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tarjapearce · 9 months

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Okay but…

Miguel’s on a mission, Gabi and Benji are out of the house, leaving mommy alone for some me time, that she spends with her hand down inside her panties.

She gets so into it, moaning and bucking (it’s been a bit since the two of them had done anything) that she doesn’t notice Miguel had entered the house….

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Well, yeah. Mama deserves a me time too 🥴🥴 Smut undercut. Lil bit of Dom! Miguel.

Times like these would suppose a relaxation period for you. You could go shopping, treat yourself with something, you deserved it. Being a mother wasn't exactly easy, and it was kinda rare when you had time for yourself cause one way or another, you'd be worrying over your role.

Miguel was at work, the kids were out. Gabi in her soccer practice, and Benjamin at Peter's playing with Mayday some board games. And you... You just sighed.

Boredom often lived in your head whenever you had nothing to do. You always needed to have your hands busy, house was already clean. An idea popped in your mind. Your feet took you to the bedroom, and you scourged through that special little drawer that hadn't seen the light in months.

Pulling out a key, you unlocked it, revealing neatly folded lingerie, along some little toys. A bullet like discreet vibrator, a couple of lubes, a small bdsm kit you still hadn't opened yet, since you wanted to use it with Miguel. And of course lingerie you still hadn't the confidence to wear.

But it was your chance. Since none was home, your clothes were discarded, and you tried the first one. Red Baby doll with an electric blue g string. It barely covered anything, and you could see your nipples through the red mesh fabric. Miguel said it was one of his favorites because of how bouncy your ass looked back in the dressing room.

Ah, your husband. You still wondered how such a fine and grumpy man had snatched you away for himself. He was hot, undoubtedly, but his way of carry on things were the actual spark that made you want him. The way cursing words flew out of his mouth in that rich spanish, made you swoon.

Thighs rubbed together upon you remembering how possessive and angry he was. How delicious his anger felt between your legs, how big he was to the point of you feeling he was swallowing your body like a black hole.

Your mouth sighed.

The next set was just a little butterfly thong with the crotch open, perfect for a good rile up. The butterfly design in the back cupped your ass gently. It was kind of curious and funny, how well he knew your body. Cause every set you tried just enhanced your body shape. Your nipples went hard at the sudden though of him, touching you, exploring your body, your hands trailing over where he would.

Light pieces of clothing rolling off thighs and torso. You laid on the middle of the bed, legs spreading, heat pooling at the soft caresses your hands delivered. God, you wished he'd be here. You'd certainly give him a show, but the only thing you could do was to wait for him to arrive home. Hands rubbed your inner thighs.

It was unavoidable to not think in that night, you liked when he was angry, cause his cock reached places you didn't know you could feel and get pleasure from. His hands had folded you in half, and you rubbed softly at your clit. Dragging slow lazy circles on it.

You loved every time he knocked the air out of your lungs, sheathing inside you, and stretching your insides, that as he said; were made specially for him.

Your legs trembled as your slit squished, slick in your need. One of your hands toyed with your breast, twirling your nipple between your fingers, as the other kept stimulating around your clit, teasing yourself. Just like Miguel would.

Whining, you smothered your legs together, edging yourself, trying to make it last. You breathed as heat spreaded through your body. If he was here, he'd be eating you out like a starved man.

But he wasn't.

Another needy whine. If he was here he'd surely be massaging your insides with his fingers, luring a wet orgasm from within. But again, He wasn't.

Your rubbings were desperate, your other hand squeezed your breast. But there was nothing that actually matched him. Not even the toys you had. Sure they were fun, but feeling him, going deep inside, his back flexing at the exertion, you scratching him, felt too real, too good and definitely you were needing it.

"Having fun?" The reason of your current desperate state leaned against the doorframe, watching with hazy eyes the scene unfolding before him.

"M-Miguel-"

"Shh. No te dengas." (Keep going)

He laid down, next to you, a look you knew all too well. He cupped your cheek softly and kissed your forehead.

"Hands off"

"But I'm-"

"Sin. Manos." (Hands off)

His tone firm, as he sat before you to take a better look of what he just provoked. Hands rested on your side, breathings erratic and needy. Legs weak

"That bad huh?" He shook his head with a smirk

"I need to..." You swallowed and tried to pull him to you, but he shook his head.

"No, no." You whined and plopped on your elbows, supporting your torso on them.

"Open up." He commanded and your hand went immediately on the outer folds, a little squish as you parted them with your fingers.

He hummed in approval. His thumb ghosting over your tiny bundle of nerves, but removed it before you could lift your hips and make any sort of contact, a smug smile in his lips

"Tócate" (Touch yourself)

Your nimble fingers stroked your own flesh, fast and a little too rough, trying to seek that heat you were melting into before he arrived.

"Hands off" You whined in frustration, but obeyed.

"Stop teasing!" Your voice at the verge of tears

A light slap on your soaked pussy shut you up, your hips bucked and you whimpered.

"Again. Touch yourself. Pero hazlo lento." ( Do it slowly)

The soft friction in your folds curled up your toes, fingertips dragged slow circles, his hands spreaded you a bit further, giving him a full view of you.

"Así, muy bien, preciosa." (Like that, very good)

You groaned, the pooling warmth spreaded through your body. Your free hand covered your mouth but he tapped it away.

"¿Quieres parar?" (You wanna stop?) You shook your head, fingers still caressing your clit. You had recognized the little threat in his tone.

"Then fucking do as you're told, open up. Need to hear you."

Your fingers left the caress away and once more you spreaded your flesh for him. He licked his lips at the sight. Your body trembled, the edging chipping your patience away. Two of his fingers dipped in, earning a shaky moan.

"M-Miguel!"

You croaked as he moved them ever slowly inside you. your hips bucking on his hand but he stopped.

"No." He warned and you stilled.

"Goddammit Miguel, please!"

Another light slap on your pussy, this one sent electric jolts through your legs as you sobbed.

"¿Qué te dije?" (What did I say?)

"No" You whispered, holding the sheets tightly, he was torturing.

"Again."

You shook your head and he frowned

"Uno" (One)

Still no hands on yourself.

"Dos" (Two)

Your hands went to your cunt again, he smirked

He guided your two fingers inside your pussy. The intrusion sending a little chill down your spine.

"Despacio" (Slow)

He warned as he pushed your fingers in and out, you followed, matching his speed. You cooed as he kissed your temple

"Un poco más rápido, preciosa" (A little faster)

His hot breath fanning over your ear and neck, your hand obeyed. The heat was on again, a knot forming in your lower belly. Moanings turned into breathless 'Oohs' and 'aahs' that escaped your lips at every chance they could

"Más adentro, mi amor." (Deeper, baby)

Your fingers were as deep as they could, reaching that sweet spot he loved bullying his cock into.

"No pares, preciosa" (Don't stop)

His voice didn't help. His lips nipping your earlobe, didn't help.

"Miguel" You voice an octave pitch higher. You were close. Breath caught on your throat as the imminent bliss loomed over you, stalking it's way to the brink.

"¿P-Puedo? ¿Por favor? " (Can I? Please?)

"Claro que sí, mi vida. Vente para mi." (Of course darling. Cum for me.)

Your spine finally arched as fire licked you raw. Your toes curled up, insides spasmed, you almost forgot how to breath for a moment. Fingers trapped in the contractions of your inner muscles, slowly releasing them. He licked them clean and then kissed you, a loving smile plastered in his face.

"Good girl."

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oilivia · 3 years

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"worth the wait" - w/ Gojo

a/n: this ended up much longer than i intended to, but after watching the new JJK op Gojo was the only thing on my mind. no beta and smut after the cut. hope you’ll enjoy it and reblogs are appreciated!

pairing: Gojo x fem reader

tw: teasing, corruption themes, size difference, masturbation, nipple play, knee grinding, multiple orgasms, mindbreak, cum play

word count: 1.9k

You hate that you can’t hate him. You wish you didn’t find his stupid jokes so funny, or the matter-of-factly way in which he says “I’m the best” so attractive. It would all be much easier for you if you could snicker and roll your eyes at his confidence when he’d say “I know you think about me at night.”

Instead, thinking about him at night is exactly what you do. Hand between your thighs, fingers buried in your hole as you get off to the thought of him on top of you, pumping in and out of your tight cunt. You wonder how he’d react if one day you’d reply to his comment with an ‘Yes’. Would he laugh? Would he tease you? Or maybe you’d finally get to taste his lips, to wrap your fingers around his cock.

“What are you thinking about?” you flinch when you feel a hand on your shoulder. “Is it me?” he whispers in a teasing tone, a shiver running down your spine when his hot breath hits your ear. How much of an asshole can he be sneaking up on you like this? Well, fuck it, you think. What’s the worst that could happen?

“And what if I was, Gojo?” There is a short pause and you internally facepalm, maybe confessing it wasn’t such a good idea. But then he laughs and your eyes dart to him.

“So you’re finally admitting it. Took you long enough.” You don’t even get to say a word before his mouth is on yours. With a hand on the back of your head and one on your waist, he’s pushing you until your back is pressed against the nearest wall. He pries your legs open with a knee, pressing it against your crotch and when you whine, he pulls his tongue from your eager mouth with a smirk. “I thought you’d fight back a bit more. But I guess you find me irresistible, huh?”

You feel your skin burning at his words and the way he’s rubbing his knee on your pussy with only a couple of thin layers of clothing separating you isn’t helping. “You’re such a jerk,” you retort, but he just chuckles.

“And you’d like it if this jerk railed you right here?” He gathers both your hands and pins them above your head. Your heart is beating faster, the way he’s towering over you driving you crazy, his luscious lips within inches of yours. You want to give in so badly.

It’s now or never. “Not here,” you whisper, trying to convince yourself as much as him. You’re right in the middle of a hallway at Jujutsu Tech, not the best place to fuck. Not if you don’t plan on finding another job at least. It’s getting harder to hold in your moans the more he’s teasing your covered clit and at this point the spot on his pants that’s pressed on you must be wet as well.

“Hmm, I’ll indulge you since it’s our first time,” he chuckles and picks you up. A few moments later, he gently throws you on a bed “I brought you to my apartment if you’re so shy, though I’d rather have taken you right against that wall.” You know some things about Gojo’s cursed techniques, but still, it never fails to amaze you just how strong it is. Maybe that’s part of the appeal. That, and the few times you had those otherworldly eyes staring down at you.

You don’t have much time to analyze your motivations, not with the man himself climbing on top of you, jacket thrown next to the bed and shirt half unbuttoned. He is going to make you work for it if you want to see him naked. He enjoys seeing the battle within you between your desire for him and your desire to remain unbothered. It amuses him. It’s always fun, making the cool and collected ones lose themselves with lust. Have them crawl to him on their knees. And he knows just how to do it.

