A/n: Prinxiety dom/sub omo with safeword use bc why not?

if yall have any prompts i'll gladly take them

Ik in the past I slowly grew against writing smut but I made that rule when I was like 13, im 17 now so lowkey...slide me some smut prompts if ya'll wanna see that🙏🥰 as u can see here I don't mind writing it lmfaooo i'm just REALLY bad at ACTUAL sex. I feel like I can write out the scenes idkkkk We'll find out if yall have extra smutty prompts for me

Virgil was completely nude, handcuffed to the headboard of he and Roman's bed, his face flushed as he tried to control his rapid breaths. He trembled at the pressure in his bladder. It had been building for what felt like forever. To a point where he wasn't quite sure this was much fun anymore.

Usually, he loved this kind of scene—everything about it. Being so full, completely desperate, and all under the control of Roman. It was amazing. But he must have had one too many drinks, because he was desperate, and not in the usual fun way. In a painful way that was overstimulating alongside everything else happening.

There was such an overwhelming sensation of everything happening all at once—the sharp, mocking tone of Roman's voice, the teasing touch of his hands as he traced them along Virgil's sides, and the threats of punishment if he dared to release even a drop of urine. Roman had pushed him to the edge tonight, both physically and mentally. And he didn't think he could take it anymore.

"You're so desperate, aren't you, Virgil?" Roman's voice was thick with arousal, his breath heavy with the power of his role. He stood tall, looming over his sub, watching with a smug smile as Virgil's discomfort became more and more apparent. He clearly thought everything was fine, that Virgil's eyes welling up with tears, that his quick, ragged breaths were all part of the act.

Virgil tried to hold on, not wanting to disappoint his boyfriend, but his body and mind were betraying him. The pressure in his bladder was becoming unbearable, a tight, painful knot that made him squirm involuntarily, his thighs pressing together in a futile attempt to hold it all back. Every time Roman teased him, the situation felt more humiliating, and again, not in the way he'd usually like. Roman was so in control, so confident in his role, and Virgil—Virgil felt so small, so weak, and completely desperate.

He loved surrendering control to Roman. But he was worried that Roman wasn't picking up the signs that they needed to end this soon. Usually, Virgil was able to hold out much longer, but Roman had over prepared for the scene. He had given Virgil far too much to drink. He couldn't possibly expect him to hold it for as long as usual, especially when he was being so harsh, so teasing, trying to break Virgil down to be completely and utterly his. Virgil had never felt this way before, not while they did this.

He trusted Roman, he trusted him to keep him safe and comfortable. He still did, which is why he was trying to hold out. To do it for Roman, and pretend he's fine. The threat of punishment was overwhelming him. He was trying so hard to be good for his dom. He was trying so hard to hold everything back, and not just his bladder. His anxiety, his panic, his tears.

"What's wrong, Virgil?" Roman purred, moving closer. His fingers brushed lightly against Virgil's cheek, "You've been holding it for so long, haven't you? Are you going to make it, or are you going to break? Going to disappoint me, hm?" His lips puffed up into a mocking pout.

The teasing was cruel in the way that Virgil usually loved to soak in, but the last comment that really pushed Virgil to his limit. The combination of physical pain and emotional humiliation was too much. That, along with the fact that now, he felt like he was going to disappoint Roman? It truly made him feel horrible. His face flushed with embarrassment, and despite his best efforts to hold it together, the tears started to fall.

"Roman... please," Virgil whispered, his voice trembling. He had to pee so bad, but he was just so overwhelmed, even if he was granted permission right that very second, he wouldn't be able to. He needed to calm down. He needed Roman to be sweeter with him.

Roman's smirk faltered for a moment, just a flash of concern in his eyes before it was replaced with that same look. "What, you want me to stop? Do you want to beg for a break?"

Virgil's breath hitched as he fought to speak. Roman clearly still thought everything was fine. Which was fair—tears and begging were very common when they did this. But his bladder felt like it was going to burst, and his heart was pounding in his chest, feeling overwhelmed by the intensity of what was expected of him. But it wasn't just the physical pain. It was the fear of disappointing Roman, of failing to live up to whatever he expected from him in this roleplay.

The tears fell faster now, his sobs escaping in broken gasps. "I can't...Roman, I can't hold it anymore. I need—I—It's too much—"

The moment those words slipped from his lips,  everything stopped. Roman's expression immediately softened, his commanding presence disappearing as if it had never been there. He took a slow step forward, kneeling down in front of Virgil, his hands reaching out, a look of concern replacing his earlier dominance. He reached out, but Virgil flinched away, mistaking it  for another attempt at getting him to comply.

