Contents: masturbation, sub!svt, Mommy kink, fingering, slight breast play, light bondage, unprotected sex
Note: it’s been a hot minute since I posted. I’ hope you’re all doing well <3
You shifted slightly, sparing a quick glance at Jun who was sleeping next to you on the couch. His ear twitched a little and he pawed at the air with his hand as he dreamt. The end of his tail flicked from where it was lying along the floor. He looked wonderfully peaceful during this afternoon and you were grateful for it.
Your gaze shifted back to the text on your phone, the erotic story that you were reading as he slept. It was not your wisest decision. Jun’s nose was incredible. If he woke up he would know in an instant. You already knew he could smell when you were worked up. And you weren’t planning on being caught off guard by him like he often tried to.
This wasn’t exactly planned either. You had simply landed on the story and got drawn in. And you certainly weren’t opposed to the erotic parts of the story, but it wasn’t exactly smart to continue reading, getting wetter and wetter and knowing it would drive Jun a little nuts if he woke up and you just wanted to keep reading.
Then again, making him wait did have it’s fun.
You kept reading, finger lazily scrolling every few moments as you reached the bottom of the text. You shifted, pressing your thighs together a little more as you mind got more and more lost in the story again.
You barely noticed the jingling of the bell that hung off of Jun’s collar. Fairly enough, it let out a pretty jingle every time he moved, and he wore it all the time, so you were used to the sound. It also sounds when he was resting and sleeping at times.
You did notice the second jingle because it was accompanied by a sudden shift in the couch as Jun sat up, ears twitching and searching for the sound as he looked around, startled awake by his own bell and looking very confused. It would have been funnier if you weren’t trying to hide your phone quickly without looking suspicious.
Jun blinked, looking around the room before he put together where the sound had come from, bringing a hand up to his bell before looking at you, seeming to calculate something.
“Did I wake myself with the bell again?” He mumbled.
“Mhm,” you said as lightly and calmly as you could.
He regarded your awkward pose and the lack of anything in your hands. “And what have you been doing?”
“I- uh-” You had stuffed your phone under your leg lest he try and grab it from you and see what you were up to. But you didn’t have a good answer to what else you could be doing? Did he not smell it? He must have. Unless it wasn’t as strong as you thought? Were you less turned on than you thought you were?
“I- Tv. I was watching TV. The show ended and I was just relaxing.”
Jun looked between you and the TV, clearly not fooled. He seemed to look past you for something before looking at the side table next to him and snorting.
“And you didn’t need the remote?”
“Ah-” you said quietly. This lie was less convincing by the minute.
Jun sat up a little taller before shifting close to you and nuzzling his face into your neck, arms wrapping around your waist. You stiffened a little as he breathed in deeply, tail flicking. He knew, he definitely knew.
“What do you want to do now?”
Your brain was turning, trying to figure out his plan. Was he playing with you? Maybe he was still sleepy?
“I think I’ll just take a nap,” you said calmly. The burning heat between your legs was still drawing much of your attention and if you got away from him you might be able to take care of it without bothering him.
“Can I join you?”
You did the best to hold back the suspicion from your expression as you regarded his innocent one, ears perked up and curious.
“You just woke up.”
“Can’t I cuddle with you?” He pouted.
You let your lips tug into a half hearted smile. “Of course you can.” Now you were sure he was messing with you. He must have been feeling playful, wanting to see if you’d just tell him your plans or go along with it.
You took his hand and headed down the hall. Were you giving him too much credit? Was he really being mischievous or was he sleepy or not smelling the scent. Maybe his nose was stuffy and he just wanted to be close to you. And here you were suspicious of him.
“Do you think you’ll sleep again?” You asked, trying to sound casual as you climbed onto the bed, grabbing a blanket to pull over you both.
“Maybe,” he hummed. “You know I get sleepy when we cuddle.”
You hummed in response as you rolled onto your side and Jun pressed up against your back, his tail wrapping around to hang lazily over your hip. You pulled the blanket up as he nuzzled into the back of your neck, purring softly and hugging you close.
You held in your sigh as you tried to get comfortable. The warmth of Jun wrapping around you was unfortunately doing nothing but making you needier. He was warm and smelled comforting and as much as it would be nice to sleep you were just finding yourself wanting some kind of touch.
Clearly you needed to learn to leave erotica reading for the night time.
You pressed you thighs together, shifting a little but there was no way you could really move without him noticing. Instead, you listened to him breathing, the low purring going silent and you let him cuddle with you until you were fairly certain he was asleep.