“You look so pretty splayed like that on my bed,” he mutters as he runs his hand up your naked leg, leaving a trail of goosebumps from your calf to your inner thigh. “I think we should take these off, they’re drenched,” he coos, tugging down your panties. You whimper when you feel the cold air hit your drooling slit. His lips are closing in to your ear again “And I’m keeping them - a memento of how much you want me.” He loves watching your expressions when he pushes your buttons. It’s easy with you, you respond so cutely to his teasing, so sensitive, so needy. He can’t wait to see how you’ll squirm when he’s fucking you, how your eyes will roll at the back of your head.

“Pervert,” you hiss, but he only chuckles at that. Gojo licks the shell of your ear, hand kneading your breasts. A whine escapes you and you feel the corners of his mouth tug into a grin as he’s planting kisses on your jawline - he’s breaking your defenses, slowly but surely. Why would you be resisting him anyways?

“So you’re into perverts, hmm?” He slips a finger between your wet folds slowly and you moan oh, so prettily for him. “Moaning like this from just a finger, such a cutie. What are you going to do when I put my cock inside you? Good thing the walls aren’t thin.” He pushes in and out of you while he’s lifting your top, planting kisses on your stomach and moving up to your breasts. He frees them from the confine of your bra and latches his mouth on one of your nipples, sucking as he adds a second finger in your cunt. You whine and he relishes the way your walls are sucking in his digits. You’re gonna feel so good wrapped around his cock.

Tingles run through your body. When you do it yourself it doesn't feel nearly as good. But you want more - need more. So when you see him release your nipple with a pop and pull his fingers from your sopping cunt only to stare at you with an impish smile, you can’t help but whine “Gojo, please!”

“Call me Satoru,” he grins “You’re always so formal, even naked on my bed. And please what?”

“Please stop being such a tease and just fuck me already!” Your cheeks are burning up, you can’t believe he’s making you act like such a needy slut.

“All you had to do was ask,” he chuckles, untying his blindfold “I want you to look at me while I make you cream on my cock.”

Gojo’s eyes are just as mesmerizing as you remember and staring into them feels like taking a plunge off a cliff, just to fall into the sky. You bite your lip, you could be so cheesy sometimes. But you can’t stop looking, barely registering the way he takes your hands and places them on his shirt, unbuttoning it with your own fingers and then moving to undo the clasp of his belt.

“Just like this,” he coos, pushing you on your back once he’s done making you undress him. Your eyes widen when you see his cock, fully hard and drops of precum leaking from the tip. “You like it?”

“I-I’m not sure it’s going to fit-”

“We’ll make it fit,” Gojo coaxes, placing your legs on his shoulders and pressing the tip against your entrance. You whine, the way he’s spreading your muscle rim both painful and delicious. Inch by inch he’s stretching your tight walls, your back arching. He’s rubbing against each and every one of your sensitive spots and you’re so close to cumming just by having him enter you. “Oh, look at you, you’re so fucking wet and still so fucking tight.”

He grunts, sheeting himself inside you fully with one deep thrust. He gives you a moment to rest, enjoying the way your walls clench around his length. Gojo had his eyes on you for a while. He saw the way you always hesitated for a second every time he teased you, how you’d fight laughing at his jokes. And how you swayed your hips so alluringly each time you walked away as if spending one more second in his presence would make all your defenses crumble. But he knew it was just a matter of time before you’d fall right into his arms. You were just too cute, too innocent - he had to have you.

“S-Satoru,” you moan his name when he starts moving again. Each thrust is hard and deep and each of them makes the coil in your abdomen tighten. His hands are on your ass, spreading your cheeks. You cry his name over and over. And he just pounds into you, slamming his hips into yours. He isn’t going to be gentle just because you never had a cock as big. He can’t, he’s not that merciful. You’re just too pretty, how you whine and squirm, how your much smaller body shakes when he touches you, when he fucks into you. Your eyes are glazed over, but you don’t close them, no, you’re looking straight at him. Drool is dripping from the corner of your mouth, and slick is running down your thighs.

“You’re such a mess. Such a pretty fucking mess,” he smirks and thrusts harder. Your hands grip the sheets. So desperate, so needy. You need to hold onto something to keep you from bursting. But when he leans on you and his lips wrap around your nipples once more - you can’t hold it anymore. The coil snaps as your mind goes blank, your body frantically trying to pull him deeper inside you, squeezing, milking him.

He’s panting as he keeps fucking you through your high. He’s chasing his own release, trying to decide which part of your body he should mark with his cum. Your bouncy tits? Your pretty face? Or maybe he should just finish inside you and watch as it drips from your well-fucked hole. He’s close, so close. And you’re still cumming - is it the second or the third time? It doesn’t matter.

Pulling out of your velvety walls, he strokes his cock while rubbing your clit. He wants to see you squirming for a little while more. His body jerks and with a grunt he sprays his cum all over your stomach and breasts, a few drops landing on your face as you’re cumming again from the pressure on your clit.

He’d ask you if you’d be able to fuck another man after this, but there was no point. You are so out of it, your walls clenching around nothing and body still shaking - you couldn’t answer him anyway. Gojo will just have to wait until you’re coherent again. He knows you won’t be able to stay away from him anymore, you’ll just be crawling on your hands and knees back to him, begging for his cock. And he’s going to give it to you, he’s going to fuck you in every corner of the school. It seems the wait was worth it.

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mystic-wolf · 3 years

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first time with the boys // karasuno

This is first time with the boys so not all of them are actually first times. You'll know what I mean when you read xhdujdjd.

Daichi

He's your first.

This man is the definition of perfect.

He asks if anything and everything is okay before going ahead with it.

Tells you if its too much or you want to stop to tell him straight away and he will.

He'd strip your body of your clothes and get on his knees to kiss your ankles to your thighs before landing between your legs.

Pulls you to the edge of the bed and puts your legs over his shoulders whilst he eats you out.

He'd get you used to 3 fingers before sliding in. This boy is thick.

He has to stop himself from pushing all the way in when you grab his shoulders and tell him to go slow.

He fucks you so slow and soft and holds you close the entire time.

You dig your nails into his shoulders and cry his name when you cum.

If you say he can cum inside you it would be almost instant otherwise he'd pull out and finish himself by hand and cum across your stomach.

Covers you in kisses and orders your favourite take away before cuddling up in bed in matching pjs.

Suga

You're both little shits tbh.

Happens super early into your relationship as you both have experience.

He'd text you at 3am asking if he could come over. Obviously you said yes.

Pushes you onto your bed and says he's gonna fuck the daylights out of you.

You're both clumsy pulling each others clothes off and accidentally hit him with your elbow. He'd just laugh and kiss your elbow.

You cover his cock in lube and get him to hardness before switching places and pushing him onto his back so you can ride him.

He'd ask if you can turn around so he can see your ass and you'd just laugh and tease him about it before obliging.

He grabs handfuls of your ass and digs his nails in as you ride him.

Definitely gives you words of encouragement and tells you how good you look like this.

You cum at the same time with a string of swears and moans.

Slaps your ass before pulling you off and into a sweet kiss.

Asahi

You're each others first.

This man is so romantic he'd take you out for a fancy meal and then bowling before carrying you home because your hells were killing your feet.

Definitely puts candles and petals on the bedside table.

He unzips your dress and peppers your shoulders in a million and one kisses.

Lifts you off your feet to carry you the tiny distance to the bed and gently lays you down in the pillows.

You two spend nearly an hour just kissing and grabbing at each other in your underwear before he asks if you feel ready yet.

His hands shake when he takes your underwear off and you kiss each one of his fingers to calm him down. God he's so in love with you.

Asks you what position you want to do and what he can and can't do with you. You just pull him into a kiss and tell him to get on with it.

When he fully slides in you just hold each other for a moment, enjoying the feeling of being so close before he starts to slowly move.

You push your hips up to meet his and he'd be a mumbling mess of incoherence, saying how good you feel and how much he loves you and how he won't last that long.

Pulls out and cums on the sheets beside you. He's too far gone to ask if he can cum on your and wouldn't dare try without your permission. He's a good boy.

Eats you out to finish you off and he looks up between your legs when you eventually come to watch how beautiful your face looks.

You get a bubble bath together afterwards.

Noya

You're his first.

He's a mix of excitement and nerves. He's so excited to lose his V to you, he loves and adores you so so much but he's a little nervous because you have so much more experience.

His hands shake when he slides into you and you have to take over.

You wrap your legs around his waist, heels digging into his ass to push him the entire way in.

The noises he makes are bloody sinful.

Noya doesn't last very long, he's so sensitive and the way you tighten around him makes his eyes roll.

His nails dig into your thighs when he pulls out and cums on your stomach.

Super apologetic for coming before you and ends up fingering you to orgasm.

Cleans you up because its technically his mess and then runs you a hot bath and carries you there.

He's an angel.

Tanaka

You're both full of experience and your first time would be a fuel of lust and anger.

He's super flirty with you but too scared to actually ask you out so just teases you until you end up snapping and pulling him into the storage cupboard one day.

You'd call him an idiot and say how annoying he is but shove him against the wall and grab his cock through his shorts and demand he man up and fuck you.

And ofc this man loves a challenge so he'd happily accept.

Probably rips your panties trying to pull them off and spits on his fingers to stroke his cock.

You'd press open mouth kisses against his jaw and neck and suck on the sweat ridden skin whilst you finger yourself.

Picks you up and fucks you against the wall.

His fingertips would leave bruises against your skin from how hard he'd be holding you. And you'd leave bruises against his neck and shoulders from biting so hard to muffle your cries.

He makes sure you cum first before he quickens his movements.

You cling onto him from overstimulation and tell him how good you feel, how much he's stretching you and how you want him to cum in you.

When he does he'd sit you on his shoulders and press your back to the wall so he can eat his cum out your cunt.

And him being the cheeky bastard he is would ask if its the same time next week.

Tsukki

You're each others first.

Neither of you are that nervous, you trust each other with your life. You know Tsukki would never hurt you and he knows you'd stop if he asked.

He's surprisingly gentle with his touches, kissing all down your body and running his fingertips up and down your arm.

He'd eat you out and get you to cum first so you're super relaxed and ready for him.

Still burns because he's so big but he doesn't move until you say.

Fucks you in missionary and holds both your hands the entire time.

He definitely calls out your name when he cums inside you and gets all flustered and embarrassed. You just laugh and kiss his flushed cheeks.

You get a shower together to clean up and then watch your favourite movie cuddled on the sofa.

Yamaguchi

You're his first.

