#writing.jun

Jun stares, panting as he slowly pulls out of you. Even after having released so many times and being so lubricated by the combination of your fluids, the grip you have on him makes him want nothing more than to start pounding into you all over again. You've both been going at it for so long already, it's about time to stop... Though, looking down between your legs.... he may be softening, but a string of liquid still connects him to your hole... a sheen of spend glistens on both his cock and your hole... 

“...Sorry about this.” 

You look up at him in surprise, wondering what he’s apologizing for, before he harshly plunges back into you. He sheathes himself fully and grinds forward. His teeth immediately find their place back by your collar, sharply nipping at every square inch of skin. His cock creates a pressure inside you where it rubs against your cervix and the hot feeling of his pelvis against yours intensifies every feeling. The air between you two seems to just get hotter and heavier by the minute, reaching a new peak after every round you’ve done so far. 

Once he fully hardens up again, he starts thrusting again without a word, leaving your moans to fill the air. Jun aims his hips for the spots that pitch your voice up just the slightest bit, then goes harder and harder on them to match your sounds. He snakes an arm around your neck to hold your face close to his just so he can hear you better and nibble on your own ears.  

Can you even orgasm again with how many times you’ve already done so? The pleasure is a hazy, wispy experience as uncertain as your eyes’ ability to focus. He’s hitting all the right spots inside of you, but the spots are all already so abused by his cock already...  

As if he hears your thoughts, a feral grin crosses his face and he bites harshly at your throat to distract you. While you’re too busy stretching your neck to make space for him, Jun reaches his hand down between your legs and begins to rub just above where your bodies meet. Your legs had gone a bit limp from the pounding, but they immediately jump to squeeze him between your thighs at the feeling of pure electric pleasure coursing through you. Squeaks and whines replace your previous moans with the movements of his hands. 

Jun’s thrusts push his hand harder into you and harder into your clit. The pressure is almost painful at times but the rubs against the pearl there flood the area with its stimulation. It combined with the way his cock pushes in and out and the feeling of his teeth roaming all over your upper chest... you can feel yourself letting go for the nth time tonight. 

You hadn’t even been paying attention to Jun’s responses, but you’re not surprised when you hear him groan and grind in you as deep as he can reach. His own climax floods your insides with his seed once again. It perfectly fills you up and coats everything with a white sheen. You both still in the aftermath of your releases, simply basking in the glow. The arm behind your head angles its hand to gently caress your face while he places soft kisses to the blooming marks on your chest. The satisfaction of being cared for both physically and emotionally by this man lets the afterglow shine even brighter and you can’t help but smile and nuzzle your own face into his hair as much as you can. 

He hums at your breath on his head. He removes his lips from the marks he left to kiss all along your face. From your chin to your jaw to your cheeks to your forehead. The feeling has you giggling at him and squirming slightly. You’re enjoying yourself and his kisses until he stops. 

Suddenly, he pulls out and thrusts into you again, your squirming having turned him on once more. Insatiable, is he? You yelp in surprise as he sits upright once again and drags your by your thighs closer to him. 

“Jun-!” 

Before you know it, he’s flipped you over onto your stomach, sliding his way back into your drooling hole. You don’t even have the time to complain before one of his hands presses you down into the mattress by your shoulder. You can practically hear the stupid smile on his face when he speaks. 

“Heh, sorry again.” 

He begins thrusting, immediately going for a faster pace than earlier. How many times is he going to go? How many times are both of you going to finish? There’s no answer in sight, knowing him, he’ll keep on going and going until he can’t anymore. Until both of your bodies give out from exhaustion and you both just brace yourselves for when it’s time to go again. 

Well, you might as well enjoy the ride until you break then, huh?