﹒⋆ bun ᢉ𐭩 .ᐟ

You’d been at one of Steve’s famous house parties when it happened for the very first time.

Despite living in a fucking mansion, the Harrington’s only had three bathrooms in their home – one of which was out of limit since it was tied to his parents’ bedroom – and the queue had been impossibly long to the point that some guys just shook their heads, got another drink, and went to take a piss outside instead of waiting around.

The party had somehow gotten out of control, wave after wave of unknown faces sliding into the place to the point you had lost your friends two hours ago, and still hadn’t been able to find them.

And, with it being so packed with people neither one of you knew, Eddie had decided to wait with you in the queue, and then slip into the bathroom when it finally opened up again.

He hadn’t felt the need to go when he followed you to the end of the line but now, after fifteen fucking minutes, he was anxiously tapping his foot as the pressure of his bladder started getting worse.

And since there is absolutely nothing worse than have someone take forever at the bathroom, he merely decided to kill two birds with one stone and get the fuck out of the cramped room before the next person could even think of knocking at the door.

“Scoot back, baby,” he murmured softly, already unbuckling his belt and pulling his zipper down. “Open those pretty legs for me, hm?”

Your eyes were red and bloodshot and kinda heavy when you looked up at him. You had your elbows resting against your knees as you waited for the pressure to fucking snap when you pushed yourself upright and shuffled back until you were flush against the toilet lid without giving his request – more like a soft command, actually – a second thought.

Eddie’s ringed hand disappeared under his boxers as he pulled out his dick. His brows were knitted together when he aimed hit tip between your open legs, and a content sigh escaped his pretty and swollen lips as he could finally let go.

That was, what? Two months ago?

Neither of you had bothered to bring it up; it made sense at the time. Hell, if you thought back about how fucking bad the both of you had to go, it still made sense now.

The second time it happened, your friend group had somehow ended up at Billy Hargrove’s birthday party – which, in all honesty, was a whole thing in itself to be unpacked.

But neither you or Eddie were complaining about it, to be honest – the music was better than whatever fucking pop monstrosity had been playing at Steve’s party and, while the house had been packed too, it wasn’t nearly as overwhelming.

Except for the line to the bathroom – the fucking one-story, three-bedroom house had just one bathroom.

And you bet your ass Eddie wouldn’t let you go alone, not when Billy Hargrove and his weird friends were around.

So, once again, he slipped in after you and locked the door behind him.

You blinked a few times at him before finally moving to pull your lacy panties down and sitting down on the toilet.

Eddie hadn’t even felt the need to take a leak before he heard the content sigh leaving your lips and the steady stream hitting the porcelain.

His dark brown eyes were glued on your slumped figure, trailing your frame as you tilted your head back in relief. And fuck, you looked so fucking pretty with your bloodshot eyes, heaving chest and soft whimpers leaving your lips.

Before he knew it, he’d taken a few steps closer. You opened your eyes at the sound of his heavy boots against the tiled floor, and immediately scooted back to make room for him.

Eddie’s mouth had fallen open while he took his dick out of his boxers, and the two of you had somehow fallen into a staring-and-pissing contest without either one of you really being aware of it.

Just like last time, neither one of you spoke about it the following day – especially not how Eddie’s hand had twitched, which in turn obviously made his dick twitch and ultimately hit your clit with his steady stream for a split second before he got himself under control again.

But not talking about it didn’t mean not thinking about it, and if there was one thing Eddie Munson was good at, it was thinking – overthinking was his goddamn speciality. And it had absolutely nothing to do with his undiagnosed ADHD. Honestly, if he were to blame anything or anyone, it’d be you – with your pretty, slow blinking eyes looking up at him, too drunk and high out of your mind to give a flying fuck about pissing together.

Nearly three weeks had passed – twenty torturous days of his brain replaying the memories every time he locked himself up in the bathroom to take a piss. The mere thought of doing it again made his cheek burn up and his cock stir and twitch and stiffen up like he was going through puberty all over again.

The first few days after Billy’s birthday, his right eye would twitch in disgust whenever he thought about it – not at you, not even at the thought of you pissing at the same time, but at the fact he fucking liked it.

Around the eleventh day after that particular Friday night, Eddie had made peace with this weird, newfound kink of his.

