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"So like, your piss kink…" You say leaning against the counter next to Jason munching on a bowl of cereal.
"What about it?" He's digging through the fridge deciding what he wants for breakfast. Not in the slightest perturbed that these are the first words spoken to him this morning.
"Like, why?"
"Why?" He stops his rummaging in the fridge to look at you confused.
"What's the appeal? Like why does it get you going? What makes it so enjoyable? Like what's so up with piss that you like it that much?" Your spoon waves around as you talk, flinging some milk in his direction. He wipes the splatter off his forehead with an unamused look while you continue to stuff your face.
"I mean I can't speak for other people, I don't usually get along with other folks into it, but there's a certain level of taboo around it I guess?" He shrugs grabbing some left over take out to reheat. "Like yeah golden showers, drinking piss, getting pissed in are like fun and all but my main thing is naughty pissing."
"Naughty… Pissing…." You just stare at him like he's grown two heads as he tosses the box of left over noodles into the microwave long enough for them to unstick from each other. He shrugs digging for his preferred noodle fork.
"It's exactly what it sounds like. Pissing where you're not supposed to. Public showers, bushes, bathroom floors. Knew a chick who's whole thing was pissing in snow. She liked to watch it turn yellow and melt. But it's less the actual like piss and more like, it's gross. Like it's so fucking gross and that's what makes it fun."
You stare at him in shock. People are into it because they know it's gross? It sounds less like an actual fetish for piss and more like another way to be a rebel. Which, honestly makes so much sense with Jason. Has he ever done that in the apartment? Now you're brain is full of images of him pissing on the bathroom floor, in the sink, fuck maybe even the coffee table? By the time he's turned back around to look at you your face is so hot he could've used it to heat up his food.
"Oh? Do we have a budding piss kinkster in our midst?" Jasons grin says he already knows the answer to that question.
"What!? No! Absolutely not… You haven't like— done that in the apartment though have you?" Your shoulders slump forward as you try to focus on washing your empty cereal bowl. The flustered heat in your face has traveled down your neck at this point. Jason laughs finishing off the last of his noodles, leaning over you to add his dishes to the sink.
"No. I knew you weren't into it. Didn't want to make you uncomfortable." He leans closer into you, pushing you just slightly into the counter as his lips brush your ear. "Or I thought you weren't."
The way he's pushing you puts pressure on your pelvis. Right against your bladder. That you now realize is very full. On instinct your legs snap shut to keep from pissing yourself as you push back against him to relieve the pressure.
"J-Jason! Quit it!"
"Haven't gone to the bathroom yet have you?" The way Jason's smirk is felt against your ear as his deep voice teases those words at you makes you bristle. "You could go. Right. Here."
One arm cages you in against the sink while his other snakes around your hip to rest on your lower belly. He's not pressing but the threat is there.
"N-no!… Th-that's gross!" You shiver as his fingers tease a light press.
"That's the point. Floors polished concrete. Easy clean up."
Desperately you wriggle in his grip. This only puts more pressure on your bladder and in desperation to hold it in you stop and cup yourself. Praying the external pressure will be enough to hold it in. Jason just clicks his tongue at this. His hand that had been on the counter is now removing both of your hands from your groin and holding them tight.
"Jason- Please!" Your voice gone up an octave in desperation.
"Oh you need help baby? I'll help you." The hand on your pelvis presses down.
"N-no!"
The added pressure on you bladder is painful. Your pelvic muscles ache with the effort to hold it and there's a tingling sensation right at your urethral opening. You can feel it so desperately trying to come out. Until finally with a sob a little trickle starts to soak your sleep shorts.
" Good girl." Jason croons in your ear. His hand drifts lower to slide into your sleep shorts and panties as the trickle of piss starts down your legs. You can feel it starting to pool at your feet. Jason's pulling the waistband of your panties to watch your piss flow and soak through them. "Fuck baby. So pretty making a mess of yourself."
A whimper leaves your lips as he rips off your panties and shorts, tossing the ruined garments haphazardly. Now without obstruction the flow is stronger and you can hear it hitting the floor. Jason's fingers come to rest right on your clit. He's careful to apply enough pressure to be pleasurable but not affect the stream.
The amount that's coming out of you there's no denying he's getting covered too. You groan as little droplets start to jump up and hit your ankles. Jason pulls you even closer to grind himself against your ass. He's so fucking hard.
"J-jay—" A small moan escapes your lips as the pain from your bladder melts into relief. God. It really did feel good.