He's ridiculously nervous because he has no idea what he's doing and a little scared you'll laugh at him.

You kiss him and reassure him until he stops rambling. And once he gets past the initial nerves he's just so focused on making you feel good.

Trails his fingers across your skin and kisses all your little scars and freckles.

He'd toy with your nipples between his lips and you'd pull a delicious moan from him when you tug on his hair. You do it again and decide its your favourite sound.

Trails his kisses down your body until he reaches your core and drags his tongue across your cunt. Spreads your thighs and laps at your wetness until you're practically dripping onto his tongue.

He asks again if its okay and when you say yes he slides in with the most pathetic moan you've ever heard from him.

Can't keep his pace and stutters slightly because of how good he feels.

You eventually tell him to lie on his back and you take control, riding him and watching his face the entire time.

His eyes are closed and cheeks bright red and his nose is scrunched up a little. Its sinful how good he looks.

He'd cum first and roughly grab onto the sheets as he arches up into you.

You'd keep him inside you, cum slowly dripping out as you frantically rubbed at your clit to make yourself cum.

He'd be getting hard again already at that tbh.

He lets you take the first shower whilst he picks out a movie and pours you both a drink. And he'd carry you to bed once you're dressed like the gentleman he is.

Hinata

He's your first.

Although Hinata's already lost his virginity he's still a bouncy nervous mess when it comes to you.

He wants to make it special but you tell him to not make a huge deal about it and it'll happen when its meant to.

You'd be playing video games late into the night and the kissing would end up going further and further until your lying naked on your back with Hinata above you.

He laughs to cover his nerves but you eventually just kiss him to calm him down.

He'd finger you gently and get you mewling and squirming beneath him before covering himself in lube and pushing in a little too fast.

Way too apologetic and you have to kiss him - again - to shut him up.

Puts your ankles on his shoulders so he can fuck you deeper and you start seeing stars he feels that good.

You tug on his hair and whine at his dirty talk.

Who knew he was this good?

He makes you cum so quick between his voice, thrusts and the thumb against your clit. You dig your nails into his scalp and say how much you love him.

He has a dumb smile on his face the rest of the night.

Kageyama

You're his first.

This man is so dense and has zero idea what he's doing tbh.

You was his first experience with a girl ever so he can hardly believe you've stayed with him for so long.

Straight up just asked if you can take his virginity for him.

Lets you take entire control. He just lays there and does whatever you ask him too regardless of how embarrassed he is.

You suck him off a little to get him wet and rock hard and use a bit of lube to make him feel better. He's scared he'll hurt you cause he's so big but you take him so well.

You ride him and pin his wrists to the bed.

He tries to hide his face in the pillows because he knows how pathetic he looks but you tell him he's gorgeous and love how flustered he is.

He'd free one of his hands to rub your clit and you'd lean down and moan into each others mouth between soft kisses and lip bites.

You arch your back when you cum and whisper out his name which cause him to cum too.

He'd feel super embarrassed afterwards and hide under the covers but happily let your naked body cuddle up against him.

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ohmysparkle · 3 years

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🍃Plug🍃

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🍃 Pairing: Johnny (NCT) x reader

🍃 Length: 2K

🍃 Warnings: Smut, piv, use of recreational substances, sex under the influence

🍃 Note: originally a request on my previous account

Nsfw below!

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How did you end up here?

How did you end up here with him?

Your friend had said, "Oh, lets go have some beers with some friends."

Sure.

Your friend had said "Lets try this!" As she giddily took a blunt from one of the boys in the house. "Want some?"

Sure.

It was, quite literally, a blur form there, and the living area that was strewn with bean bags and cushions at some point became empty. Except for you...

And him. Johhny.

You had seen him before, of course. Sure, you knew his name. Did you have a crush on him? Perhaps. But had you ever been in any face to face situation with him? Not in your wildest dreams.

Yet here he was, and here you were, getting stared down by this gigantic sex god of a man that was in a horny and dreamy daze. Oh goodness, you felt like you were burning. Why was it so hot in here? Why were you feeling so stuffy, like you needed a breeze to cool you down? You had to get out, and away from him before the heat you felt continued to grow and further moistened your panties with the sweat in your thighs and cheeks... or was it -

Shit, you had to go.

And you tried, but he stalks after you with those long ass legs of him.

"Y/n, where are you going?" He asks, and it's the first time he's spoken to you. And... he knew your name.

"I need to get fresh air." You say, and your eyes meet. Sure, both sets are a little reddened but it doesn't stop him from admiring your features, your lashes, your glossy lips. He's never gotten to admire them this close, as he usually would het a distant glance at you when you shared the occasional class or outing with mutual friends. No wonder the following words come out so naturally...

"My room's upstairs. I have a balcony."

And so he takes you, and you feel like your just floating by with him pulling you by your wrist. You hardly acknowledge your surroundings once you're in his room, but he does keep is promise and open a little French door that peeks out to a balcony.

The breeze is welcome, and it blows up your skirt and you can feel that your panties are absolutely soaked.

“You good?” He asks. He’s suddenly standing before you, and you feel small, like you’re standing in his shadow.

You don’t recall who snaps first but his mouth is on yours, and everything feels hot and heavy and drowsy but hypersensitive. His mouth, wet and eager, swallows every little moan you make and he sucks on your tongue and you feel it draw a shiver from the back of your neck to your cunt.

His hand is soon up your skirt, it was sudden but it’s what you wanted - what you needed. And when he cups your mound with his large hand everything seems to fall into place, the kiss deepens, you moan.

“Wait!”

It wasn’t you. It was him.

“Wait...” he says, cupping your face, slightly rousing from his stupor, “we might be high as fuck right now but I need to know you’re ok with this.”

It startles you, it wasn’t just his respect that made your stomach do a flip, but you could see a tenderness in his eyes that surpassed his arousal as he searched your features.

“I... I really want to do this.” You whisper sweetly, and he’s gotten you feeling a little bashful.

You feel like you’re body is floating among waves, but his hands are keeping you anchored.

“I want this too. And I’m gonna make it good... I’m gonna treat you real good.” He says as he guides you to sit down on his bed. He’s almost giddy, he might have been bouncing had he not been mellowed out by the weed.

He kneels on the floor between your legs, and he doesn’t take his eyes from yours as he reaches up the pleats of your skirt to drag your panties down. The fabric is steamy and there is a wet patch - you’d feel embarrassed had he not smiled like a giddy boy at the results of his actions. Once the panties are at your ankles he realizes he hadn’t taken your shoes on and he fumbles as he tries to take it all of, but once you notice the predicament you both shuffle around together to get the shoes and their tricky laces off and a fit of giggles takes over you both.

They’re soon gone; the shoes, the panties, the giggles. His hands rest at your calves. He kisses your mouth one last time before he gently spreads your legs and bunches your skirt up, and he nearly drools at the sight he’s just exposed. What a beautiful cunt, with those pretty, tender lips that look like petals. He reaches to spread them with the pads of his index and middle finger, and he sighs when the brighter flesh inside your hole is exposed, along with those beautiful glossy fluids.

At some point you help his efforts, and your feet are planted on the edge of the mattress, spreading your legs wide open. The way this man looked at your pussy in awe made you feel more confident and sexy than you had in your entire life, it’s like you could feel the sheer energy of you pulling him in, hypnotizing him.

He watches your cunt with determination as he presses a finger to your bud and circles it with the upmost caution. He likes the sound you make.

And you like how he made you feel.

“Are you just gonna stare all day or are you gonna get to work?”

You’re both alarmed by the words that come from your mouth, but they arouse both of you even further.

“Fuck...” he groans, and he goes all in - he buries his face in your pussy without hesitation, gulping at your favor and roughly inhaling your scent. “Fucking delicious.” He says after swiping his tongue all over your labia in one thick stroke. You gasp and the clench of your muscles makes your pussy twitch just the slightest and Johnny swears he could just watch you like this forever.

So he’ll work towards that goal by doing a good job.

His tongue circles your clit, and he spreads your lips with his fingers to make sure he’s getting full access to that pretty nub, making sure he’s focusing his efforts there. Tiny little licks with the tip, just to tease you, and then he lets go so he can roam his mouth all over, up and down every fold, following your lines, sucking on your lips, teasing them ever so tastefully with his teeth.

And finally, finally he sucks the nub, he sucks and you can feel his lips on you and who the texture of his tongue greets you in his mouth. You feel every sensation he causes in your pussy send waves of pleasure all over your body, and at some point you’re threatening to fall backward but his arm hooks you by the waist and you grab on to the other.

At some point you realize the sensation on your hand are his fingers locked with yours. You grip him desperately as you begin to cry out, moan shamelessly, not caring who else is in the house.

He’s moaning too, just from tasting you, and imagining what you’ll both do next.

He feels you come against his face, liquids spewing from your sopping hole on to his face and he presses into your cunt happily to lap it all up. He pulls away and cleans his face with the back of his hand while making eye contact with you, but you’re trembling all over, panting erratically, yet still you cling into him and slowly he guides you to lay back on the bed, legs dangling off the edge and wet pussy exposed.

He kisses your thighs while he waits, nuzzling the soft and bouncy flesh with his face, feeling the softness of them with agains his skin.

“Johnny...” you eventually croak out, languidly.

“Yes, princess?” He replies eagerly.

“Do you have a condom?”

He bounces up to dig into his drawer and tears his clothes off faster than you could even notice. Once he’s completely naked he realizes the bedroom door was open and shuts it before you can see. You’re still blissfully dazed and starring at the ceiling, but as he edges toward you, you lift your head and you’re in awe at his tall frame, all exposed.

He strokes his cock to roll the plastic on him, keeping the wrapper in between his lips before blowing it off.

“Come here...” you say, as you reach out for him and spread your legs again. He falls into your embrace effortlessly.

Johnny kisses you, slowly and sensually, you can feel his cock sandwiched against your abdomen and his.

“I’m gonna fuck you so good...” he promises.

“You’re all talk.” You tease.

Maybe you shouldn’t have teased. When you least expect it you’re both adjusting and he’s pressed his head into you. You’re so wet, so relaxed, it just feels blissful. He pushes in and the feeling his heavenly, your legs jolt and bend. His body is completely pressed against yours, forehead against yours, breaths huffing into each other’s faces. Yeah… this is a feeling Johnny had been thinking about for a while, and it would take him a moment to relish in it.

You roll your hips to coax him further, and before you know it he’s hitting your cervix, you feel him press right there at that barrier inside of you, yet your certain he’s not in all the way. His first thrusts are slow and gentle, but at some point his body is heavy against yours and he rolls his hips with a smack against your thighs each time. You’re legs are wrapped around his waist, your hands roam all over his body, your sight is lost between his sultry eyes and his body and how his cock is impaling you, but he is focused only on your face.

