#this is so....

As you plop onto your bed, you spot the computer underneath, and a grin spreads across your face.

Finally, some time to unwind.

Nervous fingertips hovering over the keyboard as you struggle with what to type in. You take a deep breath and type out the words you’ve been curious about ever since Jun mentioned it in passing – “Porn.”

You slowly click around, getting lost in the footage before you. Women on their backs, bodies arching in delight. Men’s deep grunts as they reach orgasm. You can feel your body stirring in response.

You slide your shorts off and lay back against the plush pillows, the cool cotton just brushing your skin. You tip your head back, eyes magnetically drawn to the screen in front of you as you watch the people on the screen go at it.

Then you start to touch yourself, your fingers slowly circling around your clitoris as the moans become louder and more realistic. You close your eyes and let yourself imagine that it's you and Jun who is making these sounds.

Without you knowing, Jun had made his way through the front door, sighing and ready to get some rest. Before he could even get through the bedroom door, he paused in his tracks when he hear you. The noise you made was abnormal, and the way you moaned his name. HIs face flushed momentarily, surprised that you actually are pretending he's fucking you right now.

He looks into the creak of the door to get a glimpse, because maybe just maybe his ears were deceiving him. He sees you legs spread open, with a computer thats emitting lewd sounds, his eyes widen at your expression as well. He blinks a few times because maybe not just his ears were deceiving him it was his eyes too.

And that’s when he fake-coughed, followed by your body instantly stopping, paranoid that he finally discovered your little private moment.

Beet red-faced, you scrambled into a sitting position, having no idea what to say. All you could do was wait for his response.

Quickly reaching for the laptop, your shaking hands fumbling to shut it. "Well, having fun?" he said in a condescending tone.

You wished you had time to think of an appropriate response, but all you mouth could manage was, "You're here...early..."

Jun clicked his tongue and set his bag down beside the dresser before slowly walking towards you. He grabbed your delicate chin between his fingers and said in a low voice, "I wanted to be early for you, baby."

You nodded slowly, mind still racing for something to say or do. Jun chuckled lightly as if he was reading your thoughts, his eyes still on you.

"Well, it's good to see that you're doing something productive at, least," he said, lifting his hand away from her chin.

He grabbed the laptop and before placing it on the dresser. You watched Jun, transfixed. Every small movement he made was mesmerizing. He removed his trench coat and threw it carelessly to the side of the bed. As he rolled up his sleeves and adjusted his collar, he looked so damn fine.

Your gaze never left him as he then dragged a chair from the corner of the room and placed it right in the center, directly in front of the bed. He lowered himself onto it and he crossed his arms his chest, and sunk a little bit, manspreading. His gaze was intense and you felt as though he could see right through to your soul.

Clearing your throat, you muster up the courage to ask, what are you doing, lov-,"

Without skipping a beat, Jun replied curtly, "Keep going." His tone was firm, and the your eyes widened a fraction in surprise. You stuttered, 'W-what?'

Jun glared at you, and his voice was stern as he said again, "Do I really have to repeat myself? You heard me, keep going."

"You want to tough yourself when I'm not here, well I'm here now baby, the real thing is right in front of you. Now go."

To be honest, you were a bit intimidated by his dominant nature, but the feeling quickly turned to arousal. You shifted yourself back onto the pillows a bit and began to circle your already wet clit.

Just as you began to find a rhythm, Jun interrupted you and said in a cold voice, "Finger yourself, use your spit too."

You hesitate for a moment before slowly putting your two fingers into your mouth. Your tongue swirls around them, feeling yourself growing wetter by the second. When you finally pull them out, you glide them to pick up some of your spit-slickened natural lubricant. You move your fingers back to the entrance of your vagina and begin to move them in, oh so slowly.

You feel yourself moan in bliss as you grip the sheets beneath you and start to tease yourself even further.

Jun seems to enjoy it as well, as you can hear a groan of his approval ever so slightly.  You close your eyes as you start to explore yourself, your fingertips longingly touching all the right places.

You let out a gentle moan as your moans get louder and more passionate. You cover your mouth to try and muffle the sound, Jun nods in response.

"That's it,' he says. "Don't be too loud or you'll wake up the kids. I bet you don't want them to see you being so slutty."

The words make your body quiver and you feel yourself become even more aroused. A devilish smile appears on Jun's face as he sees the effect his words had on you. He knows your body like no other and knows exactly how to make you feel. 

