nodded, pressing it in and huffing, “we never talk about this again, got
it?”
“Okay,” Victor agreed. “But, one more thing.”
“What?”
Yuuri’s own face got red as he gestured back to the toilet. “When you need to…
you know… uh, this is the front. So you squat down, facing this way, and-”
“Okay, I get it!”
***** Victor/Yuuri/Otabek/Yuri Dom/Subs *****
Chapter Summary
     Contains explicit sexual content. Otabek dom with the others as his
     subs.
“I really don’t think you’re going to last,” Otabek taunts them.
He walks past each of them, cock hard in his fist, pumping slowly in front of
each of their faces. They are on their knees in a row: Yuuri, Victor, and then
Yuri. Yuuri is squirming incessantly, fanning his bare legs and trying to
capture his cock between his thighs to relieve the pressure. Victor is still,
though his brow has begun to sweat and he shifts from time to time. Next to
him, Yuri’s hands are gripping his knees as he rocks back and forth on his
heels, breathing heavily.
“No,” Otabek hums. “You won’t last.”
“C-Can I try first, Beka?”
The voice comes from Yuuri, eyes wide and hopeful as he lifts his head up. They
are playing a game, of course. A game in which Otabek filled all three of their
bladders to the brim and then stripped them down, lining them up on the floor.
He then stripped, taunting them with his cock as they waited for all the liquid
to get them desperate. Now, it is time for the real game to begin. They will
each have two minutes to try and make Otabek come, whether with their mouths or
their asses. If they can hold out until Otabek releases, they can piss in the
toilet. If they can’t, they will be punished. They all know what they are
getting themselves into- Otabek can be stimulated forever before he comes.
Otabek smirks down at Yuuri, reaching out and petting his hair. “Of course you
can. So eager,” he praises. “How would you like to pleasure me?”
Yuuri stares thoughtfully for a moment before replying, “fuck me.”
Otabek doesn’t need to be told twice. He gets behind Yuuri, waiting as the
older man bends down and plants his hands on the floor. Otabek reaches for the
bottle of lube, slicking up his cock and lining it up with Yuuri’s already
stretched hole. “I’m going to enter you now, Yuuri.” When Yuuri responds with a
quiet hum, Otabek sinks inside.
“Ah!” Yuuri gasps as Otabek fills him, panting. “Keep going,” he assures
Otabek, before he can ask if he wants a moment to adjust.
Otabek obliges him, letting Yuuri swallow him completely. His heat is
overwhelming, but Otabek begins thrusting into him with fervor. Yuuri groans
loudly, gasping with each and every thrust. “How’s your bladder doing, hmm? Do
you feel even fuller with me inside you?”
“Yes,” Yuuri moans, rocking his hips back into Otabek’s thrusts. “I’m so full,
but it feels good.”
Otabek smiles, rubbing Yuuri’s back. “I’m glad you’re enjoying it,” he muses.
When Yuuri’s two minutes is up, Yuri informs Otabek quietly, asking, “may I try
next?”
Otabek pulls out of Yuuri slowly and carefully, pressing a kiss to his cheek
and whispering into his ear, “good boy.”
He then moves over to Yuri, who is unable to sit still. He is squirming
deliciously. Victor still remains somewhat composed, his hips rotating in a
constant but controlled motion. Otabek smiles, teasing Yuri by asking Victor,
“what do you think? Should Yura go next, Vitya?”
Victor makes eye contact, nodding slowly. “Yes, Beka. Let him go next.”
Shrugging, Otabek brushes Yuri’s hair back lazily. “Which end, Yura?”
Wordlessly, Yuri opens his mouth, jaw going lax. Otabek hums with approval,
sliding his slick member inside Yuri’s mouth and watching as he sucks on the
head, tongue swirling around and licking up the lube from the shaft. Otabek
moans quietly, thrusting his hips up and languidly fucking Yuri’s hot cavern.
Yuri moans, muffled as he squirms in front of Otabek. Smiling, Otabek reaches
down to ruffle Yuri’s hair.
“Hold it for me like a good boy. Yuuri was so good for me; won’t you be, too?”
Yuri nods before swallowing Otabek’s cock down even farther, bobbing his head
and taking as much as he possibly can. A hand drifts to his cock and gives it a
squeeze; the motion does not go unnoticed by Victor, who encourages him
quietly, “you can hold it, sweetie.”
Yuri hums around Otabek’s cock in response, reaching out with his free hand
between his and Victor’s bodies. Otabek smiles as the two thread their fingers
together, grasping onto each other. When Yuuri whispers that the two minutes
are up, Otabek slips himself out of Yuri’s mouth, still unfulfilled. He kisses
Yuri’s cheeks as he did Yuuri’s, whispering to him the same phrase, “good boy.”
Victor smiles as Otabek approaches him, reaching out with his free hand and
touching Otabek’s thigh. He grunts as his hand moves further up, gently pulling
at Otabek’s balls in a way that makes him want to rock into the skilled touch.
“Mouth?” Otabek asks in assumption.
Victor shakes his head, lightly kissing the shaft of Otabek’s cock before
having to release Yuri’s hand and slide his hands down for balance. Otabek
mounts him without warning, sliding inside him with ease. “Ah, Yura, your spit
makes good lubrication,” Otabek whispers. “How does it feel, Vitya?”
Victor moans, arching his back and mumbling, “Feels full,”
Hearing the grit in his tone, Otabek stops thrusting and stills inside him. “Do
you need me to stop, or slow down?”
Victor shakes his head, rocking back as if to prove a point. “No, I’m okay.
Thank you, Beka.”
Otabek continues his rhythmic thrusting, entranced in the way Victor’s heat
makes him feel like every inch of his skin is ignited. Otabek can feel his
arousal starting to build, licking his lips and grabbing onto Victor’s hips.
“You feel so good, Vitya.”
Victor is humming out a response when a gasp sounds to their left, Yuri bending
forward with his hand desperately clutching his cock. Otabek pauses, glancing
over just in time to see a trickle of urine sliding down Yuri’s inner thigh. It
takes a moment for Yuri to get it under control, but he manages.
“You okay?” Victor whispers.
Yuri nods, cheeks flushing. He manages to take his hand away from his cock,
planting it back on the top of his thigh. “Yeah; I really need to go.”
“You leaked,” Otabek whispers.
“Yes,” Yuri agrees, looking up at Otabek with pitiful eyes. “I’m not going to
make it much longer.”
“Me neither.” Yuuri’s voice is soft and quiet, and the three glance over at
him. his hand is buried in his crotch, kneading at his cock quickly.
“Have you leaked?” Otabek asks, pulling out of Victor.
Yuuri shakes his head. “No.”
Otabek hums, leaning down and kissing Victor’s cheek. “Good boy,” he praises
him.
Otabek stands back for a moment, observing his two most desperate lovers.
Victor is still in control, rotating his hips and sucking in deep breaths.
Yuuri doesn’t let go of his cock for a second, squirming incessantly. Yuri
keeps his hand close to his cock, but doesn’t grip it. He wiggles his hips,
face screwed up with concentration as he tries not to lose anymore control.
Finally, Otabek approaches Yuuri and murmurs, “how do you want me?”
Yuuri shuts his eyes and opens his mouth, inviting Otabek to slip inside. He
does, watching Yuuri’s face scrunch up with concentration as he tries to
balance pleasuring Otabek with not pissing all over himself. Otabek ends up
doing most of the work, fucking into Yuuri’s mouth and only having Yuuri suck
and swirl his tongue around his member. Otabek’s gut is coiling, his arousal
steadily building by the time Yuuri pulls off, his two minutes up.
“Are you…” Yuuri blushes, as if his question could possibly be any more
embarrassing than Otabek fucking his mouth. “Are you feeling close at all?”
Otabek runs his fingers through Yuuri’s hair, a silent thank you. “I’m feeling
very, very aroused, Yuuri. You did such a good job.”
Yuuri sighs, moving his attention back to holding it as Otabek moves to Yuri.
The youngest is gripping himself again, whimpering quietly as he rocks in
place. “Beka,” he whispers, broken.
“Yura,” Otabek responds, cupping Yuri’s cheek. “You look so desperate.”
Yuri nods, eyes watering as he gasps. Otabek looks down just in time to see
another dribble of piss leak onto his thigh, dripping quietly onto the floor
between Yuri’s legs. “I’m going to lose,” Yuri whimpers, another leak spurting
from his dick. His knuckles are white from the strength of his grip, yet it
isn’t enough to keep him in control. A weak stream worms its way from Yuri’s
swollen tip, and he moans with discomfort.
“Yura,” Otabek whispers. “Don’t hurt yourself, please.”
Yuri nods, though he still keeps his hand clamped on his penis. Otabek trusts
that Yuri knows his own limits, and smiles softly when Victor reaches over to
rub Yuri’s back. Spurts continue to jet out onto Yuri’s thighs, and Otabek
makes no move to enter Yuri’s mouth or ass. There is no point; Yuri has already
lost, it’s just a matter of him completely losing control.
The last of Yuri’s control slips with a grunt, his body falling forward, only
being caught by Victor. “You’re okay,” Victor whispers as the three men watch
the puddle below Yuri spread. The hissing of Yuri’s stream is loud, but the
sigh of his relief is louder. He sags forward, relying solely on Victor to keep
him upright as Otabek strokes himself languidly, watching Yuri piss.
Yuuri is in agony at the sound and sight of Yuri’s release, gripping himself
desperately and squirming nonstop. By the time Yuri is fully emptied, Yuuri is
moaning softly. As Yuri sags back against an equally squirmy Victor, Otabek
glances at Yuuri. “You’re okay? No leaks?”
Yuuri shakes his head in response, still grasping himself. “No leaks,” he
affirms.
Otabek nods, turning his attention back to Yuri. “You’ve been a bad boy,” he
whispers, taking Yuri from Victor’s grasp and setting him on his thigh. Otabek
forces Yuri to look at him, using his hand to tug at his chin. “You know what
you get when you’re bad, don’t you?”
Yuri nods placidly, turning over on Otabek’s knee so that his damp butt is
exposed. “Spanked,” he murmurs.
“That’s right,” Otabek chides. He glances at Yuuri, who looks as if he is going
to burst at any second. “I’ll tell you what. You’ll get five, if Yuuri can stay
dry while I punish you.” Otabek pauses, watching Yuuri’s eyes widen. “But, if
he leaks, you get one more spank for each leak. How does that sound?”
“Okay,” Yuri whispers, shifting on Otabek’s knee.
“Yuuri?”
Yuuri nods, sucking in a deep breath and steeling himself. “Okay.”
Otabek rubs his hand over Yuri's damp asscheeks, soothing before he lifts his
hand and brings it back down, the sound of skin-on-skin filling the room. Yuri
doesn't even flinch. Otabek slaps his ass again, eliciting the same sound, and
this time, a grunt from Yuuri. Otabek glances at his crotch, waiting to see his
thighs glisten. They don't.
“Start counting out loud,” Otabek demands.
When his hand comes down again, Yuri yelps, “three!”
Yuuri moans, desperately fanning his legs. When a dribble of piss trickles onto
his hand and thigh, Otabek clicks his tongue. “You leaked, Yuuri. Now Yura gets
six.”
“Four!” Yuri counts.
Yuuri whimpers, another trickle making his thigh glisten. “Now it's seven,”
Otabek mutters, bringing his hand down again.
“Five!”
“I'm sorry, Yura, I'm t-trying.”
“Six!”
It's clear that Yuuri is close to tears, struggling to hold back for Yuri's
sake. Otabek brings his hand down the seventh time, and then, Yuuri loses
control completely. Otabek pulls Yuri up onto his lap to watch as piss spurts
out of Yuuri's cock, wetting his thighs and the floor. Yuuri chokes on a
whimper as he releases the grip on his cock, letting the urine flow freely.
It's loud. Victor resorts to holding himself every few moments as Yuuri
empties, the sound of his pee splashing onto the floor proving to be too much
for him. Once Yuuri is finished, Victor sighs quietly, relieved that it's over.
“Come here, Yuuri,” Otabek beckons him.
Yuuri stands, leftover piss dripping down from his crotch, ass, and legs. He
walks over cautiously, standing in front of Otabek and Yuri. “You'll get seven,
just like Yura,” Otabek,concedes.
Yuuri nods placidly as Yuri stands up, pressing a quick kiss to Yuuri's cheek
before scurrying off to sit with Victor. Otabek hears them murmuring quietly,
and watches as Yuri rubs Victor's upper back.
“Come here, bad boy.” The way he says it isn't harsh or cruel, it's almost
endearing. Yuuri drapes himself over Otabek's knee, bracing himself for his
spanking. “Count aloud for me.”
“Yes, Bek-ah! One!” Smack. “Two!”
Yuri kisses Victor’s cheek, rubbing his back gently. Otabek comes down even
harder with the next three slaps, with no relief in between.
“Three, four, five!”
Otabek soothes Yuuri’s asscheeks with his hand, rubbing the cold, raw skin
tenderly. “You okay?”
“Mhm.”
Slap. “Six!” Slap. “Seven!”
Otabek pulls Yuuri onto his lap as he did Yuri, kissing his cheek. “You and
Yuri come sit over her while I play with Vitya.”
Otabek stands, and Yuri wordlessly moves over to where Yuuri is, both of them
sinking to the floor in a tangle of arms and legs. Otabek brushes Victor’s
cheek with his fingers, whispering, “look how hard I am. I’m leaking
everywhere. Do you think you can hold it until you push me over the edge?”
Victor nods resolutely. “Fuck me, Beka. Hard. Please.”
Otabek waits until Victor leans down, resting with his elbows on the floor. He
grabs some more lube and coats himself, having dried up after spanking Yuri and
Yuuri. He slides into Victor without any resistance, moaning at the sensation.
Victor continuously clenches around him, groaning as Otabek fucks him, hard,
just as he asked for it.
“Beka, Beka, Beka…” Victor rocks back into Otabek’s thrust with gusto, moaning
the entire time. He chants Otabek’s name like a prayer, gasping. “B-Beka, I’m
going to come. Will you fill me, when I do? Please, Beka…”
Otabek groans at Victor’s words, gripping onto his hips and fucking him into
the floor without mercy. “Come for me, Vitya. Go ahead. Come without even being
touched.”
Victor whimpers, his voice cracking as he spills onto the ground in ropes. His
walls tighten and release around Otabek, and he can’t hold back. His balls
tighten up and he spills deep into Victor’s ass, gripping his hips hard enough
to leave marks. He is panting as he begins to soften, pulling out of Victor.
The second he is released, Victor curls up on the floor, panting and moaning as
he grasps as his cock.
“I need to pee, I need to pee,” he repeats, dry sobs rising in his throat.
Otabek wastes no time scooping Victor into his arms like a child, carrying him
into the bathroom. He sets Victor down on the toilet, and he begins pissing
torrents the second he drops his cock. Otabek keeps his hands on Victor’s
shoulders, holding his limp body up as he empties his bladder steadily.
“You did so well,” Otabek praises him.
He doesn’t realize that Yuri and Yuuri had followed them until he hears a
quiet, “you won, Vitya.” from the doorway.
Yuuri speaks next, marveling, “that’s so much pee.”
Victor chuckles quietly as his stream finally dies down, sighing deeply. “That
felt so good.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” Otabek murmurs, brushing back Victor’s hair. “Now,”
he address all three of them. “I think it’s high time that I bathed all of you,
hmm? Get in the tub, and let me take care of you.”
***** Viktor/Yuri Theatre Request *****
“Yuri, want to have some fun at the movies tonight?”
Yuri knew it was a terrible idea before Viktor had even told him what kind of
fun he wanted to have. The fact that they would be in a public theatre was
enough for Yuri to know it would be something absolutely incredulous- Viktor
was such an exhibitionist and loved the thrill of knowing they could get caught
at any moment. Still, when Viktor filled both himself and Yuri up with water
before the film and then bought a large soda at the theatre, Yuri didn’t have
the heart to protest.
Viktor kept his arm around Yuri during the film, lifting the soda to his lips
and having him take sips. He drank, as well, and Yuri didn’t fail to notice the
telltale shift of his hips only twenty minutes into the film. Yuri’s own
bladder was already lying heavily in his gut- he’d never had a big bladder to
begin with, and he hadn’t gotten much better at holding it, even after he and
Viktor would practice together.
“Viktor,” Yuri whispered, leaning in close. “What if… What if I can’t wait
until the movie is finished? What if you can’t?”
Viktor chuckled quietly, pressing a kiss to Yuri’s cheek before leaning down
and opening his bag enough for Yuri to see into it. Inside were two empty water
bottles, the bigger litre size. “The theatre isn’t too crowded, and we’re all
alone in the back. I have a backup plan.”
Yuri groaned, resting his head on Viktor’s shoulder and trying to ignore the
growing pressure in his bladder. The last thing he wanted to do was piss in a
bottle in the back of a movie theatre, but seeing as it was only twenty-five
minutes into the two hour film and Yuri was already full, he didn’t have much
hope for making it through to the end.
By the time Viktor and Yuri had finished their soda, Viktor had his legs
crossed tightly and Yuri found it impossible to sit still. He alternated
between bouncing in his seat, squirming, and crossing his legs. He caught
Viktor watching him in instead of the movie multiple times, scowling at him
when they finally reached the forty-five minute mark. It was then that Yuri
grabbed Viktor’s hand, squeezing it tightly.
“I have to pee so fucking bad,” he hissed.
Viktor nodded in agreement, eyes still trained on Yuri’s not-so-subtle seated
potty dance. “Me too, sweetie. Here, feel.” With that, Viktor took Yuri’s free
hand, guiding it down to his lower stomach. The skin over his bladder was taut
and swollen, hard as a rock. It pressed out against the waistband of his jeans,
and Yuri imagined that it must be rather painful. Yet, Viktor showed no signs
of desperation other than crossing his legs tight.
“Fuck,” Yuri hissed. “You’re so full. How are you sitting so still? How are
your pants still dry?”
“Control,” Viktor whispered, letting go of Yuri’s hand to touch Yuri’s lower
stomach. He groaned as Viktor cupped his own bladder bulge, which was nothing
compared to Viktor’s massive one. Still, a leak threatened to escape at the
contact alone.
“Viktor, please,” Yuri gasped, bringing his hand over his mouth to muffle the
sound. “You’re going to make me piss myself.”
Viktor hummed, removing his hand and placing it on Yuri’s thigh instead. “How
about if you can sit still for a little bit, I’ll get out the bottle for you?”
Yuri moaned, finally dropping his hand from his mouth. “If I sit still for more
than a second, I will wet my pants.” Yuri squeezed his thighs together tightly,
inadvertently trapping Viktor’s hand in his crotch. “Fuck,” he murmured as
Viktor’s hand gripped his cock knowingly, “keep doing that.”
Viktor leaned in close to Yuri’s ear, teasing him, “It’s kind of cheating if I
do all the work, now, isn’t it?”
Yuri panted as Viktor squeezed his entire package, doing much more than just
helping him to control his need to pee. “Please,” Yuri begged quietly. “I-
I need your help to hold it… or I’m going to have an accident.”
Viktor expelled a moan of his own, nearly panting in Yuri’s ear. “You just made
it a lot easier for me to hold it,” Viktor teased him.
Yuri glanced down, seeing a very obvious bulge in Viktor’s pants. He grinned
through his desperation, pleased with knowing that he could do that to the
great Viktor Nikiforov, and just by needing a piss. His pleasure was short-
lived, waves of desperation crashing over him once more even as Viktor gripped
his cock for him.
“Viktor,” Yuri whispered after a few more minutes, “I need to go.”
Viktor looked him over, removing his hand from Yuri's crotch. Yuri's hand
automatically moved to replace it. Viktor nodded with approval, reaching down
into his bag. A water bottle was produced and uncapped, Viktor holding it near
the front of Yuri's pants.
“You can go, but you must go slowly. If you let too much out at once, someone
might hear.” Viktor pressed a kiss to Yuri's temple as he fiddled with his
jeans, asking against his skin, “can you go slowly, Yuri?”
Yuri nodded eagerly, pressing his tip against the mouth of the bottle and
letting go just the slightest bit. A weak stream began, and Yuri groaned
softly. He relieved himself agonizingly slow, the tip of his cock burning from
the effort it took his muscles to hold back from pissing loudly.
“So good, Yuri. You've learned some control, after all,” Viktor praised him
when the bottle was nearly half full. “I know it's not easy, to go so slowly.”
Yuri nodded in agreement, too caught up in slowing his stream to speak. His
piss took over a minute, but finally, the last dribbles leaked from his cock.
“I'm finished,” he whispered, tucking himself away.
Viktor looked over the bottle with scrutiny. It was three-quarters full, which
was impressive for Yuri. “Good job, sweetheart.” He kissed Yuri's head, capping
the bottle and shoving it back into his bag. “You held in a lot.”
Yuri nodded mutely, sagging back in his seat with relief. He watched as Viktor
retrieved the empty bottle, squirming as he uncapped it. Yuri grinned, teasing,
“have to go worse seeing relief is so close? I think you do this too often.”
Viktor grinned back at him, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. “Watch
me,” he whispered, pulling out his half-hard cock.
Yuri rolled his eyes, but obeyed. “Such an exhibitionist.”
Viktor bit his lip as he pressed the tip of his cock to the bottle, only
letting himself dribble into the plastic. Yuri leaned in closer, cupping
Viktor’s bladder with his hand as Viktor had done to him earlier. “Yuri, mmm.”
Viktor gasped, a loud spurt escaping before he was able to slow his stream
again. “You're going to make me lose control and then I'll get caught.”
Yuri grinned, not moving his hand. “You'd like that, wouldn't you?”
Viktor grinned, thickening his stream for a moment and sticking his tongue out
at Yuri. “Maybe,” he admitted.
Viktor filled the bottle all the way to the top, and struggled to stop his
stream. “Yuri,” he whimpered as he pinched the tip of his bare cock, “please
get me your bottle.”
“You still need to go?” Yuri marveled, obeying. He uncapped his bottle of piss
before switching bottles with Viktor. He capped Viktor’s bottle as Viktor
relieved the last of his fluids into Yuri's. Yuri placed the full bottle back
in the bag, watching as Viktor sagged back in his seat, finally empty.
Yuri took the bottle back from Viktor, capping it and putting it in the bag as
Viktor concealed himself. When the bottles were safely hidden, Yuri leaned back
against Viktor, nuzzling into his neck. “We made it until an hour in,” he
pointed out.
Viktor grinned playfully, pressing a kiss to Yuri's head. “Thanks for playing
with me, Yuri.”
***** Phichit/Chris Store Request *****
“Oh, Chris, I'm going to burst!”
Chris looked over Phichit with slight amusement, waving his hands at the
various shops they were passing. “Why not go into one of these stores and ask
if they have a public bathroom?”
Phichit paused, bouncing on his heels as he stared at the storefronts. “I can't
understand a word on any of these signs. Let's look for a store that has
English under the Spanish so we know they'll speak English.”
Chris hummed in agreement, gesturing Phichit along. As they got further up the
street, the shops became more “tourist friendly”, and some of them had their
advertisements in English as well as Spanish. “Here,” Chris stopped Phichit,
pointing up at a bodega. “Let's try here.”
Phichit walked right up to the counter, asking, “Do you have a public
restroom?”
The shopkeeper smiled, nodding. “Sure we do, for paying customers.”
Phichit looked back at Chris, crossing his legs tightly. “I didn't get my money
converted over yet. Did you?”
Chris shook his head, offering a sympathetic smile. “I didn't.” Glancing at the
“cash only, no credit cards accepted sign” at the counter, Chris didn't bother
to ask about that.
Phichit seemed to pale a bit, biting his lip as he turned back to the counter.
“We are skaters here to perform, we haven't gotten our money converted yet.
Please, it's really an emergency.” Phichit pressed a hand to the front of his
crotch to emphasise his point. “Can I please use your restroom?”
The shopkeeper shook his head, pointing towards the door. “If you aren't going
to buy something, get out.”
Chris placed a gentle hand on Phichit’s shoulder, steering him towards the
door. “Come on, let's just go back to the hotel. We should be able to check in
by now, It's nearly two o'clock.”
Phichit groaned audibly as they emerged onto the street, bending at the waist
and wincing. “I'm not exaggerating, I'm really desperate,” Phichit mumbled in a
serious tone Chris had never heard him use.
“The hotel is just a half mile away. Come on,” Chris encouraged him onwards.
Halfway to their destination, Phichit came to a stop once more. He pressed his
hand to his crotch again, face growing red with shame. There was no “can you
hold it” or “will you be okay”. He was an adult, he was expected to hold it.
And that's what made it all the more humiliating when piss started to soak his
crotch and run down his legs.
Chris reached out as soon as piss began splattering onto the concrete, pulling
him between two buildings. He became aware that Phichit was crying when a soft
sob sounded in the alley, barely drowned out by the force of his pee hitting
the ground. Chris remained silent through Phichit’s accident, a comforting hand
rubbing his shoulder as he emptied himself.
“I'm so sorry,” Phichit whispered once he was finished. He sounded softer and
weaker than Chris had ever heard him.
Chris shook his head, pulling him into an awkward hug. “It's alright, you
couldn't help it. I didn't know you were that bad off.”
“I'm sorry,” he repeated.
Chris only shook his head, removing his coat and handing it to Phichit. “Wrap
this around your waist. Let's get you to the hotel so you can clean up, okay?”
***** Team Russia Car Desperation *****
“You two had better go to the toilet before we leave. We aren't stopping!”
Both Viktor and Yuri had listened to Yakov, rushing off to the rink bathroom
and relieving themselves before they left. Yet, still, they both found
themselves near bursting by the halfway point of the trip. Viktor bit his lip,
trying his best to hide his need as Yuri openly squirmed next to him.
It had started with Yuri fidgeting a half an hour ago, and Viktor had
immediately known what was wrong. His own bladder felt full, as well, but he
wasn't desperate yet. With two hours left in the trip and no hope of a rest
stop, Viktor spoke up.
“Yakov, can we please stop?”
Yakov glowered at him in the mirror from the driver's seat. “I told you both to
go before we left.”
“We did!” Yuri cut in, hands gripping his thighs. “It's not our fault you two
have abnormally massive bladders or something.”
Georgi then turned with a sly smile, tilting his head at Yuri. “Or maybe you
two just have little baby bladders.”
Yuri's cheeks flushed and he looked down, hands digging into his thighs so hard
it must have hurt. Viktor leaned in, whispering, “will you be able to hold it?”
Yuri only shook his head, teeth sinking into his lip. “I have to go so bad.”
Viktor rubbed Yuri’s back reassuringly, shifting in his seat to try and curb
his own growing need. “When we see signs for a rest area, I’ll ask again,” he
promised Yuri, who nodded frantically.
It was another five minutes before Viktor spotted a sign for an upcoming rest
stop, and by then, he he his legs crossed tight. Yuri had resorted to holding
himself, his hand jammed in his crotch as he rocked in place. Viktor’s hand
never left Yuri’s back, rubbing soft circles.
“Yakov, please stop. If not for me, at least for Yuri. He’s going to hurt
himself, he’s just a child.”
For once, Yuri didn’t protest being called a child, though his cheeks grew red
at Viktor’s words. Yakov barely stole a glance in the mirror, looking over
Yuri’s hunched frame. “You shouldn’t have drank so much, you knew we were
getting in the car.” He sped right past the rest stop.
Viktor didn’t know how Yuri was holding on; tears were dotting the thighs of
his pants as he clutched himself with both hands, whining softly as he tried to
hold it. Seeing his desperation wasn’t helping Viktor’s own, but he tried to
subtly curb his own need by squirming in place while still comforting Yuri.
“It’s okay, if you can’t make it,” Viktor whispered. “Don’t hurt yourself,
Yuri.”
“Yakov will-”
“Screw him,” Viktor hissed bluntly. “It’s his fault you’re in this situation in
the first place.”
“I’m not gonna make it,” Yuri whimpered, turning his face into Viktor’s chest.
“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Viktor consoled him.
It was then that Viktor heard the hissing, and the telltale sound of liquid
spreading over fabric. He didn’t have to look down to know that Yuri was having
an accident, completely soaking himself as the seat as he sagged in Viktor’s
arms. He whimpered softly, trying to hide himself in Viktor.
“It’s okay, Yuri. It’s alright.” Viktor’s own pressing need grew tenfold at the
sound and sight of Yuri’s relief, causing his bladder to throb. He knew he
wasn’t going to make it, either. Sighing softly, Viktor murmured, “I can’t
wait, either, Yuri. It’s alright, don’t cry.”
Viktor relaxed, finally releasing his aching bladder. He was still going as
Yuri stopped, pulling away and staring as Viktor’s piss spread onto the seat
and began to drip on the floor. Yakov turned around at the sound of liquid
spilling over, glancing from Yuri to Viktor and then back again.
“Are you serious?” Yakov barked as Georgi began to laugh like a hyena. “I would
expect this from Yuri, but Viktor, you’re a grown man.”
Viktor shrugged as the last spurts left his body, leaving him blissfully empty,
but uncomfortably wet. “A grown man who needed to piss. You should have
stopped.”
Yakov grumbled, gripping the steering wheel tightly. “I didn’t think you would
actually… Viktor, you’re the reason I’m losing my hair!”
Yuri chuckled at that, accepting Viktor’s hand when he reached out to take
Yuri’s. They may have both suffered with full bladders and wet themselves, but
at least they were embarrassed together. Viktor smirked at the thought of Yakov
having to clean his backseat once they arrived.
***** Yuri Sickfic Request *****
Viktor had never seen Yuri look so vulnerable and pliable in the many years
he’d known him. Granted, he’d also never seen him this sick. He was feverish
and near delusional, whiny and tearful by the time Viktor and Yuuri managed to
get him home from practice. They had brought him to their apartment instead of
Lilia’s, knowing that Yuri needed to be taken care of and doted on in a way
that Lilia simply couldn’t manage.
Yuri was currently curled up on the couch, coughing painfully. The cough was
raspy and guttural, raw and dry. Yuuri had given him tea, and Viktor made sure
that he was drinking sports drink to replenish his electrolytes. Yuri’s
forehead was warm to the touch and his face flushed; the poor boy had a fever
of 102 degrees. Viktor had sat with him on the couch for a bit, fed him some
soup on put on some of his favorite childhood films.
Yuri slept a lot, coming in and out of consciousness. He would ask for things-
a piece of toast, a cup of water. But mostly, he would whine softly until
either Viktor or Yuuri sat with him, showing him some kind of physical
affection. He was feverish, sick, and most of all- needy.
“Poor thing,” Viktor murmured, pressing a kiss to Yuri’s forehead as the boy
stirred. “Do you feel any better?”
Yuri shook his head, eyes still closed. He grunted three times before finally
managing the words, “have to go.”
“Hmm?” Viktor moved closer, kissing Yuri’s temple. “What do you need,
sweetheart?”
“Have to go potty,” Yuri mumbled, wincing as he squirmed under the throw
blanket. “Need help.”
Viktor rubbed his back softly as he called Yuuri over, ignoring Yuri’s childish
choice of words. “He needs to go to the bathroom; I can carry him there, but
will you open the door for me?”
Yuri moaned as Viktor lifted him, wiggling in his arms and burying his face in
the warm skin of Viktor’s neck. Viktor kept him wrapped in the blanket, holding
him like a baby. His face felt hot, and Viktor made a mental note to check his
temperature again when they were settled back on the couch. “You’re okay,
sweetie,” Viktor cooed as they neared the bathroom. Yuuri stepped ahead of
them, opening the door. “Almost there, almost there.”
“Really gotta go,” Yuri breathed onto Viktor’s skin. “Held it too long.”
“S’okay, we’re right here,” Viktor murmured. “Do you want me to sit you down,
or hold you up?”
“Up,” Yuri groaned, wincing as Viktor set him down. Yuuri lifted the toilet
seat while Viktor held him up.
“You can go now, Yuri. Go ahead.”
Yuri mumbled, leaning back against Viktor as he pulled out his cock. His eyes
were still closed as he began to piss, and Yuuri had to place his hand over
Yuri’s to guide him before he made a mess of the floor. “I’ve got you, Yuri.
You can just lean back and go, okay?”
Yuri nodded, dropping his own hand to let Yuuri take over fully. Yuuri blushed
as he aimed Yuri’s cock for him, and Viktor pressed kisses to the top of Yuri’s
head. “There we go,” he murmured when Yuri’s stream died down. “Are you all
finished?”
By the time Viktor got Yuri back onto the couch, he was cranky again. He pulled
Viktor down with him, nuzzling against his chest. “Don’t leave Viktor. Yuuri,
either,” he requested needily.
Viktor smiled, pressing a kiss to his temple. “We won’t, Yuri. We’re both right
here.”
***** Yuri/Otabek Port-A-John Request *****
“Come on, Chris! I've been drinking straight vodka for years! This shit is
weak.”
Chris pursed his lips, scowling, but handed the younger another glass either
way. Yuri grinned, taking a sip. This was his fifth glass tonight. While the
alcohol hadn't made him drunk, it had certainly made him need to pee, and
badly, at that. Normally, it wouldn't be a problem- Yuri would go and use the
restroom. However, this year, with the banquet venue being outdoors, there were
no restrooms. The only toilets available were those port-a-johns, and Yuri
didn't want to use one of those gross things.
So, Yuri waited. By the time he had finished his fifth glass of champagne,
Yuri's hand had drifted into his suit pocket. He tried to subtly grab himself,
shifting his hips the slightest bit. When Chris came by and shoved another
glass into his hand, Yuri was helpless to refuse. He sipped it much more
slowly, lingering near the edge of the tent and stepping in place. His hand was
shoved deep into his pocket, and he realized that he was bent slightly at the
waist.
“Yura, do you need to go to the bathroom?”
Yuri nearly jumped at Otabek's smooth voice behind him, the warmth of his hand
landing on Yuri's shoulder. Blushing, Yuri nodded. The hand holding his
champagne glass shook, and the other gripped his cock through his pocket
desperately. He felt ready to burst, but he still wouldn't use the port-a-john.
“I'll be fine,” he muttered to Otabek.
Otabek sighed, plucking the glass from Yuri's hand and placing it on a waiter’s
tray as he passed. “Come on,” he ordered, tugging at Yuri's arm.
Yuri froze, pulling back and stopping Otabek in his tracks. “No, I don’t want
to go into one of those port-a-john’s. I can hold it, I’m fi-”
“You’re not fine,” Otabek argues, pulling him along. “We’re not going to a
port-a-john, I know you won’t be able to use one. Just come on.”
Blindly, Yuri let himself be led away from the tent, past the makeshift
toilets, and around the side of what looked like a storage shed. It was dark,
and they were alone in the dim light. “Beka, what are yo-”
He was cut off by Otabek’s lips on his, effectively shushing him. “Quiet,”
Otabek breathed onto his lips. “We’re back here so you can relieve yourself.”
Otabek’s skillful hands were already undoing Yuri’s belt, turning him to face
the building as Otabek crowded behind him. By the time Otabek had Yuri’s pants
undone, the younger was bouncing in place. “Beka, hurry up. I really gotta g-”
Otabek wasted no time pulling out Yuri’s cock and aiming it to the wall. “It’s
okay,” he encouraged Yuri. “Let go now.”
Yuri tried with all his might to release, but he locked up. His bladder was
throbbing inside him, sharp pains shooting through his back and stomach, yet he
still couldn’t go. “I’m trying,” Yuri whispered weakly.
“It’s okay,” Otabek encouraged him, slipping his free hand down to rub Yuri’s
bladder. “Just a few minutes ago you were holding yourself in your pocket. Your
hand was the only thing keeping you from wetting yourself. Remember that?
Remember how badly you needed to go?”
Yuri wasn’t sure where Otabek was going with this, but he nodded. “Yeah,” he
whispered.
“Think about that. Think about how close you were to leaking, how your body
wanted to betray you. How if you would have relaxed, just the slightest bit…
you would have soaked yourself.”
“O-okay,” Yuri breathed, biting his lip as he tried to remember the feeling,
the piss flowing into his cock and trying to escape, his hand the only thing
preventing it.
“Now, Yura… I want you to relax.”
Yuri let go.