Slowly you reached a hand between your legs. You weren’t quite bold enough to push it into your leggings but anything would be better than just laying here for an hour thinking about it.
And the little bit of friction you got as you started to rub your fingers in circles was much needed.
You spread your legs just a little bit, not enough to wake Jun but it gave you the slightest bit more access. Sparks of arousal ignited inside you and you pressed your lips together, exhaling through your nose instead of letting out a sigh.
You wanted more. Doing this was only going to make you want more but you had gotten yourself into the predicament. If he kept sleeping you might be able to get off before he woke up and he would truly never know. And there was some sense of pride at the idea of having tricked him and his nose.
You let out an exhale, moving your hips slightly. You were still listening to hear if Jun woke up but second by second the arousal was clouding your thoughts, his warmth and his comforting smell soothing you more and lulling your brain into more comfort. You barely registered the squeeze of his hand that had been resting on your hip.
But you did notice the kiss he pressed to the back of your neck.
You froze as Jun moved his hand, wrapping it around your waist as he kissed you again, a whine in his throat.
“Did you lie to me, mommy?” You could hear the pout in his voice but there was an edge of playfulness. At the same time the title sent a rush of arousal down your spine.
“Of course not, kitten,” you said, keeping your voice as even as you could while discreetly moving your hand, wondering if he’d noticed where it was or if he had simply smelt it.
Jun’s hand caught yours by the wrist as he kissed up your neck, closer to your ear.
“You did, didn’t you? You don’t want my help?” He was teasing you now and you were starting to wonder when exactly he had clued in.
“I didn’t need to bother you when you were resting so sweetly.”
You pressed your lips together, suppressing the gasp that tried to force it’s way past as Jun flipped you onto your back, pressing you down into the mattress. His ears twitched as a slight grin tugged at the corner of his lips. You were determined to not let onto how much he was catching you off guard.
“I could smell you when I woke up from my nap,” he purred.
“Why didn’t you say anything, kitten?” You cooed sweetly. So he had been messing with you this whole time. “Did the scent get to you?”
His expression didn’t change but there was a slight blush that started to dust his cheeks. “I just wanted to play with you,” he said. “Teasing is fun.”
“Only if you follow through,” you said pointedly, noticing the way he was subtly shifting his thigh between your legs.
“Do you want my help, mommy?” He teased, a smirk tugging at his lips.
“It seems like you’re already planning on it,” you hummed, wrapping your arms around his neck.
Jun grinned at you, leaning down and bringing his lips to brush against yours, tail shifting with a flick. “You tried so hard to hide it from me,” he purred. “So maybe you don’t need me then.”
“I’m not going to turn you down, kitten,” you murmured, trying to pull him in for a kiss, but he slipped past you, kissing your cheek and then ducking down to kiss along your neck.
“Do I need to remind you why it’s more fun to play with me?” He giggled.
You knew he was testing you, and maybe he was being a little too cocky. But his playfulness was also so much fun. Enough that you were willing to let him push the boundaries, if just a little.
“You’re welcome to try,” you hummed with a smirk.
You could see from the flick of his tail, the way his ears twitched and how his hand gripped your waist a little tighter that he took it as a challenge. His lips moved along your neck in kisses that just edged on neediness. You let your head fall back fully against the pillows, giving him all the access to your neck that he wanted.
Jun’s lips kissed lower along your collarbone as his fingers started to push past the waist of your leggings. You opened your legs just a little more for him, sighing at the contact that you sorely needed. His fingers were quick to slip into your panties, sliding through your folds and gathering your slick. He couldn’t stop the mewl from falling off his lips.
“Of course,” he mumbled, pressing closer into your neck as his fingers started rubbing circles into your clit. “I knew, I just…”
“You poor thing, kitten,” you cooed. “Trying to prove something but you’re already so affected.”
Jun pulled his face away from your neck. He moved to hover over you, drinking in your expression as he slid his hand lower before sinking a finger into your core. You sucked in sharoly at the feeling, gripping his shoulders a little tighter. Even though his gaze was a little hazy, a grin was tugging at his lips.
“I can still think,” he purred. “I still know what I’m doing.”
“Are you sure, kitten?” You grinned, not letting away how good the curling of his finger was feeling.
But that didn’t stop the gasp from escaping your lips as he pressed closer, curling his finger faster, changing the angle to hit just the right spot. The smirk on Jun’s lips got wider and his tail flicked playfully in the edge of your vision before you closed your eyes to avoid his gaze, basking in the pleasure instead.
“I think you’re the one that’s affected, mommy,” he teased.
“Aren’t I supposed to enjoy myself?” You said, a hint of breathiness in your voice.