"Red," Virgil gasped through his tears, his voice shaky. "I need to stop. I can't... I can't take it any—anymore, i'm sorry!" He finally broke down into sobs, completely and utterly trusting that the moment their safeword, red, passed his lips, Roman would cease everything happening and take care of him.

And he did.

Roman's face softened even more as he nodded immediately, the stern persona melting away entirely. He cupped Virgil's face gently, wiping away the tears with his thumb, his voice soothing. "It's okay. Don't apologize, you've done nothing wrong...shhhh, I'm here. You're safe. You're always safe with me" and Roman couldn't help but to feel guilty. Like he should have picked up on the signs, or payed closer attention to how his boyfriend had been reacting to everything.

Now that he was thinking about it, Virgil's tears and begging throughout the night hadn't seemed like an act. They had seemed rushed, panicked. But he didn't use his safe-word, so Roman believed everything was alright. He cringed a little, wishing that he would have been less dominant and more loving.

Virgil's sobs quieted a little, his chest still rising and falling rapidly as he leaned into Roman's touch.

"You can go now, Virgil. We prepared the bed, don't worry about anything else, you can pee now" Roman comforted him, encouraging him to go.

"I-I can't" Virgil sobbed brokenly, "t-too much, too—m-much..."

This wasn't the first time Virgil had gotten overstimulated. Roman didn't like seeing him so upset, but knew how to help fix it. He thought that the handcuffs were contributing to how he was feeling, so whispered to him that he was going to take them off. Virgil agreed, and allowed Roman to slip them off of his wrists. He fell into Roman's arms immediately, resting his face against his lover's bare chest as he told him to gently breathe.

Roman guided him through his panic, helping him calm down. The pressing urgency in Virgil's bladder remained, but now, with Roman's attention fully on him, be was at least starting to feel better mentally. He was shaking from the relief of finally being able to drop the act, to be himself again without the pressure of living up to Roman's expectations.

"You're okay," Roman repeated softly, moving behind him to rub his back gently. "I'm sorry, Virgil. I should have seen how much you were struggling. I never want to push you farther than you're willing to go."

Virgil's breathing slowed, but the need was still there, a desperate throb deep inside him. He whimpered softly, his head resting against Roman's chest. "I—I need to go, Roman... please..."

Roman nodded immediately, "I've got you, I've got you," he murmured, "do you wanna go on the bed like we'd planned, or try to make it to the toilet?"

Virgil bit his lip, whimpering. He knew he wouldn't make it to the toilet once his steps began to jostle his bladder, "bed" he finally muttered, "it..it's got protection on it. I'm less likely to make a mess..."

Roman nodded, pulling Virgil into his lap. Virgik started to panic a bit, but Roman assured him, "I don't mind if you pee on me, love. Don't worry, that was kind of the plan anyways" he chuckled, "plus, we're going to take a nice, hot bath together when we finish here, okay?"

Virgil nodded, feeling heat rush to his cheeks as Roman tried to gently coax him into relaxing enough to pee. It didn't take long at all, since Virgil was beyond desperate. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting the sensation of release wash over him as he finally allowed his body to relax. The only warning he gave was the contented sigh that passed through his parted lips. Then, he was pissing full-force, all over himself and Roman. It felt like a lifetime of pressure draining from him, but what mattered more to him than the relief was the reassurance from Roman, his gentle presence, and the fact that he had respected Virgil's limits.

Virgil could feel the puddle of piss surrounding him, as well as Roman's guilty eyes. It was a lot of pee. Enough to cause Roman some concern on just how far he'd pushed Virgil that evening. But Virgil was quick to comfort him before he could begin apologizing again, leaning into him further, kissing his cheek gently, even as tears of relief ran down his face.

When it was all over, Roman's arms wrapped around Virgil in a comforting embrace, "Thank you for trusting me" he whispered, "how are you feeling?"

"Exhausted. Emotionally drained" Virgil said, "but you know me. I'll be okay" he tried to lighten the mood, "something about how nice you were to me makes me want to suck your dick, though."

Roman laughed, "Virgil! We are not doing anything sexually charged right now. We are going straight to aftercare—you look like you're going to pass out."

"Lame" Virgil joked as Roman helped him rise to his trembling legs, and guide him to the bathroom, " but I guess this is fine. I love being spoiled."

"Boy, did I know that" Roman said, rolling his eyes playfully.