***** Yuuri Bedwetting Request *****
There was no way this was happening. Not now, not right before the biggest
competition of the season. It couldn’t be happening, not when Viktor was
sleeping just two feet away. Muffling his sob with his hand, Yuuri crawled from
the soaked bed, his pajama pants cold, wet, and clinging to his thighs. He
whimpered, trying to stifle the sound, but the desperate sound was enough to
make Viktor stir.
“Yuuri?” He murmured groggily, turning the bedside lamp on.
“V-Viktor, don’t t-turn the light on!” Yuuri squeaked, just moments too late.
Viktor’s eyes raked his body, settling on the formidable wet patch on his
crotch and thighs, streaking down almost to his knees. His eyes drifted over to
the soaked sheets on Yuuri’s bed before settling back on Yuuri, no hint of
judgment or anger in his expression. “Don’t be silly,” he said simply. “How are
we supposed to get you cleaned up in the dark, hmm?”
Viktor’s kindness broke Yuuri into pieces. He started crying as Viktor rose
from his own bed, and he buried his face in his hands. “I’m sorry, I didn’t
mean to!”
Viktor’s breathes were steady and calming in Yuuri’s ear as his head was
pressed against Viktor’s chest. He was suddenly surrounded in a comforting
embrace, Viktor’s hands roaming his back and rubbing it gently. “Of course you
didn’t mean to. You were asleep; it wasn’t your fault.”
“I’m sorry,” Yuuri repeated. “This is so humiliating.”
Viktor pressed a kiss to Yuuri’s hand, holding onto him tightly. “There’s no
need to be embarrassed, Yuuri. It was just an accident.” Quieter, Viktor
guessed, “are you nervous about the competition?”
Yuuri nodded against Viktor’s chest, sobbing softly. “I’m really nervous.”
“You’ll do wonderfully,” Viktor assured him. “Your routines are beautiful and
you are beautiful.”
Yuuri hiccupped, shaking his head. “I don’t want to disappoint you.”
“Yuuri,” Viktor murmured, “you could never disappoint me.”
“R-really?”
Viktor kissed his head again. “Really.” Pulling back to get Yuuri at an arm’s
length, Viktor looked him over. “Now, let’s get you cleaned up, and then you
can come sleep in bed with me.”
***** Yuri Babysitting Request *****
“Now, Luka, you’ll be good for Uncle Yura, won’t you?” Yuuri knelt down and
ruffled the toddler’s hair as he smiled and nodded. “Good boy,” Yuuri cooed
before standing up once more.
“Thank you for watching him, Yura,” Viktor said to Yuri.
“And just call us if he gets to be too much trouble,” Yuuri added.
Yuri hummed, nodding. “I’m sure he’ll be well-behaved.” Yuri patted the little
boy’s head, smiling as he ran back to his coloring book on the floor.
“Oh, and Yura?” Yuuri paused on his way out the door. “He’s in that stage of
potty training where he asks to go every five seconds even if he doesn’t have
to, so we just put him in diapers today so that you don’t have to deal with
that. So he might need to be changed, okay?”
“Yeah, alright.”
With that, Yuri’s evening of babysitting began.
Luka really knew how to tire someone out. Three hours into babysitting, Yuri
was about ready to collapse. That coupled with his bladder, which had been
nagging at him for an hour now, were making him wish that Viktor and Yuuri
would hurry home. Luka was currently on the floor, playing with his dinosaurs
toys. Yuri was seated on the couch, legs crossed tight and feet bouncing on the
floor. It was becoming increasingly difficult to hold his aching bladder, but
he felt that he needed to.
At first, it had simply been pure stubbornness that kept Yuri from using the
bathroom. He was an adult, he could hold it. Now, it was more than that. Luka
was especially rambunctious today- what if he got hurt while Yuri was in the
restroom? Yuri didn’t want to take that risk; leaving Luka alone for even two
minutes made him nervous.
It wasn’t long until Yuri was unable to hide his obvious desperation- luckily
for him, Luka was busy with his dinosaurs and wasn’t looking at Yuri’s very
obvious pee-pee dance. His legs were crossed even tighter, and he alternated
which leg was crossed over which often. His legs bounced up and down in a
frantic motion, his hips wiggling as he sat. Every now and again when leak
threatened to escape, Yuri found himself grabbing at his crotch, ironically, as
he had seen Luka do many times during his potty training. His cheeks flushed at
the thought.
“Uncle Yura?”
Yuri was snapped out of his concentrative state, jumping slightly at the
toddler’s voice. He gasped as a leak spurted into his underwear, covering it up
with a grunt. He looked up just in time to see Luka standing near him, holding
out a blue plastic training potty. “L-Luka, Papa and Otosan s-said they put you
in a diaper. You don’t have to use the toilet, just go in your-”
Luka shook his head, holding out the toilet as Yuri struggled to remain
composed. “For you, Uncle Yura. Oshikko shitain desu ka?”
Yuri didn’t know much Japanese, but evidently, Yuuri was teaching Luka some of
his native tongue. “What, Luka?” Yuri winced as another spurt dampened his
underwear. Oh no, he was about to wet his pants in front of his three-year-old
Godson.
“Do you want to go potty?” Luka asked in Russian, causing Yuri’s cheeks to
heat.
As another hot spurt escaped, Yuri had no choice but to take the training potty
form Luka. He was grateful that the toddler turned around, going back to his
toys as Yuri took himself out, aiming at the training toilet with red cheeks.
His stream was long and thick, thundering into the plastic so loudly that
Yuri’s ears rang.
By the time he was finished relieving himself, Yuri had deflated along with the
pressure in his abdomen. He sank back against the cushions as he tucked himself
away, sucking in a breath as he saw how full the potty was. He had nearly
overflowed it. Once he had emptied it into the toilet in the bathroom and
cleaned it out, he joined Luka on the floor to play dinosaurs. He had thought
Luka had forgotten the entire thing until the end of the night, when Viktor and
Yuuri got home.
Viktor and Yuuri found Yuri and Luka on the couch, snuggled up watching a
cartoon. Yuuri collapsed into a nearby armchair, clearly exhausted. Viktor
joined them on the couch, tickling Luka and kissing the top of his head. “Were
you good for Uncle Yura?” He cooed.
Luka nodded, giggling. “I was good, I was good! Wasn’t I, Uncle Yura?”
Yuri nodded, ruffling his hair. “Of course you were.”
Yuuri sighed happily, “no issues? Did he have any trouble with the diapers? He
sometimes insists on using the potty instead.”
Yuri paled, opening his mouth to speak. Unfortunately, Luka beat him to it. “I
didn’t use the potty, but Uncle Yura did!”
Viktor glanced at Yuri quizzically, chiding Luka, “well of course he did, Luka.
He was here a very long time and grown-ups have to go potty, too.”
Luka shook his head. “No, he didn’t use the grown-up potty! He used the little
potty, like me!” With that, the toddler scampered off the couch and out of the
room, giggling.
Yuuri and Viktor were both staring at Yuri; he could feel their eyes bearing
into his skin. he stared down at his lap shamefully, face beet red and tears of
embarrassment welling in his eyes. Finally, Yuuri spoke softly. “Yura? Did
something happen?”
Viktor moved closer to him on the couch, wrapping him in a hug. “You look like
you’re about to cry,” he whispered. “What’s wrong?”
Yuri grumbled, pulling away from Viktor. “I-I held it for too long because I… I
was scared to leave him out here! He was being really energetic and I was
worried to leave him at all, and then he noticed and he brought me the stupid
toilet and I was literally pissing in my pants already so I just… went in it,
okay?”
Neither of them laughed, but Yuuri moved onto the couch. He closed Yuri in from
the other side, tag-teaming with Viktor to get him back into a hug. “You know,
we appreciate how much you care for him and worry about him,” Yuuri murmured.
“But it’s okay to go to the bathroom, Yura. You’ll hurt yourself, holding it
like that,” Viktor added.
Yuri shrugged, nuzzling into their embrace. “Just shut up about it,” he
grumbled.
Surprisingly, they did.
***** Yuri Napping on Viktor's Lap Request *****
He was so sweet, curled up like this. Viktor could never tire of watching Yuuri
with his head on his lap, chest rising and falling with even breaths as he
slept. Viktor ran his hand over the curve of Yuuri's side, smiling as he keened
subconsciously. He had been sleeping peacefully for over an hour now, and
Viktor was careful not to disturb him.
Yuuri slept like that for a while longer, until he began to writhe in his
sleep. Viktor frowned, rubbing Yuuri’s side again to soothe the nightmare away.
It seemed to work, as Yuuri relaxed. Viktor was sure he had drifted back off
into pleasant dreams, until he heard a slight hissing noise. Confused, Viktor
tried to pinpoint where the sound was coming from. By the time he did, however,
the wet warmth was already spreading to his thigh, having spread over the
couch.
“Yuuri, love. Yuuri, wake up.” Viktor shook him gently, trying to pull him out
of sleep.
He didn’t wake peacefully. He shot up, shock painting his face as he gripped at
his crotch. “Oh my god, oh my god, no!” He desperately tried to stop the flow
as tears fell down his cheeks, but it just kept spreading.
Viktor didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around Yuuri, not caring that he got
wetter in the process. “Shush, Yuuri. It’s alright. Don’t be upset, just let it
out.”
As soothing as Viktor’s words were, Yuuri still sobbed. He was still sobbing
when his bladder finished emptying, both he and Viktor thoroughly soaked. “I’m
so sorry, I didn’t mean to!”
“I know you didn’t, sweetheart. I know that. It’s really alright, I’m not upset
with you,” Viktor assured him. “It wasn’t your fault.”
After Yuuri cried it out, Viktor kissed the top of his head. “Do you feel
better now?”
Yuuri nodded, laughing bitterly. “Gross, but better.”
Viktor smiled, helping Yuuri up from the couch. “Let’s go have a bubble bath
together.”
Yuuri looked down at the stained couch, cheeks flushing. “What about..?”
Viktor shook his head, wrapping his arms around Yuuri once more. “Don’t you
worry about that, it was easily be cleaned. Now, off to the tub with you.”
***** Yuri Road Trip w/ Viktuuri and Luka Request *****
This was bad. As if nearly wetting himself in front of Luka last week wasn’t
bad enough, Yuri was stuck in a car with Viktor, Yuuri, and Luka on a road
trip. And, he was desperate. Yuri gritted his teeth, staring at the road ahead.
He needed to ask to stop, he knew that. The problem was, he locked up each time
he tried to open his mouth to speak.
He had used the toilet at every stop that Viktor and Yuuri made. He hadn’t
gotten a tea or coffee when it was offered to him, and he hadn’t drank an
abnormal amount that day. So why was he so desperate? His legs were crossed
tight and his belly aching, waves of pressure crashing over him. He knew that
they weren’t due to stop again for at least another half an hour. Grunting
painfully, Yuri knew that he needed to ask.
“Vik-”
“Papa, I gotta go potty!” Luka screeched before Yuri could even get Viktor’s
name out.
Yuri watched as the toddler dramatically held himself between the legs,
flushing a deep red as Yuuri turned around, holding the training potty in front
of Luka. “Here you go, sweetie. Do you need Uncle Yura to help you aim?”
It was then that a leak escaped, causing Yuri to grunt and frantically change
his positioning, trying to stop the dribble. Luka stared and Yuuri glanced at
him with concern. Then, realization spread across Luka’s face. “I think Uncle
Yura needs the potty. I can hold it, let Uncle Yur-”
“Luka, hush. Please,” Yuri begged, tears of embarrassment brimming in his eyes
as he forced himself to stare out the window.
“But you’re all squirmy like when you had to go pee-pee last we-”
“Luka,” Yuri hissed, his tone bitter. Thankfully, the boy quieted down.
Yuri’s pants grew damper as the sound of Luka’s piss dribbling into the plastic
potty filled his ears. Yuri shoved a hand between his legs desperately,
pinching his cock and begging the weak stream to stop.
“Viktor, can you pull over, please?” Yuuri murmured, barely audible over the
hiss and splatter of Luka’s pee.
“Why, what’s going o-”
Yuri’s face burned as his pants grew even wetter; he didn’t dare look down at
the damage. He knew that Viktor must have turned and saw Yuri’s predicament,
because they changed lanes and the car began to slow down without any further
questions. It wasn’t even fully stopped when Yuri unclipped his seatbelt, tears
leaking from his eyes as he threw the car door open and frantically fiddled
with his belt.
By the time he got his cock out, spraying an uneven stream onto the grass, Yuri
was crying. His pants were wet past the knee on his right leg, and halfway to
the knee on his left. His crotch was completely soaked, and yet, he was still
bursting. He pissed a steady stream, leaning against the car as tears wet his
cheeks. He was pushing out the last dribbles when Yuuri’s door opened, and he
stepped out of the car.
“Oh, Yura, don’t cry.” Yuri barely had time to tuck his cock away before Yuuri
hugged him tightly, a gentle hand rubbing his back. “You know you can tell us
anything, right?” He ventured softly.
Yuri nodded, sniffling into Yuuri’s shoulder. “I’m sorry,” he croaked. “I was
stupid and waited too long because I didn’t want to inconvenience you and make
you stop and I just… I was trying to wait until one of you needed to stop.”
Yuuri hugged him tighter, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Yura, it’s not an
inconvenience. Has something been going on? After last week-”
“I told you to shut up about last week!” Yuri barked, fresh tears threatening
to spill over.
“Okay, okay.” Yuuri pulled back, looking Yuri over. “We’re going to open both
car doors so you can stand between them and change clothes. I’ll get you
something from the trunk. And Yura… if you need to go that badly, I want you to
tap my right shoulder twice, okay? I’ll ask Viktor to stop the car, I’ll say
that I need to go.”
Yuri blushed. “You don’t have to-”
“Yura,” Yuuri sighed, squeezing his shoulder. “Does that sound good?”
Sighing, Yuri finally agreed. “Yeah.”
***** Yuri Wets Viktor and Yuuri's Bed *****
They had drank way too much last night, that much was obvious. Viktor had drank
half a bottle of vodka, and poor Yuuri, who wasn't used to the strength of the
Russian drink, had drank the other half. Yuri had only had two glasses, with
Viktor chiding him that it wasn't good for children to consume too much
alcohol, despite what the law said. Now, as Yuri lay in a tangle of heavy arms
and legs between the older men, he regretted having anything to drink at all.
Every sip of vodka had settled right in his lower stomach, it seemed, and Yuri
was trapped. Viktor clung to him with his legs draped over Yuri's and somehow
tangled in Yuuri's, as well. Yuuri's face was buried in Yuri's neck, his breath
tickling him and not helping his current dilemma by causing him to shiver. An
elbow was jabbing right into his bladder- though he wasn't sure whose it was-
and he was helpless to shove the drunken octopi off him.
“Yuuri,” Yuri hissed, kicking him- or maybe he kicked Viktor- he couldn't tell
where one ended and the other began. “Yuuri, wake up, you stupid pig!”
Yuuri didn't stir, and neither did Viktor. Yuri groaned, his bladder throbbing.
He could feel the piss at the tip of his cock, begging to be released. His
muscles ached with need, and he couldn't even grab himself in his current
positioning. He wiggled the best he could, a pathetic shift of the hips that
hardly helped him to contain his fluids.
“Viktor,” he tried again, even louder. “Will you wake up? I need to piss,” he
moaned, still eliciting no response.
A wave of pressure rolled through Yuri's gut, and he gasped loudly. A spurt
pushed past his defenses, dampening his underwear. Yuri bit his lip, trying
even harder to get Viktor and Yuuri off him. “Please,” he begged, “I'm going to
piss the bed!”
Another leak, and Yuri was in tears. The crotch of his pajamas were slowly but
surely growing wet, and he was helpless to stop the flow. He lost it completely
when he tried one last time to shove them off him, resulting in Yuuri's elbow
jabbing even further into Yuri's bladder, simultaneously knocking the wind out
of him.
He pissed himself. In Viktor and Yuuri's bed, at 16 years old. He cried as the
warm piss soaked his crotch and legs, hissing onto the bed below. Finally,
finally, Yuuri stirred, just as Yuri's piss began to flow into his thighs.
“Huh?” He murmured sleepily, untangling himself. “Warm…” It took Yuuri a few
moments to realize why he was warm, his eyes widening as he identified the
source of the wet heat. “Oh, Yuri,” he mumbled, gathering the shaking boy back
into his arms. “Don't cry, it's only an accident.”
Yuri broke into a sob as Viktor woke with a start, at the same time that his
stream died down to a trickle. “You assholes! It's your fault! I couldn't get
up, you were on top of me and you wouldn't wake up!” Yuri sobbed, hiding his
face in Yuuri's chest.
“Oh, sweetheart,” Viktor murmured, arms wrapping around Yuri from behind.
“We're sorry, we're so sorry.”
Yuri choked on a sob, clinging to the both of them. “Don't c-call me that, you
asshole. You m-made me wet the bed and n-now you're never gonna let me live it
d-down and it wasn't even my f-fault!”
“Yuri, shh,” Yuuri consoled him, kissing the top of his head. “It was our
fault, not yours. We would never make fun of you for this, no matter what the
circumstances were.”
Viktor hummed in agreement, nuzzling into Yuri's neck. “He's right, Yuri. It's
okay. We'll never bring it up again, alright? We promise.”
“Fine,” Yuri grumbled, sniffling as his tears finally subsided. “I-I feel
gross,” he added.
“Let's get cleaned up, then.” Viktor placed one last kiss on Yuri's head before
lifting him from the bed like a baby. For once, Yuri allowed them to take care
of him.
***** Viktor Car Request *****
“We've certainly seen all there is to see, haven't we?” Viktor chirped, smiling
at Yuuri.
They had been all around town, from the castle to the beach, and Viktor was
tired out. He drive the rental car along, accepting Yuuri's directions and
following them precisely. He didn't much want to stop anywhere else- it had
been a long day, and couldn't wait to get back to Yu-Topia for a nap. First,
however, he was looking forward to a much-needed piss. He'd been aching for
relief for a while now, but had resolved to wait until they returned to the inn
upon seeing there were no public restrooms available.
“Yeah, we saw just about everything,” Yuuri replied with a small smile.
Viktor was about to strike up further conversation when he was forced to slam
on the brakes, a long line of cars halted in front of him. His heart sinking at
the sound of sirens, he realized that there must have been a car accident.
Biting his lip, Viktor shifted slightly in his seat.
“It looks like we might be here a while,” he mumbled, putting the car in park.
Yuuri hummed, craning his neck to look ahead, as well. “It usually takes a bit
for them to reroute traffic. Not many accidents happen around here.”
Viktor cringed, trying not to panic. He knew that Yuuri was a nervous person,
so there was no point in admitting his need and causing Yuuri to worry for him.
Viktor tried to look casual as he crossed his legs, looking for any distraction
from the pressure in his abdomen.
“So, Yuuri, tell me about your favorite routines.”
It was then that Viktor zoned out. Yuuri's voice was a buzzing in the back of
his head, only a few words slipping through. He tried to focus on Yuuri rather
than his bladder, but that was proving to be extremely difficult. Waves of
pressure were crashing over him, and trapping his dick between his crossed legs
was only helping to hold back the flow so much. Try as he might to hold it
inconspicuously, Viktor found himself squirming, and soon enough, having to
reach down briefly and grab himself, trying to cover the action up as simply
“adjusting” himself.
“Viktor?”
The concern in Yuuri's voice brought him out of his concentration, and Viktor
nearly leaked. “Yes, Y-Yuuri?” He cleared his throat, trying again. “What were
you saying?”
Yuuri looked him up and down, and Viktor desperately tried to stop his seated
pee-pee dance with no avail. He adjusted himself once more, cheeks heating as
he averted his eyes. “Viktor, uhm… Do you need to use the bathroom?” Yuuri
asked quietly, unsurely.
Viktor bit his lip, knowing there was no use in trying to avoid the direct
question. It was already obvious, amd Viktor was starting to worry that he may
not make it if he wasn't able to show his need. “Yes,” he muttered, openly
wiggling in his seat.
As expected, Yuuri was launched into a fit of panic. “I'm sorry, I-I should
have noticed sooner! If y-you would have told me at the beach, I would have
found a public restroom, or w-we could have asked someone! I'm so sorry!”
Viktor breathed out deeply, shaking his head. “Yuuri, don't be silly. You
shouldn't be apologizing. It wasn't that… urgent when we were leaving, and I
didn't expect the traffic. Calm down.”
“But Viktor, you… you look really bad off.” Yuuri's voice was barely a whisper.
“Don't worry, Yuuri.” Viktor watched as Yuuri's body trembled, his eyes
scanning the cars in front of them with a panicked expression on his face.
“It'll be fine,” Viktor lied as his bladder protested, causing him to grab
himself once more and fight back tears.
“Oh, Viktor,” Yuuri breathed, hands outstretched as if to offer Viktor a
comforting touch, but unsure of how to do so. “This is bad, this is really
bad,” he panicked, turning and digging around in the backseat. “Maybe there's a
bottle or…”
“It's a rental, Yuuri. There's no bottles,” Viktor gritted out. “It's okay,
just- mmf -calm down.”
Yuuri turned back around just in time for the first spurt to escape Viktor, the
front of his pants wetting at the crotch. Viktor moaned as his body released a
bit more, the wet patch spreading behind his hand. “Viktor!” Yuuri gasped.
“Uhm, okay, maybe… maybe…”
Viktor looked at the cars ahead of them, still unmoving. Making a split-second
decision to salvage his pants, Viktor unbuckled his seat belt and threw open
the door. He swung one leg out, trying to shield himself from the car next to
them as he yanked out his already leaking cock and aimed at the ground,
whimpering as his stream sprayed loudly onto the concrete.
Yuuri was silent as Viktor relieved himself, torrents of piss splattering to
the ground and making a puddle large enough that it ran underneath the car next
to them. Viktor made eye contact with the passenger briefly, who gave him a
sympathetic smile and politely averted his eyes. Viktor relieved himself for
ages, his stomach aching when he finally finished. He pushed out the last few
dribbles before tucking his cock back into his damp pants.
“I'm sorry about that,” Viktor muttered as he closed himself back in the car.
Yuuri was red up to his ears, shaking his head frantically. “No, no, it's… you
really needed to…” he trailed off, picking at his jeans.
“I wouldn't have… been able to wait,” Viktor admitted, gesturing to the patch
on the crotch of his pants. Viktor cleared his throat awkwardly. “I didn't mean
to make you panic.”
“No, you… I'm sorry, I probably made it worse. I-I’m glad you… feel better
now.”
Viktor was ever so grateful when traffic began to move once more.
***** OT4 Scary Movie Request *****
He should have just went before the film started.
Yuuri shifted uncomfortably, moving his head from Viktor’s shoulder and instead
moving closer to Yuri on the couch. His bladder was heavy in his gut, the water
and wine he’d had at dinner filling him to capacity. He had meant to go to the
toilet before they had settled down to watch the movie, but Yuri had beat him
to it.
“Wait!” He’d mumbled, dashing off the couch. “I need to piss.”
Viktor had teased him, “don’t fall in!” and Otabek had told him to hurry so
they could start the movie. After that, Yuuri decided not to inconvenience his
boyfriends by making them wait for him to go, too. He knew that they wouldn’t
tease him as they would Yuri, but it still made Yuuri worry. So, he decided to
hold it until after the movie.
It was a scary movie. Of course, they had chosen a scary movie. Yuuri had
always hated them, but would gladly suffer through it for his boyfriends. On a
full bladder, however, the jump scares seemed even scarier, and every time
Yuuri shuddered, he risked dribbling into his underwear.
Yuuri knew that he should just get up and go, but he couldn’t bring himself to.
The bathroom was just down the hall, but the hallway suddenly seemed much
darker and scarier than he had remembered. He didn’t want to walk down the dark
hallway alone, and he certainly didn’t want to bother one of his boyfriends to
take him. He could hold it- he had to hold it.
His shifting eventually became noticed by Yuri, only when Yuuri hid his face in
the younger’s shoulder during a scare, whimpering and pressing his thighs
together tightly. Yuri rubbed his back soothingly, murmuring, “are you okay?”
Yuuri nodded, face still hidden as he tried to fight the urge to pee. His
underwear felt damp and he knew that a leak must have slipped past his
defenses. “Y-yeah,” he whimpered, unconvincing.
“Yuuri..?”
Concern filled Yuri’s voice as he lifted Yuuri’s face from his shoulder, just
in time for another wave of pressure to assault Yuuri. Yuuri tried to pull away
as his crotch grew wet and hot, but Yuri held tight. By then, Viktor and Otabek
had realized something was wrong, and the movie had been paused. A light was
flicked on just as Yuuri managed to pull away, standing just moments before the
couch would have been ruined.
Tendrils of piss flowed down his pant legs, splattering loudly onto the floor.
He stared down in shame, watching the puddle below him grow as the pressure in
his gut depreciated. He was left wet, shivering, and thoroughly embarrassed.
His abdomen ached, and his face felt warm. His pants clung to him, and he
wanted to cry.
“Yuuri, love.” Viktor was the first to react, wrapping his arms around Yuuri
and pressing a kiss to his temple.
Yuri was next, wrapping his arms around Yuuri’s waist and nuzzling into his
chest. “It’s okay.”
Otabek was last, having been in the linen closet collecting a towel to place at
Yuuri’s feet. He kissed the top of Yuuri’s head, rubbing his back gently. “Did
you get scared?” he whispered.
Yuuri nodded sheepishly, relaxing into his lover’s arms. “I needed to go really
bad, I just… I was afraid to go down the hall alone and I didn’t want to bother
anyone…”
Yuri craned his neck up, kissing the corner of Yuri’s mouth. “It wouldn’t have
been a bother, Yuuri. We know you get scared.”
Viktor nuzzled into Yuuri’s neck, murmuring, “let’s get you nice and clean,
okay?”
***** Yuuri Caught by Yuri *****
It had been a long while since Yuuri had risked waiting this long to rush off
to the bathroom. Usually, he wasn’t quite this full by the end of practice- or,
is he was, he would just give in and go to the bathroom normally. Today,
however, he pushed through Yakov’s training with a painfully full bladder,
knowing that what he craved the most would be his reward.
Yuuri scrambled down the hallway with a fresh pair of pants and underwear in
hand, begging the single stall bathroom to be open. He breathed a sigh of
relief as the door eased open, letting it slam shut behind him. He threw his
clean clothes onto the counter carelessly, immediately dropping down onto the
toilet fully clothed. And then, he released.
Yuuri had to stifle a moan as his stream started, thick and hot. It seeped
through his boxers, spreading onto his pants and down to his thighs. It hissed
and splattered into the toilet, collecting under his ass before dispersing. He
was completely caught up in his relief, only half empty, when he saw the door
handle turning. Oh no, he had forgotten to lock the door.
“K-Katsudon?” Yuri froze, hand dropping from the door handle as it shut behind
him.
Yuuri’s face grew hot, but he was unable to stop pissing no matter how tightly
he clenched his thighs. “L-lock the door, Y-Yuri,” he whispered, knowing he
would need to come up with an excuse, and quick.
Yuri stared as Yuuri finished relieving himself, mouth agape. His eyes darted
from Yuuri to the fresh clothes on the counter and then back again, widening
with understanding. “So this is why you come rushing to the toilets all the
time. You… you meant to… wet yourself?”
Yuuri bit his lip, his eyes resting on a very prominent bulge between Yuri’s
legs. “I… yeah,” he admits weakly. Turning the tables, he mutters, “did you
come in here to take care of that?” He nods his head at Yuri’s erection,
causing the blonde to turn red.
Yuri shook his head, biting down on his own lip. He shifted slightly, unable to
lock eyes with Yuuri. “I came in here to pee. I have to go… really bad,” he
muttured. “But then I saw that and… this happened, and now I’m not sure if I’ll
be able to…”
It took a few moments for Yuuri to process what Yuri meant, his eyes widening
when he realized that Yuri had gotten the erection from watching him wet his
pants. Blushing, Yuuri stood, cringing at the cloth cooling around his crotch.
“You can, if you relax enough. Just give me a second to clean up and then you
ca-”
“Does it feel good?” Yuri asked.
Yuuri blushed deeper, nodding. “I like it,” he whispers, barely audible.
Yuri stepped closer, eyes trained on Yuuri wet crotch. “I-I think it feels nice
to be full, sometimes. To hold it in until you want to start squirming.”
Yuuri remained silent, hand frozen on his pile of clothes. He watched as Yuri
sat down on the toilet seat, just as he had before, shifting around as if to
evaluate something. Finally, Yuuri whispered, “what are you doing?”
Yuri shrugged, shutting his eyes. “I want to go, but I’m hard and it won’t come
out.” He paused for a moment before adding, “since it’s your fault I’m hard…
will you help me to relax?”
Yuuri inhaled sharply, teeth tugging on his lower lip. Carefully, he took a
step closer to Yuri, placing a hand on his shoulder. “It will be difficult,
because your body doesn’t want to let you go when you have clothes on. Relax
all your muscles,” Yuuri murmured.
Yuri did so, shoulders visibly less tense. “Okay, I’m relaxed.”
“Can I touch your stomach?” Yuuri ventured, eliciting a nod from Yuri. Yuuri
leaned down, placing his hand over Yuri’s bladder. He could feel a small bulge,
accentuated by Yuri’s small frame. “You really are full,” he muttered.
“I told you I need to go really bad,” Yuri pointed out calmly.
Yuuri had never seen the boy so relaxed and at ease around him, but he chose
not to question it. He began rubbing the taut skin around his bladder gingerly,
pressing down harder every few seconds. “Relax completely, Yuri.” Yuuri licked
his lips, determined to guide Yuri. “It’s okay to go, now. You don’t need to
hold it any longer.”
Yuri exhaled shakily, announcing, “a little bit came out and then… I locked
up.” He moaned quietly, sighing. “I need to go so bad.”
“I know,” Yuuri whispered. “And you held on so well until now. But you can go,
it’s okay.” Yuuri began massaging Yuri’s bladder with more pressure, watching
as Yuri’s pants began to glisten. “There you go,” Yuuri murmured quiet praise.
“Good job.”
Yuri moaned quietly as he finally got relief, Yuuri’s hand not dropping from
his stomach. he rubbed Yuri through his relief, listening to his piss splatter
into the toilet. Yuri held a blissful expression the entire time, and Yuuri
noticed that his erection didn’t falter during his relief.
“Fuck,” Yuri whispered as his stream tapered off, the last dribbles dripping
into the toilet. “That felt nice,” he whispered. His cheeks were flushing,
suddenly embarrassed again.
Yuuri smiled, standing and ruffling Yuri’s hair. “Do you have fresh clothes in
the locker room?” When Yuri nodded mutely, Yuuri offered, “I’ll clean up and
get dressed, then bring you your clothes, okay?” He only paused a second before
adding, “would you like me to eh, take the long way, so you have time to…”
Yuuri gestured to the bulge in his soaked pants.
“Please,” Yuri croaked. Sighing softly, he added. “All of this stays between
us… Right?”
“Of course, Yuri.”
***** Yuri Walks in on Viktuuri *****
It had been a shitty day. Yuri had ended up storming out of practice an hour
early, pissed off at Yakov and unwilling to stay a second longer. He'd rushed
out of the rink, heading towards Viktor and Yuuri's apartment. He had a key,
and they'd said he was welcome anytime he wanted. Of course, he would never
admit it to them, but he was grateful for their standing offer.
Yuri knew that Yuuri sometimes napped after practice, so he took great care to
shut the door quietly behind him. He took of his shoes in the hallway, placing
his skating bag on the floor before continuing down the hall. As soon as he
rounded the corner, however, he froze, stepping back out of view.
“Vitya, I'm going to burst!”
“You can hold it, just a little longer. We have time, still.”
“I really… I don't know how much longer I can wait.”
Yuri's heart pounded in his ears, his cock growing in his leggings. He peeked
his head around the corner once more, finding the older men in the exact same
position that they were when he’d first looked. They were sitting on dining
room chairs that had been placed in the living room, right over a clear plastic
tarp. Viktor had his legs crossed tight and was rocking in place, hands fisting
the thighs of his jeans. Yuuri's hand was shoved between his legs, his legs
fanning in and out frantically.
“Vitya,” Yuuri whined desperately, “I need to pee. I need to go so bad.”
Viktor grimaced, grinding down onto his chair. “I know, love. I know.”
Yuri's face flamed, his cock throbbing at the sight. Why was this turning him
on? Better yet, why were they even doing this? Yuri bit his lip as Yuuri
moaned, freezing up and letting out a low whine.
“Viktor, I leaked. I'm getting close to my li-”
Yuri swallowed hard as Yuuri locked eyes with him, going completely still. He
stuttered, trying to form a coherent sentence with no avail. Viktor turned as a
hissing filled the room, gasping as he saw Yuri. He immediately stood, trying
to shield Yuuri from view while dancing in place.
“Yura, you're here,” he mumbled, cheeks growing red. Yuuri's piss began
spilling onto the floor, splattering loudly.
Yuri stood in silence, looking past Viktor. His eyes were trained on Yuuri
soaking himself, face red with shame and eyes fluttering shut from relief.
Viktor cleared his throat, taking a step towards Yuri with a hand squeezing his
cock. “We, uhm… we were…” he was at a loss for words, dancing in place until
Yuuri's eyes opened once more, his stream tapering off.
“Vitya,” he whispered hoarsely, “go to the toilet.”
Viktor bit his lip, nodding before dashing from the room. Yuuri finally made
eye contact with Yuri, shifting uncomfortably. “I'm sorry,” he whispered.
Yuri gaped, silently willing his erection away. “What the hell were you doing?”
Yuri mumbled, kicking the floor.
Yuuri sighed, picking at his soaked pants. “We were holding our pee,” he
whispered.
Yuri bit his lip, exhaling shakily. “On p-purpose?”
Yuuri nodded, just as Viktor re-entered the room. “Go get cleaned up, love.
I'll join you in a little bit, okay?”
Yuuri nodded mutely, wincing as leftover dribbles of piss fell to floor when he
stood. He rushed from the room, head down and steps purposeful. Once he was
gone, Viktor lowered himself onto the couch and patted the space next to him.
Yuri hesitantly moved across the room, sitting down.
“You like doing that?” Yuri asked, not unkindly.
“Yeah,” Viktor murmured. “And you liked watching.”
It's not a question, but Yuri shook his head, balling his fists in his lap to
hide his semi. “You're weird,” Yuri muttered.
Viktor shrugged, reaching out and mussing Yuri's hair. “It's alright that you
did.” Viktor waits a coy few seconds before leaning in close to Yuri's ear.
“Next time, you should join us.”
***** Dance Belt Leakage Request *****
“They're kind of uncomfortable, aren't they?” Yuri complained.
Otabek nodded slowly, grateful for the excuse to squirm without giving away his
current predicament. “They chauffe,” he agreed. It was true- the new “sweat and
water resistant” dance belts all the professional skaters had been sent to try
out were extremely uncomfortable. That, however, was not Otabek's main concern
at the moment. His issue stemmed from his rapidly filling bladder and his
inability to just excuse himself like a normal person.
If he was alone with Yuri, Otabek would be fine. Yuri knew about his small
bladder, and always made sure that he got to the toilet when he was desperate.
But now they were skating at the St. Petersburg rink- Yakov, Georgi, Mila,
Viktor, and Yuuri were all there. Otabek had already excused himself for the
toilet since practice began, and he didn't want to do it again when no one else
has even needed one break yet, much less two.
Otabek tried to concentrate on what he was practicing. He tried to focus on his
step sequence, instead of the pressure in his bladder or the horrible way this
new dance belt fit him. He winced with each movement he made, his bladder
jostling inside of him. He gasped as he felt a hand on his shoulder, a spurt
leaking from him out of fear.
“Ah-”
Yuuri stood behind him, squeezing his shoulder lightly. “Sorry, I didn’t mean
to frighten you,” he apologized. He looked Otabek up and down, and Otabek
winced visibly as another leak wormed its way out. Please, no. “Are you okay?
You seem really uncomfortable.”
“I-I”
The floodgates broke completely. Otabek grew red as he pissed, gasping when he
realized that the fabric of his pants was not yet growing wet. Was the dance
belt… collecting the urine in the cup? Otabek bit his lip, thanking the dance
belt gods silently as he tried to move away from Yuuri. He was still peeing,
but maybe he could get away before-
“Beka, what’s wrong?”