Jun dropped his lips next to your ear.
“Of course, but you were teasing me for being affected. “ He purred. “But I can tell how much you like it, mommy.”
You simply hummed in response, working on keeping your composure instead of finding a witty response. Each curl of his finger sent a rush of pleasure through your body. You did your best to hold your hips still, keeping your breathing more even and tangling your fingers into his hair.
Even as he pressed a second finger into your heat and moved more quickly. You let out only quiet sighs and you could tell from the way he started to kiss at your neck and his thumb found your clit, rubbing messy circles as he fingered you, that he was fighting for more of a reaction. It was simply too much fun making him work for it, maybe even beg you to moan for him.
“You don’t need to say anything,” he purred in your ear.
“Hmm?” you responded in as much of a relaxed manner as you could muster.
“I can tell,” he giggled. “You smell so good, mommy. And it just keeps getting stronger. I can feel it every time you clench around my fingers.” You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to ignore the way you clenched in response to his words. “You don’t even have to say it and I know how well I’m doing.”
“I’m glad you could infer that, kitten.” You said, tone even but voice breathy.
Jun pulled back and you heard his mischievous giggle as he twisted his fingers and presumably watched your hips buck slightly. The rushes of pleasure from each movement of his fingers were heavenly and you could already feel the tightening starting in the pit of your stomach.
“Aren’t you going to look at me?” He purred.
You forced your eyes open to see him, swallowing back your moan as his free hand slipped under your shirt and started to push it up.
“Don’t you want more, mommy?” He asked.
“You can do whatever you’d like, kitten.” You smiled. “You’re the one with something to prove.”
You knew he wanted you to ask for it. And you could. But the slight frustration on his face, the pout that tugged at his lips was all too entertaining. You weren’t about to let him have that much control.
Jun seemed to think for a moment, his fingers slowing a little but also moving just a little more roughly. His ears flattened for a moment before perking up again.
“Well if I can choose,” he hummed, pulling his fingers from your core. You held in your whine at the loss of contact, instead slowly propping yourself up on your elbows as he sat back on his knees. He slipped his fingers into his mouth and closed his eyes as he moaned. You shifted your hips a little, debating on slipping your own hand back between your legs but deciding to wait and see what he was thinking.
Confusion knitted your brows as Jun climbed off the bed and went to rummage in the closet, tail swaying happily. “Wait, where are you going?”
“It’s a surprise,” he giggled. You couldn’t help but laugh at his excitement. He took something and hid it behind his back as he came back to the bed. You didn't manage to see what it was before he was pressing you back into the bed, his lips finding yours in a heated kiss. You felt his hands pushing up your shirt, then breaking the kiss just long enough to pull your shirt off before returning to kisses as his hands slid under you.
You let him undo your bra and pull it off. His hands slid down to your chest only for a moment before travelling along your arms and grabbing your hands. The sweetness of the action surprised you for a moment, but only a moment before he pressed them above your head, holding them with one hand while his other grabbed something.
“Ahh,” you grinned against his lips as you felt the fabric of a scarf against your wrists. “Is your plan to tie me up, kitten? Do you think that’s how you’ll get what you want?”
“I don’t want anything,” he grinned, wrapping the scarf around your wrists.
“Of course,” you hummed against his lips. “You want for nothing but to make me feel good, right?” Jun pulled back just a little to look at you. “You’re not trying to get me to say anything.”
A slight pink flushed up Jun’s cheeks. He liked playing at control but you were still in charge and he knew it.
“N-No,” he stumbled slightly over his words. Before you could respond he pressed in closer to kiss you again, pulling his hands away and down to your chest. You pressed up into his touch, enjoying the sensation.
Jun got lost in the kisses, fingers rolling your nipples between them. You let out sighs into the kisses, feeling the sense of impatience but enjoying how Jun felt on top of you and the way he played with your chest. You grinned against his lips at the mewl he let out when you pressed your thigh up between his legs, feeling just how hard he was.
“You’re needy aren’t you, kitten,” you teased.
“I’m fine,” he breathed. “It just feels good.”
You ground your hips up, drawing a moan from him. “Are you sure you don’t want me to make you feel good, kitten?”
Jun pulled back in response, ears flicking as his hands pulled away from your chest. You watched him as he pulled off his shirt, drinking in the view of him and noting the cute blush on his cheeks and flicking of his ears. Your attention was drawn down his body as he pulled off his sweats, biting your own lip at the site of his cock, hard against his stomach as he pushed off his boxers. You felt the rush of arousal through you but only felt smug when Jun couldn’t hold back his own whimper.