He starts to stretch you further, impossibly further. You twitch each time he hits the limit of your wall. But it’s like your sucking him in deeper and deeper, and you start to feel an uncontrollable buildup.

“Johnny! Faster!” You manage to cry between moans.

You want it faster and harder and more and more and more... you’re reaching that point where you need his hard push to throw you over the edge. You plant your feet on the bed to begin to thrust along with him but he grabs your hips and kneels on the bed, he’s pulling you up in a way you’ve never been manhandled before, your hips raised and feet barely helping support you, and he’s using his hands to thrust your pelvis onto him, fucking his cock on you brutally. Every muscle in his torso and body are burning and the strain is evident in how they all flex.

You’re screaming - you’re screaming like you never have and it’s a mix of curses and his name and incoherent moans. You’ve never felt this, and you don’t want him to stop. At some point your weight collapses into his thighs but that doesn’t stop him, he’s fucking into you wildly.

You’re shaking all over and can’t make out the moment in which it ends. It’s like you blacked out from the bliss, and you only notice the change because at one point Johnny was fucking you and now he’s collapsed on top of you. You’re sure your skirt and the comforter beneath you are soaked with your fluids, and your clothes are drenched with your sweat and his.

He’s drowning you, with his weight, with the feelings. You can’t make a single move because he’s got you pinned down and his cock is anchoring you beneath his body.

“Y/n...” he eventually calls.

“Yes?”

“Would... you like to do that again some time?” You can’t see his face, but his breath shudders against your neck.

“Yes... but I’d also like to do it again now.”

#nct johnny smut #nct smut #nct Johnny

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bobathirstaccount · 3 years

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Hard to Find Someone Like You

Boba x fem!reader, slow burn to smut, some romance, fair amount of plot, Post-Mando 2 Boba

You are a merc serving under Fennec at Fett’s Palace. It’s business as usual until a certain helmet starts tilting in your direction...

Translations:

Keella - Twi’lek for darling

Mesh’la - Mando’a for beautiful

Ayy - Twi’lek name, means star

TW: unprotected sex

***

CHAPTER THREE

 You blinked, paralyzed. Turns out he was giving you a choice. You thought about his fingers.

“Where?”

He nodded, indicating for you to get out of the booth.  ”Come with me,” he walked off towards the exit. You conspicuously followed. You followed him through several corridors until you came to the entrance to his suites. A droid waited outside. It started to speak, but Fett put a hand up, silencing it. You followed him in.

As soon as the door closed, he turned around and grabbed you by the thoat, pushing you against the wall.

He roughly grabbed your ass and wrapped your legs around his hips. He ground into your already sensitive clit. You moaned and arched your back. He moved his hands to your breasts. Ayy’s comments about bouncy tits momentarily popped into your head. You were brought back to the present by Fett’s movement. He had grabbed your upper back and turned away from the wall, carrying you somewhere. You wrapped your legs more tightly around him, moaning and grinding softly as you did.

You were thrown roughly down onto something soft. You peered out into the relative dark. Fett was on top of you before you could register anything. You felt your pants being pulled down. You lifted your hips to assist, which was hardly necessary. Your boots, pants and underwear came off all at once. You shimmed out of your jacket and reached your hands up over your head, pulling off your shirt. Gloved hands ran over your bare chest, making you gasp and your nipples harden. One hand went to your nether regions, rubbing your wet folds. You lifted your hips, cooing softly. One finger entered you, then two. You bucked your hips roughly, wanting more. The other hand squeezed your tit, then both hands withdrew from your body. You propped yourself up on your elbows.

You could make out a silhouette moving, but that was it. Suddenly Fett’s helmet appeared directly over your face. He pet your pussy again, then experimentally replaced his hand with the head of his cock. You spread your legs widely, scared to speak. You didn’t want to change the mood. Fett entered you then, abruptly but gently. You moaned as he stretched you out, a delicious burn making you gasp. He started to fuck you at a moderate pace. You grabbed his shoulders and arched your back, grinding into his thrusts. Before you knew it he had you on the brink of orgasm again. You whined and spread your legs wider, anticipating.

“Should I let you cum, mesh’la?”

You moaned your plea to him. He laughed softly and brought a hand to your clit. Within a few seconds of him rubbing tight fast circles, you came hard, calling out into the dark. You arched your back as your peak rolled through you, pussy clutching at his cock. He moanded and praised you, “Good girl, mesh’la. Cumming for me like that.” He fucked you through your orgasm, then quickly withdrew. You felt him grab you by the neck and pull you up and forward. Before you knew it, he had slapped you in the face with his still hard cock.

“Are you going to thank me, mesh’la?” You took him in your mouth. He pushed in further, gagging you. You recovered and he let you set the pace. He lightly put his hand on the back of your head. You wanted to impress him and so gagged yourself as much as you could stand, taking as much of his length as you could. This seemed to work as he started to groan. His fingers tightened in your hair. He suddenly thrust forward into your mouth, stiffening. You felt his cum in your mouth. You swallowed and licked the head of his cock.

He grabbed your chin with his thumb and forefinger. “Good job, mesh’la,” he said breathlessly.

He dropped his hand and you heard him readjusting his clothing. You started to feel around for yours. You managed to find your top. He got off the bed, standing.

“You can stay here tonight,” you heard him say softly.

“Will you?”  ”No.”  ”Then what’s the point?” You reached around the bed, feeling for anything. You felt your pants and boots hit your body. You felt relief.

“Thank you,” you said into the darkness. But he had gone.

***

You’d slipped out of the bedroom and back to your ship after about 15 minutes of waiting. You didn’t particularly want to run into him in the light right now. You had to process what just happened. Your pussy ached and your legs felt like jelly, but you’d made it back alright.

You reflected on last night early morning at breakfast. You were at the employee café with Ayy, Numa, and a few other dancers. They were chattering about the male mercs and who they might let take them back to their ship. Ayy giggled and looked over to you. Suddenly she was more serious, “What’s wrong, keella? You look stuck in a thought.”

You shook your head, “Just thinking. Do you... never mind.”

Her eyes lit up, “Do I what?” She knew she was on to something juicy by the way you grit your teeth and averted your gaze right away. She pulled on your sleeve, “Girl, you have to girl talk with someone. And that someone is me. You have to tell me. That’s girl code.”

You leaned back, smirking at her insistence. Finally you said, “Later.”

 She sighed and glared at you.

“Promise. Tonight. When we... are alone,” you ended softly so no one else would here you.

She understood then, and turned away from you to re-engage in the conversation at large.

***

True to your word, you had met up with Ayy later that night.

“Well? This is my break so we have 15 minutes for story time.” She put her elbows on the edge of the bar and leaned her chin on her hands.

You took a breath, “No one else, okay?”

She winked at you, “Naturally, love. You know that.” She kicked you lightly, affectionately. “You killed for me, remember?”

You took a sip of your drink, nodded, conceding her point, and then continued. “Do you know what... mesh’la means?” You whispered it as if it were a secret. She smiled at you. “It means beautiful. Who’s calling you that?”

You tried to process this new information. “Fett,” you said, almost absentmindedly. She stilled, staring at you. She knew you well enough to know you weren’t joking. Finally she said, “Oh, Maker.” You were suddenly nervous at her tone. “Keella,” she leaned forward and started to rub your back with her right hand. You felt both alarmed and soothed by this action.

“What?”

“Keella, you are really into it.”

You shook your head. “It was only one time. It was nothing... special,” you lied.

She scoffed, “One time is all it takes to have fucked Boba Fett.”

Someone saying it out loud made you even more uneasy. You swallowed and looked at your Spotchka. She continued to rub your back. You shrugged, “Well it’s done. Guess I just see what happens. Ride it out.”

She eyed you for a moment. “So... How was he really though?”

You slapped her arm, “No! Come on.”

“I always tell you about my conquests -“  ”I don’t ask -“

“I don’t care you still listen, anyway look it’s girl code again. Spit it out.”

You were at a loss. She waited. And waited. Finally you said, “I mean I would do it again... he was...” Ayy leaned forward at your words. You cleared your throat, “It was good.” Your throat dried. She frowned, “Details! Did you suck his cock? How big was it? Did you cum?” You looked at her, aghast. She shook you, “Oh, grow up. You’re no ingenue.”

You frowned, “Okay, okay. I mean... He was big, like maybe the biggest I’ve had.. which isn’t a lot but.. still... and yeah I did suck it and,” you flushed, “I did cum.”

She smiled naughtily at you. “I always thought he’d be a good lay.”

You shushed her and she laughed, “Don’t worry my love. It’s girl code. My lips are sealed. Unless you want to talk more detail-“

You sighed and shoved her lightly. She laughed.

***

The next day you had a slight hang over. You’d been overwhelmed after your conversation with Ayy. What did he have in mind for you? Anything? Did Fennec know? Her actions had been a little suspicious. You couldn’t decide the truth of it. You laid in bed pondering it futilely, missing breakfast. You heard a buzz. Someone wanted entrance to your ship. You slid out of bed, somewhat a wreck. Throwing on a light robe over your naked body, you went to the view screen to see who it was: Ayy. You sighed and went to your cargo bay door, lowering it. She traipsed up it, a baggie in tow, “Breakfast of champions.” She shook the bag, tossing it to you. You caught it with your left hand and motioned with your right. “Come inside. I feel terrible.”

She nodded, walking past you, “You look thrashed. Come on, keella. Let me fix you up.”

You followed her inside, grateful. You forgot to close the ramp.

****  Ayy had made you wash your face with cold water, which had helped a surprising amount. You two were in Daesha’s cockpit, eating your breakfast. You were too sick to eat all of it. You lounged, your feet up on your ship’s controls. Ayy sat languidly in your copilot’s seat.

The hairs on the back of your neck stood up. You tried to jump up and ended up hitting your head on the ceiling. You cursed, then turned to see who it was that had made their way uninvited onto your ship. Your aggravated expression turned to one of submissive meekness.

 Boba Fett stood before you. Ayy turned around slowly, having missed the memo, “Yesss who’s here-“ She stopped short when she saw who the intruder was.

“I came to speak with her,“ he appeared to reply to Ayy.

“Oh, uh, I can go..” Ayy began weakly, her eyes wide.

“Silence.” Fett turned to you. “I need you ready in 15 minutes. Be in the Slave 1 cockpit.”

He was already leaving when you said, “Yes, sir.”

Ayy looked to you, holding her breath. You put your head in your hands. “Oh, Maker. 15 minutes,” you lamented. 

“He’s so terrifying, how the fuck did you relax enough to cum?” Ayy said breathlessly.