Oh no, now Yuri was crowding him. He was trapped between the two of them, red-
faced and still peeing torrents. He gasped as the liquid overfilled the cup,
spilling into his pants and beginning to soak the fabric. Tears welled up in
his eyes as Yuuri glanced down, eyes widening as he realized what was
happening. Yuri noticed next, gasping and pulling Otabek towards the rink exit.
“Here, it’s alright,” Yuuri whispered, holding his sweatshirt strategically in
front of Otabek’s crotch. “Let’s get you to the bathroom before you have an
accident.”
Otabek whimpered as his stream tapered off, most of the urine collected in the
dance belt and only a softball-sized wet patch over his crotch. By the time
they reached the bathroom, Otabek was nearing tears. Yuuri whispered something
in Yuri’s ear before rushing off, leaving them alone in the doorway.
“Almost there, Beka, just hang on for a se-”
“Yura, I already…” Otabek flushed, trembling. “It all… it’s in the stupid dance
belt,” he lamented, watching as Yuri’s eyes widened with understanding.
“Oh, Beka,” he murmured, wrapping him in a close hug. “It’s alright, here.”
Yuri knelt down and undid Otabek’s skates, helping him to step out of them.
“Let’s get your pants off, next. Yuuri is bringing you new ones,” Yuri added,
before Otabek could protest.
Otabek blushed as Yuri peeled off his wet pants, not even looking disgusted.
“What about..?” Otabek gestured at the dance belt, the cup full and heavy with
fluids.
Yuri led him over to the toilet, guiding him to sit down. “Go ahead, slip it to
the side and get it all out.” Yuri’s hand was soft on Otabek’s cheek when he
added, “I won’t look.”
True to his word, Yuri shut his eyes as Otabek slipped the cup away from his
body, letting his urine pour out. It splashed loudly into the toilet, making
his cheeks heat. When it was all out, he slipped the dance belt off fully,
tossing it into the nearby wastebasket. He wouldn’t be wearing that anymore,
that much was for sure. sighing shakily, he whispered, “I’m done.”
Yuri smiled down at him softly, cupping his cheek momentarily before grabbing
some paper towels and dampening them under the tap of the sink. “Do you want to
clean yourself, or can I?”
Otabek stared down at his damp, sticky nudity, blushing even redder. “I… It’s
gross, you don’t have to-”
Yuri gently moved the towels down, gingerly cleaning Otabek’s thighs and
genitals. “It’s not gross,” he assured him. “Let me take care of it.”
By the time Otabek was cleaned and standing, the toilet flushed and his hands
washed,there was a knock at the door. He waited in the corner as Yuri answered
the door, exchanging brief words with Yuuri before returning with a fresh pair
of underwear and pants. Yuri helped Otabek to get dressed, treating him as if
he were something delicate.
“I’m sorry,” Otabek said once he was finally dressed.
“You were embarrassed to say you needed to go in front of everyone, weren’t
you?” Yuri guessed.
“Yeah, I… I already went once today, and I didn’t want to go again when no one
else even went once. It was stupid, I know.”
Yuri shook his head, pulling Otabek into a tight hug. “It’s not stupid at all.
It’s okay.” He paused a moment before suggesting, “what if we have a signal? So
that if you have to go but you don’t want to announce it, you give me the
signal and I’ll say that I need to go and ask you to come with me. Would that
be okay?”
Otabek flushed again, but nodded. “I think that would make it easier.”
Yuri took his hand, pulling Otabek towards the bathroom door. “If you need to
go, just go to the edge of the ice and knock your water bottle over. Does that
sound good?”
Otabek sighed with relief, slipping his hand into Yuri’s as they stepped out
into the hall. “That sounds perfect.”
***** Rinkside Training Potty Request *****
Viktor clicked his tongue, watching the blonde fall out of his combination
jump. He groaned, dusting himself off and immediately launching himself back
into the air. Viktor sighed, rolling his eyes at Yuuri from across the rink.
Yuri had a habit of neglecting his own needs, and today, he was so wrapped up
in his skating that Viktor and Yuuri realized his dilemma long before him.
Viktor kept a little potty in the rink for when it was just he, Yuuri, and
Yuri. He had used it a few times, and Yuuri had used it often. He kept it there
for emergencies, but despite the older men using it multiple times in front of
him, Yuri still refused. This had resulted in him having an accident once, and
leaking into his pants a handful of times.
“Yura,” Viktor called out as Yuri landed on his knees, shamelessly shoving a
hand between his legs and kneading his cock before standing. “Come here.”
Yuri scowled, skating over to Viktor on shaky legs. He couldn’t stay still for
a second, marching in place and squirming as he glared. “What?”
“Why do you wait until you’re about to have an accident? Come here, use the
training pot-”
“No!” Yuri flushed red, openly grabbing himself now that Viktor had called him
out on his need. “I’m not going to use that stupid thing.”
Yuuri skated up behind him, placing a hand on his shoulder and gingerly guiding
him towards the edge of the ice. “Come on, Yura, you look really bad off. Just
use the potty, it’s not a big deal.”
Yuri shook his head stubbornly, even as his hand gripped the front of his pants
for dear life. “Yura,” Viktor murmured, “will you make it all the way to the
restroom?”
Yuri’s cheeks grew red as they approached the training potty, his lips
trembling. “M-maybe,” he grumbled.
Yuuri carefully helped Yuri to kneel down in front of the toilet, and Viktor
knelt down on the other side of him. Viktor rubbed Yuri’s back as Yuuri
encouraged him, ‘go ahead, Yura. It’s alright, you can go.”
Yuri’s face remained red as he hesitantly slid hand beneath his waistband,
whimpering as he pulled out his cock. He was already leaking, his stream
spraying unsteadily, as he struggle to aim himself into the plastic potty.
“This is humiliating…” he muttered.
“It’s not,” Viktor assured him. “Yuuri and I have done it before, it’s not a
big deal.”
The three were silent as Yuri’s piss thundered into the plastic, filling the
potty nearly to capacity. By the time he was finished and tucking himself away,
he had subconsciously leaned back against Viktor’s touch. Viktor pulled him
even closer once he was covered up, motioning Yuuri closer, as well. They both
held Yuri tightly, whispering soft praises.
“You did so well,” Yuuri told him.
“It wasn’t so bad, hmm?”
“It was embarrassing,” Yuri grumbled, though he leaned into their touches.
They only held him tighter.
***** JJ Teasing Yuri Request *****
“Yuri,” JJ sang, a wide grin painting his face. “Your hair is getting so long.”
Yuri gritted his teeth, trying to slip past JJ and towards the toilets. He was
in no mood to deal with JJ today, especially since he had been trying to find
the bathrooms for twenty minutes now, and he was about ready to burst. “Shut
up, JJ,” he barked, spotting the restroom sign and quickening his pace. His
bladder throbbed at the thought of relief being right now the hall, and Yuri
had to clench tightly to keep from spurting right into his underwear.
“You better watch how long you grow it, you’ve got such a cute little figure
they might mistake you for one of the female skaters!” JJ followed Yuri down
the hallway, chuckling the whole way.
Yuri was just about to make a comment about how he’d better not follow him into
the toilets like a pervert when he finally reached the men’s room, his heart
dropping into his stomach. “Fuck,” Yuri cursed, kicking the bathroom door so
hard that the “out of order” sign shook.
“You know,” JJ murmured smoothly, “I bet no one would bat an eye if you just
went into the ladies room. Like I said, you could pass for a-”
“Shut the fuck up!” Yuri hissed, kicking the door once more for good measure
before walking the few steps to the locker room. JJ followed close behind,
sinking to the floor with an amused grin as Yuri settled on a bench. Yuri was
sure to remain composed on the outside, but inside, he was panicking. He needed
to pee so badly. There was no way he could skate while he needed to go like
this, but what else was he supposed to do? There was no way he could use the
women’s toilets after JJ’s commentary.
So Yuri held it. He tried to remain still as a statue on the bench, but soon,
he found himself rocking his hips. The pressure in his bladder was becoming
difficult to bear, and he was getting nervous. He wished Yakov was here, Mila,
or even Viktor or the pig. At least they would find him a way to relieve
himself and not embarrass him. At least they would help him. But, he was alone.
Alone with JJ, who was still smirking at him from across the room.
“Yuri,” JJ teased, “you should just go, before you wee in your pants like a
child.”
“Just shut up,” Yuri hissed, fists clenching on the top of his thighs. “Fucking
asshole.”
Yuri remained under JJ’s watchful gaze for the next five minutes, his control
slowly slipping. He crossed his legs tightly, rocking on the bench. His bladder
was full and heavy, stretching the waistband of his pants. He'd never needed to
piss so badly in his life, and he could feel sweat beading on his forehead,
sliding down his face.
“Yuri.”
He couldn't answer as JJ joined him on the bench, nudging his arm. The jostling
caused a wave of sharp pains to shoot through Yuri's stomach and he groaned,
gripping his crotch with his hand. He shuddered, his entire body aching from
the effort of holding his water.
“Yuri,” JJ tried again, “come on. Just go to the ladies room, before you hurt
yourself.”
“Fuck off,” Yuri croaked, voice shaking.
“Yuri, seriously. I was only joking with you. Stop being stubborn.”
“You're an asshole,” Yuri spat, tears welling in his eyes.
“I'm sorry,” JJ apologized, standing and trying to pull Yuri up by the arm.
“Come on, let me help you.”
I don't need your help. The words come out instead as, “I can't get up.”
“You have to,” JJ murmured gently. “Just concentrate on holding it in, okay?”
Before Yuri could protest, he was lifted slowly into JJ’s arms, the older man
being careful not to jostle him. The shooting pain became too much to bear as
his cock sprung a leak, the tip burning as his underwear grew wet. The trip
across the hall was a blur; the next thing Yuri knew, he was in a stall with JJ
setting him down. He couldn't stand on his own, but JJ held him up.
Yuri let out a dry sob as he finally released his cock, a shaking hand aiming
it at the toilet. A spurt escaped straight away, but then he locked up. “Fuck,
fuck,” he whispered, his stomach feeling like it might explode.
“It's alright, here,” JJ encouraged him. A warm hand moved to his distended
bladder, massaging it. It hurt like hell, and Yuri gasped as another trickle
left his cock.
“It hurts, it hurts so bad,” Yuri moaned.
“I'm so sorry, Yuri,” JJ breathed, voice shaking. “I'm sorry, this is my fault.
Please, please try and relax. You can go now, It's okay.”
Yuri groaned as a weak stream began, dribbling into the toilet as JJ massaged
his bladder. “It fucking hurts,” he repeats.
JJ rubbed harder, and Yuri gasped as his stream fully began. His muscles
contracted as he finally relieved himself, the shooting pains turning into a
dull ache. He gritted his teeth, leaning against JJ as he emptied. He was
overcome with the slow but steady release, melting as his stomach visibly
shrunk beneath JJ’s hand.
By the time he was fully empty, Yuri was exhausted. JJ had to pull back his
waistband for him and flush the toilet, leading him from the stall. He washed
his hands in a daze before getting lead back to the locker room and helped to
the floor.
“I'm truly sorry, Yuri,” JJ apologized once more. Sitting next to him. “I was
teasing, but I didn't know it would make you… not want to go that badly. I'm
sorry, you could have… hurt yourself.”
Yuri scowled, half-hearted from his fatigue. “You're an asshole. And if you
ever mention this to anyone, I will kick your ass.”
***** Yuuri/Viktor Plane Request *****
He shouldn't have chosen the window seat. If he'd have just asked for the aisle
seat when Viktor had asked him where he'd like to sit, none of this would be
happening. Yuuri shifted in his seat, chewing on his bottom lip. He glanced
over at Viktor, who smiled at him warmly, unknowing of Yuuri's growing
discomfort.
“Will you nap?”
“Hmm?” Yuuri shifted again, face growing warm under Viktor’s gaze.
“It's a long flight,” Viktor explains. “Are you going to nap?”
Yuuri chuckles nervously, shaking his head. It would be impossible to sleep
with his bladder this full; he would surely either not be able to drift off, or
wet himself if he did manage to. “I don't think so,” he replied.
Viktor’s smile grew, and he leaned in closer to Yuuri. “That's great, then! We
can talk. There's so much I'd still love to talk with you about, Yuuri.”
Viktor’s voice was more like a purr, and Yuuri let him talk. Luckily, the man
had no problem with talking about himself. He could go on for hours. All Yuuri
had to do was nod and hum in response, trying his best to hold his bladder
without giving his predicament away. He was fine for a while, bladder throbbing
but at no risk of actually having an accident. That started going downhill,
however, after about a half hour.
Yuuri could feel his bladder pressing against the waistband of his pants,
filled up like a water balloon. He pressed his thighs together tightly, trying
to ease the pressure in his gut. He was truly getting desperate, and his
desperation was beginning to override his anxiety. Yuuri waited until Viktor
paused his current story to finally speak up.
“Uhm, could you p-please excuse me for a moment?” Yuuri asked shyly, hand
unclipping his seatbelt.
“Hmm?” Viktor glanced down to where Yuuri's hands were fumbling with the
seatbelt. “Oh, of course!”
Viktor undid his own seatbelt and stood, inching into the aisle as Yuuri
attempted to stand. The shift in positioning caused his bladder to protest, and
he was forced to cross his legs tightly and bounce or risk wetting himself
right there. His cheeks grew flushed as he tried to regain control, awkwardly
stepping back and forth as Viktor stared at him.
Voice lined with a mix of apology and amusement, Viktor murmured, “I'm sorry
for talking your ear off, but you could have just told me to stop for a moment
so you could get up, you know.”
Yuuri's cheeks were bright red as he shuffled into the aisle. He only had one
foot out of their row when the plan jostled in the air, causing him to lose his
footing and fall right into Viktor. Yuuri gasped, but was easily caught by
strong arms. He was certain that a dribble of urine had escaped, but he
couldn't think about that now.
“Yuuri, are you alri-”
Ding.
Yuuri glanced toward the noise in horror, nearly bursting into tears upon
seeing that the fasten seatbelt light had been switched on. Yuuri desperately
darted his eyes towards the restroom, marching in place and trying to find his
lungs. This could not possibly be happening right now. He sunk his teeth into
his bottom lip as a stewardess hurried down the aisle, rushing them back to
their seats. Yuuri was forced to sit back down, buckling his seatbelt over an
agonizingly full bladder.
“Will you be alright for a bit longer?” Viktor asked, almost conversationally.
Yuuri was worrying about wetting his pants right then and there, the damp spot
in his boxers painfully obvious now that he was sitting. The damp fabric clung
to his member, making him crave release even more. How could he admit to his
coach and idol that he was on the verge of an accident? Yuuri nodded slowly,
trying to focus his attention out the window instead of on Viktor.
Yuuri could feel Viktor’s concerned gaze as they sat in silence, Yuuri
progressively moving more and more in his seat. He was beginning to panic, and
it wasn't helping his bladder in the least. Yuuri gasped quietly as he felt
another leak escape, frantically crossing one leg over the other and begging
his body to hold on until he could get to the restroom.
“Yuuri?”
Viktor’s voice was calm and soothing, and Yuuri looked up just as Viktor
reached over to cup his cheek. “S-sorry, I-”
“Yuuri,” Viktor repeated smoothly, “you're panicking.”
Yuuri swallowed hard, nodding as his hand crept up his thigh, closer to his
crotch. He could feel his cock twitching, his muscles tiring from holding back
the floor inside him. “I didn't want to ask you to get up so I could…”
Viktor sighed, thumbing Yuuri's cheek gingerly. “I realize that now. I'm sorry,
if I make you nervous, Yuuri. But you don't need to be shy around me.” Viktor
let the words sink in for a moment, Yuuri's hand finally gripping the front of
his pants. His skin grew hot under Viktor's touch.
“I'm sorry, I-”
“Yuuri,” Viktor murmured, ignoring his apology. “I don't know when they're
going to turn the light back off.” Seeing the panic that surged through Yuuri's
eyes, Viktor was quick to add, “don't panic, don't panic. I just need you to
tell me if you don't think you can wait. I'll ask the stewardess to get
something that you can relieve yourself into, okay? I don't want you to be
uncomfortable, or… have an accident.”
Face flaming, Yuuri felt tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. “I-I… could
you… please ask her?”
Viktor wasted no time letting go of Yuuri and leaning into the aisle,
signalling a stewardess over. Yuuri clutched himself, rocking in place as
Viktor whispered to the her, and then she hurried back down the aisle. Viktor
placed a hand on Yuuri's back and assured him, “she's getting something, just
hang on a moment, okay?”
Yuuri nodded mutely, sighing s the stewardess returned with an empty water
bottle. Yuuri was already unzipping his jeans as she handed it to Viktor, who
twisted off the cap. “Here you go, take this and I'll hold up my jacket so no
one can see you, yes?”
Yuuri nodded frantically, struggling to release his member from the confines of
his underwear and pants. He was already dribbling as he pressed his tip to the
mouth of the bottle, and he finally let himself relax. The piss flowing out of
his prick was better than any orgasm he'd ever had- he needed to bite back a
moan. His pee was loud and thick, thundering into the bottle at breakneck
speeds. Viktor, true to his word, held his jacket up until Yuuri was finished
and concealed away once more.
Taking the bottle cap from Viktor nearly made Yuuri die of embarrassment, but
he was grateful to hide the bottle of pee away under the seat. He sagged back
with relief, still refusing to look at Viktor. “I'm sorry,” he whispered
sheepishly.
“You don't have anything to apologize for, Yuuri.” A warm hand landed on his
shoulder, squeezing gently. “Next time, though, don't be afraid to tell me that
you need to go. I want you to be comfortable around me, Yuuri.”
“Yes, Viktor.”
“So,” Viktor began, “when I cut my hair, Yakov was absolutely livid…”
Yuuri smiled, knowing that Viktor wouldn't treat him any differently over what
had happened. He was grateful to have such an amazing coach.
***** Yuuri & Chris Costume Request *****
Chris stood in the hallway, a coy smile stretching his lips as he watched the
Japanese man wiggling from behind, both hands struggling with his costume’s
zipper. Chris cleared his throat to make his presence known, stepping softly
into the room. “Having a little trouble there?” He teased lightheartedly.
His playful nature got swallowed down and replaced with worry immediately when
Yuuri turned around, his face streaked with tears. “Ch-Chris… The zipper is
stuck.” It was only then that Chris noticed the small wet patch on the front of
Yuuri’s Eros costume.
Jumping to action, Chris turned Yuuri back around, hands moving to his zipper.
Sure enough, it was stuck. “Try to stay still, okay?” Chris murmured, trying to
work around Yuuri’s squirming.
Yuuri whimpered, his hand shooting between his legs. “I’m trying, I… I really
need to use the bathroom,” Yuuri whispered, as if that wasn’t already obvious
to Chris.
“I know, I know,” Chris replied, not unkindly. “It’s really stuck,” he
muttered, tugging at the zipper with no avail. “Is this the only zipper on this
thing?”
Yuuri gasped, bending at the waist as he nodded. “Y-yes, it’s the only… oh no.
No, no, no…”
Chris rubbed Yuuri’s back affectionately, still trying to fiddle with the
zipper with his free hand. “It’s okay,” he murmured.
“It’s not! Chris, this is Viktor’s costume!” Yuuri moaned, bouncing in place
and gripping himself. “I’m going to… oh god, in Viktor’s costume.”
Chris registered the exact moment when Yuuri lost control, his knees shaking as
he struggled to control himself. Chris instinctively grabbed him to keep him
from falling to the floor, anchoring him in place. “It’s okay, Yuuri,” he
repeated as piss began to splatter onto the floor.
“Viktor is going to-”
Chris shook his head, rhythmically rubbing Yuuri’s back as he finished soaking
himself. “He’s not going to do anything. Funny story- he pissed himself in that
exact costume, back in the junior division.”
Yuuri looked up, wiping his eyes as his stream tapered off. “He did?”
Chris nodded solemnly. “Are you finished?” He asked quietly, causing Yuuri to
blush and nod. “Okay, then let’s go get you cleaned up and out of that costume,
and I’ll tell you all about it, okay?”
Yuuri managed a sad smile, nodding. “Thank you, Chris.”
***** Viktor & Otabek Boner Request [Crack] *****
Otabek stared as Viktor openly groped himself, trying to hide it by shoving his
hand deep into his pocket. His eyes widened and he moved closer, lowering his
voice. “Viktor, what are you doing?”
Viktor whimpered audibly, hissing, “I’ve had to piss for the last two hours and
I’m really reaching my limit.”
Otabek flushed from secondhand embarrassment. “You’re getting hard,” he
groaned, eyes trained on the growing tent in Viktor’s pants.
Viktor rolls his eyes, still groping himself. “That’s the idea.”
“What?”
“Chris said it helps you hold it if you’re aroused!”
Otabek groaned, facepalming. “Viktor, we’re in public, you can’t just-”
A pair of women passed them, sharing a whisper as they looked at Viktor.
Giggling, one of them whistled and said, “nice bulge, sweetheart!”
Otabek wished he could melt into the sidewalk. “Come on!” He muttered, grabbing
Viktor’s arm and steering him into the alley between two buildings. “Go,” he
commanded irritably.
Viktor grumbled quietly, but obeyed. He took his member out and aimed at the
brick wall, sighing softly. “Otabek,” he muttered.
“What?”
“I can’t go.”
Otabek moaned, slamming his hand onto the wall. “Why not, Viktor?”
“Because I’m hard.”
“That’s it, I’m leaving.”
***** OC Request *****
Chapter Summary
     I don't really write female omo or OC's, so don't hate me if I
     butchered this request.
Sachi kept an arm around Yuuri, steadying him, though she was in need of some
steadying, herself. Sucking in a deep breath, Sachi tried to ignore the waves
of pressure coursing through her lower stomach, leading Yuuri further down the
hall. She had to find Viktor; where was he? The event center was huge, and even
though Yuuri had already been cleaned up, he was still in a very vulnerable
state. He needed his coach, and Sachi was determined to find him.
“I'm sorry for the trouble,” Yuuri mumbled.
Sachi shook her head, squeezing his shoulder. She tried not to wince as they
came to a stop in the hallway, though she had to press her thighs together
tightly. “It's no trouble at all, I promise. I'm sorry I can't be of more help;
I know you really need Viktor right now.”
Yuuri nodded in agreement, threading his fingers through Sachi’s. “You're very
sweet to look for him with me.”
And so, their search continued.
Sachi cast a longing look at the women's restroom as they passed it, her
bladder contracting at the mere sight of it. She bit back a whimper, not
wanting to leave Yuuri, her idol, alone when he needed a friend. Steeling
herself, Sachi clenched her muscles and kept moving down the hall.
“Viktor!”
Sachi looked up at the same time Yuuri spoke, grateful to see Viktor standing
just down the hall. She hurried Yuuri down the hall, watching as he rushed into
Viktor's arms, nearly knocking him over. He whispered in Viktor's ear,
eliciting a sad smile from him. He kissed Yuuri's head and motioned Sachi over,
placing a warm hand on her shoulder.
“Thank you for taking such good care of my Yuuri,” he thanked her.
She shifted, biting her lip uncomfortably. “It wasn't a p-problem at all!” She
pressed her thighs together, begging her bladder to hold out for just a few
more minutes.
“No, you really went above and beyond by helping him to clean up and then find
me.”
“It's what any decent person wo-ah-would do.” Her composure was breaking; she
felt her panties dampen. “I'll l-leave you two alone now, then! I know you'll
do amazing today, Yuuri!”
“Would you like to come and-”
“Mmf!”
Her bladder was done waiting. Sachi gasped as she felt her underwear grow wet,
piss wetting her thighs and streaming down her bare legs. She shoved her hand
against the front of her skirt, trying desperately to stop her accident.
“Sachi, are you..?”
Yuuri's answer came as the damn broke completely. Piss splattered loudly onto
the floor, and Sachi hid her face in her hands as she lost the fight. She
wanted to cry as she felt a warm hand on her shoulder, and another on her back.
The hand on her shoulder squeezed lightly, and the one on her back rubbed
soothing circles.
“It's alright, It's alright,” Viktor murmured gently.
Sachi whimpered as the puddle beneath her finished growing, her legs left wet
and sticky. “I'm so… I'm so sorry,” she whispered, utterly humiliated.
“No, you… did you need to go, but wanted to help me find Viktor first?” Sachi
nodded at Yuuri's gentle tone. “Oh, Sachi. I'm so sorry. I didn't know.”
When Sachi opened her eyes, Viktor was removing his jacket. He tied it
carefully around her waist, hiding her wet skirt. “Let us help you as you
helped Yuuri, okay?” He murmured.
Yuuri, as if sensing her hesitation, wrapped her in a tight hug. “Please?” He
whispered.
So, Sachi let each of them take one of her hands.
***** Viktor Gets Dumped *****
Viktor gripped his dates hand a bit too hard, shuffling on the spot. He needed
to piss like a racehorse, but he hadn't seen a single restroom at the event
center yet tonight. The blonde on his arm stared up at him quizzically, the
corners of her mouth turning down with worry.
“You're alright, Vitya?”
It was more of a statement than a question. He and Anya had only been on a few
dates before, but she seemed to have already had Viktor figured out. She openly
called him out on his discomfort, and his cheeks grew flushed. “Yes, I… Did you
happen to see where the restroom was?”
Anya nodded, gesturing towards the hallway. “They are down that way.” Viktor
sighed with relief, more than ready to excuse himself for some much-needed
relief. Every ounce of wine he'd consumed over the course of the evening had
settled in his bladder, and he was aching to empty himself. He barely
registered the final part of her statement- “they're closed, though.”
Viktor took a moment to process the words, thighs pressing together tightly.
“C-closed?”
Anya nodded, shrugging nonchalantly. “Mhm, closed. A pipe burst.”
His bladder was about to burst. Viktor steeled himself, sucking in a sharp
breath. “There aren't any… other restrooms?”
Anya shook her head, chuckling. “What's wrong, Vitya? Can't you hold it? You're
a big boy.”
Viktor felt his face growing hot. He wasn't sure if he could hold it,
regardless of the fact that a nineteen-year-old should be able to hold it.
Still, he found himself nodding out of pride. “Of course, I… I'll be fine.” He
allowed Anya to lead him back into the crowd of people, trying to forget about
his growing discomfort.
Within fifteen minutes, Viktor realized that he was not going to be fine. His
leg jiggled incessantly, his hand shoved deep in the pocket of his slacks,
gripping his cock. He felt like his bladder was about to explode, able to taste
his own desperation. Viktor bit his lip, frantically searching for anyone who
might be able to point him towards a path to relief. Thankfully, he spotted his
best friend, Chris, across the room.
Leaving Anya just a few feet away, Viktor hurried over to Chris and bounced on
the spot. “Chris, you've got to help me.”
Chris wiggled his eyebrows in amusement, reaching out to brush away a stray
lock of Viktor’s long hair. “What's wrong, mon ami? You look like you're going
to be sick.”
Viktor shook his head frantically, side-stepping and then bending subtly at the
waist. “I need to pee so badly, and the bathrooms are closed because a pipe
burst and Anya-” Viktor moaned quietly, feeling a leak dribble into his
underwear. “She just said to ‘hold it’ but I really, really can't.”
Every ounce of amusement in Chris’ eyes immediately vanished, a warm hand
landing on Viktor's shoulder. “Go outside and do it on the side of the
building,” Chris suggested.
Viktor was ready to protest when he felt another hot spurt jet into his
underwear, causing him to bend forward again and knead his cock desperately.
“Oh god, if I can make it outside…” he muttered.
Viktor hurried past Anya with his hand still in his pocket, bolting towards the
door. He heard the sound of her high heels following after him, but he ignored
them. He could feel the front of his pants growing wet as he stumbled to the
door, barely managing to shove it open before hot spurts of urine began running
down his pants in tendrils, splattering onto the steps below.
Viktor squeezed his eyes shut almost as hard as he squeezed his cock as the
high heels stopped clicking behind him, an audible gasp heard. “Are you pissing
your pants?” She asked, clearly horrified.
Viktor didn't need to answer; the sound of his pee hitting the concrete was
enough of an answer. He nearly collapsed from pure relief as he voided himself,
the humiliation not catching up to him until he was blissfully empty. When he
was thoroughly soaked and finally got the courage to glance up at Anya, who had
been silent, he wished that he hadn't.
Her face was red with secondhand embarrassment as she hissed, “my god, Viktor!
Wetting your pants like a child! I thought I was dating a man, not a little
boy!”
Viktor felt tears in the corners of his eyes, begging them not to fall and make
him look even more pathetic. “I'm sorry, I-”
“Do not call me ever again, Viktor. You are such an embarrassment!” With that,
Anya stormed away.
Viktor did eventually find himself on the side of the building. Instead of
pissing, however, he was sat on the ground with his face in his hands, sobbing
profusely. He didn't know how long he was there for, but eventually his pants
grew cold and he heard footsteps approaching him.
“Vitya,” Chris murmured, settling next to Victor against the brick wall. “What
happened, did you…” Chris’ voice trailed off, and Viktor knew that he must have
either seen it or smelled it. Chris rubbed his back as his shoulders shook,
whispering, “where is Anya?”
Viktor's sobs grew even louder. “She left, Chris! She called me a child and she
left!”
“Oh, Vitya.” Chris pulled him into loose embrace, sighing softly. “Don't think
about it; she's wrong. It wasn't your fault, you know.”
“I feel like a baby,” Viktor moaned.
Chris clicked his tongue, squeezing Viktor's upper arm. “Come on, let's go.
You're coming back to my hotel with me and we're going to drink wine and watch
movies.”
“What about the gala? You shouldn't leave just because I went and pissed myself
like a ch-”
“Screw the gala. My best friend is more important.”
Viktor managed a smile for the first time all night.
***** Viktor Confides in Yuuri *****
“Yuuri, I don't mean to be a pain, but…” Viktor bit his lip, looking at his
lover nervously. It wasn't often that Yuuri saw him so nervous, and he
instinctively reached out to brush back his bangs.
“What is it?” He asked softly. “You're never a pain, Vitya.”
Viktor shuffled from foot to foot, placing his half-finished beer on the
cocktail table in front of them. “I really need to use the bathroom and the one
here is closed, so I was hoping that maybe we could…” Viktor trailed off,
chewing on his lip once more.
Yuuri readily set down his beer, smiling softly. By now, he was used to how
Viktor got when he needed to pee. For some reason, Viktor used the bathroom at
every chance he got. If there was something keeping him from doing so, he would
tend to panic. Though he tried to hide these habits from Yuuri, they were close
enough now that Yuuri had caught on. He'd never questioned it, instead making
sure that Viktor was comfortable.
“Let's go back to the hotel, Vitya. It's getting really late and I'm tired,
too,” Yuuri murmured, threading his fingers through Viktor's.
Viktor looked down at the ground, still shifting as his cheeks grew pink. “We
don't need to leave, I just… I was hoping we could go and find and public
restroom really quick and then come back? I'm sorry, I know it's an
inconvenience…”
“Viktor,” Yuuri chided, “I'm tired and you're uncomfortable. There's no
inconvenience and I want to go back, okay?”
Viktor nodded uneasily, but allowed Yuuri to lead him from the bar. Yuuri
gripped his hand tighter as they got out onto the street, shivering. “It's
freezing,” he commented, taking note of the way Viktor's hand flew deep into
his pocket and remained there. He could see the way Viktor's wrist and hand
moved beneath the fabric, and it was quite obvious what he was doing.
“It is cold,” Viktor agreed, his voice tight and clipped.
Yuuri squeezed his hand gently, encouraging him, “we should be there soon.” He
paused just a moment before adding, “why didn't you say something sooner,
Vitya? You look pretty bad off.”
Viktor's cheeked dusted pink for reasons other than the cold, and he shrugged.
“I didn't want to drag you out of the bar for something so stupid and
childish.”
Yuuri rolled his eyes, unable to stop himself from arguing. “Viktor, needing to
relieve yourself is hardly stupid or childish. Everyone does it.”
Viktor groaned aloud, walking at a faster pace. Yuuri almost tripped trying to
keep up. “I'm an adult, I shouldn't be making my fiancé leave to go back to the
hotel just because I need the bathroom.”
Yuuri finally managed to match Viktor's pace. “Viktor, you're being silly. If
you need to go, then you need to go. And I told you, I'm tired. Now stop hating
yourself and let's hurry up, you look ready to burst.”
They were two blocks from the hotel when Viktor skidded to a halt, legs
crossing tight as he bounced up and down. He groaned quietly, whimpering as his
hand moved about frantically inside his pocket. Yuuri rubbed his back gently,
wordlessly encouraging him to hold on just a bit longer. When Viktor got
himself under control once more, they walked down the street even quicker.
“Mmf!” The second time Viktor came to a stop, his hand left his pocket and
openly grabbed his crotch. His breathing was tight, beads of sweat forming on
his forehead.
“Oh, Vitya,” Yuuri murmured, kissing his temple. “We're almost there, just a
little bit lon-”
The fabric around Viktor's hand was growing darker than the rest, glistening
under the streetlights. Yuuri held Viktor up as his fiancé crumbled, tendrils
of urine streaming down his legs and splashing onto the concrete. “I'm so
sorry,” Viktor croaked, beginning to sob.
Yuuri watched as Viktor's knees shook, tears streaming down his cheeks as the
last dribbles of pee pattered into the puddle he’d made. “Oh, love,” Yuuri
whispered, rubbing his back gently. “Don't apologize, it was only an accident.”
“I'm so sorry,” Viktor repeated, entire body shaking. “I know I'm disgusting
and I know I wet myself like a child but please d-don't l-leave, Yuuri.”
Yuuri brought both hands to cup Viktor's cheeks, forcing the broken man to look
at him. “Viktor, why would you say such a thing? You're not disgusting! I would
never leave you, especially not over something like this.”
“But sh-she did,” Viktor blubbered, burying his face in Yuuri's shoulder after
jerking away from his hands.
“Who did, love?”
“A-Anya.”
Yuuri recalled the name; Anya was a girl Viktor dated briefly, many years ago.
He had said she'd broken up with him, but had never mentioned why. “Vitya, tell
me what happened,” Yuuri murmured. And so Viktor did.
Yuuri understood why Viktor was so meticulous about using the bathroom, after
he explained. He held Viktor close to him, pressing kisses everywhere he could
reach. “Oh, my Vitya. She was awful, just plain awful. You're not childish, and
you couldn't help it.”
Viktor’s sobs turned to sniffles and he clung to Yuuri even tighter. “I'm
really sorry for being an embarrassment,” he whispered.
“Vitya, no. You aren't an embarrassment at all.” Yuuri rubbed his back, kissing
his cheeks. “It was just an accident. It's not a big deal at all.” Yuuri kissed
his nose before assuring him, “we're going to go back to the hotel and have a
nice, long bath together in that jacuzzi tub. Then we'll get you dressed in
your favorite pajama pants and I'll massage your back; how does that sound?”
Viktor looked at him as if he'd just offered him the world. “Yuuri, that sounds
amazing.”
***** Yuuri Stuck in Tube (Just read it, it'll make more sense) *****
“Viktor, that is for children,” Yuuri moaned, staring up at the colorful tube
playground in front of them.
Viktor smirks, pointing at the sign in front of them. “Actually, Yuuri, the
sign says all ages.” He set down the bag of apples they had picked at the
orchard, urging Yuuri ahead. “Come on, just for a few minutes?”
Yuuri groaned, but set down his own bag, as well. “Viktor, I swear, if you
break anything with your antics…”
It wasn’t Viktor that ended up causing a situation. Unless, of course, you
asked Yuuri. If you asked Yuuri, it was all Viktor’s fault for even suggesting
that they go inside that contraption.
The first few tunnels were fine. Yuuri went ahead of Viktor, crawling through
the colorful tubes in the dim lighting. “This is so stupid,” he complained,
earning him a smack on the ass from his fiance.
“Hush,” Viktor quipped, grinning. “You’re having fun and you know it.”
“I’m totally no-”
Viktor’s face met the denim of Yuuri’s jeans, and he crawled backwards a bit
when he realized that Yuuri had stopped in a tube. “Yuuri?”
“Viktor.”
He sounded two seconds away from a fit, so Viktor reached out and rubbed his
lower back, feeling the arm skin that was sticking out where his shirt rode up.
“What’s wrong, honey?”
“I’m stuck.”
Viktor rolled his eyes, shaking his head. “Yuuri, you aren’t stu-”
“Viktor, I am stuck.”