“You poor thing, kitten,” you cooed. “You’re all needy.”
Jun took a deep breath, ears flicking up, before he pounced over you, bearing down on top of you suddenly. You managed to hold in your gasp, but still bit down on your lip hard to hold in your moan as he started to ground his cock slowly through your folds.
“You’re a good actress, mommy,” Jun purred against your lips. “But I know how needy you are.”
Your own grin wavered just a bit at his own unwavering confidence. “Does it matter when I’m not the one one the verge of falling apart?” You managed.
Jun leaned in closer, nipping at your ear. A small gasp slipped past your lips as he pushed into you smoothly. “We both know how fragile your composure is, mommy,” he purred. He finally drew a moan from your lips by giving you a hard thrust of his hips. “It doesn’t matter if you seem together when you’re just about to break.”
You let out a breath that was far shakier than you expected or wanted as you let your eyes fall closed. He was right even if you weren’t going to say it out loud. You didn’t want him feeling so cocky, even if it was only turning you on more. Your thighs squeezed in around Jun’s hips as he ground into you slowly, pressing wet kisses along your neck.
Your wrists twisted in their confines as you soaked in the slow waves of pleasure from his movements. They weren’t enough to get you off but they felt so good. You managed to hold in most of your sounds but it was no use when he gave you another hard thrust.
“Fuck,” it slipped past your lips before you could catch it.
“Did that feel good, mommy?” Jun questioned, though his own voice was rough with lust now too.
“It always feels good with you,” you said breathily, knowing that wasn't the answer he wanted.
Jun’s hands gripped your hips before he started fucking into you roughly. You threw your head back as waves of pleasure rushed through you, legs tightening around him along with your whole body as you started to chase your high. You couldn’t keep the moans off your lips, though Jun couldn’t hold in his mewling either.
But as quickly as he started, he stopped, returning to his slow grinding into your core. You gripped the scarf restraining your hands tightly, back arching off the bed as you let out a huff.
“Did you want more, mommy?” He teased.
“Whatever you’d lik-” You stopped as Jun grabbed your jaw, tilting your face to look directly at him. The intensity of his gaze was melting you and you couldn’t help the whine that fell from your lips as he gave you another hard thrust.
“Stop lying, mommy,” something in his tone had you clenching around him, squeezing in your thighs and mind clouding with how close you were, how good it felt when he fucked you properly. How much you wanted it. “I can smell how much you need me. I can feel you clenching around me.”
“I-I” your voice faltered as you tried to find words to counter him but your mind was no longer working.
Jun smirked. “Do you need me to fuck you harder, mommy?”
“Yes.”
You finally let the word fall off your lips, the smugness evident in his grin. But within seconds you no longer cared as he dug his nails into your waist, holding you tightly as he started to fuck into you roughly.
Your back arched off the bed and your fingers wrapped tightly around the scarf that was tied around your wrists as curses fell from your lips. Each thrust of his hips sent a burst of pleasure rushing through your body. You felt the tightening in the pit of your stomach as your eyes squeezed shut.
Jun’s face dropped down towards your neck, low groans meeting your ears. Each sound he let out only sent shivers down your spine. Low murmurs left his lips.
“You f-feel so good,” His voice was low and breathy and his grip tightened even more on your hips. The last of his composure had also slipped away as he chased his high, already driven wild from your smell and spending so much time getting you worked up.
You thighs squeezed in around Jun’s sides, muscles tightening through your whole body as broken words about how good it felt made it past your lips. The sounds of your own moans mixed with his in the air bringing you right to the edge of your orgasm.
Jun’s hips stuttered as he let out a high mewl. He pressed his face against your neck as he released deep inside you. He kept his hips moving, whines leaving his lips as he tried to bring you to your high as his body shuddered.
You clenched hard around him as you finally came, crying out his name as every inch of your body released. An ocean of pleasure washed over you, stealing your breath and leaving stars bursting behind your eyelids.
As you started to come down from your high, Jun reached up tiredly and undid the scarf, letting your hands free. A deep, rumbling purr came from his chest as you wrapped your arms around him and started to brush your fingers through his hair.
“You did so well,” you murmured sleepily.
Jun hid his face in your neck as much as he could. “It was okay?”
“It’s always good,” you hummed reassuringly. “You always make me feel good, love.”
He nuzzled against your neck. “Shouldn’t I be comforting you?” He mumbled.
You chuckled. “You can get as cocky as you want. But we both know who’s in charge, kitten.”
Have you noticed that when Misha or Danneel look at Jensen, they wear identical expressions! And when Jensen looks at Misha or Danneel (both if they’re in the same room, I bet) he also had the same face!
