piss enthusiast

eng is not my first language, sorry any mistakes.

i only write with they / them prns and neutral terms.

mainly and mostly jujutsu kaisen, all characters are written as adults.

feel free to talk to me, or ask / request something, i love to interact!

a lot of pisskink, ageplay and other nasty stuff, mind it before follow.

safe space, so no judgments, please.

pretty open, but will not write just about; scat, incest, r.pe, p.d.filia, extreme gore, etc. ( when i use dada it's just a title! i don't mean father literally. )

hope you like my content and if you do, thank you!

the sucking sound continues as you keep moving until your nose presses against his pelvis, he has his hand in your hair, guiding your head and using your mouth as if it was a fleshlight, he's deep inside, and your saliva mixed with his pre-cum is dripping down and making a mess on his balls. his cock pulses hot inside your mouth just as he throws his head back in pleasure; a deep, hoarse moan rises from his throat, coming from so deep inside as his cock is inside yours.

it’s when you notice, you blink your teary eyes and take him out, hearing a grumble of disapproval that fades quickly as you start stroking his length with one hand while the other massages his swollen, aching balls, your tongue plays with the veins around, and the tip keeps brushing against your lips. he bites his lip, trying not to lose control, holding your hand to make you move up and down faster, pressing harder, and finally, with a throb, he cums.

streams of his thick cum run down your face, it's a lot, getting especially into your mouth, and you can't help but smile when you feel the warmth. aiming right at your mouth so you'll swallow it, then he sees you smiling, and his eyes lighting up with lust. he rubs the tip against your teeth and mouth, using his thumb to rub it even better.

you suck it without hesitation, licking and swallowing everything he shoves into your mouth like it is a muscular memory, silently begging for more and waiting for you desert, feeling his hand run through your hair soflty while he thinks lewd thoughts about you.

your boobs hurt, both from the hand squeezing them painfully and from the way you're being pressed against the wall. his fingers are nimble, rubbing against your nipples, frantically moving and squeezing the flesh as if it were a toy, but the moans coming from your mouth don't sound like they're from pain at all.

not with the way he’s pressed against you, his hot, ragged breath on your skin sending shivers down your spine, his hard cock being tortured between your ass cheeks, pushing back for relief—you can feel the wetness through your clothes, and he keeps leaking and leaking piss. his teeth find your ear to play around a bit, nibbling on the cartilage and the lobe; you move back and forth with the force of his movements against you after the climax and release, the warm fluid runs down your thighs and legs. your flushed face, pressed against the wall.

he only lets you catch your breath for a few seconds when he eases up on the pressure against you to slide his hand down into your panties, and oh, you're so wet. it’s so easy for his fingers to slide between your folds that he smiles as he takes his hands away to grab his own cock, closing his eyes for a few seconds as he pees into his own hand and brings it back to you, rubbing his piss on your pussy.

you can hear your heartbeat in your ears; his eyes look heavy as he rubs you, his other hand still holding your tit tight, his massive body pressing you against the wall as if you could melt right into it. you open your mouth to moan, and he licks up the saliva that drips out; his tongue rubs against yours, and you tremble as the orgasm washes over you.

at the same time, he cums hard against your ass; his cock twitches as whitish streaks leak from the tip along with the piss that gushes out desperately, soaking you both, creating a puddle on the floor, and he keeps rubbing it on you, aiming, he's so hot, you bite your lips.

it’s been a while since 8’ve been writing as often as i used to; there are months when i can’t even write anything and my activity here is practically nonexistent, but i’d like you to know that i’m still keeping up with everything. i don't delete asks, i have even the ones from my old backup blog saved in my drafts, i still check all the notifications--

the reason i haven't been posting much is that i haven't had as much of a sex drive as i used to (i still have tho, but its so little), which is essential for me, because i can't write without feeling anything. especially after the blog was temporarily taken down, i couldn't write anything, or if i did, it was more like trying to distract myself from the situation.

i know i used to post a lot at first; id write posts almost every day, all the time, and i’d reply quickly and was generally more active. im really sad that i can't keep this up, honestly, and it's not for lack of trying.

anyway, i thought it would be fair to formally explain myself so people don’t think i’m neglecting the blog or anything like that. there are still moments of inspiration when i manage to write something decent, and i really don’t plan on deleting this blog anytime soon, because i love it here.

stressed out. you’re stressed out, tired, your head hurts, and you can’t form thoughts that don’t sound like those of a caveman who can’t conjugate verbs. and the worst part of it all is that you don't even know why, eating away at you from the inside while he looks at you with a raised eyebrow because he knows something's up—i mean, it's written all over your face.

he crosses his arms for a minute while you agonize over the issues that haunt you; a heavy sigh echoes, and his nostrils flare. finally, he turns to you and simply pulls you roughly into his arms, pressing you against his chest, suffocating you as he covers your mouth with his hand.

the sensation is agonizing; you quickly start to run out of breath, your head feels like it’s heating up, and your lungs ache slightly. you move your legs instinctively, clutching his arms, a sob catching in your throat as tears well up in the corners of your eyes. he holds you tight until your tears start to wet him; your agony is so intense that it makes his chest tighten, but he holds on until the right moment.

when you’re running out of strength and the tears start to well up, that’s when he lets go of your face and lets you breathe. you fall heavily onto him, your head spinning, and you gasp for air, sobbing pitifully against his chest, smearing him with the mess on your face, his hands support you with ease, though. he adjusts your position so you can lie back against him, gently running his hand over your face and pushing strands of hair back into place.

you needy call him, your voice choked with tears, and he answers you right away, planting a kiss on your forehead and nuzzling your noses together. "im here, im here..." calming you down with a soothing voice and gentle caresses. he feels worried every time he has to do this; he doesn't want to hurt you. he wishes he could just take all that worry out of your head, but all he can do is help you cry and take care of you.

holding your legs to squirt into another of dada's bottles and fill it with milk, but you're sobbing after drinking so much of his piss, and your bladder hurts. he comes over to hold the bottle, but when you take too long to give him the milk he wants, he has to do something.

pressing on your bladder while his fingers circle your holes, especially your urethra, trying to stimulate you to make you release it, deliberately brushing his thumb against your clit and watching you tremble. and of course it works; when you let out a sobbed moan and clench your legs as you contract, the liquid gushes desperately from your pussy. it's the milk he wants, it's the pee you've been holding in for so long, and soon the bottle is filling up, you roll your eyes and bite your lip.

the relief is so intense as the fluid gushes out endlessly; he’s just filling bottle after bottle for himself, like it is a his sacred nectar, licking his wet fingers and making a show of spreading your pussy wide open so he can get a better look, he's not wasting.