Viktor took in a deep breath, hearing the edge in Yuuri’s voice. “Okay, let’s
stay calm. Can you stay calm for me, Yuuri?”
“I’m trying,” Yuuri whispered.
Viktor stopped rubbing Yuuri’s back in favor of placing both hands on Yuuri’s
butt, eliciting a gasp from his fiance. “Viktor!” He scolded. “Now is so not
the time for that!”
Viktor rolled his eyes, sighing softly. “I’m going to try and shove you
thruogh, Yuuri!”
“...Oh.”
He tried, and he failed miserably. By then, Viktor could hear the shallowness
of Yuuri’s breathing, and he knew that Yuuri was near to panicking. He couldn’t
leave Yuuri alone to go get help, not in this state. He would send himself into
a fit and probably pass out from worry. Viktor rubbed the small of Yuuri’s back
once more, trying to calm him.
“Listen to me, Yuuri. Everything is going to be okay, but you need to stay calm
and breathe for me.” Viktor leaned in and pressed a kissed to Yuuri’s back
dimples before pulling himself from the tube. “I’m going to come around for
you. We will wait for someone else to come through, and I’ll ask them to go for
help.”
“Ok-kay…”
Viktor managed to crawl through a different tube and get around to Yuuri,
immediately kissing his lips. “You’re okay, love. I’m right here. There must be
a malfunction with this tube; we were fine in all the other ones.”
“V-Viktor…”
“Hmm?”
“I need to pee really, really bad, and it’s dark, and I’m scared.”
Viktor thumbed at Yuuri’s cheek, trying to soothe him. “Well, I can’t do
anything about you having to pee, but you don’t need to be afraid, because I’m
right here with you. Don’t be afraid, my Yuuri.”
Yuuri nodded, exhaling shakily. “I’m trying not to be.”
“You’re doing so well for me, love. Someone will be by soon, I’m sure.”
It was fifteen minutes before Yuuri spoke once more, and still, no one had come
by. “Viktor, I’m going to wet myself.”
“What? No, you’ll be okay, love.”
“Viktor, this lip on the tube is pressing right into my bladder and my hands
are stuck up here and it… it’s going to come out.”
Viktor sighed, leaning in and pressing a kiss to Yuuri’s cheek. “You know I
won’t laugh if you do, right?”
“I know, but I…” Yuuri’s face grew red and he squirmed the best he could while
stuck in the tube. “Why hasn’t anyone else come in yet? Viktor, what if no one
ever comes and I’m stuck in here forever and-”
“You won’t be, my Yuuri. Calm down, you’re getting worked up again.”
“I mean, I know I might have put on a pound or two during the off-season, but
Viktor, you should have told me if I was getting fat!”
“Yuuri, you aren’t even chubby, much less f-”
“Oh no, oh no!” Yuuri’s face scrunched up with concentration, his eyes shut
tight. “No, no, no…”
“Yuuri?”
“Oh god, some just came out. Viktor, my underwear is definitely wet. Oh, no…”
Viktor brushed Yuuri’s hair back, desperately trying to soothe him. “Darling,
deep breathes. You’re alright, it’s going to be okay.”
Yuuri gasped suddenly, whimpering as he shut his eyes again. “No, no, no…”
“Shh… It’s okay.”
Viktor heard the sound of liquid splashing into the plastic tube clear as day,
but he didn’t mention it for his fiance’s sake. He continued to ruffle Yuuri’s
hair lovingly, trying to soothe him with soft words and touches. By the time
the hissing and spluttering died off into a dripping, Viktor heard the echo of
voices coming through the tunnel.
They had to unscrew the tube connections to get Yuuri out. Thankfully, the tube
they were stuck in was close to the ground. Yuuri tumbled from the tube onto
the grass, rivulets of urine splashing down with him. Viktor wasted no time
wrapping his long coat around Yuuri and gathering him into his arms, pressing a
kiss to his temple.
“Are you okay?”
Yuuri nodded, hiding his face in Viktor’s neck. “Just humiliated.”
“I’m going to take you right home, don’t you worry.”
The apple orchard chalked it up to a manufacturing error, but Viktor and Yuuri
still walked away with two bags of free apples and some complimentary apple
pie. After Viktor cleaned Yuuri up, the two cuddled on the couch, watching
movies and eating pie.
“It’s good, right?” Viktor asked, feeding Yuuri a bite.
Yuuri nodded and swallowed, still bitter about the day’s events. “It would
probably taste a lot better if we would have just bought it from the store. You
are never dragging me into one of those again.”
***** Yuri Can't Ask in English *****
Yuri scowled, eyes scanning each sign they passed on the street. Of course, he
couldn’t understand a single one of the characters on the signs, and he really
wished that he was. He needed to pee for hours now, but being alone with Yuuri,
he hadn’t been able to ask. Up until now, all his time in Japan was spent with
Yuuri and Viktor. He could just ask Viktor for what he needed in Russian and
call it a day.
Yuri wasn’t the best at English. Yuuri seemed to speak it fluently, and Viktor
knew more than enough to get by, but Yuri didn’t. He only knew what he’d
learned from Yakov, Viktor, and Mila. He’d never had any formal lessons, and
his grandpa hardly knew a lick of English. Yuri scowled again as they rounded a
corner, shoving his hands deep in his pockets and trying to pinch the head of
his cock.
“Pig,” he muttered finally, causing Yuuri to stop and stare at him. “I…” Yuri
scowled again, raking his brain to try and remember how to ask for the bathroom
in English. He shuffled on the spot, kicking the sidewalk. “I want to…” No,
that wasn’t it. “I need to…”
Yuuri stared at him quizzically before speaking slowly, so that Yuri could
easily understand. “Are you hungry?” Yuuri asked, making a motion of eating
with his hand and mouth. Yuri shook his head. “Cold?” Yuuri brought his hands
to his arms, rubbing up and down. Yuri shook his head again.
In Russian, he said, “I need to go to the bathroom.”
Yuuri only shook his head, not understanding a single word. “Do you feel sick?”
Yuri was nearly in tears, his bladder throbbing inside of him. There was no way
he could wait any longer. He sucked up his pride, pulling his hands from his
pocket and instead bringing them to the front of his crotch, pressing his legs
together and bouncing in a mock potty dance. “I need…” he bit his lip, begging
Yuuri to understand.
Yuuri’s eyes widened, and he nodded quickly, placing his hand on Yuri’s back
and guiding him down the street. He led Yuri into a tourist area, guiding him
all the way to the public restroom before leaving his side. Yuri bolted inside,
already unzipping as he approached the urinal.
He pissed for ages, having to bit back a moan of relief. His lower stomach was
sore when he finished, and he rubbed it thoughtfully. He washed and dried his
hands, leaving the restroom to find Yuuri waiting for him right near the door.
He smiled when he saw Yuri, guiding him back towards the street.
“The bathroom,” Yuuri explained as they began walking once more. “You say, ‘I
need the bathroom’ in English.”
Yuri scowled and nodded. “You… no tell Viktor,” he muttered.
Yuuri shook his head, bringing a finger to his lips as if they were exchanging
a secret. “I won’t tell Viktor.”
***** Viktruuri for @omorashisuggestion Prompt *****
“Yuuri, just go. There’s no one around.”
Yuuri moaned, clutching the front of his pants and bouncing on his heels.
“We’re in public, Viktor. What if someone comes around?”
Viktor sighed dramatically, beginning to unlatch his own belt buckle. “Fine,
then. If you’re afraid to pee in public, then I’ll pee with you.”
Yuuri’s cheeks grew red, and he shook his head frantically. “Viktor, you don’t
have to do tha-”
“Yuuri, relax.” Viktor smiled as Yuuri reluctantly worked on his pants, taking
his cock out alongside Viktor’s. “We’ve seen each other’s dicks plenty of
times, the hot springs and… oh.” Viktor glanced down at Yuuri’s spurting cock
as his own stream began, biting his lower lip. His cock looked even larger than
when he had last saw it, and Viktor felt his own dick twitching with interest.
“Since when were you… that big?”
***** Yuri Accident in Vikturri's Bathroom Request *****
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Yuri gripped the front of his pants even tighter, jiggling
his leg as he waited at the crosswalk. He felt a hot spurt of piss creep into
his underwear and he swore again, booking it across the street and ignoring the
stoplight completely. Viktor and Yuuri’s apartment was only a block away, there
was no way he was going to wet himself when he was so close.
Of course, Viktor and Yuuri’s apartment had to be closer to the rink than his
own. Of course, the rink restrooms would be out of order today of all days,
when Yuri had drank enough water to fill up a camel for a trek across the
desert. And of course, Yuri was already spurting into his pants when he was so
incredibly close to relief.
Finally, finally, the apartment building came into view. Yuri gripped himself
with renewed fervor, cringing at how damp his pants felt beneath his hand. He
flew down the street at breakneck speed, throwing open the lobby door and
bolting to the elevator. He pressed the button for Viktor and Yuuri’s floor
violently, leg jiggling and hand kneading his cock.
“Open the door!” Yuri screeched, pounding on the door in the hallway. He felt
another leak warm his pants, and he moaned. “Please, open the damn door!”
A very confused-looking Yuuri came to the door, and Yuri wasted no time bolting
past him and down the hall. Please, please don’t let Viktor be in the shower.
Yuri sighed with relief to see the bathroom door open. His bladder lost all
control as the toilet came into view, and he was pulling his pants down and
sitting before he realized one very important factor.
The lid was still down.
Yuri gasped as urine spread over the seat and onto the floor, splattering
loudly. He barely managed to rise on shaky legs, pulling up the seat before
sitting back down. He felt tears of embarrassment streaming down his face as
the rest of his piss thundered into the toilet. He only realized a second
important factor when he was done, eyes trained on the large puddle he’s made
on the floor.
He didn’t close the bathroom door.
“Oh, Yuri,” Yuuri whispered, stepping into the room.
Yuri broke at the sweet sound of Yuuri’s voice, sobbing into his hands while
still sitting on the toilet. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry! I had to go so bad, and
I just sat down but the seat was sti-”
He gasped as warm arms wrapped around him, and Viktor’s voice sounded somewhere
behind where Yuuri stood. “Yura, it’s okay.”
Yuri only cried harder, barely registering as Yuuri placed a towel over his lap
to preserve the last shreds of his modesty. “I pissed all over your fucking
floor, Viktor, it’s not okay!”
Viktor joined Yuuri in embracing Yuri, stepping over to the other side of him
and pressing a kiss to his head. “It was an accident, Yura. It’s not your
fault.”
“You really needed to go,” Yuuri added, brushing back Yuri’s hair. “We’re not
mad at you, sweetie.”
Yuri sagged in their arms, relieved. “The bathrooms at the rink were closed.
Your apartment is closer,” he explained belatedly.
Viktor clicked his tongue, pressing another kiss to Yuri’s head. “You’ve been
holding it all day? You poor thing.”
“I’d have wet myself before lunch,” Yuuri added, as if to make Yuri feel
better.
Yuri sniffled, weakly wiping his eyes with the back of his hand as the older
men pulled from the embrace. “Thanks,” he whispered.
They both smiled down at him, looking at him with genuine concern rather than
pity. “I’ll clean this up while Yuuri cleans you up; how does that sound?”
Viktor suggested.
Yuri blushed, shaking his head. “I can clean it up.”
“Let us, Yura. Let us take care of you.”
And so, he did.
***** Viktor Tells the Eros Costume Story *****
“Yuri, aren't you going to use the bathroom before you get dressed?”
Yuri paused, his costume halfway on, to glare at Viktor. “And just why would I
do that? I'm not a little kid, you don't need to remind me to use the toilet.”
Viktor scoffed, shoving Yuri at the shoulder gently. “That's not why I said it.
Those costumes are terrible to get out of and I just don't want you to get
caught in a compromised situation.”
Yuri grinned devilishly, cocking his head to the side. “Compromised situation,
hmm? Are you speaking from personal experience?”
Viktor sighed, running his fingers through his hair. “Just go use the bathroom,
Yuri.”
“I don't need to,” Yuri argued.
Viktor groaned, lowering his voice. “You know the costume Yuuri is wearing for
his Eros routine?”
“Mhm.” Yuri left his costume half-on, sitting on the bench next to Viktor.
“What about it?”
Viktor’s cheeks tinted pink as he confided, “I pissed myself in it when I wore
it as a junior.”
Yuri's eyes grew wide, though the amusement didn't leave the smirk painting his
face. “Really?” He waited a sauve two seconds before asking, “what happened?”
“The zipper got stuck. I was in the bathroom trying to undo it, and I wet
myself in the stall, right next to the toilet.” Viktor's cheeks grew even
redder as he added, “Chris found me and brought me fresh clothes, and no one
else ever found out.”
Yuri was quiet for a moment before elbowing Viktor's arm gently. “You were
alright, though?”
Viktor nodded, tugging at Yuri's Agape costume. “I just don't want the same
thing to happen to you. White will stain, you know.”
Then it was Yuri's turn to blush. He groaned, standing with a nod. “I'm going
to the toilets.”
As Yuri left the room, Viktor murmured, much too quiet to be heard, “good boy.”
***** Young Yuri Is Too Shy to Ask *****
Viktor watched the 10-year-old glide across the ice, smiling to himself. The
boy reminded him so much of himself at that age- stubborn as a bull and always
pushing himself. Yakov had left Viktor to watch Yuri for the afternoon, as he
had something to take care of with Lilia. The child still didn't talk much,
between being new and being a seemingly quiet child in general, but he did as
Viktor said and practiced in silence. Viktor watched him from the side of the
rink, giving him corrections and praising him.
It was two hours after Yakov left when Viktor first noticed Yuri's skating
beginning to suffer. He began stumbling out of jumps and spins, his body stiff.
Viktor gave him corrections, but he stopped applying them. Viktor was just
beginning to get concerned when the child stood stationary for a moment,
raising one leg and then the other. He marched in place for a moment before
launching himself back into his routine.
“Yuri!” Viktor called out, realizing that he was clearly uncomfortable. “You
can have a break if you need it. Are you in pain?”
Yuri skidded to a stop, cheeks flushing as he stared at Viktor. They locked
eyes for a moment before the blonde looked away, shaking his head as he
shuffled in place.
Viktor smiled sadly at Yuri, the shyness emanating off him reaching all the way
across the rink. “Okay,” Viktor told him, “just tell me if you want a break.
You don't want to tire yourself out.”
Viktor watched Yuri skate for a bit longer, trying to watch to see if he was
avoiding landing a certain way- had he hurt his ankle? Viktor saw no sign of
injury, though Yuri began making movements that Viktor did recognize- Yuri
looked like he needed to use the bathroom. His hips wiggled incessantly, and he
didn’t stop moving for a single second. Viktor watched as the boy hunched over
momentarily, shoving a hand between his legs before continuing his routine.
The boy was ten years old- wasn’t he at the age where he would just ask if he
needed a break? Viktor didn’t think that a child of his age would need
reminding to use the toilet, but perhaps Yuri was too shy to voice his needs.
He hadn’t been skating under Yakov for very long yet, and he did seem rather
shy.
“Yuri,” Viktor called out once more, waiting until Yuri skidded to a stop. He
stood in the center of the rink doing a very obvious potty dance, staring
expectantly. Viktor smiled softly at the wiggling boy, asking, “do you need to
go to the bathroom?”
Yuri turned beet red, all the way up to his ears. He nodded, hanging his head
as he grabbed himself between the legs once more. “I, uhm…”
“It’s okay,” Viktor assured him. “Come on, I’ll take you.”
Viktor met Yuri at the rink exit, bending down and placing his skate guards on
so that Yuri didn’t have to. “Thank you,” he mumbled, still refusing to look
Viktor in the eye.
Viktor placed his arm around Yuri’s shoulder and led him towards the hallway,
keeping the same pace as him. They were just about to round the corner near the
bathrooms when Viktor heard a horrified gasp, followed by Yuri pulling away
from him. He reached out , but Yuri was already bolting towards the bathroom, a
sob ripping through his throat. Viktor followed close behind, noting a few
dribbles of urine leading up to the bathroom door.
“G-go away!” Yuri whimpered as Viktor opened the bathroom door.
Viktor followed the prominent trail of pee on the tile floor to the stall with
the closed door, knocking softly on the door. “Yuri, it’s okay.”
Yuri sobbed, “it isn’t!”
Viktor pressed his cheek to the door, trying to figure out how to comfort the
boy. “Yuri, it’s alright if you didn’t make it. Let me in, please.”
Another sob sounded, but Viktor heard the lock click. When he opened the door,
he found Yuri curled into himself on the toilet seat, a puddle on the floor in
front of the toilet. Viktor squatted on the floor in front of Yuri, careful not
to get his own pants wet. He reached up and brushed back Yuri’s hair, smiling
at him. “Don’t cry, this is nothing to cry over.”
“I-I didn’t mean to,” Yuri whimpered.
“I know you didn’t, I know.” Viktor moved his hand to Yuri’s back, rubbing
softly. “Why didn’t you tell me you needed to go? Were you too caught up in
skating? Did you think I wouldn’t let you go?”
Yuri shook his head, shrugging. “Embarrassed,” he muttered.
Viktor clicked his tongue, pouting. “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about, I
promise,” Viktor assured him. “Now how about we get you into the shower and
find you some clean clothes, hmm?”
Yuri nodded, then flushed crimson at the sight of the puddle on the floor.
“What about…”
Viktor shook his head, patting Yuri’s back. “I’ll take care of it, don’t
worry.” Viktor helped Yuri off the toilet, wrapping his arm around him once
more.
“V-Viktor?” Yuri whispered as they reached the bathroom door. “Please don’t
tell Yakov?”
Viktor squeezed Yuri’s shoulder reassuringly. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”
***** Yuri Comforted by Dedushka *****
Tears welled up in Yuri’s eyes as his legs grew cold and clammy. He collapsed
to his knees in a whirr of sounds- the noise from the crowd, the gasps from
other skaters, the clicking of cameras. Yuri buried his face in his hands as he
sunk further down, trying to hide. I just wet myself on live TV.
Yuri barely registers the warm arms that wrap around him, or the soothing voice
in his ear. “Yurochka, my Yurochka. It’s alright, Dedushka is here.”
Yuri wrapped his arms around his grandfather, sobbing into his shoulder. He
felt a coat being wrapped around him, and he was lifted off the ground and into
his grandpa’s strong arms. “Dedushka, I’m so embarrassed!” He wailed miserably.
“Shh, shh. Come now, we’re going to get away from everyone, yes? Everything is
okay, my sweet boy.”
Yuri wasn’t able to breathe properly again until he was placed on a bench in
the locker room, still wrapped in his Dedushka’s coat. “Everyone saw,” Yuri
whimpered, choking on another sob.
Dedushka sat down with him, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “Don’t you
worry about that, Yurochka. It was just an accident, it’s nothing to be ashamed
of.”
“They’re going to think I’m a baby!” Yuri wailed.
Yuri didn’t quiet his sniffles or leave his Dedushka’s tight embrace, even when
the locker room door opened and Yuuri crept inside. To upset to even bark at
the older man, Yuri simply whimpered and clung to his grandfather. Yuuri knelt
down in front of him, resting a hand on his still-damp kneecap.
“Everyone wants to make sure that you’re okay. All the other skaters are
worried about you.”
“Just humiliated,” Yuri whimpered.
“You shouldn’t be; no one thinks badly of you for this. Not even JJ. And Viktor
spoke to the press and I can assure you that no one else will be finding out
about this.”
Yuri shrugged, leaning into his grandpa. He sniffled pitifully, wiping stray
tears from his cheeks. “Everyone thinks I’m a baby, they’re just being polite.”
Yuuri shook his head, patting Yuri’s knee. “No one thinks that, Yuri. Accidents
happen.”
“Not to me,” Yuri muttered, pouting.
Yuuri smiled at him sympathetically. “I’m glad your grandpa was here for you,
Yuri,” he whispered before scurrying from the room.
Yuri leaned further into his grandpa’s strong arms, breathing in the familiar
scent of his aftershave. Yuri was glad, too.
***** Yuri Has an Omo Kink (Viktuurio) *****
Yuuri usually didn’t pay much mind to other people’s bathroom habits. It wasn’t
something he regularly concerned himself with for either of his boyfriends-
Viktor or Yuri. Yuuri did take note, however, when he found Yuri squirming on
the couch around noon, that he hadn’t been to the toilet all day.
They’d all woken up around eight, and Viktor had used the toilet while Yuuri
showered. They had eaten breakfast together- scrambled eggs, toast, and coffee.
Yuri had two cups. They watched some TV together for while, until Viktor kissed
them both on the cheek and announced that he was going to take Makkachin for a
walk. That was when Yuuri noticed Yuri’s squirming, and realized that he hadn’t
peed yet all day.
Yuuri moved from the armchair onto the couch where Yuri sat, looking him over
carefully. He seemed to be in deep concentration, hips wiggling and thighs
pressed together tightly. He hadly noticed Yuuri moving closer, his eyes
trained on the TV in front of them. Yuuri gently grazed Yuri’s arm with his
hand, inquiring,
“Do you need to use the bathroom?”
Yuri’s cheeks grew red and he nodded, eyes still fixated on the TV. “Viktor got
in before me so I just… Didn’t get a chance to go.”
Yuuri hummed noncommittally, rubbing Yuri’s arm affectionately. He waited for
Yuri to get up and go to the bathroom, but he remained on the couch. Yuuri
watched as Yuri rocked in place silently, hands fisting the fabric of his
pajama pants at the thighs. He didn’t push him, he didn’t ask why. He only
murmured, “It looks like you really need to go.”
Yuri nodded, still rocking in place. “Yeah,” he whispered, barely audible.
Yuuri touched Yuri’s back lightly, rubbing soft circles on the small of it.
“You know you can tell me anything, right? Even if you think it’s
embarrassing?”
Yuri’s face grew red, and he turned in towards Yuuri. His breath came in short,
shallow spurts as he muttered, “I know.”
Yuuri pressed a kiss to Yuri’s temple, keeping his voice calm and non-
judgemental. “Then will you tell me why you aren’t going to the bathroom,
sweetie?”
Yuri’s face got even redder, and he hid himself completely in Yuuri’s shoulder.
“It feels good,” he croaked. “I like to hold it sometimes, and then while the
two of you walk Makka, I… I tease myself and… I just like it.”
Yuuri wrapped both arms around Yuri, offering, “do you want me to tease you,
honey? I will, if you let me.”
Yuri sucked in a deep breath, finally unlatching himself from Yuuri. “Please?”
He whispered, eyes desperate and needing.
Yuuri nodded, moving his hand down to where Yuri’s rested on his thigh. “Guide
me. Show me where you want me to touch.”
Hesitantly, Yuri took hold of Yuuri’s hand and moved it to his lower stomach.
Yuuri cupped him gently, feeling the swell of his bladder under his skin.
“Mmm,” Yuuri hummed, rubbing gingerly. “You really do need to go.”
“Yeah,” Yuri whispered, dropping his hand to let Yuuri move on his own. “I have
to go really bad, Yuuri.”
Yuuri watched him closely, picking up on the cues that he now could recognize
easily. Once knowing him for some time, Yuri was easy to read. Quietly, Yuuri
asked, “do you want me to deny you, Yuri? Do you want me to keep you from
relief?”
The moan Yuri expelled should have been illegal, and he nodded his head
frantically. “Please, please.”
Yuuri pressed down gently on the swell under Yuri’s skin, eliciting another
wonderful sound from him. “You’re going to hold it for me like a good boy,
aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
“You’re so full,” Yuuri purred. “When was the last time you went to the
bathroom, Yuri?”
Yuri whimpered, hips in a constant motion as he tried to control himself. “Last
n-night before bed.”
Yuuri thought for a moment; they went to bed at midnight, but they got into bed
around eleven. It was half past noon, now. Yuuri sucked in a sharp breath,
lickig his lips. “That’s over twelve ago, hmm? You must be aching.”
Yuri nodded frantically, a hand reaching down to squeeze himself through his
pajama pants. “Yuuri, I… I usually go into the bathroom and sit on the toilet
when it gets really bad… So that I don’t… Make a mess.”
Yuuri thought for a moment, nodding. “Is it really bad, now?”
Yuri nodded, cheeks flushing. “I leaked.”
It took Yuuri a moment to process what Yuri meant. Once he realized, however,
he wasted no time helping Yuri up off the couch. “We’ll go to the bathroom,
then, okay?”
Yuri nodded, shuffling down the hall carefully. He had to reach down and grab
himself once more before they arrived at the bathroom. At the sight of the
toilet, Yuri launched himself into a full-fledged potty dance, something that
Yuuri found extremely endearing. he smiled at Yuri, leading him over to the
offending object.
“I leaked again,” Yuri mumbled.
“That’s okay,” Yuuri murmured, reaching down and tugging at Yuri’s pajama
bottoms. “Take these off, but leave your underwear on.”
Yuri obeyed eagerly, slipping his pants down to reveal a pair of grey boxer
briefs. Where the head of his cock sat, there was a wet patch the size of a
baseball. Yuri blushed as he stood in front of Yuuri, shifting as he waited for
further directions. “Yuuri?”
Yuuri hummed, guiding Yuri to sit down on the toilet. “Sit here for me, okay?
I’m going to play with you, but you can’t touch yourself no matter what. How
does that sound?”
Yuri panted as Yuuri’s hand found its way back to his bladder. “Yes; good.”
Yuuri pressed down gently, causing Yuri to buck backwards and moan unchastely.
“Mmf!”
“Good?”
“Yes.”
Yuuri pressed down again, eliciting the same reaction. This time, however, the
wet spot on Yuri’s crotch grew to the size of a softball, light grey turning
dark and glistneing. “Are you losing control, Yuri?”
Yuri nodded, frantically wiggling his hips as Yuuri pressed down with the heel
of his hand. “I’m going to-Yuuri-please… Harder.”
Yuuri obliged him, watching the last shreds of his control wash away with the
urine that spread over his crotch and thighs. Yuri panted as he released, piss
splattering into the toilet haphazardly as Yuuri rubbed his bladder to guide
him through his relief. Yuri’s face was pure bliss- cheeks red, mouth gaping,
eyes fluttering shut. He looked beautiful, just like when he comes. Yuuri held
his breath as he watched Yuri release, finally letting go over twelve hours of
pee.
“Yuuri,” he whispered when he was finished, sagging back in the toilet seat.
“You okay?” Yuuri murmured, standing and pulling Yuri against him.
Yuri nodded, hugging Yuuri back tightly. “Thank you. That felt so good. So, so
good.”
Yuuri smiled, pressing a kiss to Yuri’s hair. “I’m glad you enjoyed it, baby.”
***** OtaYuri Formal Request *****
“Beka, you should really take it easy on that wine.”
Yuri’s voice was low and dark in his ear, commanding in a way that made Otabek
shiver. He took another sip defiantly, swallowing thickly. “You don’t think I
can handle it?”
Yuri smirked, letting his breath hit Otabek’s ear once more. “No, I really
don’t think you can.”
They weren’t talking about the alcohol- no, they could have this exact
conversation about a soft drink and it would still have the same effect on
Otabek. They’d been at the gala now for a few hours, and Otabek was on his
fourth glass of wine. He could feel a growing pressure in his abdomen, but he
knew what the rules were. He was not allowed to use the bathroom until they got
back to their hotel. And so, he would have to wait.
It was only a half hour after his fourth glass of wine that Otabek began to
feel his bladder outright nagging him, pulsating in waves and begging him for
relief. He leaned in close to Yuri, whispering, “Yura, could we head out soon?”
Yuri smirked, the desperation in his voice evident. He looked over his
boyfriend for a moment and Otabek nearly melted under his gaze. “Please,”
Otabek added for good measure.
Yuri seemed to think it over for a moment, finally nodding. “Since you asked so
nicely,” he breathed. “But first,” he teased, “I need to use the bathroom.
You’ll come with me, won’t you?”
Otabek bit back a groan, nodding solemnly. “Yes, Yura.”
As if being dragged into the bathroom wasn’t torturous enough, Yuri pulled
Otabek right into the stall with him. He smirked as he languidly unbuckled his
belt, unzipping and withdrawing his cock. Otabek whimpered as Yuri began to
piss, his stream hitting the toilet water loudly. Otabek’s own bladder
contracted at the sound, and he crossed his legs tightly. Yuri grinned at him,
sighing with satisfaction.
“Feels good, Beka,” Yuri teased him, his stream still thundering. He must have
been waiting all night for release just to torment Otabek. “You need to go too,
don’t you? That’s why you want to leave?”
Otabek grimaced, Yuri’s piss finally tapering off. He watched as Yuri shook off
the last dribbles before tucking himself away. “Yes, Yura. I need to go,” he
replied shortly, chewing on his lower lip.
Yuri flushed the toilet before turning back to Otabek. He pressed a purposeful
kiss to his lips before whispering onto them, “that’s a shame. You need to hold
it.”
The air was brisk outside, and Otabek shivered the second they stepped onto the
street. he shoved his hands into his pockets as the cold air ripped through
him, his bladder spasming and causing him to grunt. Yuri gave him a knowing
look, pulling him further along the street. Otabek winced, grabbing himself the
best he could through his suit pocket. Walking and the cold air seemed to
amplify his need tenfold, and he wanted nothing more to stop and have a piss in
one of the secluded alleyways along their path.
He must have looked as desperate as he felt, causing Yuri to croon, “are you
going to make it all the way back to the hotel?”
Otabek winced, grasping at his cock as another wave of need crashed over him.
Did his underwear feel damp? “I'll be fine,” he muttered.
“You don't look fine,” Yuri retorted.
He felt the leak, this time. It shot out unexpectedly, causing Otabek to come
to a stop and rip one of his hands from his pockets to hold himself properly.
His cheeks grew red, despite he and Yuri playing this game together for almost
a year now. He huffed as he regained control, keeping his hand glued to his
crotch as he began to move again.
“Are you going to have an accident in your suit, Beka?”
“Ngh-” He winced, kneading his cock as his bladder protested his walking. He
had to come to a stop as a hot spurt leaked down his thigh, visibly darkening
the fabric of his blue suit. “Yura,” he whispered desperately.
“I think you are,” Yuri crowed, ignoring Otabek's plea. It wasn't a real one
and he knew it- it was a warning. I'm not able to hold it anymore. It's coming
out.
Otabek moaned as his crotch and thigh got wetter, the grip on his cock doing
nothing to stop his accident as his dick began spurting like a firehose in his
underwear. He moaned again as he let go with defeat, his entire right leg
already soaked. It began splattering onto the concrete, next. The streets were
silent and the sounds of Otabek's relief were the only thing filling them.
Otabek's cock twitched as his stream died down, the puddle beneath him reaching
at least a foot out in each direction.
“You pissed in your suit,” Yuri said bluntly.
“Yeah,” Otabek agreed, still caught up in blissful relief.
“Are we supposed to piss in our suits, Beka?”
Otabek shook his head, sighing. “Nope.”
Yuri leaned in close, nibbling on Otabek's earlobe before hissing, “you'll be
punished when we get back.”
Otabek smirked, shivering. “Let's head back, then.”
***** Yuuri in Pain From Holding Request *****
“You can hold it longer, love. I know you can.”
Yuuri bit his lower lip, trembling with the effort of holding back. He hadn't
been waiting very long- not even a half hour. Yet somehow, he felt himself
creeping closer to involuntary release much quicker than usual. His desperation
came rolling through him in contractions, and tightening his muscles was hardly
keeping him in control. He'd resorted to grabbing his cock a long time ago,
much to Viktor's disappointment. Still, he tried to hold strong.
“Viktor, I really need to go.”
Viktor reached out to tousle his hair, smiling affectionately. “Why’s that,
love? You’ve hardly been waiting at all.”
Yuuri blushed, nodding. It was true, and he almost felt embarrassed by his lack
of control. He kneaded his cock desperately, shrugging. “I need to go, Vitya.”
Viktor pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek, shaking his head. “Hold it for me,
Yuuri.”
He tried. He truly tried to hold it. His cock ached from how hard he was
gripping it, his bladder was throbbing inside of him. It hurt, sharp pains
shooting through his stomach and his back. Yuuri winced, sweat beading on his
forehead. He’d never held it to this point before, he’d never been in this much
pain.
Yuuri whimpered as he lost control, his hand moving from his crotch as it
became soaked with his own fluids. The tears in his eyes were a mix of shame
and relief, and maybe they were even from the pain he had been feeling from
holding back. It even hurt as he released, the shooting pain not stopping until
he was over half empty. By the time Yuuri had finished disgracing himself,
Viktor was back by his side, clicking his tongue.
“Look at you, having an accident so soon,” he teased. “Has your bladder
shrunk?”
The tears that had been welling in Yuuri’s eyes finally spilled over at
Viktor’s words, hot streams running down his cheeks. Yuuri crumbled, shaking
his head. “It hurt, Vitya. I tried to hold it, but it hurt so bad,” he wailed,
hiding his face in his hands.
“Oh, Yuuri,” Viktor wrapped his arms around Yuuri, rubbing his back. “My Yuuri,
why didn’t you tell me if it hurt?” Viktor kissed the top of Yuuri’s head
insistently, voice sounding as distressed as Yuuri felt. “I’m so sorry, my
love. I’m sorry.”
Yuuri shook his head, nuzzling deeper into the embrace and accepting every
shred of affection from his boyfriend. “I wanted to h-hold it for you.”
Viktor clicked his tongue, rubbing Yuuri’s back with even more fervency. “Oh,
love, no. I never want you to be in pain. You have to tell me if it hurts.”
“I’m sorry, Vitya,” Yuuri whispered, sinking into his warmth.
“Don’t you apologize, love. You have no reason to. Will you let me take care of
you, now? May I bathe you and rub your back?”
The words were warm and comforting, breath spurting over Yuuri’s scalp. He
relaxed, whispering, “Yes, please.”
***** Yuuri Public Humiliation Request *****
Yuuri shot another desperate glance in Viktor’s direction, attempting to
silently communicate his problem. Viktor locked eyes with him, expression
perplexed. Yuuri shifted in his seat, just enough for Viktor to hopefully
notice from across the room. He didn’t- though his eyes were now trained on
Yuuri, searching for any further discomfort.
The interview was taking forever. Yuuri was convinced his day was sabotaged
from the start. He’d woken up late, had no time to use the bathroom, but he had
made sure to drink a coffee on the way to his televised interview. He had
thought he’d have time to visit the bathroom before the interview began, but he
was sadly mistaken. He was sent to hair and makeup, and then whisked into a
chair with the interviewer without any time to catch his breath. Now, he was
doing everything in his power to subtly hold his bladder, as he was dangerously
close to disgracing himself on television.
Viktor shot him a multitude of concerned glances from behind the cameras, but
none of them were helping Yuuri to hold his water. He was barely able to listen
to the interviewer's words- all he heard was a mantra in his head- ‘you can
hold it, you have to hold it’. Every fiber of Yuuri’s being was ignited, his
entire body focusing on nothing but keeping the flood of urine inside him. He
didn’t realize how hunched over he was until there were warm hands on his
shoulders, pulling him up from behind.
“Love, are you alright?” Viktor whispered in his ear from behind.
Being jolted upright was Yuuri’s undoing. His concentration was blown, and his
muscles faltered. Hot piss jetted into his underwear, and Yuuri didn’t realize
what was happening until he was wet all the way to the thighs. He gasped and
scrambled from the chair, trying to get out of the camera’s view while also
stemming the flow from his cock. This cannot be happening.
“Yuuri, it’s alright.”
Warm arms kept him standing as he voided himself into his pants and onto the
floor. He was grateful for Viktor keeping him up, and hiding his face in his
shoulder. Yuuri sobbed against his shirt, muttering, “you’re too close, you’ll
get wet.”
A kiss was pressed to his head, Viktor’s arms tightening around him. “Don’t you
worry about that.”
Yuuri didn’t speak again until he was empty, the only reminder of his disgrace
being his sopping pants and the inconsistent pattering of leftover piss onto
the floor. “I’m so sorry,” Yuuri cried.
“Shh, love,” Viktor hushed him. Yuuri heard murmuring behind him, and only then
realized that the entire camera crew was still present, and had witnessed his
accident. Finally, Viktor spoke again. “Would you all please give us a few
moments?” Shuffling and murmuring filled the room, but soon, it was silent once
more. “Yuuri, are you alright?” Viktor whispered.