It’s like Jackles has a closet of personas that he reserves for certain occasions and there’s a secret hidden compartment that is only for Mish and Dee.
And Misha and Danneel are just the same soul split into two bodies, hence the twin Jensen-faces. ❤️💙
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absolutely, couldn't agree more, and it is honestly above all else very heart warming!!
King’s class got out a little early today, they had an exam and everyone had finished and turned it in, so the teacher dismissed them. His afternoon class was cancelled, so King was at a bit of a loss as to what to do. He wandered through the courtyard of the Engineering faculty, trying to decide if it was worth waiting for Bohn and the others to finish with their classes, or just to go home.
That’s when he spotted Ram. The junior was standing with a couple other students from his year. It looked like the two other juniors were doing a lot of talking. Seeing the perfect opportunity, King approached the trio and smiled, greeting them all. “Hey, how are you doing? No class?”
The two students King didn’t know well both raised their hands in wai, greeting him respectfully. King barely had time to wai back politely before Ram grabbed his wrist. A little surprised he turned to look at Ram.
The wide-eyed stare of the young man told him, immediately, that Ram wasn’t comfortable. The other boys were talking, though, answering the question he asked, so King had to return his attention to them, lowering his arm but not pulling out of Ram’s grasp. The grip was tight.
“We just got out of class, Phi, and were trying to decide where to go for lunch.”
A quick nod and smile was given to the boys, “Ohh, I see. The canteen is always a good choice when you don’t know where else to go,” King offered easily, then turned back to the junior squeezing his wrist. “Ram. Are you ready to go over that homework we talked about?”
There was no homework, at least none they had talked about recently. The slight raising of King’s brow and the little smile on his lips, however, told Ram it was his escape. The quiet young man took the offer and nodded enthusiastically.
“Great, let’s go.” King nodded off in the direction he had come from, then looked back at the other two students. He gave them a winning smile, “You two enjoy your lunch, please allow me to steal your friend away.”
“Of course, Phi!” One of the juniors said. “See you later, Ram.”
King watched as Ram gave them a sort of uneasy nod, then turned to start walking away. He still hadn’t let go of King’s wrist, though, so the senior was dragged along, stumbling for the first few steps. “Ey, ey,” King called as he regained his footing, “I’m coming, don’t worry.”
Ram glanced over at King and slowed his pace just a bit. He didn’t let go of King’s wrist, however he did loosen his grip so it wasn’t quite as much of a death grip.
“I guess you got stuck and didn’t know how to get out of the conversation, huh?” King said, knowing he wouldn’t get a verbal response. The sidelong glance from Ram was answer enough. “Mm, then you saw me and hoped I’d swoop in and rescue you.”
The way he phrased it made Ram glare at him, lips in a flat line. King just laughed when he saw the face.
“What are seniors for, if not to help their juniors out, right?” King shrugged, a cheeky smile on his lips and a sly glance towards Ram. “Lucky for you I got out of class early today. We had a test. I studied half the night for it, I think I did very well. Anyway, my afternoon class is cancelled so I’m free. If you do have any homework you want to look over, we can. Or we can go get lunch somewhere.”
King rambled on, at some point he began swaying his arm as he walked, and Ram swayed his arm right alongside. It was a bit like holding hands and walking together, though the younger man’s hand was still on King’s wrist. This had become a thing they did and King decided he liked it.
Since Ram had one hand on King and the other held his bookbag, he wasn’t able to text a response to any of King’s questions or suggestions. Not that King ever really expected a response from Ram, he just always hoped and waited for the times when Ram would decide to speak. Today was one of those rare moments he was rewarded with a few words.
“Thank you,” Ram said in one of the moments when King stopped speaking.
King jerked his head around to look at Ram, eyes lit up in excitement.
“For helping me.” Ram added, then glanced away.
There was no stopping the bright, beaming smile from lighting up King’s entire face. “You’re welcome. I don’t mind helping you out of situations like that. Plus, it means I get to spend time with you.”
Ram looked over at King’s smiling face and found himself smiling as well. He brushed his thumb over the inside of King’s wrist, ever so slightly, and neither of them mentioned anything about it. They both just kept walking together, King chatting away, and Ram listening to every word he said.
You and Jenna were like peas in a pod. Inseparable. The two of you had been dating for a little less than a year now. You didn't really know and didn't make a big deal of keeping track. Tonight was a quiet night for the most part that was until you received a text from your partner •Come over. I really need your help ; )• You stared at this text for a moment. Could you deny Jenna your company? No. No you couldn't -🐑 (1/?)
