A/n: Tysm to everyone who's reading!! Idk how many more chapters this'll be, i have one more planned, this wasn't supposed to be a huge insane story or anything lmao

But if you guys think of any piss kink activity they could get up to in this story let me know and i can write it

ANYWAY. 👻

It wasn't long until Fizz and Ozzie made their way into their large bathroom. They only lingered in the bed for a short amount of time before Ozzie was carefully removing Fizz's skimpy little outfit, dumping it onto the bed with all the sheets for the time being as he placed Fizz on his shoulders. He was quick to use some magic to clean everything up, before they both hopped into the shower, Asmodeous rinsing both of them off, "would you rather have a bath or a quick shower and hop into bed, Fizzie?" He questioned. It was getting late, and he wasn't sure if his boyfriend would be up for a long bath, he looked exhausted.

Fizz was tired. So fucking tired, exhausted even. But a long soak sounded so nice and incredibly relaxing, he just couldn't pass the opportunity up, especially since he was a sucker for aftercare. Like, a little bitch for it. He loved being pampered and spoiled, and Ozzie was just so good at it, taking care of him in ways he'd never experienced before, "I never pass up a bath with you, Ozzie" he teased, giving his answer, "Can we have bubbles?" He asked sweetly.

Asmodeous laughed, "all the bubbles you want, Froggie!" He began to fill up the tub, squirting some bubble solution into it. Fizz smiled as the bubbles began to appear all around him. Once Ozzie climbed into the tub with him, he allowed himself to calm down. His heart was still racing a little, but how could it not after what had just happened? He closed his eyes and relaxed against his boyfriend's chest. It was nice, feeling his big, strong arms wrapping around him.

Before he'd met Ozzie, baths and showers used to be a lot harder to get through. He used to dread them, since his metal limbs couldn't really be in water. He'd always have to get someone to help him out with detaching his limbs, actually washing him, and then helping him get put back together, but Ozzie had created a waterproof version for him, and he'd been extremely grateful for that—he never realized how much good a long bath could do for you.

Without his limbs, he felt vulnerable. Extremely vulnerable, in a way he had been afraid to show his boyfriend. But Ozzie was so kind and understanding towards him, and reassured him that if he ever wanted them to be taken off, he would take great care of him. Fizzarolli liked being taken care of. But he didn't like to feel useless. Without his limbs, he was almost completely helpless.

His walls of insecurity were broken down one night, when he shyly suggested that he surrendered complete control to Asmodeous for the night—and that included taking his metal limbs off. That had been one of the best nights they had. Ozzie got to tap into that super sweet, soft part of him and Fizz gradually got more comfortable, knowing he wasn't a burden. It wasn't too often where they just had plain, vanilla sex, but that night, Ozzie had made gentle love to him while whispering sweetly about how beautiful he was.

So, he was a tad more comfortable being limbless around his lover. Sometimes he let Ozzie bathe him without the limbs. Sometimes he would take them off and sit on top of the fridge like a vase until Ozzie noticed and screamed. It was funny how easily he could jump-scare the sin.

He wasn't sure how long they'd laid in the bath for, not saying anything. He was half-asleep as Ozzie gently began to wash his body. The slow, circular rhythm made him relax even further. He just couldn't hold his eyes open, finally falling asleep. By the time he woke up, he found that the tub was drained, and he had a heavy pressure sitting in his abdomen. He had to pee, and pretty badly at that. The potion must have still been affecting him, because they couldn't have been in the bath any longer than thirty minutes.

"Well, how was your nap sleepy head?" Asmodeous asked with a chuckle, grabbing the detachable shower head to spray them down with, "i've just gotta get all the bubbles off of us, then we can dry off and head to sleep, alright?"

Asmodeous took special care in getting all of the bubbles off. Once that was finished, he turned off the shower and turned to the towel rack to grab a one for them. As soon as the water stopped spraying, Fizz let out a sigh of relief, leaning against Ozzie. That had been torture. His bladder already felt extra weak and sore from being abused for so long, but he didn't want to use the toilet just yet since he was still dripping wet from the bath, and didn't want to mess the floor up. He could just pee in the tub, but Ozzie was standing right there, and he didn't want him to think he had to go so bad he couldn't wait to use the toilet. He also didn't want to get pee on Ozzie after just getting cleaned up.

Ozzie began to dry Fizz off, and as he got down to his lower stomach and between his legs, the imp couldn't help the breathy whimper he let out, his legs automatically locking together, his thighs wrapping around the towel.

"You okay, Fizzie?" Asmodeous asked, ceasing to move completely.

"I'm fine, I just really have to pee again...that potion was no joke" he told him.

"Oh! Why didn't you say so? I would've worked much faster!" Ozzie laughed, quickening his pace, "alright" he said once Fizz was dry, lifting him out of the bathtub and in front of the toilet as if he was some sort of child, "go on."

Fizz giggled as he was lifted up and placed back onto the floor. Drunk off of sleep deprivation, instead of simply aiming from where he stood, he slammed himself onto the toilet and began to piss fiercely, a torrent of urine rushing out of him. As Fizzarolli finished using the toilet, Asmodeous finished drying himself off.