“Y-yeah,” Yuuri muttered, “just humiliated. I can’t believe I did that…”
Viktor pulled back, using his hand to lift Yuuri’s face from his shoulder. “I
should have realized what was wrong sooner, Yuuri. I’m sorry.”
Yuuri shook his head, wetting his lips. “It wasn’t your fault. I should have… I
should have said something, asked for a break. I thought that I could hold it…”
Viktor sighed, pressing a kiss to Yuuri’s forehead. “I’m going to make sure
that the footage is deleted; don’t worry about that.”
“Thank you,” Yuuri whispered.
“Are you alright, Yuuri? Truly? You didn’t hurt yourself, did you?”
Yuuri shook his head, leaning his head on Viktor’s shoulder once more. “I’m
okay, Vitya.”
***** omokitty Promptfill Request *****
Chapter Summary
     Request based on a prompt in an ask for @omokittyx3 (ty so much for
     letting me use the prompt!)
“Oh fuck, watch out!”
Yuri wiggled as Otabek guided his character through the corn maze and away from
the killer, sitting at the very edge of the couch. He was folded in and had
been not-so-subtly squirming since they sat down to play the game, but there
was no way he was going to miss the best part. Otabek had to get through the
maze and away from the killer to save the other players, all while avoiding the
various monsters and demons in the maze.
“Beka, run faster!”
“Hush, Yura, you’re distracting me!” Otabek hissed.
It was then that it happened. The killer caught up to Otabek, causing him to
re-route and run down a different path. Yuri leaned forward even further, hips
wiggling as he grinded down against the couch. He trained his eyes on the
screen, shouting directions at Otabek. “Left, go to the left!”
“I just came from the left!”
“No, he’s behind you, he’s behind you! Beka, hu-”
The demon that jumped out was ghastly, indeed. Horns popping out of his head,
blood dripping down his face, and teeth black as night. It screeched a sound so
inhuman that Yuri was paralyzed with fear, screaming as the creature grabbed
Otabek’s character. Yuri watched in horror as the beast devoured Otabek, the
words “game over” appearing on the screen.
Yuri was frozen for a moment, until he became aware of a warm, wet feeling
surrounding his crotch and thighs. He looked down in horror, realizing that the
nagging pressure in his abdomen had been depleted. He had just wet himself out
of fear. Yuri felt his heart beginning to race as he glanced over at Otabek,
finding him still as a statue, as well.
Just as Yuri was about to open his mouth and admit he had an accident, Otabek
glanced over at him. His eyes scanned Yuri up and down, finally settling on his
lap. Yuri waited for the disgust, but instead, Otabek broke into a grin. The
grin turned into a giggle, a sound Yuri didn’t know that Otabek was even
capable of making. Still, the fact that Otabek was giggling at him made Yuri
fume.
“Screw you!” Yuri shouted, tears welling up in his eyes. “You’re such a fucking
assh-”
“Yura,” Otabek continued laughing, wiping tears from his eyes. “No, look!”
Otabek gestured at his own lap, and Yuri’s eyes widened to find Otabek’s own
pants glistening. Mouth gaping, Yuri whispered, “did you..?”
Otabek nodded, still cracking up. “I had to go so bad but I wanted to hold it
until the end of the game,” he snickered.
Yuri joined in his laughter, looking down at the mess they made all over the
couch. “We made such a fucking mess.”
Otabek shrugged, tossing the controller onto the coffee table. “Next time, we
both pee before playing a scary game.”
Yuri grinned. “Agreed.”
***** OtaYuri Consensual Watersports *****
“How do you want to do this?”
Otabek’s eyes were hooded, raking over Yuri’s nude frame in a way that made him
shiver. Licking his lips, Yuri mumurmed, “at the same time.” He helped Otabek
to sit down in the tub, following and settling on his thighs. “Is this a good
position?”
Otabek nodded, running his hand up and down his hard shaft a few times. “You
ready, Yura?”
Yuri nodded, taking hold of his own erect cock. He didn’t know why he was so
excited already- the act didn’t register as a sexual one when Otabek had first
brought it up. Now, however, his cock was throbbing. Yuri took aim as Otabek
did the same, fully relaxing his muscles.
They both moaned as they released onto each other. Otabek’s stream hit Yuri’s
chest, hot piss sliding down his torso in rivulets and dripping into the tub
below. Yuri aimed for the spot just above Otabek’s navel, adjusting his stream
to coat all of his stomach. Time slowed as they emptied onto each other,
neither of their erections faltering for a second.
Otabek was panting when their streams tapered off, and Yuri’s teeth had sunk
into his lower lip. “Beka,” he whispered desperately. “Please, take me now.”
***** Yuuri Coach(Bus) Wetting *****
Yuuri had woken up with a clammy damp spot on his pants before, but never had
it been in such a trying situation. He noticed it immediately upon opening his
eyes, just second to the ache in his neck from sleeping with his head against
the bus window. His hands shot to his thighs to pick at his sticky thighs, his
eyes scanning over the damage. It was bad.
Thankfully, Viktor was still asleep in the seat next to him. He could hear
Yakov and Yuri arguing up front, and Mila and Georgi talking about makeup just
behind them. Sighing with relief, Yuuri wiggled out of his sweatshirt. He
placed it carefully over his lap, successfully hiding the wet patch from view.
Yuuri’s pants still clung to him as they arrived back at the St. Petersburg
rink. Viktor was stirred awake by Mila as she and Georgi trotting down the
aisle, and he grinned sleepily at Yuuri. “Good morning, my love,” he murmured,
leaning in and pressing a succinct kiss to Yuuri’s lips.
“Good morning,” Yuuri replied as Viktor stood.
For a split-second, Yuuri thought he was home free. Yuuri could just hold his
jacket in front of him as they filed off the bus, and then rush off to the
bathroom to change. Viktor, however, had other plans. He stared quizzically at
the way Yuuri was holding his jacket, frowning. “Here, love. Let me take tha-”
The jacket was taken from his hands before Yuuri could react, and he began
stammering. He threw his hands in front of his crotch, but it did nothing to
hide the sizable patch of darker fabric from Viktor. He sighed softly, placing
a hand under Yuuri’s chin. He forced Yuuri’s face up, eyes kind and
understanding. Yuuri shuffled uncomfortably, averting his eyes.
“I’m sorry.”
“Love, you have nothing to apologize for.” Viktor kissed Yuuri’s cheek, asking,
“did this happen while you were asleep?”
Yuuri nodded, cheeks tinting pink. “Yes,” he whispered.
“Here,” Viktor murmured, handing Yuuri’s jacket back to him. “Let’s get you
inside and cleaned up. does that sound good?”
Yuuri sighed, grateful for Viktor’s perpetual understanding. “Thank you,
Vitya.”
***** Yuuri Sexual Assault Wetting Request *****
Chapter Summary
     IN CASE THE CHAPTER TITLE WAS NOT CLEAR ENOUGH, THIS CONTAINS
     ATTEMPTED SEXUAL ASSAULT. PLEASE STOP HERE IF THAT ISN'T YOUR THING.
“There has to be a bathroom down this hall,” Yuuri muttered to himself in
Japanese as he rushed through the dark, abandoned corridor. “Please, please…”
A Russia slur sounded in his ear, causing Yuuri to freeze. He didn’t understand
the words, but he knew it wasn’t Viktor’s voice. Yuuri tried to pull away as a
strong hand grasped his wrist, but only succeeded in backing himself up against
a wall in the narrow hallway.
“P-please,” Yuuri whispered in English, staring up at the grizzly man crowding
him. “I don’t… I don’t want any trouble.”
The man laughed, but spoke in English after that. “No trouble, hmm? Pretty boys
like you who go off on their own certainly look like they are wanting trouble,
if you ask me.”
Yuuri shook his head frantically, his overwhelming need to urinate suddenly
overriding his sudden fear. He pressed his thighs together tightly as he
shivered, biting his lip. “I was just looking for the restroom,” he muttered.
The man chuckled, leaning in closer. He smelled of alcohol and cigarettes,
mixed with something foul. Yuuri fought the urge to gag. “You came all the way
down here looking for the toilet? No, I think you were looking for something
much more than that.”
Yuuri opened his mouth to protest, but the words he tried to expel instead got
sucked in by the predator, their mouths crashing together. Yuuri squirmed and
struggled, tears filling his eyes as he tried to wriggle away. He only
succeeded in jostling his bladder, causing a hot spurt of urine to jet into his
underwear. He whimpered against the man’s mouth as he was finally released, his
head banging against the wall behind him.
“Please, please let me go,” Yuuri begged, tears streaming down his cheeks.
The man got closer, leaning in towards Yuuri’s ear. “I think you’re already
going,” he cackled.
Yuuri sobbed as he realized that he was, in fact, wetting his pants. He
shrieked as the man came closer, pressing his crotch against Yuuri’s. Yuuri
fought with all he had, shoving at the man and screaming Viktor’s name at the
top of his lungs. He shouted for Viktor, and for help, in both Russian and
English.
Yuuri’s eyes flew shut as he hit the ground, landing in a puddle of his own
piss. He heard skin on skin contact, and two voices shouting in Russian. He was
dizzy- so dizzy, he could hardly take in a breath. He felt warm arms wrap
around him as soon as they shouting stopped, and he flinched subconsciously.
“It’s okay, love,” Viktor’s voice whispered. “It’s just me, shh.”
“V-Vitya,” Yuuri sobbed, clinging to him. He breathed in the familiar scent of
his fiance, desperate for something to ground him.
“Oh, my Yuuri. I’m so sorry, I should have come with you. I shouldn’t have sent
you alone,” he whispered, his strong arms trembling around Yuuri’s frame. “Are
you hurt?”
Yuuri shook his head, trying to calm down for Viktor’s sake. “N-no, just shaken
up.” Yuuri blushed as he looked down at his soaked pants and the puddle they
were both sitting in. “I-I kind of… uhm… I’m sorry,” Yuuri mumbled, chewing on
his lip.
Viktor looked down as if he hadn’t realized the mess they’d been sitting in,
shaking his head. “It’s alright, Yuuri. You were frightened and trying to get
away. Don’t worry about that, okay?”
Yuuri nodded, still embarrassed, but more relieved at Viktor’s comfort. “I want
to go home,” he whispered shakily.
“I’ll run you a bath and make you some hot cocoa, okay?” Viktor offered. He
helped Yuuri to stand up, still holding him close. “Let’s go home.”
***** Yuri !Rape! Request *****
Chapter Summary
     Again, if the title was not enough of a warning, this ficlet contains
     rape. Please stop here if you wish not to see that.
Yuri groaned with relief, spraying his stream onto the brick wall. It felt so
good to finally piss after holding it for so long. It had taken him a half hour
to finally convince Yuuri and Viktor that it was fine for him to run off and
piss in the alleyway. It was late, dark, and no one was around. Not to mention,
Yuri was about to wet himself any second.
Just as Yuri was finished relieving himself and trying to tuck himself away, a
hand grabbed his wrist to stop him. “Oh fuck off, Viktor, you aren’t fun-”
It wasn’t Viktor. It wasn’t Yuuri, either. A strange man held to his wrist,
while two more hovered behind him. “Viktor, hmm?” The man murmured. “Well, I
guess you can call me whatever you want. Doesn’t matter to me.”
Yuri froze, petrified. He was hardly aware that his cock was still exposed
until the man reached down with his free hand, cupping the flaccid member
carefully. “Stop,” Yuri whispered, broken.
The man hummed as his cronies chuckled, shaking his head. “Shut up,” he
commanded. Much to his humiliation, Yuri found himself getting hard in the
thug's hand, brought on by his gentle tugging. “Look at that,” the man
muttered. “Looks like your little prick is getting excited; why aren’t you?”
“Please,” Yuri begged, “stop.”
The man shoved Yuri around in one violent motion, pressing his front against
the cold brick wall. Yuri cringed as the front of his jeans grew wet, the piss
from the wall soaking through his clothes. “I’m gonna show you what happens to
naughty little boys who go into dark alleys at night,” the thug hissed.
That was all the warning Yuri got before he heard the sound of a zipper.
“No, don’t, pl-”
The pain was unbearable. He felt liquid dripping down his thighs as he sobbed,
pain ripping through him as the stranger fucked him mercilessly. “You like
that, naughty boy?”
Yuri sobbed harder, whimpering, “it hurts, it hurts!”
“Shut the fuck up,” the man growled, yanking on Yuri’s hair.
Yuri did as he was told, crying softly as the first man had his way with him.
He gasped as heat filled him up, moaning as he was left empty. Yuri cringed at
the come dripping down his thighs, whimpering as he was released from the man’s
grasp. He reached down to pull up his pants, but was stopped by the sound of a
zipper.
“Nice and ready for me?” Another man chuckled.
It didn’t hurt so badly, this time. The stranger thrust in and out of him as a
quick pace, grabbing Yuri’s hips to keep him still. Yuri flushed with
embarrassment as he felt himself getting hard, the man's length inside him
feeling good. By the time the second man spilled deep inside him, Yuri was at
full mast.
The third man entered him, and Yuri didn't resist. He gasped as something was
brushed inside of him, something that made his insides coil. Yuri moaned
quietly, immediately covering up the sound with a grunt. The man pounded into
him mercilessly, and Yuri began panting. Every nerve inside him was lighting
up, and if he didn't slow down, Yuri was going to-
“Ah!”
His cock spilled onto the brick wall and the ground, spitting its seed
untouched. Yuri came harder than he ever had before, the stranger's hands on
his hips the only thing keeping him standing. The man chuckled lowly in his ear
as he came inside Yuri's ass, making Yuri shudder and gasp as his
hypersensitive nerves were tormented.
“Guess you liked it, after all, you little slut,” the first man teased. “Coming
untouched like a little whore.”
Yuri sunk to the ground as they left him, falling into a puddle of blood, piss,
and come. Yuri shut his eyes, waiting to be found by Viktor and Yuuri. “Fuck…”
he muttered.
***** Luka Has an Accident Request *****
“Luka, do you want to go potty?”
Yuri was heeding Viktor's advice to a tee- “we took him out of diapers
completely, so make sure you remind him to use the toilet every hour or so, or
he'll forget until it's too late”. He had asked Luka every hour if he wanted to
use the toilet, and Luka had said no all but one time. After helping Luka to
relieve himself, Yuri was feeling confident that Luka would ask if he needed to
go, and the rest of the afternoon would go without a hitch.
Luka shook his head, zooming his race cars over the makeshift track Yuri had
made him from cardboard. “No!” He chirped. “Don't gotta go!”
Yuri smiled, settling back on the couch with his book. “Okay, well just tell me
if you need anything, alright?”
Luka hummed in response before continuing the “vrooming” sound he was making
for the cars’ engines. Yuri read for a while longer while Luka played,
occasionally glancing up to make sure his nephew was okay. He played happily
with his cars, and Yuri was feeling relaxed.
His relaxed attitude was only broken when he was halfway through the book. A
light sniffling sound filled his ears, and he immediately shut the novel and
trained his eyes on Luka. His,nephew was facing away from him, no longer
playing with his toys. He began crying even harder as Yuri approached him,
asking gently,
“Luka, what's wrong?”
The second Yuri knelt at his side, he saw the problem. Still, he didn't react
until Luka tried to cover the wet spot on his pants with his hands, sobbing, “I
had an accident, Uncle Yura! I'm sorry!”
Yuri sighed softly, rubbing the toddler's back methodically. “Don't cry, Luka.
It's alright, it was just an accident.”
Luka sobbed, voice hitching as he tried to speak between wet cries. “I th-
thought I could h-hold it, I w-wanted to keep p-playing!”
“Luka, Luka, shh.” Yuri scooped the crying child into his arms and held him
close, ignoring the wetness that started seeping onto his own lap. “It's okay,
I'm not mad. Don't get upset.”
“Wanted to hold it like a big boy,” Luka whimpered, voice muffled as he cried
into Yuri's shoulder.
Yuri knew that pointing out his own toilet mishaps would comfort the boy, show
him that even adults had accidents. But he couldn't bring himself to, his
cheeks growing hot at the mere thought. “It's okay, big boys have accidents to.
You're such a good boy, Luka, I promise.”
“Don't t-tell Papa and Oto-san, please!”
Yuri kissed the top of his head, assuring him, “I won't tell them, okay? Do you
want to go get cleaned up now? You can have a bubble bath.”
Luka sniffled, but nodded. “The blueberry scented bubbles?”
“Mhm.” So Yuri lifted his nephew, no longer a crying mess, and carried him off
to the bathroom. As promised, his accident would remain a secret between the
two of them.
***** Yuri on Otabek's Bike Request *****
He had hopped on Otabek’s bike, despite the true reason he was trying to get as
far away from those girls as he could- Yuri’s Angels, they were called. Angels?
More like devils. All Yuri had wanted to do was take a piss, but they found him
wherever he ran off to, including the toilets. Yuri had been debating just
whipping it out and pissing in the alcove where he hid, before Otabek offered
him a ride.
Now, Yuri was trapped on Otabek’s bike. He was clinging to him for dear life,
desperately trying to press his cock up against the seat of the bike. The
vibration of the vehicle was already causing him to leak, and he didn’t dare
look down to see the damage for himself. Yuri had to wait until they were far
enough away from the angels to ask Otabek to stop- if he could wait that long.
“Otabek!” Yuri finally shouted, his thighs damp. He knew that he was going to
get Otabek wet if they didn’t stop soon. Tears welled up in his eyes at the
thought alone. “Otabek, I need to piss really, really bad. Please, can you
stop?”
Otabek glanced back briefly, shouting, “I don’t know if there are any public
bathrooms nearby-”
“An alley is fine!” Yuri yelled back, the tears spilling over and wetting his
cheeks. “I’m literally pissing myself, please,” he added, blushing beet red.
They were going to fast to stop right away, and Yuri knew it. The few minutes
it took for Otabek to slow down and find a suitable spot to pull over were pure
agony for Yuri, his pants growing even wetter and creating a small puddle on
the seat of Otabek’s bike. He was still crying when they finally stopped,
barely able to hobble off the bike with his hand gripping his soaked crotch.
“There’s no one here,” Otabek offered quietly. “You can go right here.”
Yuri nodded, head bowed in humiliation as he pulled his member from his wet
pants. He was already spurting as he aimed down at the ground, cringing at how
loud his torrent was against the concrete. Otabek politely turned away, but
Yuri only felt worse as he saw him wiping the little puddle Yuri had made with
the bottom corner of his shirt. His heart nearly burst at the seams when he saw
that the back of Otabek’s pants did in fact, get wet. Yuri wanted to die.
“You ready?” Otabek asked as Yuri turned around, fully covered and a right
mess.
Yuri swallowed hard, nodding. “I’m sorry.”
Otabek shrugged, getting back onto the bike and patting the space behind him.
“You don’t have anything to apologize for. We’ve all been there before; it
happens.”
Yuri exhaled shakily, getting back onto the bike. “Thanks. For being cool about
this.”
Otabek didn’t even mention it as they sped away once more.
***** Yuri European Toilet Request *****
“Uh, Yura?”
The blonde glanced up from his phone, still marching in place with his hand in
his pocket. “Hmm?”
Otabek looked him over one more time- his jiggling legs, the way his hand moved
around in his pocket. His hunched frame and constant need to be moving. “Do you
need to use the bathroom?”
Yuri turned red up to his ears, nodding. “Y-yeah.”
Otabek glanced around, seeing two of the European style public urinals nearby.
They were just metal enclosures that covered you from the front and enabled you
to pee down into a grated drain. He nodded towards one, asking his boyfriend,
“you can go, you know.”
Yuri turned even redder, shaking his head. “I can’t,” he whispered, as if
ashamed to even admit it.
“Why? They’re right over-”
“It’s so open,” Yuri mumbled, wincing as he bent at the waist. “I have a hard
enough time going in public toilets in the stall; I won’t be able to go in…
that thing.”
Otabek placed a reassuring hand on Yuri’s shoulder, offering, “what if I come
with you? If I go on the other side, do you think you’ll be able to go?”
Yuri pondered for a moment as he danced in place, eyes fixated on the toilets.
Finally, he nodded. “I’ll try.”
So, Otabek led him over to the toilets, sending him to the right and he,
himself, going to the left. In Russian, for any passersby not to understand, he
murmured, “you’re okay, Yura. You can do it.” Otabek unzipped and pulled
himself out, aiming down at the gate and waiting. “You okay, Yura?”
“I’m trying,” came a quiet response.
Otabek didn’t begin relieving himself until he heard a soft sigh from behind
him and confirmed, “you’re going?”
“Mhm.”
Otabek pissed into the grate, tucking himself away. Yuri was still going as
Otabek exited the mock enclosure. When he finally emerged, he looked much more
relaxed and less flushed. Otabek put his arm around Yuri’s shoulders, kissing
the top of his head lightly. “I’ll do my best to keep an eye out for regular
toilets from now on, okay?”
“Thank you, Beka.”
***** Yuri x Reader Request *****
“Come on, Y/N… please, can't I go?”
You grin, shaking your head at the blonde in front of you. His legs are crossed
tight but he is otherwise composed, despite having asked to use the bathroom
twice in the past half hour. You wet your lips and cock,your head to the side,
smirking at Yuri.
“Cruel boys need to be taught a lesson, wouldn't you say?”
Yuri huffs, shaking his head. “I wasn't cruel…”
You disagree, averting your E/C eyes. “You were cruel, and now you must learn
your lesson.”
“I really need to go,” Yuri huffs, jiggling his legs.
“You can hold it.” You smile sweetly, cocking your head to the side.
Yuri grumbles quietly, but doesn’t protest further. You watch in amusement as
Yuri continuously jiggles his leg, his hand bunching up the fabric of his
leggings just above the knee. You train your eyes on his face, where his
expression looks worried. His cheeks are flushed pink and green eyes watering,
tiny beads of sweat working their way down his forehead. He must be absolutely
bursting, to be so bad off from the effort of holding his bladder.
It’s another ten minutes before Yuri speaks, standing abruptly and bouncing in
place. He crosses his legs in one direction and then the other, bending forward
at the waist. “Y/N, please. Please, I need to go so bad.”
You watch in fascination as Yuri sneaks a hand between his legs, only allowing
himself a few seconds of relief before jerking the hand away in shame. “You
have a cute potty dance,” you tease him.
He turns even redder, bowing his head as he is forced to hold himself again.
“Please… I’m going to…”
“You’re going to what?”
Yuri whimpers- a sound you didn’t know could be so adorable- and sinks to his
knees. “I-I…” he doesn’t finish the sentence. You hear the hissing clear as
day, and watch in amazement as Yuri’s pants begin to glisten. “Please… don’t
look, don’t look!”
You can’t help but ignore his pleas. You watch as Yuri cries quietly, soaking
himself and creating a puddling on the floor. His tears make you feel guilty-
maybe you did take this a bit too far. As Yuri’s stream tapers off and he is
reduced to quiet sobs, you kneel down next to him.
“Go away; I’m gross.”
You shake your head, brushing back his blonde locks with your hand. “I’m
sorry,” you whisper.
“Y-you’re not,” Yuri whines, looking more vulnerable than you ever imagined he
could. “You wanted me to…”
“I didn’t,” you murmur, rubbing your hand over his upper back. “I’m sorry,
Yuri. I’m really sorry.”
Yuri sniffles, but leans in to your gentle touch. “I feel like a baby,” he
admits.
You shake your head, standing up and offering him your hands. He takes them,
and you help him to stand, as well. Yuri cringes as leftover pee dribbles from
his pants and into the puddle below. “Can I help you clean up, Yuri?”
He nods, lettting you slip your hand into his. “Yeah.” As you lead Yuri to the
bathroom, you hear him whisper, nearly inaudible, “I won’t be cruel to you
again.”
***** Mile High Club Request *****
“I have to pee.”
The words were misinterpreted, evidently. Yuri was just about to take himself
out and relieve the aching pressure in his abdomen when Otabek knocked gently
on the door of the plane restroom. “Yura?”
Yuri had let him in, a confused expression painting his face. He was confused
only until Otabek pressed him against the wall roughly, grabbing his hands and
pinning him. Their lips were slotted before Yuri could register why Otabek was
even in there with him. But then, it all made sense. The Mile High Club. He’d
been talking about it for a while now, but that certainly hadn’t been his
intention today. However, Yuri was sure that he could hold it until they were
both members…
Otabek’s ministrations were quick and needing, his mouth swiftly moving from
Yuri’s lips to his jawline, and then kissing their way down his neck. Otabek
nibbled at the sensitive skin there, soothing the bites with his tongue and
lips. Yuri moaned quietly, the flesh between his legs growing despite his
immense need for relief of another kind.
“B-Beka… mmf…”
“Good?” Otabek whispered onto his damp skin, causing him to shiver.
“Y-Yeah…”
Yuri tried to ignore his bladder protesting as Otabek rocked their hips
together, jostling him in the process. The friction of Otabek’s hardness
against his own felt so good, both fueling his arousal and keeping pressure
where he needed it most to control his need to urinate.
It wasn’t long before Otabek had his own belt undone and was working on Yuri’s;
they had to be quick, after all. Yuri gasped as Otabek’s hand wrapped around
both their cocks easily, sliding them together quickly. Yuri buried his face in
Otabek’s shoulder, whining softly as his bladder pulsated inside of him. How
could something feel so nice but so torturous at the same time? He should have
just told Otabek that he actually needed to pee before they got so far into
this.
“Yura, your cock feels amazing,” Otabek whispered into Yuri’s hair, moving his
hand faster up and down their shafts.
Yuri moaned, torn between two waves of pressure inside of him. Was he going to
come, or piss all over himself and his boyfriend? He should say something, he
should just warn Otabek that he really needs to go and he doesn’t know whether
it’s a good idea to keep going and th-
“Ah, fuck!”
His orgasm hit like a freight train, and he moaned as he and Otabek released
all over each other. Otabek’s body went stiff as he held Yuri against him,
whispering in his native tongue into Yuri’s hair. By the time Yuri had been
milked completely, he was aware of his cock expelling another liquid. Gasping,
Yuri pulled away from Otabek and hastily aimed himself into the airplane
toilet, barely able to guide his sporadic stream.
“Sorry,” he whispered, feeling Otabek’s eyes on him. “I didn’t… I actually came
in here to pee, and…” He trailed off, biting his lip to stifle the moan he
wished to expel at his second bout of relief.
“Here,” Otabek offered when he was finished peeing. Yuri took the tissue that
was offered, realizing that his cock and hand were still covered in both his
and Otabek’s come. He wiped himself down awkwardly, staring at the floor as his
cheeks grew hotter and hotter.
“Sorry,” he repeated.
Otabek shook his head, wrapping his arms around Yuri and kissing his forehead.
Yuri relaxed at the action, realizing that Otabek wasn’t going to tease him or
think badly of him for the incident. “I should have realized that you had to
go; I know you usually wait until the last second on planes.”
“Well the bathrooms are tiny and gross!” Yuri defended himself, pouting.
Otabek chuckled, pressing another kiss to Yuri’s forehead. “I know, I know.
Let’s go back, okay? I’m pretty sure people know what we were doing in here by
now.”
Yuri took Otabek’s hand into his, bracing himself for the knowing looks they
were surely to get as they walked back up the aisle to their seats.
***** Viktuuri Car Request *****
It was quite obvious what Yuuri needed, though he still didn’t speak up. Viktor
watched as his companion shifted in his seat, eyes glued out the window and
cheeks flushed. Yuuri had his legs crossed tight, his right hand gripping his
pants at the thigh and his left clenched on the seat of the car. There wasn’t
much that Viktor could do if Yuuri did speak up, as they were in miles of
bumper-to-bumper traffic. Still, Viktor was beginning to worry that Yuuri might
not say anything at all until it was too late.
“Yuuri?”
Yuuri glanced up, looking much like a deer in the headlights. His posture was
stiff and unforgiving, and he refused to meet Viktor’s eyes. His gaze darted
out the window, behind Viktor’s head. “Y-yes?”
Bluntly, Viktor asked, “Are you going to be able to wait until we get back? It
doesn’t look like the traffic is letting up any time soon.”
Yuuri turned as red as a tomato, shaking his head vigorously. “No, no, I’m f-
fine! I just need to use the b-bathroom.”
Viktor raked his eyes over Yuuri’s clearly desperate frame, nodding. “I can see
that.” He moved his hand to the cup holder, taking out his mostly-empty water
bottle. “Here,” he offered, rolling down the window and tipping the bottle to
finish emptying it.
“No, Viktor, you didn’t have to…”
Viktor shrugged, offering the bottle to Yuuri. “I wasn’t thirsty,” he joked, to
lighten the mood.
Yuuri didn’t even crack a smile, shaking his head. “I can’t… I’ll be okay,” he
muttered, barely audible.
Viktor didn’t press the issue, slotting the bottle back into the cup holder.
“Well, it’s here if you decide you need it,” he murmured.
They only crawled ahead another few feet over the next ten minutes. Yuuri grew
more and more frantic by the minute, rocking in his seat with his hand inching
closer and closer to his crotch. Viktor watched him out of the corner of his
eye, sympathetic for Yuuri’s situation, but also wishing that he would just
relieve himself into the bottle. He looked to be in pain, and Viktor was sure
that he wasn’t going to last much longer.
Yuuri gasped suddenly, his hand flying between his legs and gripping himself
tightly. Viktor’s eyes widened as he saw a dark spot grow on Yuuri’s jeans,
just under the size of a baseball. Viktor stared in horror, murmuring, “Yuuri?”
“I-I, uhm…” Yuuri reached for the bottle, whimpering softly. “P-please don’t
look.”
Viktor didn’t look, but he could certainly hear. The sound of Yuuri’s piss
thundering into the plastic bottle filled his ears, and he blushed at the
sound. Yuuri released little sighs and whimpers as he peed, obviously unable to
stifle the sounds of finally becoming empty. Viktor didn’t turn around again
until Yuuri whispered quietly,
“I’m finished.”
Viktor smiled brightly at Yuuri, ready to ask if he felt better now. He snapped
his mouth shut, however, when he saw Yuuri’s red cheeks and teary eyes. “Hey,”
he murmured. “It’s alright, don’t be embarrassed.”
“That was embarrassing,” Yuuri argued.
Viktor shook his head, patting Yuuri’s back gently. “If I said I’ve never
relieved myself into bottles during car rides, I’d be lying,” he conceded.
Yuuri turned redder, but managed to nod. “You didn’t look, right?”
Viktor shook his head, assuring, “I didn’t look.”
***** Viktor Hiking Crack *****
Viktor stops walking, wiping a bead of sweat from his brow as the others fall
to a stop behind. Yuuri takes a drink of water, Yuri ties his hair in a
ponytail, and Otabek stretches out his right leg. Viktor sighs, assessing his
surroundings. Bluntly, he announces, “I really have to piss.”
“So piss,” Yuri mutters with a roll of his eyes.
Viktor shrugs, and the others wait for him to trot off the beaten path to find
a place to piss. Instead, he unzips his shorts right there. Yuuri gasps at his
audacity, and Yuri nearly falls onto the ground as Viktor takes himself out,
releasing a hard stream of piss onto the dirt path without a second thought.
“Viktor!” Yuuri scolds.
Yuri licks his lips, eyes trained on Viktor’s cock. Fuck, he’s huge.
“What?”
Otabek’s voice makes him realize that he said it out loud. Viktor snickers,
turning his body so that he is facing Yuri. “Here you go, get a better look,”
he teases mercilessly.
Otabek grunts as he finally looks at Viktor’s cock, nodding. “It’s pretty big.”
Yuuri groans, bringing his palm to his face. “Can we all stop ogling over my
fiances penis now?” He requests.
Viktor grins, his stream finally tapering off. He tucks himself back into his
shorts before sighing. “I feel much better.”
“Let’s just go,” Yuuri groans.
No one argues with that.
***** Yuuri is Afraid to Ask *****
Viktor was dumbfounded, absolutely dumbfounded. Yuuri was in tears on the ice,
face buried in his hands and a steaming puddle of piss around his legs. He
refused to look up as Viktor skated towards him, kneeling down to get on hs
level. Viktor was kind and gentle, trying to hide his obvious confusion. He
placed a hand on Yuuri’s shoulder and murmured,
“Why didn’t you ask, if you needed to go?”
Yuuri shook his head, his sobs growing louder. Viktor didn’t push him- maybe he
was feeling sick. Yuuri was obviously embarrassed, so Viktor led him to the
showers and the locker room to change. He didn’t make a big deal of it,
thinking it was a one-time occurance. He still stood by this a few days later,
as it did not happen again.
Yuuri ended up wet again, just the next day. This time, Viktor forced the
tearful man to lock eyes with him, knowing that he sounded worried as he asked,
“Yuuri, are you hurt? Is something going on?”
There was only more tears, and Yuuri managed to jerk away from Viktor’s touch
to rush off the ice and clean up. Viktor grew more worried, convinced that
something must be medically wrong with Yuuri. He never asked to use the
restroom, and then he would wet himself. He was an active man in his twenties;
this wasn’t normal behavior or bodily function.
Viktor began to notice when Yuuri needed to pee. His movements were subtle, but
obvious to the trained eye. When he saw Yuuri begin to jiggle his leg and press
his thighs together, he waved Yuuri over to the edge of the ice. “Yuuri,” he
murmured, “why don’t we take a ten minute break?” Yuuri scrambled off the ice
and to the bathrooms.
Viktor’s new tactic worked for a while, at least for the most part. Sometimes
he didn’t catch Yuuri’s potty dance soon enough. But still, Viktor didn’t press
Yuuri for answers. He tried to be supportive, and wait for Yuuri to open up on
his own. He tried to put himself in Yuuri’s shoes; Yuuri was nervous around
him. Was he too nervous to admit he needed the bathroom? That couldn’t be it.
Surely, wetting yourself in front of your idol was more embarrassing than
admitting you need the toilet.
“Yuuri, you know you can talk to me, right?” Viktor whispered one day, as he
was leading a piss-soaked Yuuri to the showers.
Yuuri nodded, shuffling on the spot. “I know.”
Viktor placed a hand on Yuuri’s shoulder, rooting him in place. “I promise that
I won’t laugh, I won’t be mad, and I won’t do any of the things you’re afraid
that I will, if you just tell me what’s been going on.”
“You think I’m disgusting,” Yuuri concluded softly.
Viktor shook his head, placing his free hand on Yuuri’s other shoulder and
massaging Yuuri gently. “I don’t. I’m just worried about you and about your
health, Yuuri.”
Yuuri broke at Viktor’s kind words. His head was at Viktor’s chest in a second,
tears wetting the fabric until it stuck to Viktor’s skin. “I-I had a coach a
long time ago and I-I… I really needed to use the bathroom but when I asked, he
yelled at me and embarrassed me in front of everyone. He wouldn’t let me go.
And I’m afraid th-that you would do th-that even though I know it’s stupid and
you’re n-nice and you w-wouldn’t but I just c-can’t ask and I’ve tried but I
just-”
“Yuuri, Yuuri,” Viktor whispered desperately, hugging him tightly. “It’s okay,
it’s alright. Breathe for me, remember to breathe.”
“S-sorry,” he whimpered.
“I would never, ever deny you the toilet, Yuuri. I promise.” Viktor went as far
as kissing the top of Yuuri’s head, rubbing his back gently. “You’ll hurt
yourself, waiting too long.”
“I’m sorry,” Yuuri repeated.
Viktor held him tighter, sighing deeply. “At least I know now. We can work on
it, okay? You don’t have to ask me if it makes you uncomfortable.” Viktor
carded his fingers through Yuuri’s hair, suggesting, “if you need a break for
any reason, just go. You don’t have to say anything to me, and I won’t ask
where you’re going. Will that help?”
Yuuri nodded, finally pulling his tear-stained face from Viktor’s chest. “I’m
s-sorry about all the trouble.”
“Stop apologizing,” Viktor murmured gently. “You have nothing to apologize for,
Yuuri. I just want you to feel safe and comfortable.”
“Thank you, Viktor.”
***** Yuri Ignores Viktor's Advice *****
He should have listened to Viktor’s advice. Yuri winced as he sat between Yakov
and Lilia at the kiss and cry, trying to keep his predicament hidden. He was
absolutely bursting to pee. He hadn’t gone before getting into his costume, and
now he was thoroughly regretting it. he shot a nervous glance past the cameras,
to where Viktor was standing, but the older Russian didn’t see.