You glared at her, then considered. You hadn’t told her about the table and how you were already crazy for him by the time you made it that far. “Well, it was dark,” you said practically. Ayy laughed, “Holy kriff that was horrifying. But also I’m a little turned on now that I know for sure he fucks.” You sighed and tried to finish the rest of your breakfast.

“I mean we could have had a threesome right here.”

“Ayy!”

#boba fett smut #boba x reader #boba fett x reader #boba x you #star wars smut #boba fett fanfiction #boba fett x female reader #boba fett x f!reader

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writemekpop · 4 years

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Elevator (127F) | Kim Jungwoo

Pairing: Kim Jungwoo x Reader

Summary: A dashing stranger in the elevator decides to torment you on your way to work. You're trying to ignore Jungwoo's mischievous tricks, but you're falling for him with every second. Could this be start of something more?

Word count: 1.9k

You trudged through the entrance of your workplace, drenched from the cold morning rain. Today, your mental grouching started earlier than usual – you hadn’t even made it to your floor yet.

“It’s not like I’m really looking for a man.” you thought. “It’s just, would it be such a terrible thing if a guy wanted to be with me for once?” You reached the elevator, groaning as you saw the crowd of workers waiting for it.

“I don’t know why I’m surprised.” you thought, your mental dialogue getting whinier as you squeezed past everyone to the back of the lift. “I haven’t had a good hair day since 2012 and my clothes belong in the frickin’ trash.”

“I think your clothes are great.”

You practically jumped out of your skin at the voice behind you. Oh no. Oh please, no. You must have been speaking aloud again.

You glanced at the mirror, and saw a tall young man squeezed in behind you, a gleeful smirk on his face. He was surprisingly pretty, with creamy brown eyes and a soft wavy red fringe that suited him annoyingly well.

You tried not to be swept away by his looks, even if his long coat did hang off him like a K-Drama star. That was one thing you kept close to your heart – never trust a pretty boy.

“You’re being silly if you think like that.” He whispered. A shiver jolted up your spine as his hot breath tickled your ear. You knew you had to respond by now, to save what little dignity you had left.

“Well, I- I think you should stay out of other people’s business,” you said, your stomach twisting. He hadn’t heard you say you ‘wanted a guy’, had he? You fought the urge to cover your face in embarrassment.

“Well, if you’re that concerned with privacy, I would suggest not broadcasting your opinions to the whole lift,” he teased in a cutesy voice that both made your heart jump and made you want to punch something.

“And also, you have no idea how many guys want to be with you” He said, grinning. Your heart swooned at his words, but you reminded yourself he was probably just joking around. Still, your heart refused to listen, wafting and swooping like paper dropped from a window.

His voice was kind of musical, like a breeze. You were struggling not to squirm at the tantalising touch of his breath. It was like he had noticed how much it affected you and was trying to torment you more.

The elevator stopped at floor 7, bringing your attention to the present. You looked back to see your almond-eyed lift companion making a move to get off.

“Oh thank god” you said. “You do actually work in this building. I was worried you came into this lift just to stalk me,” you teased, trying to hide your disappointment at the thought of him leaving.

“No, I’m not getting off. Wait. You think I actually work here?” he said with such a straight face you did a double-take.

“Wait, you don’t actually work here?” you stuttered. A worrying part of you said that if stalkers looked like that, being stalked didn’t sound so bad.

“I can’t believe you fell for that! Of course I work here,” he said. “If I was a stalker though, you would definitely be my type,” he whispered playfully. You fought the urge to press your hand to your temple. It was definitely getting hotter in here.

A woman with a stroller entered – oh no – squeezing the whole crowd further back. You cringed, forced to press yourself back against your tormentor’s solid form.

You were surprised when you felt the hard planes of muscles that he was hiding under all those clothes. You felt like he must have been able to hear your heart thudding.

You didn’t dare look at the mirror, sure your blushing cheeks would give away your embarrassment.

Wait! You’d forgotten to press the button to your own floor!

You scanned the lift for where the buttons were, but it was an act, because you knew. They were behind you. Exactly where he stood.

You considered giving up altogether and walking up the remaining floors. Anything would beat the prospect of facing that heart-shaking smirk, those soul-melting eyes.

Just when you decided to make your escape from the lift, you stopped yourself.

You were not raised to wilt under the heat of some man’s smile, dashing as it may be. It was your right to take this elevator, and take it you would.

You steeled yourself, and to the huffed annoyance of the people beside you, you twisted your body around to face him.

His lips were a thousand times more perfect up close. That smirk… it made your confidence flicker like a dying lightbulb.

“Would you- press the button for, the um... 35th floor?” you croaked.

“Sorry?” he said, pouting with a playful petulance that looked crazily out of place on his broad form. “I didn’t catch that.”

Your gaze was trained on the stylish check of his coat, but you knew you’d have to brave that perfect face again if you wanted to press the buttons to get to your floor.

You looked up to stare him straight in the eye, raising yourself onto your tiptoes in attempt to lessen the gap between you.

“Please press the button for the 35th floor,” you spoke as loudly as you dared, your voice calm though your heart was a sea of trembles.

To your surprise, he didn’t shy away, or even seem put-off by your firm stare. He gazed deep into your eyes, smiling at you like you were his favourite person in the world.

Before you knew it, you were swirling inside those chocolatey irises, peering through those thick eyelashes and wondering what lay beyond…

It felt good to be looked at like that. Too good.

“But why should I press the button?” he said, swinging you out of your daydream. “The 35th isn’t my floor….” he teased, head tilted to the side, swivelling on his tiptoes in a move that you hated yourself for loving.

Ugh! His games were messing with your head. You reminded yourself that you had to get to work, and your floor was only getting nearer. If only he wasn’t so darn handsome…

You decided to try a new tactic. If he wanted to play games, you could too. A spark jumped in your tummy as you considered what you were about to do.

Bam! You jabbed past him, your hand darting towards the lift buttons.

But before your fingers could reach their destination, he blocked you with his hand, interlacing your fingers together with a devilish giggle.

It should have annoyed you, but his smooth hand in yours set a dangerously warm feeling rippling through your body. You couldn’t help it; you smiled back at him.

You were enjoying this way too much to give up now. So you decided to go for your killer move. While he was still looking utterly pleased with himself, you removed your hand from his grip and started tickling his neck.

It was a risky move – everything swung in the balance. You told yourself it had nothing to do with the idea of having your hands on this sexy guy’s neck.

The tiny gasp that escaped from his lips was cute beyond description. A smile was stretching his cheeks as he wriggled and tried not to draw attention to yourselves.

There was something irresistible about the way he moved, his hushed chuckling even more attractive than his voice.

You must have hit a sensitive spot, because suddenly he erupted with a massive ‘HA!’. His mouth dropped open in surprise.

A hush fell as every face in the lift turned in your direction. A stern-faced woman actually shook her head at you.

You looked back at your accomplice, a hand clamped to your mouth in shock, neither of you quite believing the mischief you had gotten up to.

You both trained your eyes on the ground and stayed still as walls. Your heart quivered in surprise when you saw him subtly press the button for you.

Gradually, your fellow commuters’ voices rose again, allowing you to slowly lift your gaze to the handsome man that stood near you.

His cheeks were flushed beautifully and his bouncy red curls were slightly dishevelled, in a way that suited him too well.

He took you by surprise again, bending down to your level to whisper something. The brush of his lips against your ear was maddening. “After all you’ve done to me, don’t I at least get to know your name?” He straightened up, his doe-eyes wide and serious. If he’d asked earlier, you may have lied, but there was something about him that made you feel like he could see right into your core.

“Y/n” you whispered back, slightly giddy at his closeness. He rolled your name silently around his mouth, like he was tasting it.

Just then, a ping sounded, and the lift shuddered to a halt. You couldn’t stop your face from creasing in disappointment. 35th floor.

He frowned too, just for a split before recovering, his signature coy smile back on his face.

The idea of having to leave this enchanting boy behind made you sadder that you’d expected.

As you walked out of the lift, you were surprised to see him follow you out. “Wait, what are you doing?” you asked, trying to ignore the flutter of delight inside you.

“I’m on this floor too! What are the chances?” he murmured, still close to your ear despite now having the spacious hallway to walk through.

Just before you entered the door to your workspace, you turned to face him. “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name,” you said, aching to keep that heart-wrenching grin in your sight a little longer.

“That’s because I didn’t say it,” he said, his lips pursed into a mischievous expression. He loped round the corner, and just like that, he was gone.

All day, you found it hard to focus on your work. You just couldn’t stop replaying each delicious moment in your head. A warm feeling kept threatening to take over – as if something magical was going to happen.

**************************

The next morning, you practically danced to work, a shiny necklace weighing unfamiliarly on your neck and a rare-worn blouse fluttering at your shoulders.

You stepped into the lift once more, making sure to stand in the exact same spot as yesterday. But, to your dismay, your charming companion was nowhere to be seen.

The lift moved slowly upwards, passing floor 10…20…25.

As the lift rose higher, your heart felt like a slowly deflating balloon. Was yesterday the beginning and the end of your relationship?

Just as you were about to give up all hope, something caught your eye.

A folded red note was stuck low on the lift’s mirror. You gasped as you realised it was the exact shade of red as your lift admirer’s hair.

Your reached over and snatched the note off the mirror. With trembling fingers, you opened the note.

Inside were only four lines, in neat black handwriting.

‘I lied. 35 isn’t my floor, I just wanted to spend more time with you.

(Mine’s actually floor 7)

Coffee?

Kim Jungwoo.”

07587563976

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sweet-little-bird-fanfic · 4 years

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YOUNG K - Pure Desire

Masterlist & Chapters: Check my bio for the masterlist link.

Summary: A young writer that’s struggling with her work until she crosses paths with an intense and fated new type of inspiration; An inspiration called: YOUNG K!

Genre: Fanfic; Romance; Not as smutty as the precious chapters but still hot (っ˘ڡ˘ς)

Warnings: Swearing?

Chapter 8 – Burning Feelings

Young K

“Are. You. Fucking. Kidding. Me?” I thought to myself the whole day whilst trying to stop thinking about her, it was like I was intoxicated and drowning in her. Her lips, her gentle caresses, her touch… I wished she was touching me, I missed her and I wished she was next to me. But she wasn’t. I was at work and I should be focusing on the tracks for the next album, instead of thinking about how precious and burning hot she looked like when she was sucking me off. Exactly, I should definitely be absorbed in work and not be thinking about hot showers or the fact that I almost said I loved her. “What the F-U-C-K. Get a grip.” Yes, I decided to ignore that last subject and disguised it with all the lusty excuses I could find. That was something that wasn’t hard to do since I had a lot of those on my disposable.