Fizzarolli let out a sigh of relief, shaking himself of the remaining droplets of pee before he was leaning against Ozzie again, getting dressed into a comfortable pair of pj's. Ozzie just threw on a loose robe, then brought Fizz to bed, knowing he would end up sleeping naked anyways.

Fizzarolli sunk underneath the covers, sighing contentedly. Asmodeous smiled softly and did the same, holding his boyfriend close, "So" he said, making some small talk, "You good after that? I know it was unexpected. And...I know it was probably a lot, for the first time."

"It was good" Fizz blurted, "so, so good! I just...how did you...pick up on it? That I..." he trailed off, blushing.

Asmodeous shook his head, "Fizzie, you don't need to be so ashamed! You know i'm up for anything, right?"

"Yeah...heh, that cockroach play we did was wild. Guess I should've known you'd be fine with piss if you got off to roaches of all things" Fizz giggled.

"Hey, I am not into roaches! They're so ticklish and creepy, and i'm afraid of them, it was like fear play, and—hey! We said we weren't gonna bring that up because—"

"You were horny and it was in the moment"Fizz finished, teasing him, "yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever you say, Ozzie." He cuddled closer into Asmodeous, laying his head against his chest.

"You know, it was easy to figure out you had a piss kink~" Ozzie teased lightly after things had settled down, "you've been dropping hints for a long time, whether you realized it or not."

"Really?" Fizz asked, "any specific hints?"

Ozzie smirked, "You never go use the bathroom when you have to, first of all"  he said, "what do you like about it anyways? We can talk about specific scenarios to experiment with another time. But for now I just want to know if there's anything about it you don't like?"

"Well so far with what i've experimented with, I like the kink in general a lot. Like what we did tonight? Being pushed over the edge, forced to hold it in, it was awesome! I also like to watch other people have to pee and wet themselves" he admitted, his voice growing quieter as he spoke, clearly ashamed, "I haven't experimented enough to know what I don't like..."

Asmodeous cuddled him closer, "Baby, i'd never judge you for something like this. Hey, piss is better than cockroaches. So much better" he laughed, "do you know how hard it was to watch you squirm like that? I thought I was going to come and you hadn't even touched me."

Fizz smiled, blushing, "seriously?"

"Would I lie to you?" Asmodeous questioned, kissing Fizzarolli's nose.

"Nope!" Fizz giggled, yawning and rubbing his eyes.

"Let's go to sleep, baby. It's been quite the day" Asmodeous said, shifting them into a more comfortable position. He kissed both of Fizz's broken horns, then placed a loving, chaste kiss right in the middle of his forehead.

Fizz smiled. He closed his eyes, completely relaxed.

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Cracking his eyes open, Fizzarolli blinked a couple of times, running a hand down his face. Asmodeous was curled up on his side, his arms wrapped around him. Fizarolli's eyes adjusted to the dark, a digital clock glowing beside him. It was early. Way too early for him to be awake, unless—

He sat upright and attempted to jump out of bed as the urge to pee hit him all at once. That potion must've been going full force still. It made sense, because he had a lot to drink the day before. He realized Asmodeous's arms were holding him back, but he couldn't do anything about it since the sin was so much bigger.

"Ozzie, Ozzie, Ozzie" Fizz panted. His bladder had been abused way too much that night, and he kind of still felt a little bit sore from it. He felt a burning ache in his urethra, much like the soreness he had been feeling previously, but the burning had went away after he peed, and the soreness stayed, making him sluggish, "Ozzie!" He whined, a lot louder when the sin didn't make any moves to let him go.

Ozzie rolled over and groaned, finally letting go of Fizz. The imp sighed in relief, before extending his arms as far as they would go, leaping to the bathroom all in one motion. He flicked the light switch on, hiking up his oversized sweater, and began to let out a stream of piss. He groaned in relief, steadying himself against the sink counter, gripping it as he finally released. He closed his eyes, allowing the feeling to overtake him.

When he finally finished, he was quick to disinfect his metal hands before standing at the front of the bathroom door, peering into the darkness of the bedroom. He felt the irrational fear of walking back to the bed alone in the dark, and mentally prepared for a moment, before he flicked the switch off and ran like a bat out of hell back into Ozzie's arms. He knew it was pathetic, but it was really late, and you never knew what kind of maniac could be lurking in your bedroom. Especially when you were famous. And lived with the sin of lust. The moment he dove under the covers and buried his face in Ozzie's chest, he was instantly relaxed.

"Mm, Fizz...what're you doing?" Ozzie groaned, rolling over onto his stomach.

"Nothing, baby. Go back to sleep" Fizz chuckled, "I just had to pee."

"Kay" Ozzie said, half-snoring. He was already asleep.

Fizz closed his eyes, exhausted. He was so ready to sleep through the rest of the night.

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As the night went on, it became evident to Fizz that he would not, in fact, be sleeping through the night. After a couple of times of getting up to pee, there was nothing gradual about the process of waking up. The pressure just kept getting worse and worse until he was jumping out of bed before he was even awake enough to process why. 