But that didn’t mean he was going to tell you any of that; he was still kind of finding a discreet way of Pavlov-ing you to be into it too.

In the meantime, he was teaching himself to drink more water and to hold it in until he was alone in the trailer. His cock would get all hard and swollen, pretty pink tip aching for attention and his bladder screaming for him to listen to its begging.

Which was exactly what he was doing right now.

Although tiny, Eddie had never been more grateful for the trailer having a bathtub. His back was flush against the cold porcelain, his legs folded and spread as far as they could in the tiny tub, and his cock– Jesus.

Eddie had one hand buried in his unruly curls, tugging at his roots, while he squeezed his aching cock with the other. The view of your pretty, glimmering eyes staring back at him while you emptied your bladder haunted him as his chest heaved up and down in the same rhythm as his hand.

“F-fuck.”

His head had fallen back against the tile as he replayed the moment his eyes had trailed down your frame and fixed on your pretty pussy and that pretty–

“Eds? You home?”

Of all the times you could’ve come over, it just had to be right fucking now, huh?

“Y-yeah,” he groaned out, hesitantly letting go of his hair and cock. “Bath– Bathroom.”

“You mind if I come in?” You gave the bathroom door a faint knock before sticking your head in. “I gotta pee. Like, now.”

Eddie could only gulp and nod at your request.

Now, this wouldn’t be the first time you’d peed in front of him – far from it, actually. It was something that had become strangely natural for the two of you after years of dating.

But it was the first time you would pee in front of him after he had been fucking cursed with this–

“Fuck, that feels good,” you groaned dramatically as you sat down on the toilet.

His heartbeat pounded loudly in his ear, almost louder than your stream against the porcelain.

Eddie’s hand had curled around his aching cock without him even noticing, moving up and down in a torturous slow rhythm as his eyes stayed glued on you.

And then you turned your head towards him, eyebrows knitting as you realised he was lying naked in the tub, eyes falling on his moving arm.

So much for being discreet.

“Are you–”

The surprise was evident in the way your eyes had widened and your stream had faltered.

“N-no.”

“Your hand is still moving, Eds.”

“F-fuck.” He choked out. “I can’t help it, o-okay? I know it’s fucking dis–”

Heat spread over your cheeks and down your chest as you kept staring at him. Your eyes had turned glossy from the lack of blinking and only when they started to burn did you snap out of it.

Gulping a dry lump down your throat, you flickered your eyes away from him.

And then your shirt was on the ground, and so were the rest of your clothes.

“What are–”

“You’re not the only one who can’t stop thinking about it,” you whispered as you stepped into the cramped tub.

Eddie couldn’t really stretch his legs, but somehow managed to do it anyway when you shuffled closer to him and sat on his lap.

Pulling his hand away from his cock, you curled your fingers around his girth and gave him an experimental tug.

“How–” You wetted your lips as your brain short-circuited at the sight of Eddie’s mouth falling open. “How do you want me?”

“I-I don’t know,” he replied honestly.

“You haven’t thought about it?” Your eyebrows furrowed. “About–”

“Peeing on you? In you?” He breathed out, head falling back to the cold tiles behind him. “F-fuck. It’s the only thing I can think about, sweetheart.”

“Then what do you want?” A shaky breath escaped you as you squeezed his cock a little harder. “Because I still gotta go, Eds. And the longer I wait for an answer, the more it hurts to keep it in.”

“J-Jesus.”

Heavy silver rings dug into your thighs when he wrapped his hands around your legs and pulled your pussy flush against his cock.

“C’mon, baby,” he whispered, and dug his nails into your skin. “Gimme it. Let go for me, baby.”

The power Eddie had over your body was unbelievable – just four little words and you were doing exactly what he told you to do.

Eddie’s breath hitched when he felt your warm stream splash against the base of his cock. His bottom lip curled inwards and his teeth dug into the skin with too much force as warm drops rolled down his ass and onto the porcelain underneath him.

Your breathing was hard and broken whimpers escaped you every time you felt Eddie’s hard cock twitch against your clit as you kept on pissing on him.

“Fuck. Look at you, sweetheart,” he breathed out, squeezing your thighs even harder. “Pissing all over me, marking your fucking territory.”

“E-Eddie–”

“You gonna let me return the favour, baby?” He groaned out, eyes glued on your pretty pussy still leaking all over him. “Fill you up with my piss and cum? Hm?”