Yuri was paying no attention to his scores. Every ounce of effort was directed
at holding is bladder, which was full and heavy in his lower abdomen. He
shifted uncomfortably, trying to grind himself down on the bench and give
himself the slightest bit of relief. The action earned him a glare from Lilia,
and a scolding from Yakov:
“Will you stop wriggling, Yuri?”
Maybe if he told Yakov what the problem was, they could hurry up. Or, better
yet, Yakov could just let Yuri go now. “I need to piss,” Yuri mumbled bluntly.
“Watch your tongue!” Lilia scolded as Yakov rolled his eyes.
“You’re a big boy, you can wait.”
Of course, Yakov knew how to shut Yuri up. Now it would seem childish if Yuri
couldn’t wait. Yuri gritted his teeth, jiggling his leg incessantly. Lilia
glared at him, daggers that pierced right through him. “Sit still!” She
ordered. “Do you want everyone on live television to know you need the
restroom?”
Yuri turned red as a beet, shaking his head. That was the last thing he wanted.
He stifled his jiggling leg, trying to press his legs together tightly and draw
in short, shallow breaths. Anything more than that made him feel like his lungs
might expand down into his belly, crushing his bladder. He shuddered at the
thought, chewing on his lower lip.
Yuri gasped as he momentarily lost control, a tiny dribble leaking into his
underwear. His eyes went wide with panic, and he'd never been so glad to look
up and see Viktor's eyes on him. They stared at each other for a moment before
Viktor mouthed,
“Are you okay?”
In a moment of weakness, Yuri shook his head frantically. He looked at Viktor
with hopeful eyes, begging him to understand his predicament. Yuri had no such
luck.
“What's wrong?” Viktor mouthed.
Yuri shook his head again, tears welling up in his eyes. Another trickle of
urine breached his defenses, and he found himself squirming again to try and
keep control. Yakov and Lilia were scolding him, but all Yuri heard was a
ringing in his ears. His bladder hurt, and he locked eyes with Viktor again,
his hips still trying to grind down onto the bench.
Finally, Viktor understood. A single silent word formed with his lips;
“Bathroom?” And Yuri was nodding frantically.
Viktor wasted no time walking right past the cameras and squaring himself in
front of Yuri. He bent down and scooped him up under the armpits in one fell
swoop, calling to Yakov, “I've got something I have to discuss with Yuri! We'll
be back in a second!”
It took all the willpower that Yuri possessed to hold his bladder. He snuck a
hand between his and Viktor's bodies as he was carried, kneading at his cock
desperately. “Viktor,” he choked as he was rushed into the locker room, “I'm
going to-”
“You aren't,” Viktor assured him. It was only then that Yuri realized Viktor
already had a hand working down his zipper. Just a few more seconds; you have
to hold it. His underwear grew wetter at the thought alone.
A hot gush soaked his crotch as Viktor placed him down in the bathroom stall,
yanking his costume down with him. “Viktor, I'm-”
“Shh,” Viktor hissed, pulling down Yuri's underwear and sitting him on the
toilet. Piss began thundering into the toilet immediately, and Viktor turned to
shut and lock the stall door; an afterthought. He stared as Yuri emptied, too
caught up in relief to even care that he was pissing while sitting down as
Viktor Nikiforov looked on, with wet underwear pooling at his ankles, no less.
When he was finally close to empty, weak spurts still shooting into the toilet,
Yuri exhaled shakily. “I know; you told me so,” he huffed.
Viktor shrugged, placing a hand on Yuri's head. “I did, but let's not worry
about that right now.” He ruffled Yuri's hair before helping him up, staring
down at his soaked boxer briefs. “Do you have spare underwear, or will you be
going commando for the afternoon?”
Yuri turned red, embarrassed tears pricking in his eyes. “Shut up.”
“I'm just messing with you; I always bring spare clothes.” Viktor squeezed
Yuri's shoulder gently before unlatching the stall door. “Wait for me, I'll be
right back.”
Yuri made a note to heed Viktor's advice from now on.
***** Parental Viktuuri *****
Yuri was actually beginning to panic. He had his legs crossed tightly and one
hand shoved in his sweatshirt pocket, grasping at his aching cock. He'd been
holding it for so long already, but now his muscles were starting to hurt. He
hadn't had an accident in years, but he felt dangerously close to one right
about now.
“Yuri?”
The Japanese man's voice brought him out of his tunnel vision, and his head
snapped up to meet Yuuri's. “What?” He grumbled, trying to sound more irritated
than desperate to relieve himself.
“We're going to stop at that coffee shop by the bus stop,” he whispered,
“there's a bathroom there.”
Despite the fact that Yuri wasn't sure he could even wait until their stop, he
shook his head defiantly. “I'm fine, we can just go home,” he argued, voice
lined with petulance. “I'm not a child.”
“You look really bad off-”
Yuuri was cut off by Viktor, who announced, “I want coffee. We're going to stop
at the coffee shop, so I can get a latte and you can go to the bathroom.”
Even the thought of finally going to the bathroom put a strain on Yuri's
bladder, and he felt it throb with excitement at the idea. Groaning softly, he
bent forward to knead his cock at a better angle. “Whatever,” he conceded.
Of course, Viktor didn't want coffee. He and Yuuri both knew how badly Yuri
needed to go, and that he wouldn't ever admit it at risk of looking vulnerable,
like a child. They both put his needs first, and they watched over him. That
was half the reason Yuri couldn't trust them- sure, they seemed like nice
parental figures right now. But what about if he made a mistake? Yuri knew from
experience, that they would turn into monsters, just like his own parents.
Yuri had accidents a lot as a child. Up until age twelve, in fact, much past
the age of acceptability. His parents were awful to him about it if he needed
the bathroom- “stop touching yourself, Yuri, I don't care how badly you need to
go!” When he was desperate enough that his bladder couldn't take it anymore and
he'd have an accident, there was hell to pay. He'd be spanked so hard his
bottom was sore for days.
But he wasn't a child anymore. He was sixteen years old, and he was expected to
hold his bladder, even more so than he was at twelve. Yuri grimaced as his
muscles faltered, piss getting dangerously close to leaking out. Yuri swallowed
hard, shifting his hips as he gripped himself tightly through his pocket. They
were almost at their stop; he just needed to hold it a little longer.
“Do you need help up?” Yuuri offered gently as the bus halted at their stop.
Yuri shook his head irritably, giving himself one last squeeze before
uncrossing his legs and easing himself off the bus seat. As gravity hit him, he
gasped, immediately crossing his legs again and struggling to put pressure on
his cock again through his pocket. Standing up, he could hardly reach his
crotch through the jacket. Yuuri placed a hand on his upper back, waiting
patiently until Yuri was ready to walk.
Every step made his bladder quake. When Yuuri helped him down the steps of the
bus, a trickle of urine dampened his underwear from the shockwave of his foot
hitting the concrete below. Biting down on his lip, Yuri yanked his hand from
his pocket and grabbed himself openly, face burning. The trickle stopped, but
not before tears of embarrassment began welling in his eyes.
Yuri tried to compose himself enough to move his hand from his crotch, but the
second he tried to, another spurt of urine dampened the fabric of his leggings.
Sucking in a breath, Yuri gripped himself even harder and tried to take a step
forward. His eyes were trained on the sign of the coffee shop, just half a
block away. He could make it; he had to make it.
“Almost there,” Yuuri encouraged him.
Yuri couldn't even grunt in response, his face hot from embarrassment as he
clutched himself like a child in the middle of the sidewalk. With each step he
took, his bladder jostled, and some pee leaked out. He winced each time it did,
but was helpless to stop the occurrence. His legs were wet down to the knees by
the time he had to stop, legs crossing as he struggled to stop one particularly
unforgiving gush.
Yuri gasped as he heard the splatter of liquid against concrete, silently
praying that it had begun to rain, or someone had spilled a soda. But that
wasn't the case. The sporadic stream that splashed noisily to the ground was
coming from his crotch, his pants too soaked to hold anymore liquid. Hot tears
leaked down Yuri's cheeks as gush after gush pooled at his feet, his body
giving up but his hand still trying desperately to stop the inconsistent flow.
“Yuri,” Viktor murmured, not unkindly, “you're going to hurt yourself.”
“Shut up!”
Yuri broke along with the last shreds of his control, the sporadic jets of
urine becoming a steady flow as he finally let his hand fall from his crotch.
It was useless; he couldn't walk into the coffee shop like this, and they were
still three blocks from Viktor and Yuuri's apartment. He was sixteen years old,
wetting himself in the middle of the street like a child. They were going to
hate him.
Yuri flinched at the hand Yuuri laid on his shoulder, shrugging away. He only
succeeded in losing his balance, sinking to his knees in his own mess. Was he
still peeing? There was no way. Yet, he felt another spurt run down his legs
and dribble below him. Yuri buried his face in his hands, lamenting at the
strong acidic smell coming from the right one.
“Yuri,” Viktor began, his voice soft.
“Don't hurt me,” Yuri bawled, losing all composure. He gasped for air, the urge
to cry overcoming his instinct to breathe. “I didn't mean it.”
“Yuri, why would we ever hurt you?”
The gentle hand on his shoulder made him flinch and whimper, curling into
himself. “I'm sorry, I'm sorry!”
Yuri was scooped into comforting arms, being held tightly from both sides. “It
was just an accident,” Yuuri whispered from his right.
“It wasn't your fault,” Viktor added from his left.
“Don't hurt me,” Yuri repeated weakly, though their touch was nothing but kind.
“Why would you think we would hurt you, Yuri? Especially for something like
this?” Yuuri murmured.
Yuri sniffled, finding his lungs again. “M-Mama would yell at me and Papa would
spank me if I-I had an accident and it h-happened a lot and I thought I was
over it b-but it happened again and I'm sorry for embarrassing y-you,” Yuri
hiccupped.
They simultaneously held him tighter, Viktor kissing his hair and Yuuri rubbing
his back. “Oh, Yuri, I'm so sorry,” Yuuri whispered.
“We would never hurt you, Yuri. Never.”
“I f-feel like such a child,” Yuri admitted, burying his face in the crook of
Yuuri's neck.
“Adults have accidents, too,” Yuuri assured him kindly. “It's your bodies
natural defense against physical harm to it. You needed to go, Yuri, it wasn't
your fault.”
Viktor pressed another kiss to Yuri's hair, murmuring, “I'm going to carry you
home, okay? So no one will be able to tell what happened if they pass by.”
Yuri sniffed with a nod, allowing himself to be lifted into Viktor's strong
arms. “I'll run you a bath when we get home,” Yuuri offered.
“And I'll go down to the corner store and get some of that candy Yakov hates
when you eat,” Viktor mused.
“Why are you being so nice to me?” Yuri grumbled, face flushing from all the
positive attention.
“Because we love you, Yuri.”
***** Yuri on Viktor's Lap Request *****
“Is he asleep?”
Viktor nodded, grinning at his fiance. The teenager was, in fact, sleeping. He
was curled up in Viktor's arms, being held like a child. He had been so
exhausted after practice that Viktor had insisted on carrying him home. Yuri
hadn't broke down and agreed until a few blocks from their apartment, grumbling
all the while. He had fallen asleep before they reached the building.
Viktor lowered himself onto the couch with Yuri still in his arms, kissing his
blonde hair as he would never be allowed to do while the boy was awake. He
rubbed Yuri's back, smiling when Yuri relaxed even further in his arms. The boy
keened softly, his head nuzzling into Viktor's shoulder. A whimper sounded
after, causing Viktor to shush him gently.
“S’okay, Yura. Shh, shh-”
Viktor cut himself off when a different hissing melded with the sound of his
shushing. What a strange noise; it sounded oddly familiar, almost like water
pouring from a fauc-
“Yura, Yura, wake up,” Viktor whispered as his crotch grew warm and wet. The
boy didn't stir at all, only nuzzling deeper. Viktor blushed as Yuri continued
to relieve himself on top of Viktor, blissfully sleeping as the heat spread
over Viktor's lap and onto the couch. “Yuuri,” Viktor hissed, signalling his
fiance.
Yuuri eyes widened as he approached the scene, finding Yuri, Viktor, and the
couch all soaked in the contents of Yuri's bladder. “He had an accident?” Yuuri
whispered, reaching down to touch Yuri's hair.
Viktor nodded, grimacing. He was far from comfortable being soaked in someone
else's pee, but he was more concerned with how Yuri was going to react upon
waking. “Let's just get him into the bathroom,” Viktor suggested.
As he stood, piss dripped from his and Yuri's pants, pattering onto the floor
in uneven droplets. Viktor cringed at the sound, stepping slowly and carefully
down the hallway. “I’ll clean up the couch,” Yuuri offered.
Once in the bathroom, he tried to rouse Yuri awake once more. He rubbed the
younger's back, kissing his head gingerly. “Yura, love, you need to wake up
now.”
Yuri squirmed in his arms irritably, mumbling, “wet.”
“Mhm,” Viktor agreed gently. “I’m going to get you cleaned up, though.” He
rubbed Yuri’s back gently, trying to place him on his feet. “I’m going to
undress you and wash you off, o-”
More awake now, Yuri’s eyes grew as wide as saucers. He stared down at his
crotch, eyes darting up to Viktor’s and then back again. He let out an audible
gasp, immediately trying to pull the hem of his sweatshirt down to cover the
majority of his accident. He pulled away from Viktor, facing the wall as his
entire body trembled. “Go away,” he choked out.
“Yura,” Viktor whispered, “it’s okay.”
“I hate you!” Yuri barked tearfully. “Y-You wanted to carry me, and it’s your
fault that I fell asleep!”
Viktor sighed, reaching out to put a hand on Yuri’s shoulder. He glanced at
Yuuri, who was now lingering in the doorway after the commotion, eyes begging
for help when Yuri flinched at the touch. “Yura,” Yuuri whispered, stepping
forward. He took over, replacing Viktor’s hand with two of his own and twisting
Yuri’s body around. He was crying, his nose dripping and eyes puffy. Viktor
frowned at the sight. “Yura,” Yuuri repeated, “it was just an accident, there’s
no need to get upset.”
“Yes there is, Vitya is all w-wet,” he choked, fresh tears wetting his cheeks.
Viktor shook his head, reaching out to pet Yuri’s hair. “It’s nothing a shower
won’t fix,” he offered quietly. “I’m not upset.”
Yuri hiccupped, trembling as he tried to silence his tears. “Th-this doesn’t
ever happen! I must have drank too much at practice, or something,” Yuri
defends himself.
Yuuri nodded, hands massaging Yuri’s shoulders. “You were asleep, Yura, you
couldn’t help it. And even if it did happen sometimes, there’s nothing wrong
with that, either. Everyone has accidents.”
“I’m sorry,” Yuri whispered to Viktor belatedly. “For yelling at you.”
“It’s okay,” Viktor assured him. “You were upset. Can I help you clean up now?”
“Yeah,” Yuri whispered hoarsely. “And thanks for not… being mad.”
Viktor only pressed a kiss to the teenager’s head.
***** Yuri Wets on Yakov's Lap *****
“Yuri! Come, on my lap while we wait for your scores!”
Viktor grinned as the blonde scowled, claiming that he was much too old to be
sitting on Yakov's lap. In Viktor's opinion, ten was a fine age to sit on your
coach's lap. In fact, this would be the first time since Yuri came to skate
under Yakov that he'd objected to it. He watched the boy lower himself on
Yakov's knee, sitting stiffly. Yakov held him in place with hands at his waist,
bouncing the boy slightly and patting his knee.
“You've done so well, Yurochka!” Yakov boomed, shaking the boy playfully.
Yuri's eyes grew wide, but he didn't share in Yakov's excitement. He grew red
in the face, in fact, and instead tried to scramble off Yakov. His coach,
however, held him in place. “N-no, I need to get up!” Yuri squeaked in a tone
Viktor had never heard him use. “Please, I need to-”
Yakov held him tightly, and Viktor watched in horror as Yuri's face scrunched
up. His complexion darkened as tears began to leak from his eyes. It was a few
moments before Viktor realized what was going on- he didn't see it until the
dark stain had spread well past Yuri's crotch, past his thighs and presumably
onto Yakov's leg below. Yuri began to sob as urine splattered onto the floor,
creating a puddle surrounding Yakov's shoe.
Yakov was staring in shock, immediately moving his arms up to wrap around the
boy. Lilia, from the sidelines, shooed the cameras away at record speed. Yuri
was crying into his hands and shivering, refusing to speak to Yakov as he
attempted to comfort the blonde.
In present day, Viktor smirks at Yuri as he bounces in place, potty dancing as
he waits for Viktor to open the hotel room door. “Hey, Yuri,” he begins
conversationally. “Remember that time you peed your pants on Yakov's lap?”
Yuri's eyes grow wide, and Viktor's shin pounds where Yuri kicks him
ferociously. “Fuck you, old man! Open the damn door before I piss on you.”
Viktor smirks, swiping the keycard. He watches as Yuri marches in place,
pushing past Viktor the second the door is unlocked. Viktor waits on the couch
until Yuri emerges from the bathroom, still looking angry but much more
relieved.
“Everything come out okay?”
“Fuck you, old man.”
***** Viktuuri Loud Place Request *****
“Viktor, can we please find the bathroom?”
“What?”
Yuuri groaned, leaning in even closer. It was impossible to hear each other
over the loud music in the club, but they were here to support Otabek’s DJing,
so put up with the noise, they would. “Can we find the bathroom?” Yuuri
repeated, louder and closer to Viktor’s ear.
Viktor’s eyebrows raised, a smirk forming on his lips. “Can you hold it?”
Yuuri bit his lip. They were in public, and Yuuri had a headache from the loud
music. He was in no mood to indulge Viktor in his holding games. Not to
mention, he needed the toilet badly already, and he didn’t want to risk having
an accident in public. Yuuri whimpered, knowing that Viktor couldn’t hear the
sound, and answered,
“Not tonight, Vitya. I have to go.”
Viktor nodded, slipping his hand into Yuuri’s. Yuuri allowed himself to be lead
through the crowd. Yuuri readied himself for relief, but his heart dropped as
Viktor led him right past the toilets and to the bar instead. Yuuri's lungs
collapsed; there was no way that Viktor would ignore his wishes like this.
Yuuri swallowed hard as they got to the bar. The noise; Viktor must have
misheard. Yuuri couldn't back out now, not after Viktor had thought he said
yes. Yuuri's heart pounded as he accepted the drink Viktor handed him.
Fifteen minutes later, Yuuri was nearing a full on panic. Viktor must have
underestimated how badly Yuuri needed to go- and Yuuri wasn’t surprised. Viktor
knew that Yuuri wouldn’t consent if he was too desperate, and Viktor thought
that he consented. Yuuri pressed his thighs together tightly as they stood in
the crowd, his finished drink resting on a nearby cocktail table. His heart was
racing, his legs trembling. He needed to get to the bathroom now.
He opened his mouth to tell Viktor to take him, but it was too late. His body
was riddled with panic, and and a jet of urine shot into his underwear. He
gasped, shoving his hand deep in his pocket and trying to stem the flow. This
was bad- so bad. Viktor must have realized what was happening, because Yuuri
was being dragged across the building before he knew it. He kept his head down
and his hand clamped on his clothed dick, tears beginning to flow as his pants
grew wetter and wetter.
By the time Viktor got him into a bathroom stall, Yuuri was a whimpering mess.
His pants were fully soaked, and his bladder still somewhat full. Viktor cupped
his cheeks, not realizing that he still needed to go, thumbing away his tears.
“Yuuri, it’s okay. Everything is okay.”
Yuuri felt another jet of urine wet his thigh, and he squirming from Viktor’s
touch. “I’m not… I didn’t finish,” he cried as he took himself out and aimed
into the toilet.
Viktor rubbed his back until he was finished, gathering Yuuri into his arms
after he concealed his penis back in his damp, cold pants. “Yuuri, love. What
happened? Talk to me.”
Yuuri shook his head, burying his face in Viktor’s shoulder. “W-when you asked,
I didn’t say yes. I-I didn’t want to hold it but you didn’t hear me and you
thought I said yes so I was too nervous to tell you after you got your hopes up
and then… I really… I couldn’t hold it because I got so scared and… I’m sorry,
Viktor.”
Viktor held him closely, pressing kiss after kiss to Yuuri’s hair. “No my love,
I’m sorry. I should have clarified- I thought… Oh, my Yuuri. My poor Yuuri. I’m
so sorry.”
Yuuri sniffled, clinging to Viktor like a vice. “It wasn’t your fault, Vitya.
You didn’t hear, because it was so loud.”
“I’m going to take you right home and clean you up, okay? I’ll draw you a bath
and make you some cocoa. How does that sound?”
Yuuri managed a small smile. “That sounds really good.”
***** Young Yuri in Line *****
Yuri scrambled off the ice, searching for any familiar face. It was crowded,
and Yakov wasn’t where he normally waited for the boy after a performance. The
ten-year-old felt anxiety swimming in his chest as he scanned through the
crowd, bouncing in place desperately. He needed to find Yakov, and the
bathroom, fast.
“Yuri!” Viktor pushed through the crowd of people and wrapped an arm around
Yuri, squeezing him gently. “You skated so well!”
Yuri nodded at the praise, too preoccupied to thank Viktor. “I need to go to
the bathroom,” he informed him, unable to stand still.
Viktor glanced down, seeing Yuri’s not-so-subtle potty dance. “Come on,” he
murmured, leading Yuri through the crowd. “It’s just down the hall.”
The bathroom was just down the hall, but relief was not. Yuri cringed when he
saw the long line outside the men’s room, at least fifteen people deep.
Viktor’s arm tightened around him as they moved to the back of it, Viktor
asking the man in front of them, “what’s going on?”
The man sighed, nodding his head towards the door. “A pipe burst and half the
stalls are out of order. I’ve been here for ages.”
Viktor frowned, looking down at Yuri. The boy was trying to conceal his need,
trying not to look like a baby in front of all these adults. But, his bladder
was still that of a child’s, and it was very, very full. He couldn’t help but
squirm, refusing to make eye contact with Viktor as he knelt down to be at eye
level with the boy.
“Hey,” he whispered, for only Yuri to hear, “will you be able to hold it for a
little longer?”
Yuri grew even redder, huffing, “I’m not a baby!”
Viktor squeezed both his shoulders, voice gentle. “That isn’t what I asked.”
Yuri refused to answer, pulling away from Viktor and beginning to march in
place. It wasn’t long before the man in front of them realized that Viktor had
a child with him, and he smiled softly when he saw Yuri’s predicament. “Here,
go ahead of me. Poor little guy.”
Viktor thanked him as they moved ahead, but Yuri was seething at his
condescending tone. He wished he could stop potty dancing, but he was sure to
wet himself if he did. His poor, little bladder was stretched to the brim, and
Yuri was worried about making it to the front of the line. He reached down an
squeezed himself, hard. He could feel himself about to break- his stomach felt
like a hot candle was melting inside of him, filling him up and making him warm
in all the wrong ways.
“Viktor,” he muttered, tugging the older man’s sleeve, “I have to go really
bad.”
Viktor looked him over, noting the hand that Yuri still had shoved between his
legs. He glanced to the front of the line, noting the number of people still in
front of them. “Just hang on, Yuri.” And then to the man behind them who let
them cut in front, Viktor asked, “do you know if there are any other restrooms
here?”
The man only laughed and shook his head. “If there was, I’d have been there
twenty minutes ago.” Quieter, he suggested, “maybe you could take him outside
to the parking lot?”
Yuri fumed at the idea, stomping his foot and shaking his head. “Okay, alright.
Calm down,” Viktor murmured, rubbing his shoulder. He thanked the man before
turning his attention back to Yuri. “It’s going to be a little longer, Yuri.
Just try and hold it, okay? You’re a big boy, you can do it.”
The words brought tears to Yuri’s eyes- he didn’t think he could hold it. He
wasn’t a baby, but he needed to go so badly. His hand was gripping his clothed
crotch tightly, his legs in a constant march. He whimpered quietly every few
minutes, realizing that they had hardly moved a foot closer to the door.
Yuri gasped as a warmth began spreading behind his hand, the grip on his crotch
doing nothing to stop his bladder from beginning to void itself. He felt tears
in his eyes as the wetness spread, streaming down his legs as he desperately
tried to hold the rest in. “Vi-Viktor!” He gasped, beginning to sob.
There was nothing Viktor could do except try to shield him as he had an
accident, a puddle forming on the floor below him. He instinctively turned his
face into Viktor’s shoulder when a hug was offered to him, trying to hide from
the embarrassment of wetting himself like a baby in front of all these people.
“It’s okay, Yuri. Don’t cry.”
Yuri heard the voice of the man behind them, next. “It’s alright, little man,”
he told Yuri.
Yuri was numb as Viktor lifted him, still sobbing into the older man’s
shoulder. Viktor’s encouragements and words of comfort were only static in
Yuri’s ears as he was carried through the event center, eventually placed on a
bench in the locker room. Viktor knelt in front of him, wiping tears from
Yuri’s cheeks.
“It was just an accident,” Viktor consoled him. “It’s okay.”
“I’m not a baby,” Yuri asserted, though another fat tear rolled down his cheek.
“Of course you aren’t, Yuri. Why would you think that?”
Yuri sniffled, shrugging. “You said I was a big boy so I could hold it!”
Viktor sighed, rubbing both of Yuri’s shoulders. “Yuri, I didn’t mean… I’m
sorry, I was just trying to encourage you. I didn’t mean that you weren’t a big
boy if you couldn’t hold it.”
Yuri sniffled, shrugging his shoulders again. “I tried to hold it.”
“I know you did, and you did such a good job. It wasn’t your fault that
happened, okay?” Viktor stood, rubbing Yuri’s back. “Let's get you cleaned up
the best we can here and into some new clothes. You can have a bath when we go
back to the hotel, okay?”
Yuri nodded, wiping the last of his tears. After all, he was a big boy, and big
boys didn’t cry over things that weren’t their fault.
***** Yuri Festival Request *****
They had been handing him drink after drink, but Yuri didn’t see a bathroom in
sight. They had been at the cherry blossom festival for hours now, Yuuri
showing them everything there was to do and having them try street food native
to his country. He and Viktor had both made sure that Yuri was never without a
drink in his hand- you have to stay hydrated, walking around in the warm
weather.
With each step he took, Yuri’s bladder felt heavier and heavier. The yukata
Yuuri had insisted that he wear at least left him free to squirm and cross his
legs without it being as obvious as it would in pants, but the actions were
hardly helping him to hold his bladder any longer. Finally, Yuri tugged on
Yuuri’s sleeve.
“Hmm?” Yuuri looked him up and down, smiling softly. “What’s up?”
Yuri scowled, jiggling his leg. “Where are the toilets?”
Yuuri smiled serenely, though Yuri could see the sinister undertones clear as
day. “Oh, didn’t Viktor tell you? There are none.”
Yuri could have killed him right then and there. “You assholes,” he hissed,
bending at the waist. “You were making me drink all that on purpose!”
Yuuri leaned in close, voice nothing but serious. “You know you can use the
safeword, and we will leave so you can go.”
Yuri nodded, shuffling on the spot. “I know,” he assured Yuuri. Then, to them
both; “Let’s keep looking around.”
Yuuri smiled, taking one of Yuri’s hands into his. Viktor took the other, and
they continued to walk around the festival. Yuri didn’t miss the glances Viktor
and Yuuri continuously shot in his direction, and to each other. They were
enjoying this, knowing that Yuri was trapped between them with no way to
relieve himself in sight. By the time another twenty minutes had passed, Yuri
felt a leak into his underwear as they stood in front of the fireworks stand.
He gasped, crossing his legs and squeezing Yuuri and Viktor's hands.
“Fuck,” he hissed, marching from foot to foot. “Can we go somewhere more…
private?”
“Of course,” Viktor agreed without question.
Yuri was led away from the crowd, out to a clearing with a few trees. “Do you
want to sit down?” Yuuri offered, but Yuri shook his head.
“I have to pee so bad,” he groaned, leaning his back up against a tree and
slipping a hand to the front of his yukata. Viktor and Yuuri stood a foot in
front of him, eyes raking over him like he was a piece of meat. “I have to go,”
he repeated, a desperate whine in his tone.
“Are you going to have an accident, sweetheart?” Yuuri asked condescendingly.
Yuri’s cheeks flushed, though he knew this was their end goal from the
beginning. Yuri nodded, kneading his clothed cock. “If you don’t let me go,
yeah,” he muttered.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” Viktor murmured, moving forward and pressing a careful
kiss to the skin peeking out near Yuri’s shoulder. “It’s okay if you can’t hold
your pee-pee, little Yura.”
Yuri fumed, growing scarlet to his ears. “Will you stop using words like that!”
He hissed, chewing on his lip. Viktor only smirked, knowing that he truly
didn’t mind.
“You like it,” Yuuri whispered, leaning in close enough to grab Yuri’s wrist.
“Stop touching yourself, Yura. We’re out here in public; anyone could walk by.”
Yuri grunted as Yuuri pulled his hand from where it gripped his cock, making
him rut his hips in every which direction to try and hold his bladder. “I’m
going to piss myself,” he grunted as a bead of piss pressed its way out.
“Naughty, naughty boy,” Viktor chastised.
It didn’t take more than a few seconds for another leak, this one soaking his
brief and splashing noisily into the grass below. Yuri flushed at the sound,
turing his face around in time to hear the sound again as more pee escaped.
“Are you wetting yourself in that pretty yukata, Yura?” Yuuri teased, hands
roaming to Yuri’s waist to still his frantically rotating hips.
The inability to wiggle did Yuri in completely, and piss started to gush
between his legs. He gasped, leaning his head forward to rest on Yuuri’s
shoulder, biting the fabric of his yukata to try and stifle his moans of
relief. His piss gushed down his legs in strong rivulets, splashing onto the
grass at a deafening level. Yuri whimpered as his bladder voided, the heaviness
in his abdomen slowly but surely dissipating.
Yuuri thumbed his hips lovingly as he wet himself, and Viktor carded his
fingers through Yuri’s hair. Soon enough, Yuri was fully empty, the last spurts
jetting out and trickling to the ground. Yuri panted, nuzzling his face into
Yuuri’s shoulder even further. “I’m finished,” he muttered.
Viktor leaned in close, whispering in Yuri’s ear, “You’re finished, hmm?
Finished weeing in your clothes?”
Yuri felt even warmer at the words, but nodded against Yuuri. “Yes, Viktor.”
Yuri knew exactly what was implied when Viktor murmured in his ear, “let’s go
home, now.”
***** Desperate Vitya for Kata-chan Because She Rocks :] *****
Yuuri was gone, and the apartment was finally, blissfully empty. Viktor and
Yuuri usually went for a morning jog together, but today, Viktor had feigned an
upset stomach in order to stay home. After a few minutes of convincing, he’d
managed to get Yuuri to go on the job without him, promising that he would call
if he needed his fiance to come home. But he knew that he wouldn’t need him
home for quite some time.
Viktor’s stomach wasn’t sick, though he did wake up with it feeling
uncomfortably full. He hadn’t went to the bathroom before bed the night before,
and he’d drank a water bottle throughout the night, waking up parched quite a
few times. This resulted in his waking up with the urge to dash to the toilet
immediately, but he forced himself to wait. It had taken a while to convince
Yuuri to leave, and by then, Viktor was grabbing at himself beneath the blanket
on the bed.
Viktor didn’t get up after Yuuri left. He stayed in bed, relishing in the
feeling of fullness. The waves that came closer and closer together, the way
his bladder pounded and protested inside of him. He moaned quietly, rubbing his
hand over the warm, taut skin of his abdomen. Oh, he was so full. So very full.
It felt good, and Viktor let himself grind up into his own hand the next time
he needed to grab himself to keep from leaking.
He had always liked to hold in his pee, ever since he could remember. He didn’t
have the largest bladder, and especially as a child, he would have to hold it
beyond the point of desperation until he could find a restroom. This carried on
into adulthood, but he grew to love the feeling of that fullness, the thrill of
desperation. It was exhilarating, knowing that he could start to have an
accident at any moment.
Viktor held himself tightly, the pressure in his bladder making him feel like
he was holding a water balloon beneath his skin. He rocked into his own touch,
whimpering as the smallest dribble leaked past his defenses. He rocked against
himself harder, relishing in the way his underwear started to slide against his
skin, a mixture of urine and pre-come making the action a slippery mess.
Viktor moaned again as another leak escaped, just enough to warm his hand
through his underwear. He wasn’t going to be able to hold back much longer; he
was filled to the brim and his muscles were starting to falter. Viktor was just
about to move into the bathroom to stand in the tub when he heard movement in
the hallway, something sounding of footsteps.
“Makka?” He called out, his body going stiff.
Viktor had no such luck; it wasn’t his beloved dog in the hall. The bedroom
door swung open just moments later, and Yuuri burst through the door. “Vitya!”
He yelped, playfully jumping onto the bed.
Oh no.
Viktor instinctively took his hand away from his crotch in order to use both to
catch Yuuri, though he didn’t do much of a job at that. Yuuri tackled him, the
weight of him falling on top of Viktor, and the floodgates released. “Agh!”
Viktor tried to scramble out from underneath Yuuri, but the other man didn’t
budge.
“Vitya? Are you going to be ill? I thought you were just having pain, not any
naus-”
Viktor could place the exact moment that Yuuri felt the heat spreading over the
blanket and onto his own body. His face opened up with confusion, then shock,
as he moved down to Viktor’s thighs to look between them. Viktor could have
died as he caught a glimpse of his accident happening, his bladder still
feeling disgustingly full though he’d already soaked himself, Yuuri, and the
sheets.
“Vitya, oh, sweetheart.”
Yuuri’s arms were around him once more a moment later, holding him close though
his was still pissing. Viktor lent into the embrace despite his embarrassment,
his bladder finally starting to feel some relief as the hissing grew even
stronger. He peed forever; time had slowed. By the time he was empty, he sagged
back against the pillows with relief.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, ready to explain.
Yuuri only shook his head, pulling back once more. “I’m the one who should be
sorry, Vitya. I shouldn’t have surprised you when you weren’t feeling well.”
Yuuri pouted, brushing back a lock of Viktor’s hair. “You really needed to go,”
he added, glancing down at the giant mess he had made.
Blushing, Viktor nodded, an excuse rolling off his tongue easily. “I didn’t go
before bed last night and I was trying to wait a bit longer because the bed was
so comfy and I wasn’t feeling well.”
Yuuri accepted the answer without question, casting Viktor a sympathetic smile.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, love.”
Viktor let out the breathe he didn’t know he’d been holding in. His secret was
still safe, for now.
***** Prequel of Yuuri is Afraid to Ask *****
Yuuri trembled, stealing desperate glances at Phichit from across the rink.
Dread washed over him, knowing that he had to ask. He needed to go so badly,
but fear still overwhelmed him, knowing how Celestino tended to badger anyone
who asked for a bathroom break in the middle of practice. Phichit frowned
sympathetically, tilting his head towards their coach to encourage Yuuri on.
Shakily, Yuuri skated to where Celestino stood, thighs pressed together
tightly. “Excuse me?” He whispered, trying to keep his voice as mouse-like as
possible. “Can I go to the restroom, please?”
Celestino let out a booming laugh, a firm hand landing on Yuuri's shoulder.
Loud enough to draw the attention of everyone in the rink, he scolded, “Yuuri,
you're an adult! Can't you wait until our scheduled break for a piss?”
Yuuri's cheeks burned as if he'd been thrown into an oven. “I-I…” he wanted to
tell Celestino that it was an emergency, that he hadn't had a chance to use the
bathroom this morning. But he locked up and nodded robotically, skating away as
quickly as possible.
“Step sequence, Yuuri! Let's see it! Maybe if you do it well enough, you can go
to the potty since you don't want to hold it like a big boy!”
Yuuri's face flamed, and he fought back tears. He needed to go so badly, but
now the eyes of everyone in the rink were on him. He dared not show how bad his
need was. Not with everyone staring at him. Yuuri began his step sequence,
trying to do it as if he wasn't completely desperate.
He got about three seconds into it before a spurt of urine shot into his
underwear, while his legs were pulled apart. Gasping, Yuuri lost all composure
and fell out of the sequence, shoving his hand deep between his legs. The
giggles of his rinkmates were pounding in his ears, and Yuuri felt hot tears
trailing his cheeks as a gush of pee soaked his front, tiny streams trickling
through his fingers. He gasped again, whimpering.