Usually, the studio was really loud and there was a lot of movement, but not today. Today, I was alone with my thoughts while Sungjin and Wonpil went to help some trainees, Jae was busy recording some crazy video of his and Dowoon was practising non-stop.

I looked down at my notebook and all I saw was a blank paper filled with distraction and unproductivity. As I leaned my head back on the chair, I felt my back cracking and stretching to the right place whilst my stomach decided to become louder than my tangled thoughts for once. I looked at my phone to check the time and I decided it was late enough to call it a day.

In one of our million exchanged text messages, Violet had mentioned a food stand near the JYP building that she was addicted to, she told me she would go there every time when she had to meet her brothers near their working hours. “Waiting for them to finish work with an empty stomach is torture! Plus, that lady cooks tteokbokki like no one else! She’s the best”, since she texted me that I’ve been curious to check it. And what a better way to stop thinking about her, other than going somewhere she loves? Great idea. So, I gathered my things and went to meet Dowoon before leaving.

When I opened the door of the practice room, I saw our cutie maknae sweating and lost in his beats.

- Hey there, are you hungry? – I asked him looking for some company to share a meal.

- Oh, I’ve just eaten a snack. I’m really feeling it, right now! – Dowoon said as he jumped around on his seat and made some sweat drops fly around from his hair.

- Alright! You keep it up. I’m going to head out and get something to eat. When the others get done, go home with them. I’m going to walk around for a bit.

Dowoon nodded and gave me a kind smile as if he understood I needed some alone time before I left the room. The point wasn’t that I needed to relax and be alone, I desperately wanted some alone time, yes, but with Violet. But that was not going to happen.

I faced the chilly weather and wondered down the busy street of the city. It was filled with delicious warm fragrances which were provoking my stomach and making me drool. To console myself and to stop the torture, I stopped at the “precious food stand” she adored so much to eat some tteokbokki. The lady served me a very generous portion, probably even too generous, she was really nice indeed, just like Violet had previously described. Her kind smile warmed my heart as it made me feel somehow closer to Violet. When I paid for the food, I told the lady she could keep the change. It was only fair since she had served me way too much food.

With the tteokbokki as my consolation, I continued with my lonely walk. Luckily, the streets were busy enough for me to not be noticed, which made me be just one more guy wearing a black hoodie in the crowd. My mind was now beginning to be clearer since I wasn’t starving anymore.

As I faced the cold breeze with the warmth of my meal burning up my lips with its sweet spiciness, suddenly I saw some perfect bouncy curls passing by, not too far from me, walking in the opposite direction where I was going. My heart skipped and I stopped breathing from the expectance of seeing her right when I was craving for her presence so much, but when I turned around, I couldn’t see her anymore. Perhaps, I was merely hallucinating from the lack of her attention which was not lacking at anyway. She didn’t lack anything and even though she wasn’t perfect, together we were clearly my kind of perfect and that thought alone made my feelings impatient and greedy.

There I was, eating and walking down a busy street, surrounded by people I didn’t even bother to look at, with only a single thought in my mind: Violet. And with that revealing confection, I stopped lying to myself and let my hopes and courage be fuelled with my true desires and passion. “I think I like her a lot.” I concluded and let the nervous excitement invade me as it burned me, wet me and made me stumble. “Wet? Wait what?” When I looked forward, I realized I was burning and wet because someone, who didn’t even bother to apologize, had spilt their coffee on me.

Great.

- Look where you’re going. – The rude man said as he vanished in the crowd.

For my luck and out of reflex, I was able to avoid the coffee to damage my jeans. After taking some deep breaths and trying to contain my anger, I looked around to find a store so I could change my wet hoodie. That was certainly an easy task, it took me less than thirty seconds to find a clothes store and I thanked God for that since it was so chilly outside, it wasn’t comfortable to walk around like that. As I stepped in the store, I regretted it immediately, the environment was so warm and cozy, going back outside would be a big challenge… or at least that’s what I thought.

I could’ve picked anything without thinking too much, but then I saw a light blue hoodie that reminded me of her room. So, of course, that was the one I went for, plus it would definitely look great on her and I was also definitely buying it for me, just for me.

After paying for it, I asked one member of the staff if I could use the fitting room to change into the clean hoodie and thankfully she was really discreet about my presence. I put my wet hoodie in the paper bag of the new one and started heading outside, as my phone vibrated. When I lit up the screen everything disappeared around me and all I could do was smile and try to contain the butterflies that had invaded my stomach. It was Violet.

I smiled at the image that had popped up in my mind, as I imagined how cute she must have looked while eating street food in this cold weather. Then, suddenly, all I could feel was the loud thudding of my heart when I took a second look at the picture she had sent me, and I realized she was at the food stand I was at earlier. Without thinking much and ignoring the fact that we had only texted and never even called each other, I started running to that direction and hit the call button with no hesitation. The wind had become colder as I moved faster than previously on that early night, but for some reason, it had become easier to face it with the sound of the telephone line guiding my hopes and needs. However, that hope was nothing compared to when those long sounds were interrupted, and she picked up my call:

- Do not move! – I said between breaths without breaking my pace.

- Oh, no! Is this an assault? – She laughed on the other side of the line.

- Are you still near the food stand? – I almost screamed as my excitement took the best of me.

- Yes! Going for a second here, Sir. – She says between giggles before noticing my heavy breaths – Young K?

I sped up a little and tried to sound normal on the phone, the food stand was right at the corner of the main street. I was nearly there.

- Are you running, or something? Are you okay? – Violet asks with her month audibly filled with food.

- I was. And yes, everything is okay. – I whispered hiding my face in the hood as I finally reached her and hugged her from behind to feel her holding her breath from the fright – I just missed you all day, that’s all.

Violet stood there rigid in my embrace for a few seconds before relaxing and trying to turn around so she could face me. When she looked me in the eyes, what I saw was a mixture of confusion and comfort. She was more than happy and also relieved to see me standing in front of her. God. How cute she looked as she tried to chew her food in the most delicate way she could, I guessed that she put too much inside her month since no one was watching her before. But I would never complain, I loved it. She was adorable most of the time and then in the next second, she would be so daring. And yet, “always so thoughtful” I caught myself thinking as I noticed she was looking around the crowd to make sure no one had seen me and that I wasn’t in trouble.

- God. I want to kiss you. – I started to murmur whilst my hands travelled down her soft cheeks and teased her jawlines.

- Right n-now? – Violet stuttered as the panic in her voice made me wake up from my trance.

We were surrounded by people that would not be a good idea at all, even though my whole body and will were saying the exact opposite. I stared at her reddened nose from the cold and examined the shade of her cheeks, hopefully, that shy colour wasn’t provoked by the weather but my presence.

- You’re right. – I admitted, backing off slightly and increasing the space between us, to see her tender lips part in defeat as she stared at mine.

- But I want to… I just fear for you… – Violet reassured me as her eyes lit with the expectance of a distant kiss.

- I can see you do. – my teasing words touched her conscious and she forced herself to look me in the eyes as my lips burnt from the intensity of her stare.

In between timid smiles, we walked around as the sun started to set and the streets got less busy since we were heading off the main courses and our conversation about work filled the silence

With our hands brushing slightly against each other accidentally, the need of holding hers was progressively being fed and increased as the minutes spent next to her went by. Finding Violet there, out of the blue, was a gift from destiny or whatever you want to call it. I was simply so grateful for her presence and also going crazy for repressing my urge to kiss her tender lips. What a twist of a feeling. My mind couldn’t be more lost than it was at that moment, but my heart was in an accelerated pace that I had never experienced before.

- What were you doing around this area? – I asked trying to fill the comfortable silence that engulfed us a few minutes ago, leading to giggles and shy smiles.

- Oh, I had dinner with the bros. Big bro is going to work late tonight and the little brat is going to sleepover at someone’s house. – Violet replied with her steps turning into nervous fidgeting movements.

- What did you eat? – I asked not just trying to make conversation but because I was deeply intrigued to know every single detail of her day, so the time I was away from her could be compensated.

- A sandwich from subway. Just something fast. – She replied biting her lips immersed in her thoughts.

The simple action drove me insane. I was trying my hardest not to kiss her but seeing her biting her lip was the final blow to completely knock out my self-control. As we passed by a dark alley, I took the opportunity and grabbed her wrist and guided her deeper into the shadows of the hidden street. Being controlled by my thirst, I grabbed her shoulders and pushed her against the wall as I gently, in a slow pace, rubbed my lips against hers and unconsciously held my breath between accelerated heartbeats. My hands let go of the hoodie paper bag and trembled with the feeling of touching Violet again, they trembled with the anticipation of the moment I could feel her skin against my hands and travelled leisurely through her body; so, one rested on her waist and the other grabbed her neck possessively. Violet’s eyes were drowning in expectance for my kiss, our kiss. I probably made her wait too long for it since she offered me a kind smile filled with thirst and embarrassment, perhaps I took too long adoring the features of her majestic face and delayed the kiss, or perhaps I couldn’t fight my own nature and had to keep teasing her.

I let go of a breath, I forgot I was holding and kissed her like she was the air that I needed. I kissed her deeply and devoured her mouth with my feverish tongue, needing to taste her after a long day of missing her sweetness. Exploring her mouth as if it was our first kiss.

I felt Violet’s legs give away as our tongues played with each other, so I increased the pressure of my body on hers and made all the tiny distance between us disappear as my leg slid between hers. Violet moaned softly in response to the vigorous contact, making me groan in unison as my body started reacting towards hers and my bulge began to grow. Suddenly, her nails scratched the skin of my neck and then pulled my hair in the urge for a deeper contact.

Restricting myself from committing a public offence on a dark alley, I bit her lower lip to progressively distance ourselves from our frenetic kiss. Caressing her cheeks, I winked at her, grabbed my paper bag once again, and walked away from the shadows and heading back to the street. I could feel she was still standing there on the same spot, but I gave her a few moments to pull her herself together.

Violet soon joined me again, maintaining her distance from me, probably trying to avoid getting me in trouble in public. Though that distance killed me, how I wished to hold her hand and make her understand I wanted her… I wanted her to be mine. Suddenly, that distance increased, and I stopped feeling her next to me, I looked back at her and noticed she stopped.

- What’s wrong, Beautiful? – I asked her worried as I followed her stare, she was looking at a movie arcade there.

- It’s a weekday, there’s probably no one there… and it’s dark, I guess. – She replied unsure of her request.

“How precious,” I thought to myself as I gave her the only answer I could probably find, I smiled in agreement and followed her inside.

- So, I’ll buy the tickets. Hide that gorgeous face behind your hoodie and pretend to look at your phone.