The hot air in the cramped bathroom had turned unbearable, and it only worsened when Eddie let go of one of your thighs in favour of bringing his thumb against your clit. He drew tight circles on the little bundle of nerves as he trailed his dark eyes up your naked frame and licked his lips.

“Hm? Are you, sweetheart?”

“Y-yeah.” You were sure you were gonna give yourself whiplash by the way you’d desperately nodded at him. “I w-want– I want it all.”

You fell forward, nearly suffocating him when you pushed your lips hard against his. Messy, open-mouthed kisses that made your head even fuzzier than it already was, and the mess between your thighs even slicker with want and need.

There’s static underneath your skin when Eddie’s thumb stopped circling your clit and trailed down to the tiny little hole right underneath it. He gave it soft, experimental rubs, groaning when he felt the pressure against his digit.

His pupils were blown wide when he pulled away from your lips. Eddie gave your pussy a wet, stinging slap, followed by three little taps against your thigh that told you to push yourself up. There was already a small, warm stream leaking from his tip when he finally latched himself against your drippy slit.

The feeling of his stream hitting your pussy was overwhelming, and his gaze fixed on where his cock touched you only added more to it.

“That’s it, baby,” he groaned out, breathing hard as he pushed his tip inside.

It’s a weird, slightly uncomfortable kind of pressure – the feeling of his stream filling you up – but it only makes your head fuzzier when you feel it leaking out of you and rolling down your inner thighs.

Eddie buckled his hips, or maybe he pushed you down – you’re not entirely sure anymore — he filled you up in all the ways possible. The swollen tip of his cock kissed your cervix in that dizzying way you love, and his hot stream almost forcibly filling you until your pussy couldn’t help but gush it all out only worsened it.

“You’re so fucking tight f’me.” The words barely left his mouth, teeth sinking deep in his bottom lip.

He whimpered at the sight of his pee gushing out of your pussy. His cock twitched inside of you, and his base felt like it doubled in size as you clenched hard around him, pussy desperate to get everything he had to offer.

 Heavy hands pulled you up and off his cock, and Eddie’s dark eyes watched it all gush out of you with a feral desperation that spread across his chest.

“Fuck, baby. Look at you,” he groaned out, tilting his head back against the tiled wall. “My perfect little urinal, hm?”

He let go of one of your thighs in favour of curling his fingers around his cock. Eddie was desperate with it; his hand moved up and down in rushed movements, groans spilling out from his mouth as his stream started to thin out and mixed with the translucent pearls of pre-cum.

Eddie hissed when he felt his orgasm approaching. The sound was replaced with a loud whine and something that was probably supposed to be your name when you pushed your body down until his aching tip notched on your slit. Another broken sound echoed through the bathroom as he buckled his hips up, ass wet from the puddle underneath him, and filled you up with his cum this time.

It took Eddie a good moment to get his heartbeat to calm down. His bottom lip still hung low as he stared up at you – glimmering dark eyes and burning cheeks as realisation started to settle in.

You stared back at him with glossy eyes and an uneven breath that matched his own.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he whispered as he flickered his eyes away from you, and settled on nothing in particular. “I-I’m so–”

“I’m really fucking horny,” you cut him off, gulping down.

Dark brown eyes immediately flickered back to yours, eyebrows pulling together at your confession.

“Fuck, you didn’t–”

“It’s alright.” A breathless chuckle escaped you as you dragged a hand through your hair when you felt your own cheeks heat up. “You can make it up to me by–”

Eddie’s thumb easily finds your swollen clit while you spoke, pressing his digit just hard enough to make you see stars.

“N-no, Eds. W-wait,” you whimpered out, eyebrows pulling together as you tried to pull your hips away from him.

He licked his lips and squinted at you for a quick moment before his lips pulled into a knowing smile.

“What?” He scoffed out. “You wanna wait until you gotta pee again? That it, sweetheart?”

“I– fuck.”

He pulled you back on his lap and forced his thumb back on your clit, giving you tight circles.

“Here’s what we gonna do: Imma make you cum,” he started, pausing briefly to lick his lips at the sight of your mouth falling open. “Then we’ll smoke a cig, and you’re gonna drink water until you can’t take another fucking drop, okay?”

“O-okay.”