“Yuuri, let’s go.”
Yuuri kept his eyes trained on the ice below as Phichit tried to lead him from
the ice, but the movement only served to make Yuuri lose more control. “Ph-
Phichit-” he gasped as his legs became soaked. His accident was loud and
embarrassing, splattering into the ice deafeningly in the near-silent rink.
“Don't cry, Yuuri,” Phichit whispered gently, rubbing his back through it.
Yuuri didn't register when the peeing stopped. He was hardly aware that he was
collapsing until Phichit grabbed him, holding him up. “I can't-”
“Shh,” Phichit murmured. “You're okay, I'll help you.”
And he did. He helped a soaked, sobbing Yuuri off the ice and into the locker
room, sitting him down on a bench. Yuuri pulled his glasses from his face,
burying his face in his hands. “I wet myself,” he lamented.
“So what?” Phichit murmured, rubbing Yuuri's back. “It was just an accident,
Yuuri.”
“I'm an adult.”
“And adults have accidents, too.” Phichit though for a moment before asking,
“remember that long car ride, to the competition a few states away? How I had
to pee in that bottle because Ciao-Ciao wouldn't stop?”
Yuuri groaned, raising his head. “That's different! You didn't wet your pants
like a child.”
Phichit shook his head. “I would have, if you didn't have that bottle.”
Yuuri shrugged, chewing on his lip. “I'm never not using the bathroom before
practice again and I'm never asking him for a break again. That was so
humiliating!”
Phichit sighed, wrapping his arms around Yuuri. “You're okay, Yuuri. Just
relax.”
But he never asked again.
***** Yuri Scolded by Lilia *****
Yuri crumbled, the hands gripping his clothed cock doing nothing to stop the
gush of piss soaking his leggings. This was not happening. He was fifteen years
old. A sob ripped through his throat as he lost the fight completely, his hands
loosening their grip on his crotch as his legs became warm, rivulets soaking
his leggings and splashing onto the ballet studio floor.
“Yuri, are you having an accident like a child?”
Tears coursed down Yuri’s cheeks as he finished emptying himself onto the
floor, his knees growing weak with the effort to stay standing. “I told you I
needed the toilet,” he whimpered.
“And you couldn’t hold it for another ten minutes? You are fifteen, not five!”
“What is going on in here?”
Yakov’s stern voice boomed throughout the room, both Lilia and Yuri freezing on
the spot. Yakov looked them both over, his eyes settling on a trembling Yuri
and then setting hard on Lilia. “He’s wet himself like a child, Yakov,” Lilia
snapped, prompting another sob to sound in Yuri’s throat.
Yakov’s face grew red with anger, and Yuri prepared himself for a second
scolding. Instead, Yakov exploded on Lilia. “What is wrong with you? Why did
you keep him from the bathroom?”
Lilia gaped at the Yakov, her own face growing crimson. “He is fifteen years
old! There is no reason why he couldn’t wait another ten minutes until we were
finished!”
Yakov growled, motioning Yuri over when he noticed the boy shrinking into
himself. Yuri scrambled behind his coach, hiding behind his wide frame. “If he
was asking ten minutes before you were finished, it was clearly an emergency,”
he quipped. “I will not have you humiliating my students like this and then
berating them about it, to boot!”
Yakov protectively wrapped and arm around Yuri, hiding his face in his chest.
“An emergency,” Lilia mocked, “he’s nearly an adult! You can’t coddle him
forever, Yakov!”
As soon as Yuri heard Lilia’s heels clicking out of the room, Yakov gently
lifted his face up. “Next time, if she tells you no, you go anyway. I won’t be
mad,” Yakov murmured.
Yuri nodded, sniffling as Yakov thumbed away his tears. “I tried to wait,” Yuri
whispered.
Yakov smiled sadly, patting Yuri’s back. “It’s alright, Yura,” he murmured. “Go
and get cleaned up, yes? You should take it easy for the rest of the
afternoon.”
Yuri had never been so grateful for his coach.
***** OT4 Beka Dom Request *****
“He hasn’t answered me, either,” Yuri complained, kneading his cock through his
jeans. “Fuck; I need to go so bad.”
Yuuri rubbed his back mindlessly, trying to soothe him. Viktor was too caught
up in holding his own bladder to be of much help, but he managed to choke out,
“you’ll be okay, sweetie.”
He wasn’t going to be okay. He was absolutely bursting, and so was Viktor.
Yuuri was clearly reaching the point of desperation, but was far better off
than he and Viktor. They had all texted Otabek at least three times, asking-
no, begging- for permission to use the toilet. None of them had gotten a
response, though each time the TV showed a frame of Otabek, he held up his
phone with a grin, as if to let the other three know that he had seen their
desperate messages.
“You can always go, and text him the safe word,” Yuuri offered gently, his hand
still making small circles on Yuri’s back.
“I’m fine,” Yuri gritted out, rocking into his hands. His boxers were already
damp, he knew. He was only prolonging the inevitable. He wouldn’t be able to
wait until Otabek gave them permission, unless he miraculously decided that
right now was a good time to give it.
Viktor moaned quietly, finally giving in and gripping his own crotch. “Yuuri,
take a picture and send it,” he requested. “Maybe if he sees how bad off we
are-”
“Yes, Yuuri. Please, please!” Yuri moaned, folding into himself even further.
Yuuri obeyed, standing and pulling out his phone. “I’ll send him a video on
Snapchat,” he offers.
Yuri nodded frantically, looking down at the ground as Yuuri took the video.
Despite how long the four of them had been doing this, the thought of being
recorded in this state still made his stomach lurch. The ten second video was
over before he knew it. “Yuuri,” Yuri moaned pathetically as they were joined
by the Japanese man once more. “I can't wait much longer.”
“Just try, sweetheart,” Yuuri murmured, hips wiggling as he rubbed Yuri's back.
It was then that a gasp sounded from Viktor, and the Yu(u)ri’s stared at him
expectantly. Viktor stood in a swift motion, legs crossed tight and hand jammed
in between them. He moaned quietly with the effort of stemming the flow that
created a tiny trail down his thigh. The darkened area didn’t spread very far,
but Viktor was shaking with the effort of stopping it.
Yuri moaned quietly at the sight, averting his eyes. “Viktor, I thought you-”
“It just hit me all the sudden,” he whispered hoarsely.
“Calm down,” Yuuri ordered them both. “You’re okay, you’re both okay.”
“I’m not,” Viktor strained himself to reply. Yuri looked up just in time to see
another spurt darken the fabric behind Viktor’s hand, and he felt a spurt of
his own warm his underwear.
“He saw the video,” Yuuri whispered. “The Snap was opened.”
Yuri moaned as his phone vibrated on the coffee table. “Yuuri, can you-”
But Yuuri was already unlocking the device, opening the text. “He says we can
go when he gets on the ice. You have to wait for him to be announced, loves.”
Viktor whimpered, dancing from foot to foot and shaking his head. “There’s
still two routines before his. I can’t wait that long…”
“Me neither,” Yuri agreed, finally standing as he felt another leak. It
wouldn’t do him any good to get the couch wet, he figured.
“Try, okay?” Yuuri half-heartedly encouraged them. Yuri watched as he, himself,
wiggled, his hand fisting the fabric of his jeans at the thigh.
Yuri stood close to Viktor, swaying his hips as he clutched his clothed cock.
“Vitya,” he whined, “it isn’t fair. Yuuri can wait so long, and we can’t.”
Viktor grunted in response, eyes widening as the tendril on his leg slid down a
bit further. “Can’t hold it,” he hissed. “I can’t.”
Yuri watched the tears brim in Viktor’s eyes from the effort of holding back,
the trail down his leg thickening until it was a huge stain. Yuri groaned as
Viktor’s piss began to drip onto the floor, a steady stream that grew into a
puddle at his feet. He felt another hot gush into his pants, and he doubled
over to try and stop it. Viktor’s knees shook as the puddle stopped growing,
his hand still planted in his crotch.
He finally sighed, moving his hand to pick at his sopping pants. “Go ahead,
send him the picture.”
Yuuri pulled out his phone and snapped a photo, as a part of the rules. He sent
the picture to Otabek, and the three of them waited on eggshells for a
response. He took his sweet time replying; Yuri’s crotch had a sizable wet
patch by the time he did and Viktor was shivering in his cooling pants.
“He says that you made a mess and now you’ll sit in it until he says
otherwise,” Yuuri paraphrased.
Viktor moaned, and Yuuri moved to get a wooden chair from the dining room.
“Thanks,” Viktor mumbled as he sat down, pants squelching.
Yuri’s lip was trembling by then, his eyes continuously darting at the
television. Otabek was up next- he only needed to hold it for a bit longer. He
squeezed his cock harder, determined to hold on despite the softball-sized wet
patch on his jeans. Yuuri looked on with a sympathetic smile, legs crossed
tightly but otherwise composed.
Yuri gasped as another hot jet warmed him, not daring to look down at the
damage. Yuuri encouraged him quietly, “you can do it, Yuri.”
Yuri nodded resolutely, though his bladder seemed to have other ideas. He
moaned as the fabric behind his hand grew wetter, just as Otabek was announced
onto the ice. “Oh, fuck,” Yuri grunted, clutching himself as he desperately
tried to rush from the room.
The rush was his undoing, piss spraying out as he stumbled into the bathroom
and lifted the toilet seat with his free hand. His pants were soaked halfway to
the knees by the time he managed to whip out his spurting member, directing a
sporadic stream into the toilet. The relief was immense, and Yuri couldn’t hold
back his groan. “Fuck,” he whispered.
Yuuri was standing in the doorway by the time he was peeling his damp pants
from his body, shifting in place. “Are you done?” He asked quietly. “Beka said
we could all go when he performed, and…”
Yuri nodded, stepping away from the toilet and continuing to shimmy from his
pants. He watched as Yuuri unsheathed himself, releasing a strong torrent of
pee. “You had to go pretty bad,” Yuri muttered. “Big bladder.”
Yuuri chuckled, nodding. He was still going strong as he murmured, “I’ve always
been a little shy about peeing,” he reminded Yuri. “I used to hold it until the
last second all the time.”
“Used to?” Yuri teased.
Yuuri grinned, a sinister smile. “Well, now I do it for a different reason.”
***** Yuri Ferris Wheel Request *****
Chapter Notes
     Thank you so freaking much to _Angel_ (Meganekko_Misery) for editing
     this ficlet and helping me with ideas for it <3333
Yuri was starting to regret the two cups of lemonade he’d downed one after the
other. He stole one final glance towards the port-a-john’s nearby, wetting his
bottom lip with his tongue. Otabek stood inches from him, close enough that his
knuckles would brush Yuri’s each time he shifted or moved forward in line.
There was only one group of people ahead of them now, so there was no way Yuri
could excuse himself for the restroom without them giving up their place.
Come on, you can hold it, you're practically an adult! Do you want Beka to
think you’re a baby?. The ride is only a few minutes anyway, and then you can
go right after!
Yuri was resolute as they finally boarded their car. At least sitting down
meant he could cross his legs inconspicuously. It relieved the pressure a tiny
bit, and he squeezed himself with his thighs as their car rose into the air,
moving up higher and higher at a slow crawl.
“Wow, look at the view.”
Yuri hadn't realized that they'd reached the top until Otabek spoke. His eyes
scanned around them, taking in the landscapes from their place above the
ground. It was nice, the scenery. Yuri might have enjoyed it, if not for his
rather pressing concern.
Yuri fought the urge to hold himself between the legs like a child as they
remained stationed at the top of the ride, instead trying to squeeze his
crossed legs impossibly tighter. He nearly groaned as he shifted, every ounce
of liquid inside him seeming to shift as well. He bit down on his lip as they
stared out of the ride, suddenly realizing that they had been stopped for some
time. Much more time than the other cars had been stopped at the top, in fact.
“Why have we been up here for so long?” Yuri questioned, trying to make himself
sound casual.
Otabek nodded, looking down to where the line for the ride and the operating
station was. Yuri glanced down as well, paling when he saw multiple employees
in the booth, and a manager looking at the controls. Otabek cleared his throat
as they stared, shrugging nonchalantly. “I wonder if something’s wrong, they
look a bit frantic.”
Yuri suppressed a groan, his bladder pulsating in protest at the mere thought
of waiting longer for relief. “There better not be,” Yuri muttered in response.
Yuri could feel Otabek’s eyes scanning over him as he turned back, and he tried
to loosen his rigid, hunched frame. He either didn’t succeed, or it wasn’t
enough, because Otabek reached over and touched his shoulder. “Don’t be
nervous,” Otabek encouraged calmly. “I’m sure it’s no big deal, we might just
be st-”
“Attention, patrons riding the Ferris Wheel. We seem to be having some
technical difficulty, but a mechanic will be arriving shortly, and we should
have you moving within twenty minutes.”
This could not be happening. There was no way, when he was in such a desperate
state.
“See?” Otabek continued thoughtfully. “Just twenty minutes and we should be-”
“I need to go to the bathroom,” Yuri blurted out, all tact gone. Panic rose in
his throat along with his words, his chest growing tight as his bladder
screamed for relief. “Really, really bad.”
“Oh,” Otabek responded, his tone flat. “Do you think you can wait?”
Yuri fumed, face growing red up to his forehead. “If I could wait, I wouldn’t
have-” he cut himself off, embarrassed. “I didn’t want to go before because
we’d have lost our place in line, and…” Yuri picked at the fabric of his jeans,
fanning his legs to try and capture his member at a better angle. “I thought
the ride would be a few minutes, and then…”
“...you could just go after,” Otabek finished.
“Yeah,” Yuri muttered with a nod. Now that Otabek knew his dilemma, he was free
to press himself against the seat. His legs were crossed tight again, and he
let out a shuddering breath.
“You didn’t save one of those lemonade cups? You could… You know...”
Yuri shook his head, trying not to be embarrassed by the situation. “I threw
them out,” he mumbled.
Otabek glanced around the empty car, as if he would find anything to aid Yuri.
“Sorry,” he finally apologized. “I don’t think you really have any options.”
Yuri nodded, staring down at his lap. He was starting to hurt between the legs
from how closely they were crushed together, and he could feel the urine
threatening to leak out at the tip. It burned, and his bladder hurt from just
how swollen it had become. Yuri could barely muffle his whimper as he bent
forward, his breathing shallow and tight.
“Don’t lean like that, you’re just adding more pressure,” Otabek advised. “Try
to stay upright.”
“How would you know?” Yuri mumbled irritably, before he was able to stop
himself.
Otabek didn’t take offense, shrugging. “It’s not like I’ve never needed the
bathroom when there wasn’t one available…”
Yuri nodded, taking his advice without further prying. Sitting up straight
exposed the bulge in his lower stomach, and he could feel how his bladder
pressed against his waistband. “It fucking hurts,” he admitted, groaning as he
shifted. “H-how long has it been?”
Otabek frowned, checking his watch. “Only three minutes…”
Yuri’s teeth sunk into his lower lip until blood seeped into his mouth. Yuri
grunted as a trickle of urine escaped, his hand immediately shooting between
his legs to stop the flow as he frantically wriggled. “I don’t think I can…
wait,” he gritted out.
Otabek’s stoic expression changed to something more sympathetic, which only
heightened Yuri's embarrassment. “We’re stuck up here, I don’t know what else
could be done.”
Yuri glanced out the side of the car. On one side there was the ride entrance,
but on the other… there was nothing but grass and bushes. Yuri sucked in a
sharp breath, his mind made up. His hand still gripping himself tightly, he
stood and faced away from Otabek.
“Yuri, what are you-”
“Just don’t look,” he muttered.
Yuri grunted as he fiddled with the button of his jeans, dancing in place. He
struggled with the zipper as well, his crotch dampening significantly by the
time he was able to jerk his pants away to take himself out, immediately aiming
off the side of the ride and panting at the prospect of relief.
The release was tremendous. Yuri forgot that he was pissing off the side of a
ride, where anyone else on it could see his stream. He barely registered that
Otabek was less than a foot away. He was so high up that he couldn’t hear his
urine hitting the ground below, though the hissing as he released was loud
enough. Yuri bit his lip to hold back a moan as he emptied, finally finishing
up after nearly a minute.
The embarrassment only came after Yuri had concealed himself, noticing the
small but prominent wet patch on the crotch of his jeans. He yanked down his
sweatshirt to try and hide it as he sat back down, refusing to make eye contact
with Otabek. “Sorry,” he muttered half-heartedly. “I didn’t want to piss my
pants.”
Otabek was quiet for a moment, prompting Yuri to look up, finally. When he did,
Otabek raised an eyebrow. “You uh… have a little...” he mumbled, nodding at
Yuri’s crotch.
Yuri turned beat red, realizing that the hem of his sweatshirt only reached far
enough to cover half the stain. “Shut up,” he mumbled.
Otabek chuckled- a sound Yuri wasn’t sure he had heard from him yet, and shook
his head. “Don't be embarrassed. Just wrap your sweatshirt around your waist,
so no one sees when we get off.”
Yuri sighed, doing so silently. At least Otabek wasn't making a big deal out of
it. Fifteen minutes later, the ride was up and running. They stayed at the fair
for the rest of the afternoon, but Yuri made sure not to get anymore lemonade.
***** Yuri Calling Yuuri Daddy [Not Omo] *****
“Daddy, may I come now?”
Yuuri glanced down at the boy kneeling at his feet, cock hard and red. It was
leaning against his thigh, a thin trail of pre-come dripping from its tip.
Yuuri knelt before his lover, brushing back a lot of his hair. “Have you been
good today, my sweet boy?”
Yuri nodded eagerly, trapping his lower lip between his teeth as he wiggled his
hips. “I was good. I took care of you with my toy inside me, and I didn’t even
come because you told me not to.”
Yuuri smiled serenely, reaching down to cup Yuri’s bare bottom. He slipped his
hand closer and closer to his entrance, until he felt the plug sticking out.
Experimentally, he rocked it the slightest bit with his fingers, causing Yuri
to shudder.
“D-Daddy…” He moaned unchastely.
“Do you want to come now, my good boy?” Yuuri whispered, moving his hand around
Yuri’s body, dangerously close to his swollen cock.
Yuri nodded eagerly, hips wiggling as he shivered. “Yes.”
“Ask me nicely,” Yuuri prompted, sliding his hand up Yuri’s thigh, sticky with
pre-come.
Yuri sucked in a harsh breath, letting it out slowly. “Please Daddy, make me
come.”
Unable to resist Yuri’s desperate tone, Yuuri finally moved his hand to Yuri’s
cock. The blonde gasped as he did so, keening at the touch as Yuuri wrapped his
hand around the swollen organ. “Such a good boy, Yuri,” he whispered as he
pumped Yuri’s dick with fervor. “Will you be good and come for me?”
Yuri moaned, teetering so close to the edge that he began rocking into Yuuri’s
hand. “Please,” he begged, beginning to chant “daddy” like a mantra. His face
flushed, his groaned as he threw back his head. “I need it…”
Yuuri placed his free hand at the nape of Yuri’s neck, squeezing it gently. “I
know, baby. I know. Come for me, now. Come for Daddy.”
His voice broke as he did just that. His seed spilled all over Yuuri’s hand as
he was stroked through his release, his head held into place by Yuuri’s hand on
his neck. Yuuri watched him fall apart through lidded eyes and harsh strokes,
only stopping the movement of his hand when Yuri begged, “too much, Daddy,
please!”
Dropping his hand, Yuuri reached around to remove the plug from Yuri’s ass. As
soon as he did so, he gathered the shuddering, overstimulated boy into his
arms. “You did so well for me, Yuri,” he praised gently, kissing his temple.
“Daddy,” Yuri mumbled into Yuuri’s neck.
“Want me to give you a bath now?” Yuuri guessed.
“Mhm,” Yuri murmured with a nod.
“I love you, sweet boy,” Yuuri whispered with a smile as he carried Yuri
towards the bathroom.
“I love you too, Daddy.”
***** Yuri Loud Masturbation (Not Omo) *****
Yuri pumped his hand up and down his hardened shaft, grunting without a hint of
shame. He wet his lips, knowing that Viktor and Yuuri were right on the other
side of the wall, able to hear every noise he was making. He allowed his lips
to fall open once more, panting heavily as he stroked himself.
“Mmm, ah!” He moaned unchastely, swiping a bead of pre-come from his tip and
rubbing it down his length. “Fuck,” he groaned, pumping himself harder.
Yuri felt heat pooling in his groin, and he knew he wasn’t going to last much
longer. He squeezed his eyes shut, capturing his lower lip between his teeth as
he thought of Viktor and Yuuri listening to him pleasuring himself. His cock
twitched in his hand, and he spilled all over himself to the thought.
The next day at breakfast, Viktor cleared his throat, stealing glances at Yuuri
as the three of them ate. Yuri watched with amusement as they communicated
through silent looks, until Yuuri finally spoke. He placed down his coffee cup,
cheeks pink as he turned to the blonde.
“Yuri, the walls are very thin in this apartment.”
“Mhm, very thin,” Viktor agreed before having a bite of eggs.
Yuri smirked, watching as Yuuri stumbled over whatever speech he had thought up
since last night. “You see, we know… At your age, that you might feel some,
uh…”
“Urges,” Viktor supplied.
“Mhm, urges,” Yuuri agreed. “And it’s perfectly okay and natural to want to act
on them, but…” Yuuri’s face was so red, Yuri thought he might begin to sweat.
“But,” he tried again, “we uhm…”
Yuri feigned innocence, cocking his head to the side. “You what?”
Viktor placed his coffee cup down a bit too hard, blurting out, “we heard you
last night.”
Yuri waited through several beats of silence before speaking. “Oh, you heard me
touching myself?”
Yuuri had to turn away, his face growing impossibly redder, almost taking on a
purple hue. “Yes,” he admitted.
“Oh,” Yuri quipped, his voice rising an octave. “Did you like what you heard?”
Yuuri let out a horrified gasp, and Viktor hid his face in his hand. “Yuri!” He
scolded.
“What? You said it was perfectly natural.”
Yuuri stuttered out, “we didn’t m-mean… Did you want us to hear?”
Yuri grinned, pushing his chair away from the table in order to stand and clear
his plate. “I dunno,” he shrugged. “Maybe you’ll find out tonight.”
***** Yuri Afraid of Being Tied Up (Not Omo) *****
“You want to… tie me up?”
The blonde looked up at Yuuri through wispy bangs and unsure eyes, his teeth
chewing at his lower lip. Yuuri knelt down, brushing his hair back and nodding
slowly. “Does that make you nervous, sweetheart?”
Cheeks dusting pink, Yuri nodded. “A little bit.”
Yuuri's hand moved down to the back of Yuri's neck, massaging his skin gently.
“We don't have to do it if you don't want to, love. You know that.”
Yuri sighed, shaking his head. “I want to, I just… Could we go slow?”
And so they did.
Yuuri started by placing Yuri on the floor, and his hands behind his back. Yuri
stared expectantly as Yuuri took out a soft, silk scarf, teasing Yuri's skin
with it. “See? Nice and soft; it won't hurt you.”
Yuri sighed shakily, nodding. “Okay.”
“I'm going to bind your wrists now. Is that alright?”
“Yes.”
The silken cloth was tied around Yuri's wrists, locking them in place. Yuuri
pressed a kiss to Yuri's cheek and asked, “too tight?”
“No,” Yuri affirmed.
Yuuri then ran his fingers over Yuri's cheek, a feather-like touch that made
him shiver. “You were such a good boy,” Yuuri praised close to his ear. “Don't
you think you deserve a reward?”
Yuri nodded eagerly, desperate eyes locking with Yuuri’s. “Please, Yuuri.”
Yuuri smiled, letting his hand drift even further down Yuri’s body. He let it
rest at Yuri’s thigh, where he could feel the erection that strained against
the his jeans. “You want me to touch you there?”
“Please.”
Deft hands worked at Yuri’s button and zipper, and Yuuri assisted him in
wiggling down his pants and boxers. Once they were far enough that Yuuri could
spring Yuri’s cock free, he did so. “Mmm,” he hummed as he pumped it slowly. “I
want to taste you.” He knelt down, bringing his face close enough that the heat
of his words word ghost Yuri’s dick. “May I?”
“Yes.”
Yuuri enveloped Yuri’s cock with his mouth without further hesitation, pleased
with the guttural moan he expelled. Yuuri bobbed his head with no remorse,
though Yuri didn’t seem at all displeased with the sudden, fast treatment. He
canted his hips up into Yuuri’s mouth, groaning and gasping as Yuuri sucked him
off.
“Yuuri, ah-” Yuri whimpered, a desperate sound that turned into a low whine.
“It feels so good.”
Yuuri was encouraged even further, taking Yuri as deep as he could and
swallowing as his tip touched his throat. The needy moan Yuri made was worth
the momentary discomfort, and he began stroking what he mouth couldn’t reach as
soon as he went back to bobbing his head.
“Yuuri… Yuuri…” Yuri chanted his name, hips bucking as he gasped, “I’m going
to-” A high-pitched whine, and Yuuri felt his cock twitch in his mouth. “I’m
coming, ah, oh god!”
Yuuri swallowed down every drop that Yuri gave him, licking his lips after
pulling off his dick. Yuri sagged back against the wall, expression lax and
tired. “Let me untie you,” Yuuri offered sweetly, reaching around to do so.
“Thank you, Yuuri,” Yuri mumbled sleepily, wrapping his arms around Yuuri’s
torso once his wrists were freed. “Felt good.”
“You were okay being bound?” Yuuri whispered, pressing a kiss to Yuri’s hair.
“Yeah; I trust you.”
Yuuri only held him closer.
***** School Bondage Request *****
This was bad.
Otabek shifted in his bindings, cursing himself for walking into this trap. Of
course those football players didn’t want to hang out with him- they’d wanted
to lead him to the locker room to tie him up, and leave him there to rot. He
had been an idiot for following them in here in the first place.
He’d been an even bigger idiot for not visiting the toilet all day, though he
desperately needed to. Prestigious private school meant an hour-long lunch
break, and he would have had plenty of time to go then. But, he had been too
caught up in talking to that underclassman, Yuri. His flaxen hair was
mesmerizing, his green eyes vibrant. Otabek couldn’t bear to excuse himself for
a second when he was with Yuri, and now he was paying the price.
Otabek wasn’t sure how long he’d been tied up, but his bladder was starting to
hurt. The pressure had been nearly unbearable when classes had ended; he didn’t
know how he was still hanging on at this point. With his wrists and ankles
bound, the only relief he could chase was a loose fan of his legs, a sorry
attempt to trap his dick between his thighs. It wasn’t working.
Otabek bit down on his lip as he swallowed down a horrified gasp- did his
underwear just dampen? He glanced down, unable to see any noticeable stain on
his tan uniform pants. Still, he knew that his underwear felt much warmer and
wetter than before. He had to hold it, just until someone found him.
By the time the second leak breached his defenses, Otabek felt tears welling up
in his eyes. This was humiliating, and he was in pain. Whoever found him was
going to find him in a steaming puddle of piss if they didn’t hurry up. Otabek
scowled, thrusting his head back far enough that he hit it against the lockers
behind him.
“Ouch, fu-”
“Beka?”
Of course it would be Yuri to find him in this state. Otabek debated not
answering, but he knew that he had to be found, and thankfully, he hadn’t wet
his pants. Yuri seeing him desperate for a piss was much better than him
finding him in soaked trousers.
“Back here!” Otabek called out weakly. He grimaced, another hot spurt of urine
leaking out as Yuri rounded the corner, eyes widening.
“Oh, shit, Beka!” He knelt down immediately, hands work at the ropes binding
Otabek’s ankles. “Are you o-”
“Please hurry, I-”
He cut himself off as his body gave up completely, a warm trail of piss
streaming down his inner thigh. He turned his face away in shame as Yuri
gasped, moving his hands faster. “Just a second, hang on just a little longer.”
He tried, using every ounce of strength in his muscles, but the flow wouldn’t
stop. Otabek grunted as a puddle began pooling underneath him, soaking his
bottom and spreading out towards Yuri. “I’m sorry,” he croaked as his legs were
finally freed.
Yuri only shook his head, reaching for Otabek’s wrists. “Don’t worry about it,”
he murmured as he untied the ropes.
By the time Otabek was released, his bladder was, as well. He felt his cheeks
heating as he stared at the puddle below him, some of which had creeped
dangerously close to Yuri’s knees. “You must think I’m pathetic,” he muttered.
“Eighteen years old, a senior in high school, pissing in his pants.”
Yuri cocked his head to the side, viridans sparkling. “Accidents happen,” he
shrugged. “You should use the showers, though. I can bring you your gym
clothes.”
So Otabek trudged to the locker room showers, still completely perplexed by the
underclassman called Yuri Plisetsky. He sighed as he turned on one of the
shower, shaking his head. He didn’t regret spending every second of lunch with
him, not for a second.
***** Little Otabek Request *****
Otabek was quiet, but that was no surprise. He held onto Yuri’s hand tightly as
they walked down the street together, his free hand fingering the plush bear
keychain attached to his belt loop. Yuri smiled softly, knowing that Otabek was
using it as a crutch as they wove through the crowded shopping center.
“You okay?” Yuri whispered close to Otabek’s ear.
Otabek hummed in response, non-committal and soft. Yuri squeezed his hand
reassuringly, hoping that Otabek would speak up if he needed something. He was
quiet when big and even quieter when little- Yuri needed to be sure to
constantly check on his state to be sure he wasn’t neglecting to tell him if he
needed something.
Yuri wracked his brain, trying to remember if he took care of everything before
they left the house. He had dressed Otabek, fed him, and made sure that he
drank some water before giving him juice. He had made sure he brushed his
teeth, put on his pull-up and then-
His pull-up. He had only put Otabek in a pull-up since they would be in public,
and Otabek didn’t like to wear anything with too much padding while out. It had
been hours since they left the house, and with all Otabek had drank that
morning… there was no way that didn’t need to use the bathroom.
Gently, Yuri leaned in and pressed a kiss to Otabek’s cheek. “Beka, have you
used your pull-up since we’ve been out?”
Otabek stared at him blankly, shrugging as his cheeks grew pink. Yuri pulled
him closer, trying again. “It’s okay if you did, sweetie. But you have to tell
me so I can get you into a fresh one, okay?”
Otabek huffed quietly, squeezing Yuri’s hand. “S’wet,” he admitted. “Have to go
again.”
Yuri internally kicked himself for not realizing sooner, knowing damn well that
Otabek had trouble using public bathrooms when he was feeling little. “Okay,”
he soothed, “let’s get you to the potty and get you cleaned up.”
Yuri didn’t miss the quiet whimper that Otabek expelled as he was led into the
bathroom, his hand squeezing Yuri’s in a death grip. As soon as Yuri had
ushered him into a stall and locked the door behind them, Otabek was grabbing
the front of his pants. Sighing, Yuri reached down to help him unbutton and
unzip them.
“We’re going to try to use the potty, okay?” Yuri gently led Otabek to stand in
front of the toilet, rubbing his back as he help slide his pants down. “You can
go, Beka. It’s okay.”
Otabek whimpered softly, turning his face into Yuri’s shoulder as he tried to
relieve himself. When he was unable to after a few minutes, Yuri left him at
the toilet and reached into his knapsack, pulling out a fresh pull-up. He
unlatched the used one from Otabek before shooing his hands away from his
crotch in order to latch on a new one.
Immediately, Yuri heard the telltale hissing. He turned Otabek to face him,
rubbing his back gently. “Good job, Beka. There you go. You’re doing so good
for Daddy.”
Otabek whimpered at the praise, keening softly before whispering, “finished.”
Yuri repeated the process of removing the sodden pull-up, his time using baby
wipes to clean Otabek’s privates. “There you go, sweetie,” he whispered as he
helped Otabek into a new one. “All better now, right?”
Otabek smiled and nodded, waiting patiently as Yuri disposed of the used pull-
ups and packed up his knapsack. He helped Otabek to wash his hands, then washed
his own, before leading him back out to the street. For the rest of the day, he
made sure to check on Otabek more often.
***** Ed Desperate During a Fight *****
“I’m not a child, Winry.”
Ed cringed as he remembered the words, uttered just before they had left. They
were prompted by Winry doing what she always did- trying to mother him. This
time, he had been responding to a simple request that he use the bathroom
before they leave. He had actually needed to go when she mentioned it to him,
but of course, his stubborn pride made him decide to wait. There was no way he
was going to let some gearhead get away with babying him.
As Ed dodged away from Scar’s deadly hand, he deeply regretted not listening to
Winry. He was caught between two sensations- desperation and adrenaline. If he
concentrate on not soaking himself, he was at risk of dying. If he concentrated
on getting away from Scar, he risked wetting himself. Ed grimaced, realizing
that pissing his pants in front of both Winry and his little brother was
probably a fate worse than death.
They were safe, thankfully. Hidden around a corner. Ed had ordered Alphonse to
protect Winry- he didn’t need his help. Her safety was more important. So, he
dodged out of Scar’s reach once more, grunting as his bladder throbbed inside
him. He wanted to grab himself so badly, but he instead pressed his hands
together and then to the ground below, drawing up a weapon made of metal.
“That won’t do you any good, Fullmetal Alchemi-”
Ed got in a hit, though it didn’t do him much good. A spurt escaped him as he
jabbed Scar with his weapon, and he stumbled backwards in an attempt to get
away and press his legs together. This was bad- really, really bad.
Just as Ed was getting ready to accept the fate of wet pants, Scar’s charge
forward was interrupted by the sound of screeching tires. A military vehicle
began careening down the street, with Hawkeye firing her gun out the passenger
window. Ed sighed with relief as Mustang yelled from the driver’s side,
“Edward, get out of here and get the girl somewhere safe!”
Grateful, Ed rolled away from Scar once more, causing a long leak to dampen his
pants. He whimpered, using his automail hand to grab his crotch. He stumbled
around the corner, into the alley where Alphonse and Winry were. He was already
undoing his belt with his free hand as Winry tried to look him over, gasping
when she saw the positioning of the automail she was trying to examine.
“Ed, are you-”
“Don’t look,” he muttered.
He was already spurting as he took himself out, cringing at just how wet the
front of his pants were. Thank goodness they were black. As his piss splattered
loudly onto the concrete, Ed threw his head back with a sigh of relief. He had
made it, at least- for the most part.
“I told you you should have went before we left,” Winry pointed out smugly.
“Shut up, Winry.”
***** Jumin Bondage Request *****
Jumin Han wriggled in his bindings, letting out a frustrated breath.
Where the hell was Assistant Kang? Why hadn’t she come looking for him yet?
He must have been tied up for nearly an hour, by now.
“Assistant Kang!” Jumin shouted once more.
His voice was getting hoarse from how much he’d been shouting over the past
hour, but a sore throat was the least of his worries at the moment. His main
concern was his bladder, which had filled steadily over the time he’d been
bound. He had just been heading to the restroom when the robber had entered his
office, tying him up and taking a few valuables before climbing out the window
and leaving Jumin on the floor, unable to get back up.
Jumin bit his lip nervously, trying to squirm the best he could in his
bindings. If only he could reach down and give himself a squeeze to take some
of the edge off. Then maybe he could push back some of the urine that was
pressing behind his slit, so dangerously close to-
“Ah!” Jumin gasped as his underwear grew hot and wet, a noticeable patch
appearing on his grey dress pants as the gush subsided. No, no… There was no
way that he was going to wet himself like a child, like Yoosung, like-
Another unforgiving gush spread onto his pants, this time soaking a thin trail
over his thigh. Oh, the little taste of relief... It felt so good. He wanted so
badly to let go; his muscles were so tired. He was aching, needing. His bladder
felt so full inside him, he needed relief.
“Assistant Kang!” He tried again, his voice cracking much to his embarrassment.
Oh no, his muscles were having trouble holding back now. He needed to go, he
needed to-
“Jaehee! Miss Kang! Please!”
He was desperate, he was wrecked. His crotch was growing wetter and wetter, the
warmth seeping beneath him and puddling under his ass. He couldn’t… He couldn’t
wait. Even if she found him now, he was already soaked. Jumin let go.
The heat spread as Jumin sighed with relief, the puddle below him spreading out
to unimaginable lengths. Oh, he’d needed to go so badly. He was holding in so
much. It felt so good to finally empty.
