Lúcio x Reader

UHHHHH DUH OF COURSE I’M DOING THIS

Lúcio squirmed on the couch as the two of you played video games together. He started off doing pretty good, but after awhile he made quite a dive. Now it was getting far too easy to beat him.

“Are you alright?” you ask after yet another victory.

“Oh, it’s nothing. Just gotta pee a little.”

You cock a brow at his response and look at how tightly his legs were crossed. “A little?” you ask. “Why don’t you go? I can pause the game for you.”

“No no, it’s fine. I can hold it.”

“But you have no reason to hold it. I can just pause and–”

“No! It’s fine! I…”

You notice Lúcio start to blush.

“I…_want…to hold it.”

You’re taken aback,unsure if what you heard was true. “I’m sorry, what?”

“I said—-! I want to hold it. I mean, you said you’re into that, right? I just thought. I don’t know. I wanted to surprise you with something a little sexy? I’ve thought about it for awhile and I think I’m into it.”

The controller falls out of your hands. Your face becomes unbearably hot and all you can do it look at Lúcio with probably the silliest dumbfounded look ever. Lúcio looks at you oh-so-smugly and leans back into the couch. His controller is also tossed away. You cautiously scoot closer to him and reach out to rest a hand over his bladder. Even with a gentle touch you could tell how full he was. The area was slightly distended and felt somewhat firm. You gently apply pressure and Lúcio throws his head back, biting back a groan as he tightens his legs further.

“Damn,” he croaks out. “Maybe don’t make me leak on the couch? How about we go somewhere that’d be easier to clean?”

You take Lúcio’s hand and lead him to the bathroom. You get to the bathtub and instruct him to sit down inside. Obviously not the most comfortable place, but it’d make clean up much easier. Lúcio leans back, holding his arms out to you as you step in and sit yourself down on his thighs. He brings you into a tight embrace but you barely give him enough time to breathe before you’re bruising his lips with your kisses and grinding up against his clothed, sensitive cock. 

You feel the DJ’s hips buck up into you. He lets out a strained groan as you feel him tense beneath you. So cute. Still trying to hold it even when it’s safe to pee. Better help him, you think. 

You whisper soft praises in his ear, continuing to grind against him as your arousal builds. Tears well in the corners of his eyes from the straining of his muscles. You reach out and place a hand over his swollen bladder. Gently, you start to apply pressure and gradually use more and more force. 

It’s rather difficult to undo years of potty training, but you finally get him to relent and you feel the warmth spread as pee gushes out of him with great force. For such a small man, he sure can hold a lot. Mercilessly, you continue to grind into him, but the sound of his relieved moans and the sight of tears streaming down his face had you cumming embarrassingly quick. Running on the high, you press kisses all along his face and praise him for being so good, so considerate, so fucking sexy for you. All the while, Lúcio holds onto you for dear life, hips twitching from the orgasmic feeling of getting to pee. He lets out soft moans and whines as waves of pleasure keep rippling through him.

“Shit… Shit…” he says under his breath. “Did I just cum? That feels so good. God, I don’t want it to stop.”

You idly pet Lúcio’s soft hair and soothe him through his pleasured tremors as his bladder finally empties and the last few trickles stop. 

Now the two of you are cold and damp and sitting in an empty bathtub that smells like pee. As pleasurable as the experience is, the aftermath kills the mood too quickly. Again, you praise your dear Lúcio and thank him for the treat, then step out of the tub to undress. 

“Sexy post-kink bubble bath?” you ask over your shoulder.

“Sexy post-kink bubble bath,” Lúcio affirms. He also steps out to remove his clothing and toss them away to be tossed later. You let out a rather pleased gasp at the sight of his cock. It wasn’t completely erect, but it was definitely on the way. You snicker to yourself, way too proud that you have converted your boyfriend to the realm of your dirty kink.