Eventually, it got to the point where he was just so tired that he didn't even care anymore. His bones ached with exhaustion, and his eyelids felt heavy. So he closed them, deciding he could just hold it until the morning. He fell into a deep sleep, and woke up again not even ten minutes later. But he didn't have to pee anymore, and he was just so warm, and—and...

Wet?

His eyes shot open and he laid there, unmoving in shock. He shifted a little bit, finding that he was indeed, wet. Soaking, in fact. He sat up, extending his arm over Ozzie and towards the bedside table so that he could turn on the lamp. He surveyed the damage once the light was on, and he felt his heart drop, beating faster when he realized that he had wet the fucking bed. To be fair, he had done that just hours prior but that was for a kink. This was—well, he loved wetting himself, but he didn't want Ozzie to think less of him, or get upset for making another mess, especially so late.

He felt tears prick in his eyes, panic seizing his chest. He tensed up, freezing as Ozzie shuffled beside him. Tears began to stream down his face as he realized just how much he had peed. It was definitely on his boyfriend. He tried his hardest to make the panic subside, but it wasn't easy when he felt like a little kid, sitting in a puddle of his own shame in the dark. He knew he couldn't just go back to sleep like this. He was bound to get a rash, and it wouldn't be fair to Ozzie anyways.

"Ozzie" Fizzarolli whispered, gently placing a hand on his shoulder and shaking him, "Ozzie, baby, wake up."

Asmodeous groaned, rolling over on his side to face Fizz, even though he couldn't see his face in the dark. His eyes were still closed anyways, not fully awake yet, "mm..what, baby?" He slurred out, bringing a fist to his face to gently rub at his eyes.

Fizzarolli wrung his hands together nervously as he sat up, cringing as his wet, now cold pajama pants clung uncomfortably in awkward places, "I n-need your help" he whispered, his voice filled with shame, "please don't be upset" he sniffled, trying to swallow down the sob that threatened to tear from his throat.

If Ozzie wasn't awake before, he definitely was now, "Baby, what's wrong, why would I be upset?" He reached over to his bedside table and turned on the lamp. It illuminated the room in a soft, yellow glow. He turned back to his lover and opened his mouth to speak, but promptly shut it upon what he saw. Fizz had removed the blanket from himself to show Ozzie the full extent of his accident. He was soaking wet, sitting atop a dark stain that had spread to the edge of the bed. Asmodeous found that he had a bit of Fizz's piss on him, but he didn't say anything about that. He wondered why his boyfriend was so upset, though—just hours earlier they had done this very thing for a kink.

The moment the light turned on, Fizzarolli froze where he sat, hunching his shoulders and curling in on himself, waiting for Asmodeous to laugh or judge—but he didn't. He was actually silent for a few seconds, in what he could only guess was shock. He didn't stay that way for long, speaking softly as he noticed how distressed Fizz was, "Froggie...why would I be upset he finally questioned, "what happened here, baby? Walk me through it?" He pulled Fizz closer to him, wrapping him up in his arms, "and before you protest—I don't mind if I get wet. You know how much I enjoyed it earlier."

He nodded, wiping his eyes, "I just—I feel so defeated right now, that potion really fucked me up" he admitted, "I kept waking up to pee, and I guess I just got so tired my body decided 'fuck this' and I just started peeing in my sleep. I'm sorry, I didn't want to make another mess..." he hung his head, looking down at the mattress.

"Baby, there's nothing to be ashamed of. It's not your fault that my potions are amazing" he joked, smiling as Fizz chuckled at that. He continued, "I honestly...expected something like this. You're so tiny, and I gave you too much to drink and let you have a whole bottle of the piss potion. The only downside of your accident is that it's gonna turn me on at 3 in the morning. You look so good right now."

Fizzarolli giggled, "Ozzie!"

"What? It's true! You are so beautiful, sitting in that puddle all cute and embarrassed" he teased, laughing as his boyfriend hid his face, "why don't we get you changed? The mess isn't a big deal at all. You know my magic can fix this all very easily. Why don't you go on to the bathroom and wipe up? I'll bring you a change of clothing, then we can get back to bed. You must be exhausted" Asmodeous told him.

Fizz groaned, "Very. Okay, i'll go get cleaned up, thanks for being chill, babe" he said, very thankful as he pressed a kiss to his cheek. He had been so worried for nothing—looking back, he wasn't even sure why. Maybe he was just overwhelmed and overtired, his emotions getting the better of him. It had been a long day, after all. Maybe he just needed to cry over something, and blaming his emotions on wetting the bed was easier than dealing with any emotional conflict that came with seeing Blitz at the lounge the other day.

After cleaning himself up and changing, he was relived when he walked out and saw that the bed was cleaned and made. He curled into his boyfriend's arms, collapsing into the bed. He was completely and utterly exhausted.

"Goodnight, Froggie. I love you" Asmodeous whispered to him.

Fizzarolli smiled, "I love you too. Goodnight" he said. The lamp turned off, and it was dark. He sighed in content, before his eyes fluttered shut and he dozed off, curled up into his boyfriend's chest.

A/n: Shorter chapter but dont worry the next one might be long bc the prompt I made for it is detailed, so yeah hope you guys liked this! Tysm for reading!!!

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