PLEASE KIT THIS IS ME YELLING AT YOU (respectfully of course) TO TAKE YOUR LAPTOP OUT AND WRITE ABOUT BILLY AND PISS TONIGHT
kk :)
mdni; cw piss
Billy's been agonizingly fucking you on a blanket in the grass for the past hour or so, taking his time with you, but also purposely frustrating you because he likes when you whine a little. He's sweet though, the moment you mention you're gonna come, he lets you, but that doesn't mean he stops. And Billy knows you.
You come down from the orgasm, all sensitive and panting, grasping his shoulders as he slows his hips for a moment, and then your legs are tightening around his waist. Your voice is at his ear, "k-keep goin', I can take it."
"I know you can," he whispers back to you, his lips pressing soft, lingering kisses to your cheek and along your jaw, savoring the sweet whimper that leaves your mouth when he buries himself in your cunt, staying still there, before resuming his languid thrusts.
There's no rhyme or reason as to why he's taking his time. He blames it on never getting to fuck you like this. Never gets to take his time, always having to find an odd and uncomfortable place to fuck you quick and then act like nothing's happened. That's probably it. But even he starts to get impatient.
Since he's had some time without your touch, he resorted to touching himself, but in turn, edged himself to last longer. So this was also him testing that out. Seemed to be going well, but now he was at his point of no return, you clenching around his cock and looking up at him so prettily, he felt like he could die right there and be happy.
Billy could also feel the nagging urge in his bladder, but he ignored it like he usually did, he'd go afterward.
He knows you're close again, pleading with your eyes and he just gives you a small peck on the lips, "I know, honey, 'm almost there, I love you, you know that right?"
He makes sure you nod, that you heard him and he groans when you say you love him back. Billy nuzzles his nose to your cheek, his grunts turning more into needier moans, holding your sides tight.
"B-Billy," you breathe out his name, a hand caressing through his hair, your head turning to lazily find his lips as your orgasm rocks through you, moaning right at his mouth. His teeth catch your bottom lip, biting it gently and he pulls himself out of you, his hand finding himself as he strokes maybe two, or three times before he's spilling on your cunt and thighs, his nose still smushed to your cheek.
Billy feels it building, but his brain is too foggy to register it until it's happening. He can't stop himself when he starts to piss, his cock still in his hand and aimed at your center. He gasps and can't even move himself away. Your breath hitches, looking down and he stops himself, holding it back, some still dribbling from the tip because he's needy to go. "'m so sorry, I didn't mean to do that, I'll clean you, baby, I promise I-"
"Billy," you interrupt him, and he stops talking, your breath still hasn't returned to normal, and your hand cards through his hair, keeping him close to you. "Just keep goin'," you tell him. You feel him tense, and to further your point, you reach to trail your fingers along his thigh, close to his cock, before you can gently hold it. Billy almost groans, but he bites it back.
He lets you guide him back to your cunt, leaning his head down to watch as you press the head of him to your clit, both of you letting out strained breaths at the feeling, still so sensitive. "Go, you had to go," you whisper to him, kissing his forehead, still holding his cock for him.
Billy mutters, "Absolutely sure?" You nod, kissing his head again, tightening your grip on his hair the moment you feel the warmth of his piss hit your clit and trickle down against your cunt, soaking the blanket beneath the two of you. You don’t wanna tell him just now how much you love it, you love the dirtiness, the warmth, that it’s him and he couldn’t control it. You’ll tell him later.
Billy lets out a relieved sigh, followed by a strangled moan when you rub the tip of his cock against yourself, letting his stream hit you dead on. There's one moment when you falter your hold on him and the aim, causing his stream to shoot up against your stomach, but all you do is moan over it and adjust so his piss hits back between your legs. Billy's fucking enamored.
He watches it landing against your cunt until his stream starts to lessen, but when he looks at you, he's close to cumming again. The way you're watching it, the way your mouth is parted and breathing erratic. He can practically feel you throbbing down there. Billy can't resist it. The moment he's finished, he nudges your hand from him and rubs his cock to your entrance, easing only the tip and raising his brow at you.
You're exasperated, so tired, but so turned on still. "Yep," you tell him and he laughs before easing himself back fully into you.
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