I watched her do her thing, Violet was polite and delicate to everyone when she was buying tickets for the movie that she didn’t even know what was about. She was cute, very cute. Violet even got us popcorn and cold drinks, the whole package for the date. Date. “Fuck!”

- Next time I’ll pay, I’m sorry. You caught me off guard! – I apologized almost in panic for not paying our first date out.

Violet placed a popcorn between her lips and then caught it with her teeth, playing with it with her tongue to finally eat it, as she looked at me smirking for my comment. My friend down below started flinching inside my pants with the visual audacity of her provocation.

- Uh! The first sign you can’t keep up with me. I’m winning. – She giggled as she tormented my longing desires.

- Declaring war, are we? Careful. – I managed to say in an attempt to tease her back.

To be honest I didn’t think we would watch the movie, because the theatre was empty. “Oh, Jesus! Help me.” I begged in silence. We sat at the far back seats in the middle since she said it was the best seats to watch the movie. “Are we actually watching?” I asked her in my mind and tried to suppress the detailed image my imagination was creating of her bouncing on top of me as she rode my cock in an empty theatre. “Stop it.” I told the beast inside my pants as I tried to find a comfortable position to sit down next to her.

Violet nudged my hand to hold hers and I thanked the heavens for the fact that my eyes had adjusted to the dark so quickly. Once I held her hand, I noticed how she squeezed her legs adorned by her ripped jeans and I started wondering how easy it would be to touch her skin. I leaned towards her ear to whisper something, but I was startled by the couple that walked in and I rapidly sat straight on my seat. I heard her giggle at my behaviour, mocking me as they sat far away from us. I looked at her and saw how relaxed she was, she was probably certain that I wouldn’t do anything too daring to her there.

She. Was. Wrong.

We were talking quietly about everything and nothing, none of us was paying attention to the movie. I started to slowly caress her here and there, just a light touch and then I let my finger play with the exposed skin of her legs, when I nipped her earlobe, and I could feel her skin shivering under my fingers. With the reaction I inflicted on her a devilish need grew and burnt me, so I flatted my hand on her thigh and squeezed the flesh under my palm making her squirm and fidget on her seat. Violet grabbed my arm and dug her nails in my skin, trying to make me stop. I didn’t. I kept touching her and found my way to her top, exploring her tummy beneath her blouse, as I went higher, I felt her stiff trying to suppress her reactions. When I sneaked my hand under her bra and coped her breast, she almost jumped but the only response I got was a glare and her hand covering her mouth muffling the moan that erupted from her throat.

- What a good girl. Not making any noise, I didn’t know you had it in you. – I whispered to her near her sensitive ear.

Violet grabbed my chin and leaned towards my craving lips when suddenly we were interrupted by the noise of soft husky moans. She blinked frenetically and rolled her eyes as she understood what was happening with the other couple and let a disappointed breath got away.

- Well… she doesn’t. – Violet said already smiling – Let’s get out of here.

I watched her get up loudly, that was probably her way to show her discontent about the noises they were doing. I hurried after her without forgetting my paper bag and before we exited the theatre, I stole her a kiss. She grabbed my waist to pull me closer to her as she felt my hardness, this time she was the one who pushed me against the wall and without breaking our synchronic lips and starving tongues. Her legs trembled once again when I explored the inside of her mouth deeply smiling between our kiss. That was one of her weaknesses. But she knew mine too, to wipe my smirk away she bit my bottom lip and stared at me with fire in her gaze that could burn me for hours, or even days. She gave me a good squeeze on my thrilling bulge and walked away. God, how I loved this side of her.

- I need to use the ladies’ room. – She informed me before disappearing into the toilet. Even though I was the one who needed to go to the toilet more than her… to take care of some business if I could.

I waited for her as I leaned breathless against the wall and accidentally let my paper bag slid through my fingers. I took the black hoodie out of there and noticed it had dried, there wasn’t any spot adoring the material. Then, taking a closer look the blue hoodie I was wearing, I thought “well, I did buy it while thinking about the colours of her room”. And with that mindset, I hurried to the toilet myself and changed into the old hoodie so I could lend the new one to her and got rid of the annoying bag.

I was faster than her. When she walked out of the toilet, I was already waiting outside for her. Violet had now drops of water running down her face, but refreshing her cheeks with water couldn’t hide how blushed she looked. And the way that she was walking let me know how horny she was.

- Let’s go. – Violet said when she saw me.

I stood still since I couldn’t focus on what she was saying, feeling distracted by her ass swaying from one side to the other, but when I didn’t answer she turned around and then she noticed that I changed my clothes. I gulped and searched for my pride when she noticed I had changed, but I couldn’t find it. I had lost already. Clearly.

- It’s probably too cold outside, right now. Put this on. – I suggested as her eyes lit up and her dimples surfaced.

Once she put it on, it was game over. My heart almost jumped out of my chest, she looked so small in it and yet so powerful, nothing could compare to that feeling. That feeling, as if she was already mine… as if she was accepting we belonged to one another. And just like that, I caught her gripping the hem of the hoodie’s collar and inhaling a deep breath to absorb all my fragrance present on the fabric. Trying to avoid getting my hopes too high and feeling a soft blush invading my expression, I tried to escape her spell with a joke:

- Pervert. – I said making her stop abruptly from adoring my perfume.

- Le..let’s go! – She said running away outside.

I put my hood on and followed her outside, the fresh breeze surprised us both, and perhaps it was because we were too hot at that moment. The wind was cutting us like knives; she slipped her hands in her pockets, protecting them from the cold.

But even though the weather wasn’t pleasing we kept walking in silence. It was comfortable and we were aware no one wanted to go home.

- I don’t feel like going home. – She admitted.

I laughed and punched her arm, she soon did the same and we intertwined our fingers just for a few seconds.

- How about we… – I stared as I looked around to scan what we could possibly do together – oh, let’s go there!

- It looks shabby. Are you sure? It’s fine by me but …

- Come on! It’s going to be fun! – I tried to appeal to her and whispered against her ear – I’ll sing to you. It will be a private concert. You can even make demands, Princess.

Violet blushed and bit her lip, I knew she was crazy about my voice and there was no way she could resist the temptation of me singing just for her. As she made her mind about my suggestion, I followed her in the direction of the karaoke joint.

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A/N: Hope you enjoyed reading this. According to my plans, next chapter will be hotter... as in ... burning hot!

Sweet Little Bird.

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wicked-rwby-bois · 4 years

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I heard Emerald was once told to get Qrow super drunk so the boi could get some valuable info for Cinder~ They didn’t hear from the poor boi for a week and later found him hanging on Qrow’s arm like a love sick puppy~ Just what happened~?

Emerald smiled as he held onto the huntsmens' arm.

"Oh let me tell you.."

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one week earlier

Emerald walked into the local bar with one goal initially: Information. Qrow Branwen was notoriously a heavy drinker, and Emerald was there to make sure not only to feed that habit, but also to use it to find out the secrets Cinder needed. It took only a second to find him before the green haired boi strutted over as the huntsmen sat at the counter.

Emerald offered to buy the man a drink, which turned into several. By then Emerald had noticed two things, no matter how drunk Qrow got he wouldn't spill a word, and he didn't seem all that interested in the alcohol Emerald was buying after a while. Instead, Emerald noticed Qrow's eyes begin to roam over his body.

How could someone not look at him? The thicc chocolate sissy boi had walked in wearing a crop top and booty shorts that were so tight fitting Emerald's ass sucked in half of it. Emerald smirked at the realization and bounced a little. It gave all that ass just the perfect jiggle.

Smack!

Emerald's eyes went wide into shock as he felt the hot sting of Qrow's hand slap his ass. Qrow's hand coming down again to grip onto one of the boi's fat cheeks. He pulled the boi into his grasp, and Emerald could feel the huntsmen's thick dick against the crack of his ass. Emerald could feel himself staining his clothes as the action turned him on.

"Forget about getting me drinks," Qrow growled, "You're coming with me."

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Whap!

Qrow's dick came down hard onto Emerald's face as the boi licked his lips.

"Oh Fuck!"

Emerald couldn't contain himself, dragging his tongue along the length of the huntsmen's clock before sinking down to his huge sack. The boi taking one ball into his mouth and and using his tongue to lick it clean. It tasted exactly how Emerald imagined it would, of his sweat and alcohol. The boi's dark fingers wrapping around Qrow's big fuckstick as he took both balls into his mouth. His eyes rolling at just how packed full and delicious the man was. He got lost in a haze before suddenly being snatched out of it by the hair.

"You're pretty damn good, but I didn't bring you here for a ball wash."

Emerald was dragged by his hair before being tossed onto Qrow's disheveled bed face first. His boi booty up in the air as he twerked his fat ass for the man to tease him. Qrow took hold of the boi's booty shorts and practically tore them from his body. Qrow took both of his chocolatey cheeks into his hands kneading them before sliding he dick between Emerald's fat ass. Emerald immediately taking the opportunity to shake his booty on his cock. He knew taking that thick meat was going to be a challenge, and he was so ready for it as the hunstmen pulled on his hair.

"Ya know I've met my share of sluts."

Smack!

One of his rough hands punctuating his words.

"But I think you're one of the biggest ones I've ever met."

Emerald was leaking boi cum all over the sheets at this point. He needed that thick hard cock in his ass.

"Fuuuck Mee. Fuck Me."

Qrow slammed forward into Emerald's tight asshole and watched as his cheeks rippled from the impact. Emerald could feel Qrow's hard cock throb inside of him as he thrust balls deep into the girly boy. His sack bashing against Emerald's sad little excuse for a penis and balls and forcing the chocolate boi to squirt his girly cum.

Emerald's tongue hung out as Qrow gripped as tight as he could onto Emerald's hair as he thrust. The boi showing a few tears from the delicious hurt that was having his hair pulled as he ass was pummeled. Qrow growled as used the boi like a whore. Emerald squealed and screamed like any girl would under the circumstances.

The heat and pressure was too much for the both of them as Qrow's feverish thrusts sped up even more. Qrow pushed the femboi forward into his stomach. Emerald sucking on the man's thumb as his hand held him down. Emerald felt Qrow's balls tighten and his dick throb as he finally came in the boi after seeming to fuck him for so long. The bois's bouncy asshole pack full with Qrow's hot gooey cum. The boi screaming at the top of his lungs and squirting onto the mattress and on himself since he was pressed deep into the bed. Emerald's body feeling hot after having such a thick load dumped into him.

He was shattered and mindlessly suckling on Qrow's thumb as he shivered. Cum poured out of the boi's stretched asshole and down his thighs as Qrow pulled out. A wonderful display to see.