"Good girl. Let yourself enjoy it. The relief of just being able to go." Jason puts a little more pressure on your clit making you jolt. Being stimulated while pissing somehow just makes you all the more sensitive.
But he was right. The relief. After having been so full the release of that discomfort. The warm flow down your legs. The way Jason held you against him crooning praise into your ear. You had been so full of piss it felt like you'd been backed all the way up to your fucking kidneys. Felt like there was a fresh flow of piss coming down your ureters and it just felt so good.
With the stream slowing down Jason's hand moves to cup you. He moans pressing up into your pussy to feel the last little trickles over his fingers. You can't help the twitch of your hips as his fingers brush over your holes and his palm presses up into your clit.
"Fuck baby please let me taste you." He sounds so fucking desperate and you're so turned on you nod. He's turning you and dropping to his knees. Straight into the still warm puddle of your piss.
Jason holds your hips steady as he throws your leg over his shoulder. Eagerly lapping at your thighs and pussy with a moan. He suckles at your clit, relishing the combined taste of piss and arousal. Your hands are gripping his hair as you grind forward into his mouth.
A gasping moan leaves your lips as two fingers slide into your pussy. He's not giving you a moment to adjust before sliding all the way down to the knuckle and curling them up into your g spot. You curl over him, legs wobbling to keep you up. Jason shifts to lay you down on the floor before going back to work. He's finger fucking you even faster now that he doesn't have to focus on keeping you from falling over.
oh god. He's finger fucking you in your own piss puddle. You can feel it start to soak through your shirt. Your limbs become sticky and your hair is damp. God and you can smell it now too. And the way his fingers and mouth work you over feels so. damn. good.
He has you coming with a barely there whimper. Your back arches as you gush around his fingers. High pitched keening follows as he continues to abuse your clit and g-spot.
"Oh! Jas—on -ah!- please. I need- your cock."
Jason is stripping in an instant before kissing a long line up your abdomen, chest, and neck. He pauses before reaching your lips, eyes asking permission. You realize there's probably still the taste of piss in his mouth. You don't fucking care anymore and close the distance for a hungry kiss. He's lapping into your mouth and sucking on your tongue. Swallowing all your sweet moans as his cock teases at your entrance.
Finally he pushes in. The slow push of his cock into you doesn't stop until he's buried deep into you. It leaves both of you panting and struggling for air.
"Fuck you're so fucking tight."
You whimper as Jason grinds into you. He's waiting for you to adjust but god you can't fucking wait anymore.
"Fuck me! Please Jason god I need you to fuck me." The words come out all jumbled together and with a growl he starts pounding into you. He's so thick and the stretch feels so good.
"Look so pretty makin' a mess. Pretty little pussy dripping with piss and cum. Could just drink it straight from you god. Like fucking nectar. Would let you use my mouth anytime you want. Fuckin piss in it then grind on my tongue. Take your pleasure." Jason is pushing your legs up into your shoulders for a deeper angle, watching his cock pump in and out of you. "God wanna piss in your cunt so bad. Fill you up with piss and then cum. Have you so fucking full."
His babbling is down right scandalizing. But the way he's pounding into your g spot has you nodding and begging for him. His eyes go wide as he groans.
Jason pauses for just a second, long enough to have you whimpering at the lack of movement, before suddenly you can feel warm liquid inside you. He groans, eyes rolling back as the stream of his piss inside you starts to trickle out your pussy. You can feel it dripping down your ass to join the puddle on the floor. With no warning he starts thrusting again. Hard and faster. With each thrust is a disgusting wet squelch and a push of liquid comes out. He's still fucking pissing while thrusting into you.
"God so perfect. So fucking perfect. Feel so fucking good." How god damn gross this is and the feeling of hot liquid running out of you and the way he's babbling over you pushes you over. You're cumming on his cock, stars dancing across your vision.
His own climax follows after a few more thrusts as he stills deep inside you. Warm ropes of cum filling you and mixing with the myriad of fluids. After a moment he pulls out with a slight hiss before flopping down on the floor beside you. Catching his breathe he looks over at you, a gleam of mischief in his eyes.
"So how'd you enjoy your initiation." With a scoff you just scoop some of the fluids coming out of you and slap him in the face with it. Jason is just giggling at this now.
"This was so fucking gross. I'm calling dibs on the shower while you clean up this mess. Next time we're not doing this shit in the kitchen."
He blinks in shock for a moment before calling after you.
"Next time!?"