The pleasant feeling didn’t last long, tapering off as his pants began to cool
and cling to him in the most disgusting way. Jumin sighed, cursing quietly to
himself. There was nothing left for him to do now, except to wait.
***** Giveaway Request #1 *****
“B-Beka?”
Yuri stared in disbelief as his boyfriend shoved both hands between his legs,
gasping suddenly.
“I’m sorry, Yura, I can’t…” He trailed off, face reddening as Yuri heard it,
clear as day.
The hissing was loud, but not as loud as Otabek’s grunting. Yuri stared in
fascination as the wet patch behind Otabek’s hands spread, darkening his lap
before spilling onto the couch below them. He shouldn’t have been looking like
this- feeling like this. But something about Otabek’s embarrassment, the
complete loss of control… it was stirring up something in Yuri that he couldn’t
quite explain.
“Beka,” Yuri tried again once Otabek removed his hands from his crotch, staring
down at his lap with shame. “Beka, it’s okay.”
“It’s not,” Otabek mumbled, picking at his wet jeans.
Yuri sighed, biting his lip. In a fit of courage, he reached out for Otabek’s
hand, gingerly moving it over to his own crotch. He sighed as his aching hard
on was enveloped by the warmth of Otabek’s hand, rocking into it just so.
“It’s really okay,” Yuri whispered.
“Yura, are you-”
Otabek didn’t have time to finish. Yuri dropped his hand from his crotch in
favor of moving closer to Otabek, not caring as his knees landed in the soaked
fabric of the couch cushions. He eased himself onto Otabek’s lap, moaning
softly as the wet warmth of Otabek’s jeans soaked into his own crotch. He
grinded down experimentally as Otabek opened his mouth to protest, the sound
that emerged instead turning into an unchaste groan.
“Y-Yura…”
“It was kind of hot,” Yuri admitted, gasping as he felt Otabek growing hard
beneath him. “I liked watching you lose control.”
Otabek huffed quietly, canting his hips up as his hands found Yuri’s waist to
help him grind down. “You aren’t mad about the couch?” He whispered
breathlessly.
Yuri brought his lips to Otabek’s in a succinct touch before whispering onto
them, “fuck the couch.”
It didn’t take long for Yuri to begin feeling close, the wet warmth and ample
friction proving to be nearly overwhelming. His movements became erratic as a
heat coiled deep inside him, his balls inching further up to his body. He was
aching, everywhere. He needed relief.
“Beka, m’close,” he mumbled between kisses.
“Me too,” Otabek growled, his hands tightening at Yuri’s hips.
Another two ruts against each other was all Yuri needed to spill into his
underwear, his cock twitching against the wet, sodden material as he dropped
his head to Otabek’s shoulder. “Ah, Beka! Fuck, oh, fuck!”
“Yura,” Otabek groaned, his hips stilling as he gasped in Yuri’s ear, a sure
sign of his own release.
By the time they pulled away, Yuri found them both panting and sweating, a
proper mess. “We need to clean up,” he whispered.
“And clean the couch,” Otabek pointed out.
Yuri nodded, making no effort to move himself off of Otabek. “I love you,
Beka,” he finally whispered.
“I love you, Yura.”
***** Giveaway Request #2 *****
Chapter Summary
     "Grell ends up really desperate while she's out 'helping' (hindering)
     Sebastian and Ciel with their latest task, and she initially tries to
     hide it bc she doesn't want to leave Sebby/doesn't want to admit she
     needs a break before the dang 12 year old does, but Sebastian notices
     that Grell is even less helpful and not harassing him as much So he
     finds an excuse to leave Ciel for a moment and takes her to a more
     secluded spot, where he teases her until she wets herself- verbal
     teasing/dirty talk/minor watersports."
Of all people for this to happen in front of, why did it have to be Sebastian?
The child, Grell could handle. But Sebastian? Her face was already burning as
she shifted her weight, trying to find a comfortable position without making
her predicament obvious. I should really just go…
No, she couldn’t. She already didn’t spend enough time with Sebastian. Not to
mention, even the child hadn’t asked for a break yet. How could she admit that
she couldn’t hold her bladder any longer, when even a twelve-year-old was
working just fine without a break? No, going to relieve herself simply wasn’t
an option.
“Grell!” Sebastian scolded, reaching over and grabbing her shoulder. He roughly
pulled her back, scowling. “You’re going to fall forward and get us caught!
Stop your wriggling!”
Oh no, he had noticed. Grell blushed as red as her hair, nodding. “I’m so
sorry, Sebas-chan! I didn’t mean to-”
“Just shut up,” Ciel barked irritably. “I don’t know why you’re even here, it’s
not like we need you to mess things up as usu-”
“I don’t mean to mess anything up!” Grell protested. A particularly unforgiving
wave of pressure came over her at that moment, and she sucked in a sharp
breath. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled. “I’ll be still.”
The promise was a stupid one, as Grell found herself unable to make good on it.
She had to continuously shift, or risk spurting right into her underwear. She
couldn’t remember the last time she so desperately needed to relieve herself,
and she wanted nothing more than to shove a hand between her legs and bounce up
and down like a child. It would feel so good, just to be able to relieve a bit
of the pressure…
“Young master, I’m going to take Grell for a walk.” Sebastian’s sudden
announcement make Grell jump, and she gasped as she leaked. It was only a
dribble; she managed to cut it off before she lost control completely. “This
restlessness will only hinder our mission.”
“Good,” Ciel muttered in response. “Don’t be long.”
When Grell felt Sebastian take her hand, she nearly fainted on the spot. She
melted into the touch, gladly letting Sebastian lead her into a secluded alley
nearby. Her discomfort was momentarily forgotten, until her back hit the brick
wall, Sebastian crowding her against the alley wall. “Such a naughty girl,” he
whispered, teeth gleaming.
Grell bit back a moan, shifting her hips as the urge returned, with greater
ferocity. “N-naughty?”
“You should have excused yourself while you had the chance,” Sebastian
chastised. “Now I think you’ll just have to hold it.”
Grell turned scarlet once more, realizing that her predicament had been obvious
to the demon. “I can’t hold it,” she admitted quietly.
Sebastian let out a mocking gasp, bringing his hands to Grell’s hips. Now it
was her turn to gasp. He thumbed at her shifting hips as she struggled to stop
another leak, failing miserably. “Why did you wait so long, hmm? Didn’t want to
leave my side?”
Grell shook her head, chewing on her bottom lip. Sebastian’s hands tightened at
her hips, stilling them. “N-no, don’t!” It was too late- a gush warmed her left
thigh, making Sebastian’s eyes go wide as he looked down. Her pants were dark,
but there was no mistaking the small glistening patch.
“Are you having a little accident, dear?” Sebastian teased, rocking his hips
forward and touching his crotch to hers’ briefly. “Mm, I think you are.”
“Sebas-chan…” Another gush warmed her, this time trailing down to her kneecap.
“I really can’t… wait…”
Sebastian moved his mouth close to her ear as she spurted again. “Then don’t,”
he murmured.
The permission pushed her over the edge, and she began to release a steady
stream against her conscious will. She sagged against the wall with relief as
her pants became soaked, warmth overwhelming her. She peed torrents, and it
wasn’t long until her urine began splashing down onto the concrete. It was
gloriously loud, and Grell heard Sebastian moan softly in her ear.
By the time her stream had tapered off into nothing but stray dribbles,
Sebastian’s hands at her hips were the only thing holding Grell up. He still
thumbed carefully, asking, “Are you finished?”
The embarrassment creeping back up, Grell nodded shyly. “Yes.”
“Well then,” Sebastian murmured. “We’d better find you a change of clothes. I
very well can’t take you back to my master soaked and reeking of piss.”
Going from seductive to curt in the matter of seconds, Sebastian moved away
from the wall and took her hand once more. Still dazed, Grell allowed herself
to be led away. Sebastian was such a mysterious man. “Yes, Sebas-chan,” she
whispered.
***** Giveaway Request #3 *****
Chapter Summary
     "Towards the beginning of viktor and yuuris relationship when theyre
     just starting to get comfortable with each other theyre cuddling and
     yuuri starts getting desperate and hes too embarrassed to get up and
     already had a bad day besides (which is why theyre cuddling) and ends
     up wetting which gives him a really bad panic attack and viktor just
     hugs and soothes and praises him until he calms down and helps him
     take a bath and feel better again."
He needed to stay still, he just needed to stay completely still.
Yuuri tightened his muscles the best he could without physically moving
himself, feeling Viktor’s arms pull him even closer. “You’re alright, Yuuri?”
No, he needed the bathroom so badly. “Y-yeah,” he murmured instead, offering
Viktor a small smile. “I’m okay.”
Viktor smiled in return, pressing a kiss to the crown of Yuuri’s head. “Comfy?”
He would be, if his bladder wasn’t about to explode. Yuuri nodded, nuzzling
into Viktor’s chest. “Comfy,” he lied.
Viktor’s warm hands rubbing his belly and back had been comforting at first,
but they were now making Yuuri want to do nothing more than tense up. He
couldn’t, of course, at risk of alerting Viktor of his discomfort. Shutting his
eyes, Yuuri focused all his attention on holding his bladder without moving a
muscle.
He should have went ages ago, he knew. But Viktor’s arms felt so good around
him, and Yuuri feared that if he got up, Viktor wouldn’t continue to hold him
when he got back. That, mixed with the pure embarrassment of interrupting their
cuddling for something as childish as using the bathroom was enough for Yuuri
to keep quiet about his problem, even as the situation grew dire.
The more nervous Yuuri grew, the more his bladder throbbed inside him. He had
always had a nervous bladder, and he found that to his horror, it became harder
to hold the more worked up he became. Yuuri forced himself to remain still as a
trickle of pee slipped out, Viktor’s soothing hand rubbing his stomach becoming
his ultimate demise. No, no, no.
“Viktor, I-”
It was too late. The little leak turned into an unforgiving gush, and Yuuri
felt the front of his pants become saturated as he tried to untangle himself
from Viktor’s arms. Tears of humiliation welled up in his eyes as his pants
soaked through, the wetness spreading down his thighs and pooling under his
ass, surely getting on Viktor, as well. Everything went black and fuzzy, and
suddenly, Yuuri was floating above himself.
“Yuuri, love.”
Viktor’s voice sounded far away, like he was on another planet completely.
Yuuri sobbed as he was sat up and pulled onto Viktor’s lap, finally getting
mind to try and yank himself away. “No, no! I’m sorry! Please don’t, you’ll
get… I’m soaked…” His lungs collapsed, and he found it hard to take in a
breath.
Warm lips pressed to his temple, a soothing hand rubbing his back. “I don’t
mind,” Viktor whispered. “Look at me, darling. Please?”
Yuuri managed to obey, glancing up to see no disgust or judgment in Viktor’s
face, only worry and concern. “I’m so sor-”
“It’s alright, sweetheart. Everything is okay, I promise.” Fingers brushed back
Yuuri’s hair, soft lips pressing against his forehead. “It was just an
accident, you couldn’t help it.”
Yuuri shook his head; he could have helped it, if he just would have-
“Yuuri.” Viktor’s voice was calm and soothing, and so was his touch. Yuuri was
scooped into his arms like a child, lifted carefully from the couch as Viktor
stood up. “Let me give you a bath, love.”
Yuuri was silent as Viktor ran the bath, picking at his wet pants as he sat on
the closed toilet lid. He blushed with embarrassment as Viktor helped him to
undress, leftover droplets of pee dripping from his pants onto the tile floor.
Some of his worries melted away, however, when he sunk into the hot bath.
Viktor had even added bubbles, his favorite scent.
“Thank you,” he managed quietly.
Viktor brushed back his hair, kneeling beside the tub. “You’re so precious to
me, my Yuuri.”
Yuuri looked down, wishing he could hide in the water completely. “I’m sorry I
didn’t say something sooner. I was embarrassed.”
Viktor, understanding as always, shook his head. “You don’t have to be
embarrassed, love. Everything is okay.”
“I-I won’t do it again… Vitya.”
Viktor sighed, nuzzling into Yuuri’s hair. “It’s okay, Yuuri. It’s okay,
darling.”
“Thank you for taking care of me, Viktor.”
Viktor brightened at that, ruffling Yuuri’s hair. “I always will, sweetheart.”
***** Desperate!Haru *****
It wasn’t often that Makoto saw his friend this out of sorts. In all the years
he had known Haruka, he had rarely seem him express anything, and discomfort
and panic were certainly never seen before today. Though Makoto tried his best
to offer his friend comfort and support as he stared out the window at the
miles of traffic ahead of them, he couldn’t help but realized just how raw
Haruka looked as he shifted his hips, his hand gripping the top of the seat in
front of them.
“Haru-chan, will you be alright?”
Even in his disarray, Haruka managed to mumble, “drop the ‘chan’, will you?”
Rolling his eyes, Makoto tried again. Haruka had been wiggling in place for
twenty minutes now, and he knew that if he had been desperate enough to ask for
a stop twenty minutes ago, that the situation must be dire by now. “Will you be
alright?”
Haruka looked at Makoto, shrugging. “I really need to go.”
Makoto nodded. “Yeah, I can see that.” He glanced out the window once more, to
the long line of stopped cars ahead of them. “We’ll stop as soon as traffic
lets up. I’m sure it won’t be too much longer.”
Haruka winced as Makoto trailed off, the hand not resting on the back of the
seat darting between his legs. He kept it there for a moment before moving it
back to his thigh, breathing heavily. Never had Makoto seen him express such a
lack of composure. There was sweat beading on his forehead, ready to drip down
his reddened face. He was gripping the back of the seat so hard that his
knuckles had gone white, and he was hunched over in an abnormal way. Silently,
Makoto begged the traffic to hurry up.
“Makoto, I real-”
Haruka cut himself off, his hand flying between his legs again. He flushed a
deeper red, looking up at his friend with desperate eyes. His thighs moved in
and out in a fanning motion as he gripped himself, frantic and wild.
“I can’t hold it. I really can’t wait, we aren’t even moving.”
Makoto took a deep breath, looking out the window once more to see that Haruka
was correct. They had barely moved an inch. Makoto bit his lip, knowing that
there was only one thing that would keep Haruka from soaking himself on the
bus. He stood up, reaching to the seat in front of them and tapping Nagisa on
the shoulder.
“Hey, do you still have that empty water bottle from your breakfast this
morning?”
Nagisa grinned up at him, nodding. “Sure do! Let me just…” He began rifling
through his bag as Makoto watched Haruka out of the corner of his eye, still
gripping himself and fanning his legs.
“Makoto,” he croaked desperately.
Makoto watched in horror as a small bit of the fabric near Haruka’s hand grew
darker. “Nagisa, please,” he begged.
When the bottle was finally thrust into his hand, Makoto crashed back down and
offered it to Haruka while still in the process of uncapping it. “Here, here,”
he soothed. “You can use this.”
Haruka didn’t argue, grabbing he bottle and pulling his joggers down in the
same motion. Makoto flushed and looked away as Haruka aimed himself at the
mouth, sighing softly as piss began to thunder against the plastic. Makoto’s
face burned as he listened to Haruka relieve himself noisily, no hint of shame
or embarrassment.
By the time Haruka’s stream tapered off into a trickle, Makoto was red up to
his ears. When he looked back at his friend, Haruka was covered up once more
and capping the bottle. He looked more than relieved. It was clear, as well,
that he was back to his usual, inexpressive self.
Eyes open and face blank, Haruka held up the bottle and shook it. “What should
I do with this?”
Makoto only sighed.
***** Yuri Sickfic *****
Chapter Summary
     Based on a prompt from @adventures-in-omo. I hope you feel better bby
     <3
“Beka, it fucking hurts.”
Yuri leaned back against the hard plastic seat in the waiting room, wincing as
his congestion made the room spin. He coughed miserably, burying his face in
the crook of his arm. He felt so gross, he just wanted to go back home and get
into bed.
“I know.” Otabek’s hand was warm and comforting on Yuri’s back as it rubbed
soothing circles, coaxing up another fit of coughing. “We’ll be home soon.”
“Not soon enough,” Yuri grumbled. He shifted again, this time wincing as
another pressure caused him discomfort. He had needed to pee for a while, but
he didn’t know where the restroom was. Too sick to be bothered asking the
receptionist, he had sunk back in his seat and decided to ignore it. Now,
however, he was wishing that he’d just asked where the bathroom was. Maybe
there was still time, if he just went up an-
“Yuri Plisetsky?”
Yuri nearly groaned aloud as Otabek nudged him up, ruffling his hair sweetly.
“See? We’ll be home soon.”
Yuri cringed as he stood, realizing just how full his middle felt. He
definitely should have asked about the bathroom, and it was too late now. He
followed a nurse down a long hallway, finally seeing a door with the restroom
symbol on it. He opened his mouth to ask if he could use it, but snapped it
shut as a blush spread over his cheeks. The doctor was busy, the waiting room
was packed. He would just have to hold it. He could pee on his way back out to
the waiting room.
In the small examination room, the nurse sat him up on the table. Yuri tried
not to squirm as she noted his symptoms, each cough making him close to
embarrassing himself right then and there. She took his temperature and his
blood pressure before placing his chart on a file holder on the door and
assuring him that the doctor would be right in.
Yuri let out a long breath. Okay, you can do this. You just have to wait for
the doctor to examine you, and then you can go piss. The thin paper covering
crinkled underneath him as he squirmed, his hand gripping the fabric of his
thigh. Yuri bit his lip nervously, unsure how he would remain still for the
examination. He really, really needed to pee.
Yuri checked his phone, noting that he had been called into the back about ten
minutes ago. Take into account the minute and a half to take his temperature
and blood pressure, and… He started to wonder how long the doctor was going to
take to get to him. Maybe he had time to run down the hall to the bathroom.
Cautiously, Yuri slid off the examination table, crossing his legs as gravity
weighed down on him. He needed to get to the bathroom, and quick. He rushed to
the door, opening it only to find another nurse walking down the hallway. As he
tried to leave the room, she stopped him and ushered him back inside.
“Please wait here for the doctor, sir. He should be in any moment, now!”
Yuri winced as he coughed, this time, a gush of urine warming his boxers.
“Wait, I just need to-”
“It’s very busy today, please be patient!”
As the door was closed behind him swiftly, Yuri grabbed at his crotch to stem
the gush. “Fuck,” he whispered to no one.
Shakily, Yuri climbed back onto the table. He tried to convince himself, hand
still buried in his crotch and paper crinkling and tearing underneath him, that
he was fine. He would just have to wait for the doctor, and explain that he was
absolutely dying for a piss. He would hurry through the examination and Yuri
could rush right to the bathroom. Would it be embarrassing? Yes. But he would
have to get through it.
Yuri moaned quietly as another leak escaped him, and he clamped down even
harder on himself through his pants. He was nearly an adult, he would just have
to hold it. He needed to hold it. Yuri kicked himself even harder for being
lazy and not just asking where the restroom was while he was in the waiting
room.
Every muscle in his body already ached from sickness, but the muscles holding
back his piss were growing more tired by the second. His hand was cramped and
aching, as well, from how hard he was squeezing between his legs. Tears were
forming in his eyes, and it wasn’t from the urge to sneeze.
It was a cough that caused the first leak, and it was a cough that caused the
last one. Yuri didn’t realize it at first- his throat tickled and he coughed on
instinct, a wet, raspy sound that echoed through the small room. He didn’t
realize that his muscles had given up until the warmth had spread from behind
his numb hands all the way to his thighs, pooling under his ass and soaking the
thin paper sheet.
Yuri whimpered as he tried in vain to stop the flow, tears of embarrassment
welling up in his eyes. When his pants and the paper could soak up no more, his
piss puddled on the plastic-coated table, spilling over and trickling onto the
floor. Yuri began to sob as the waterfall splashed onto the tile floor, making
even more of a mess.
By the time he was empty, Yuri finally, finally released the death grip on his
crotch. He continued to cry miserably. He was sick, aching, and now he was
soaking wet, too. He reeked of piss, had made a mess of the examination table
and the floor. H had no idea how he was going to explain this to the doctor, or
to Otabek, or-
“Mr. Plisetsky, I’m Dr. H-”
Yuri hid his face as the door closed quietly behind the doctor, unwilling to
look up and face him. “I-”
“Oh, it’s alright,” the doctor assured him, his shoes appearing just outside
the puddle Yuri had made on the floor. “Don’t cry.”
Yuri continued to bawl as a gentle hand landed on his shoulder, making him
shudder. “I-I tried to leave go to the b-bathroom but the nurse told me to come
back in and I coughed and then-”
“It’s alright, it’s okay.” Sighing, the doctor told him, “If I had a dollar for
every time someone peed on this floor, or vomited on it, or bled on it, I
wouldn’t have to work anymore. We’ll get this cleaned up right away, okay?”
Yuri sniffled, wiping his nose on his sweatshirt sleeve and finally daring to
look up at the doctor. “C-can you get my boyfriend from the waiting room? H-his
name is Otabek.”
The doctor nodded and moved from the room, shutting the door behind him. Yuri
managed to dry his eyes as his pants cooled, uncomfortably clinging to him in
the worst way. It wasn’t long before the door opened again and Otabek stepped
inside, eyes widening as he saw Yuri’s state.
“Hey,” he murmured, stepping right into the puddle to wrap Yuri in a hug.
“You’re alright.”
“I’m sorry,” Yuri mumbled into his jacket, hands fisting the front of his
shirt. He smelled good; familiar.
“It’s alright,” Otabek assured him. “You’re sick and you couldn’t help it.”
Otabek pulled Yuri’s face from his shoulder, brushing back his hair. “The
doctor is prescribing you some medicine, okay? I’m going to take you home now.”
Yuri paled, shaking his head. “Th-the waiting room… Everyone will see.”
Otabek pressed warm lips to Yuri’s forehead, shrugging off his jacket as he did
so. “We’re going to wrap this around your waist and I’ll carry you out to the
car. No one will see a thing.”
“Y-you’ll get wet… You love that jacket.”
Otabek tilted his head, shrugging. “I love you more than the jacket.”
Yuri let Otabek wrap his jacket around his waist and lift him into his arms,
clinging to him like a child. “Thank you, Beka.”
“Of course, Yura.”
***** Little!Viktor *****
“Y-Yuuri?”
Viktor paled, still too deep in headspace to do anymore than cover himself with
his blankie, pacifier dropping from his mouth and frame beginning to shake. He
felt tears welling in his eyes, threatening to spill over his cheeks and
disgrace him even further. He watched as Yuuri took a step closer, eyes
scanning over Viktor before he knelt on the floor beside him.
“Vitya, are you… so you regress, darling?”
So he knew what was going on. He didn't sound judgemental about it, either.
Viktor found himself nodding, shivering as Yuuri reached out to ruffle his
hair. Viktor keened at the touch after a moment, blushing.
“I'm sorry,” he whispered, barely audible. “I… Sorry,” he repeated, his
thoughts racing. He couldn't form a proper sentence, much less explain this to
Yuuri and-
“Shh, love. It's okay.”
Warm arms pulling him onto Yuuri's lap made Viktor melt, exhaling deeply and
clutching Yuuri's shirt. “You aren't ma-”
“Shh,” Yuuri repeated, guiding Viktor's pacifier back into his mouth. “I
understand what's going on, I… I know, Vitya. Let me take care of you.”
Viktor whimpered softly, sucking on his pacifier and subconsciously nuzzling
against Yuuri at the words. “Not… mad?” He tried again, fear still swelling
inside his chest.
Warm lips pressed to Viktor’s hair as Yuuri assured him, “no, Vitya. Of course
I’m not mad.”
Viktor began to relax at Yuuri’s soft touches, soft words in his ears becoming
incomprehensible as he leaned into Yuuri. Viktor was only drawn out of comfort
upon realizing a heaviness in between his legs, flushing as he realized that he
must have soaked his diaper sometime after Yuuri had walked in. Of course,
there was no way he could ask for Yuuri to change him, and he certainly
couldn’t change himself with Yuuri there…
Viktor whined softly as he nuzzled, clutching to the front of Yuuri’s shirt.
Now that the discomfort had been noticed, it was not easily forgotten. Viktor
squirmed uncomfortably in Yuuri’s arms, the wet, cooling padding only serving
to make him whine again. He was going to get a rash. Still, so deep in
headspace, Viktor couldn’t find the words to sneak off and change the sodden
diaper.
“Sweet boy?” Yuuri’s voice was soothing in his ear, a warm hand rubbing his
back. “You’re very wiggly. Are you uncomfortable?”
Viktor whimpered, burying his face in Yuuri’s chest. He desperately wanted to
tell Yuuri what was wrong, but there was no way he could admit something so
embarrassing. He shook his head, wishing he could sink into the floor and never
return.
“Vitya, baby… do you need to go potty?”
The innocent question broke Viktor, and he burst into tears. He sobbed into
Yuuri’s chest, shaking his head vigorously. “N-not anymore,” he whimpered as
Yuuri’s hold on him tightened.
“Oh,” Yuuri whispered, realizing. “That’s okay, sweetheart.”
Viktor was unable to protest as his blanket was removed from his body, Yuuri’s
hand drifting to the front of his onesie. Viktor flushed as Yuuri felt the
swollen diaper there, kissing Viktor’s temple.
“Let me change you before you get a rash, sweet boy.”
“You d-don’t have to… I can…”
Yuuri shook his head, laying Viktor down and asking, “where are your changing
supplies, baby?”
Viktor blushed an even deeper crimson at the words, mumbling around his
pacifier, “skate bag under the bed.”
Viktor shut his eyes as Yuuri retrieved the bag, anxiety coiling inside him as
Yuuri unzipped his onesie and slid it down his shoulders and torso, leaving him
bare except for the wet diaper. Yuuri tickled his tummy suddenly, causing
Viktor to open his eyes and squirm, making a surprised noise in his throat.
“Don’t be embarrassed, baby boy,” Yuuri cooed. “I just want you to be comfy
again.”
Viktor relaxed the slightest bit at Yuuri’s comforting words, letting his eyes
flutter shut again. Before he knew it, the wet diaper had been removed and he
was carefully getting wiped down with a baby wipe. Viktor lifted his butt when
Yuuri prompted him to, allowing a fresh diaper to be slid underneath him.
“Such a good boy,” Yuuri praised as he powdered him and taped the sides of the
diaper. “You were so good for me, Vitya.”
Viktor beamed at the praise, his eyes opening once more. Once he was helped
back into his onesie and wrapped in his blankie, he found himself pulled into
Yuuri’s lap once more. He nuzzled, eyes shutting as he let himself feel
comfort. He’d always regressed on his own, and had never had someone take care
of him so tenderly, not even as a child. It felt… safe. Nice.
“I love you, Vitya.”
“Mmm… Love you, Yuuri.”
***** Ed Desperate on Train *****
“You’re really tense, Brother.”
The sigh that Alphonse heard was one typical of Ed- the kind that proved the
younger Elric was right, but also told him that his brother was about to deny
the fact at all costs. Edward continued to stare out the window, gloved hand
clenched just above the knee of his black pants as he shifted his hips.
“Shut up, Al.”
If he had the ability to roll his eyes, he would have. Instead, a much more
hollow sigh sounded, a metallic clink filling the space between them as Al
began to speak again, only to cut himself off. Ed’s motions for the past twenty
minutes had already told him what was wrong, but he knew Ed wouldn’t admit it-
especially not after being given an out by Alphonse and still not taking it.
It had began with a bouncing leg- his human one. Al had attributed this to
boredom, something Ed often faced during long train rides. He hadn’t thought
anything more of it until Ed began to periodically huff, fanning his legs for a
moment as he shifted his hips. Once his hand reached down to grip the fabric of
his pants, Alphonse was quite sure he knew what Ed’s problem was. It had been a
while since he’d had a bladder than needed relieving, but he knew a potty dance
when he saw one.
“We’re almost there,” he offered quietly, only to receive another scowl from
his short-tempered older brother.
“Just drop it, Alphonse.”
The use of his full name shut him up, though he kept glancing at Ed, who seemed
to be growing more restless by the second. They were still twenty minutes from
the station, which meant Ed was still twenty minutes from relief. Stubborn as
he was, Edward still refused to admit that he needed to go, even as his
clenched fist crawled further and further up his thigh, getting dangerously
close to his crotch.
Ed’s leg-fanning had grown more frequent, quiet whimpers escaping that he tried
to cover up with grunts or coughs. He finally broke with a sudden gasp, his
hand darting between his legs and pinching the fabric there as if his life
depended on it. He bit down on his lip as if it would stop the desperate noise,
legs pressed together tightly.
“Brother?”
“How much longer?” Ed gritted, movements finally slowly, not completely
stopping, but his hand remaining planted between his legs. He still looked
anywhere but at Al, his cheeks dusted pink from a mix of exertion and
embarrassment.
“Fifteen minutes?”
Alphonse barely heard the “damn it” that Ed huffed as he turned back to look
out the window. He grew more and more concerned as his brother tried crossing
and uncrossing his legs, fanning his thighs, and bouncing in his seat. None of
it seemed to alleviate his urgency, and he kept his hand squeezing between his
legs as if his life depended on it.
“Crap!”
They were still ten minutes away when Ed doubled over completely, his gloved
metal hand joining his human one in his crotch. Alphonse watched in horror as a
pale yellow tinted the white glove, his brother breathing heavy and moaning
softly. Alphonse was torn between politely looking away and reaching out to
comfort him, but ended up doing neither.
“No, no, no…”
“B-brother, it’s okay-”
“I’m pissing m-myself, idiot!”
He was, in fact. The pale yellow spread over more of his gloves, the black
fabric of his pants beginning to glisten. The sheen spread over his crotch,
soaking his lap within seconds before beginning to trickle onto the hard bench
of the train. Ed whimpered as the wet patch trailed down each of his legs, pee
cascading over the edge of the seat in tiny torrents.
Ed whined softly when it splashed onto the floor, creating a large puddle. His
hands still gripped his crotch uselessly, the neverending waterfall not even
slowing until the puddle reached Alphonses’ armoured feet. He finally sagged
back after nearly a minute, his tainted gloves being ripped from his hands and
tossed onto the seat next to him. Al watched as his brother shifted
uncomfortably, stealing a glance over at where his long, red coat was folded on
the bench he was seated on.
“Your coat will cover it,” Al offered quietly. “And we can go right to
headquarters so you can change.”
Ed huffed, feet shuffling in the enormous puddle he’d created. “Yeah,” he
agreed. “How much lo-”
“Five minutes?”
Ed nodded, pouting unintentionally as he glared out the window once more.
“Good. I don’t want to sit in this any longer than I have to.”
“Sorry, Brother.”
“It isn’t your fault, Al.”
***** Fragility *****
Yuuri had first noticed it some months ago- the vulnerability that Yuri could
possess once he got close to someone. Slowly, at first, and then at a more
rapid pace, Yuuri began to notice little quirks about Yuri that made him want
to care for him even more than he had three months ago.
The way Yuri would let Viktor or Yuuri carry him to bed if he was sleepy
enough. The way he kept a coloring book, and would color in it on their living
room floor. The way that he liked to drink cocoa and watch cartoons on the
couch in the evenings, wrapped up in a plush blanket. All of these things,
however, slowly progressed as Yuuri grew closer.
He found a tiger-print onesie in Yuri’s closet, while he was grabbing a
sweatshirt for him one day. He began to notice Yuri’s communication slipping at
times, and his use of childish words when he spoke. Yuri would become clingy
and needy at times, all rough inhibitions lost as he let Viktor and Yuuri treat
him in the most parental way.
Yuuri couldn’t pinpoint each gradual step, but before he knew it, he realized
what was going on. Yuri was a little, and Viktor and Yuuri served as his
caregivers. The realization was more comforting than frightening; Yuuri didn’t
mind their relationship in the least. If anything, it gave him pride to know
that he and Viktor could give the younger man what he needed.
He spoke to Viktor about it, and then they both spoke to Yuri. He had been
embarrassed, at first, but had opened up once Yuuri had laid him out before
non-judgmental eyes. He hadn’t known about it, or realized his regression. But
he was glad that Viktor and Yuuri wanted to care for him.
It became a routine; after practice each day, Viktor and Yuuri took Yuri home.
He was their little boy, and they made sure he was comfortable. They became
more and more comfortable with each other, and soon… it was as if they couldn’t
remember their relationship being any other way.
“Tou-san!”
Yuuri looked up from his magazine, his heart swelling at the way Yuri so easily
called him “dad” in his native tongue. The blonde was clad in a red footie, his
locks framing his smiling face. He held a drawing up, of three figures, a dog,
and a cat. “That’s lovely, Yura,” Yuuri praised him, looking over the drawing.
“Is that us?” He asked, noting the hair color of the three figures.
Yuri nodded gleefully, pointing at each figure. “It’s Papa, and you, and me!
And then there is Makkachin and Potya!”
Yuuri smiled, taking the picture from Yuri. “Come, let’s hang it on the fridge
for Papa to see when he gets home from the store!”
Yuri helped him to hang the picture up with magnets, grinning pridefully as
they both stared at his work. Yuuri slipped an arm around his shoulders,
squeezing him gently. “Want to watch a movie until Papa comes home?” He
offered.
And so they ended up cuddling on the couch, Yuri half on his lap and Makkachin
curled up below on the floor. Yuuri draped a throw blanket over them, holding
Yuri close. “You want to watch Anastasia?”
Of course, Yuri did. It was his favorite movie, and Yuuri loved watching it
with him. It was adorable to watch him sing along, and giggle at his favorite
scenes. He always kissed Yuri’s temple when he teared up at the sad parts, and
tickled him when he laughed at the funny parts.
It was right when Anastasia got into the old palace that Yuuri noticed it- Yuri
was restless. He constantly shifted in Yuuri's lap, unable to stay still. He
didn't seem distracted, however. His eyes were still glued to the movie. It was
the rest of his body that couldn't seem to stay relaxed.
“You okay, sweetie?” Yuuri asked, pulling him closer and pressing a kiss to his
cheek.
“Mhm.” Yuri nodded dismissively, visibly trying to settle in Yuuri's grasp.
Yuuri dropped the issue for the time being, turning his own attention back to
the movie. It wasn’t until Yuri’s movements became more frantic that Yuuri
realized what was going on- Yuri needed to use the bathroom. He wiggled in
Yuuri’s lap , trying to press himself down for any friction possible to help
hold his bladder.
“Yura,” Yuuri whispered gently. “We can pause the movie, you know.”
Yuri flushed, shaking his head. “Don’t wanna pause it, wanna watch it.”
Yuuri sighed, rocking Yuri carefully. “I think you need a potty break, sweetie.
The movie will be here when we get back.”
Yuri huffed, shaking his head. “I can hold it, I wanna-”
But Yuuri had already reached down to pause the movie. “We’re going to go
potty, Yuri,” he asserted.
Yuri moaned as he was lifted up, his hand shooting between his legs as Yuuri
carried him down the hall. “Tou-san,” Yuri whined.
“I know, I know,” Yuuri murmured as they reached the bathroom. “You waited too
long, sweetheart.”
Setting Yuri down was difficult with the amount of squirming that he was doing,
but Yuuri managed. He skillfully lifted the toilet seat up with one hand and
tugged down the zipper of Yuri’s footie with the other. “Tou-san,” Yuri whined
as Yuuri helped him to stand in front of the toilet.
“There you are, little one,” Yuuri cooed. “You can go now.”
Yuri whimpered, chewing on his lip as he clutched himself, dancing from foot to
foot. “D-don’t wanna stand, Tou-san,” he whined.
Yuuri frowned, moving quickly to pull the rest of Yuri’s onesie down. “Okay, my
precious one. Here you go.” Yuuri helped Yuri to sit on the toilet, sighing
with relief as Yuri let go. He rubbed Yuri’s back as he peed, encouraging him
on. “Good boy, there you go. You did so well for Tou-san.”
“All done, Tou-san!”
Yuuri helped the boy to flush, get his onesie zipped, and wash his hands. In
the hallway, Yuuri ruffled his blonde locks lovingly, asking him, “next time,
will you tell Tou-san sooner if you need the potty?”
Yuri smiled bashfully, nodding. “Sowwy, Tou-san.”
Yuuri kissed his hair as they sat back down on the couch, Yuri curling up in
Yuuri’s lap and sucking on his thumb. “It’s okay, my sweet boy,” Yuuri assured
him. “I love you, baby.”
“I love you, Tou-san.”
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