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Characters + and/or pairings, followed by kink, followed by short description if you want to get more technical in your request.

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1/1

[(Anonymous)]

Speedwagon was raised in the gutter with the drunks and cut his teeth on bar fights, but even he had never met a man who could hold his liquor like Jonathan Joestar.

Maybe he should have seen this coming, considering Jonathan's impressive size, but he'd lost track of how many glasses he'd downed and Jonathan was sitting across from him with perfect posture and barely a hint of pink on his cheeks. Speedwagon didn't know how he could do it. He'd long given up sitting still, the pressure building up in his bladder until he was rocking gently in his seat, but Jonathan was the perfect image of a gentleman, even in the middle of a pub like this.

Speedwagon knew when he was beat. He groaned, tugging his hat down in defeat, and got to his feet. The liquid in his stomach sloshed dangerously and he braced himself on the table to catch his composure. All he had to do was bow out, and then he could shuffle off to take care of his little problem. "That's it for me! Even someone like me can't stand up to this. Now, if you'll excuse me..."

Jonathan frowned, leaning forward and putting his hand over Speedwagon's, who tried not to twitch his fingers. "Speedwagon, wait," he said, sliding another glass forward. It left a trail of liquid in its wake. "You can do another, I'm sure."

He laughed, and hoped it didn't sound as nervous as it felt. He dragged his eyes away from the lip of the cup and looked into Jonathan's, wide-eyed and sincere and actually caring about a lug like him. "That's my limit, Mr. Joestar. I couldn't fit another if I wanted to." It was painfully true, like he would pop if he moved the wrong way. The shuffle outside would be bad enough.

"Try another one."

The worst thing was that Jonathan sounded so earnest. As if they were training for another fight and he just needed the push. He looked back at the glass as his insides squirmed in protest. He couldn't even think about it. He had to think about making it a few steps to the door, he didn't have any room to consider something like this. But Jonathan squeezed his hand encouragingly, and he sighed even as he felt the twist in his bladder, approaching pain now.

He squeezed his eyes shut and sat back down, trying to ignore how he felt like he was about to burst. Jonathan didn't take his eyes off him, not even as he reached forward with trembling fingers to grab the glass. The condensation beading on the outside was enough to get his fingers wet and he nearly gave up right then and there, until Jonathan gently said, "You can do it. I believe in you."

He groaned, and before he could stop himself, tossed the entire glass back in one giant gulp. He swallowed hard and nearly folded in on himself, but he somehow managed to keep it together, his legs pinched tight as he grounded himself against the chair.

Jonathan smiled and ordered another round.

not op

[(Anonymous)]

Hell yes, this was amazing anon!

Re: 1/1

[(Anonymous)]

Thank you for filling my prompt!