He starts to unbutton his shirt slowly still watching you like a hawk, "You always were such a naughty girl." You blush deeply and your practically drooling into your palm.

Your breathing gets heavier and heavier until it’s the only sound in the room. You close your eyes and revel in the sensations as you start to slip further and further away from reality. Your fingertips slowly start to circle around your most sensitive spot as Jun watches with admiration.

Jun stares with an adornment you’ve seen plenty of times before and says, “You’re so wet, I love hearing you like this. Your moans sound so beautiful.”

The sensation ripples as you struggle to keep your eyes open to look at him. He’s pushing you towards the edge and you’re getting closer and closer to it. Your body feels ready to burst and you’re struggling to keep it contained. In a deep husky voice he says, “Cum for me, baby.”

That was the final blow, and without a doubt you're cumming onto your fingers trying to contain your voice. As Jun is watching you with arrays of "thats it baby, let it all out."

You watch as Jun begins to reveal his toned muscles, carefully undoing his belt and letting his pants fall to the floor. As you lazily stare at the shape of him through his boxers.

Jun climbs onto the bed next to you, hovering inches above your body. You wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch him. Jun's smoldering gaze is all the invitation you need, and you move closer to him.

"Slide them down with your teeth," Jun commands. Before he can even finish the sentence, you have eagerly grabbed onto his hands, feeling his strength and veins. Using your teeth, beginning to pull the fabric down. Savoring each moment, delighted by hearing short gasps and groans escape from Jun's lips as you finally reveals all of his length.

Jun positions himself hovering above you with a mischievous grin that has you trembling. Taking your hands in his, he lifts them above your head, pressing your palms into the bed as he slides lower to the entrance of your body. You feel his tip rubbing up and down your slick center as he presses his lips to your ear.

"If you get too loud, feel free to bite my shoulder," he whispers, sending a shiver down your spine.

You can't help but throw your head back, your breaths becoming more ragged as you blurt out, "Please . . . fuck me."

Jun smirks and you feel yourself tense up, awaiting his reply, as his teasing touch presses into your ready flesh.

"Yea, I had plans for that," he says before finally pushing forward slowly.

The moment his body fully enters yours, your eyes close, your nails dig into the sheets and your mouth parts in ecstasy. You bite your lip, torn between crying out and savoring the sweet lust.

Feeling relieved to finally feel him inside you again as he slides deeper into you. His breathing is shallow and he grunts into your ear as he thrusts.

The moans and groans fuel your passion as you pant and writhe beneath him. You clench your fists to the sheets and arch your back, accepting each thrust.

You wrap your legs around his waist and draw him closer. You bite into his shoulder to mask your screams of pleasure as he buries himself a bit deeper. His gasps of pleasure reaching a crescendo as you cling to him tightly, driving him on.

His mouth presses against your neck, the cold flesh a bit arousing. His hands wander your body, exploring and stimulating the parts of you that beg for his attention.

Finally, his mouth moves to your ear and you can feel his hot breath on your skin as he whispers, "I missed hearing how much of a whore you get for me, don't ever try to please yourself again." You want to protest, but his your thoughts and protests vanish like bubbles in a champagne glass.

You take your teeth from his shoulder and whimper a small "I won't, never again."

He gets up slightly so that he can see all of you. He then pushes one of your legs up higher, as if to get an even better angle as he moves. His tempo increases as he lovingly watches his body slide in and out of yours, his hair sticks to his forehead and beads of sweat run down his abs.

When he hits the spot a little too good you let out a mild scream and he rushes to take one of his hands to cover your mouth. "Shhh, I know how good it feels but be good," he says reassuring you about containing your voice.

He leaned over and whispered in your ear, "Will you let me cum inside. How about baby number three?" You nodded unconsciously, your mind not really registering what he said. Jun knew he wasn't thinking either, but the pleasure of cumming inside of you was too good to pass up.

Both of you simultaneously cum at the same time, the feeling making you not able to even comprehend sounds. He already pulled out of you, you can feel his warm release as it spills onto your lower belly.

He collapses onto you, plopping his face against your chest. His breath is warm and heavy against your skin, and he looks up to you with a pout. You smile down at him and softly run your fingers through his hair. "I'm sorry my Junnie," you whisper, still trying to catch your breath. He smiles back up at you, laughing softly.