Emerald could no longer be Cinder's spy, not after this. Qrow's was too great a fuck to be an enemy of. He would be Qrow's slut any day of the week. It seemed Qrow was feeling the exact same way, as he rolled the boi onto his back and thrust into him once again. The boi squirting once again as he knew he was in for a long night.

"Yes Daddy! Give your little slut everything!"

#hope you see and enjoy this Valk #i really loved doing this one #wickeds qrow #wickeds emerald

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taetaesbaebaepsae · 5 years

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The Champagne Room Part 5

Summary: The event is cancelled, but Seokjin still wants your company.

Warnings: body worship, titty fucking, good God switch Seokjin will be the death of me, no penetration bc I need more sexual tension

Word Count:1953

You are dressed in a sparkly gold cocktail dress and stilettos, and an hour before you leave, Seokjin texted you "Change in plan." and sends you a new address.

You're nervous when the Uber pulls up at a big house, but tuition is due in a week and you could really use an extra grand.

You knock on the door and he opens it in a tight blue t-shirt and jeans.

"Oh, no. Why aren't you dressed?"

He shrugs. "Event was cancelled."

You walk in when he gestures, and you're not even sure why.

"Then...why am I here?" You don't put down your purse.

He takes it from you. "I'm still paying you. Stay a while."

Your breath catches in your throat as he leans down to put a hand on the back of your calf.

"These look uncomfortable," he murmurs, and you lift your leg and he slides off your heels, one after the other, fingertips skating along the skin of your calves and ankles.

"Are you hungry?" He ushers you to the dining room table, one hand on the dip of your lower back.

"Why, Seokjin," you tease as you sit down and he brings you a plate, "Did you plan this?"

He scoffs but the tips of his ears go red.

"No, of course not! I always make dinner at this time."

You look down at the spread and raise an eyebrow.

"You always make a four course meal at seven p.m.? And no one has snatched you up yet?"

His ears go even redder, and wow, that's cute. He sits down next to you.

"I like to cook," he mutters.

You eat and it's delicious, you let out a lot moan and his eyes shoot to yours.

"Hey, pretty...that isn't playing fair," he murmurs, and a shiver of pleasure shoots down your spine.

"Neither is paying me to kiss you," you tease, winking at him, and he doesn't look away but his ears go red again.

"I've never had to pay someone to kiss me before," he admits, smirking at you while he eats.

You're finished eating and you stand to clear the table out of politeness.

He grabs your wrist and shakes his head. "I'm not paying you to clean."

"What are you paying me for, then?"

He swallows hard and looks away from you. "Just your company. Your time. I know it's valuable. Know you are valuable."

You snort. "Like a precious crystal vase or something?"

He looks at you, no hint of a smile, serious. "No. A diamond."

He takes your ankle in his hand, propping it up on his knee, and you don't flinch. It's nice, the ghosts of his fingers on your calf, and you can't bite back a moan when he massages there, you're so sore from your busy week.

He doesn't react other than to move his hands higher to your thigh.

"You know what I want tonight?"

"What?" You can barely think it feels so good, him working out the kinks in your abused muscles.

"I want to take care of you. Want to massage you until you're all loose and sleepy...and then I want to make you come. I want to taste you. Would you let me, diamond?"

He lowers his head to press his mouth to your ankle, and it's almost chaste but it sends a shiver up your spine.

You want to say yes immediately, but...does this make you a whore? He's paying you for tonight, after all. But he's paying for your time, and if that time could be spent having an orgasm from an absolutely delectable man and a massage?

You nod, slowly, and he continues his massage on one leg, then the other, pressing the heels of his palms in just right on your thighs, loosening your muscles.

Once you're basically jelly under his palms, he lifts you bridal style and carries you to his bedroom, and you wrap your arms loosely around his neck.

His bed is almost insanely comfy, and you wonder if you might doze off until he's spreading your thighs with two big hands, mouth hot on your skin.

You let out a sigh of contentment as he slips off your panties, and he takes his time tasting you, flattening his tongue against you, like you're some kind of rare delicacy, and the sounds that are muffled against you are beyond pornographic.

"Fuck, I knew you tasted as good as you looked," he murmurs, planting another kiss on your inner thigh before going back to his task, sticking his tongue inside you before licking up in a stripe to your clit.

Your back arches before you know it's going to and you let out a cry.

He crawls up the bed and you see the hard line of his erection through his jeans.

He pulls your dress over your head, tossing it on the floor, and you're bare beneath and he hisses a breath through his teeth.

"I always forget how fucking perfect you are," he mutters, and looks up at your face.

You're almost vibrating with need, so close to just begging him to fuck you, so you bite your lip. "Seokjin?"

"Yes, pretty?"

"Touch me."

"You're so sensitive, diamond. I wonder..."

He's skating his hands over your ribs, and he grabs your hips and pulls just a bit, eyes darting down to see your tits bounce.

Then he dips his head to latch on to your nipple, fingers finding you slick, and he sucks while rubbing his thumb across your clit, achingly slowly.

You moan loud, breath hitching hips bucking. "Oh...oh Seokjin, please....please..."

He lifts his head, eyes glassy with lust, and a low moan comes from his throat.

"I don't think I've ever wanted anything as much as I want to be inside you, pretty. What have you done to me?"

"You want to fuck me?" You pant, arching your back as he slips two fingers inside you.

"So badly," he breathes, watching your face, hips twitching. "I want to feel you come around my cock, want to make you feel so good, pretty."

"Let me see how much you want me."

You drop your gaze to the crotch of his jeans and he can't unbutton them fast enough with one hand, freeing his cock and you've seen it before but the ache that shoots through your lower belly still surprises you.

"See how hard you make me? You haven't even touched me."

He looks so good, black hair swept back, on his knees on the bed, one hand stroking his cock and the other on your pussy, hurtling you toward orgasm.

"I'm so close, please don't stop..."

"You want to come, diamond?"

"Mmm, need to come, please!" You aren't sure what you're missing, what you need to get off, until you see him lick his lips. "Kiss me," you command, and his eyes widen before he leans down and puts his mouth on yours.

Somehow, his tongue in your mouth triggers your orgasm, and you cry out into his mouth as you clench around his fingers.

"Jesus, you're so tight. You'd fit me like a glove, pretty," he half moans half whispers into your neck, leaning up to stroke himself faster and his eyes are all over your body, hungry.

He's doing a combination of long, slow strokes and then almost frantic ones, and it's a pleasure to watch, how his breath gets shorter, how his eyes dart to your face.

You smile at him and twist a nipple between two fingers and he curses.

"Fuck. Oh fuck, Y/n, you're so fucking pretty. I'm gonna come just from looking at you. Your tits are perfect, so bouncy and..."

He throws his head back suddenly, hips surging forward and you feel like he deserves a reward after making you feel so good.

"Do you want to fuck my tits, baby?" The term of endearment slips out, but his gaze snaps to yours and you can instantly tell he didn't dislike it.

"Can I? Will you let me, diamond?"

As soon as you nod he grabs oil of some kind from his nightstand, pouring some right between your breasts.

You press your breasts together invitingly and he leans to gently take one nipple between his teeth before straddling you and lining up between your slicked breasts. You press them together tighter when he throws his head back again and moans your name.

The head of his cock slides up to tje base of your throat invitingly and you can't help sticking your tongue out to taste him, taste the precum that's dribbled from him.

He curses over and over at the feel of your tongues, letting out praises between moans. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, Y/n. You dirty girl. You perfect girl."

It's only a few more strokes before he comes all over your breasts with a shout, and you smile lazily up at him, satisfied.

He's breathing hard and looking down at you almost in wonder before he snaps out of it and heads to the bathroom.

He returns with a damp cloth to clean you, trailing kisses along where he touches.

"I'm sorry," he murmurs against your skin, and you can't help but laugh.

"Sorry? For giving me an orgasm?"

He barks a laugh and drops next to you.

"Sorry for not giving you more. I wanted to eat you out for an hour but when you asked to see..."

He groans low in his throat and you giggle, glowing with pride and post orgasm bliss. You are happy to lie there, content, and when he props himself up on one elbow and trails his fingers along your ribs, you look over and smile at him.

"Can I ask you something?"

His voice is low and serious and you quirk an eyebrow up.

"After that? Anything."

He smiles a little, looking almost shy, and your heart skips a beat.

"I know it's not my business, but...you and that kid...the bouncer...Jungwoo?"

"Jungkook," you correct, smiling.

"Hmm, yes, Jungkook. Are you...seeing him?"

"Am I fucking him, you mean?"

He sputters a little. "I didn't mean...I shouldn't ask....yes, are you fucking him?"

You're quiet for a moment and his face goes still and clenched and you smile again, feeling a bit giddy.

“No. I’m not fucking him. Currently, I’m not fucking anyone.”

He lets out a breath as if he’s been holding it. “It doesn’t matter, I just....wanted to know.”

It sounds lame to your ears, but men are territorial, it’s just the way it goes.

“Jungkook is a friend. He looks out for me while I’m at work. That’s all. We’ve never spoken outside of the club.”

“Hmm,” he murmurs again, still tracing your body with his fingertips.

Your eyes are drifting shut and you know this is a bad idea, staying over, and you finally sit up in bed and stretch.

“I should get home.”

He watches you stand and head to the bathroom but when you return, he’s standing there, having undressed to his boxers and you almost walk into a solid wall of chest.

“Jesus Christ, Seokjin, warn a girl, huh?” You say, smiling up at him.

He doesn’t smile back, face all serious again.

“Stay.”

“Seokjin...”

“I’ll pay you more,” he blurts, and then, “for your time.”

You hedge your bets. You’ve already gotten $1000 from this plus a truly great orgasm...what’s another few hours?

“You don’t have to pay me,” you say, softly. “I’ll stay.”

So that’s how you end up wrapped up in a client’s arms when you wake the next morning, head fuzzy, and with him nuzzling into your neck, and you wonder why the hell you’d decided to get yourself into this mess.

#seokjin imagine #kim seokjin x reader #jeon jungkook x reader #bts imagine #bts fanfiction #jin x reader #seokjin x reader #jin imagine #seokjin smut

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honeymoonjin · 5 years

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bts reaction - doing porn together (sub version)

dom version coming soon

Jin

you and jin often thought about filming yourselves fucking, often in an offhand way, but never really considered it because of the logistics

not only did jin have an extremely recognisable face, but the two of you almost always had sex completely on top of each other, not really giving either one of you enough distance to hold a camera and record anything decent

you joked one day that the only way would be to take turns at filming each other getting off, and jin latched on to it with a passion you weren’t expecting

so the two of you decided to make an account, not expecting much, and first you filmed a video of jin’s crotch and lower torso as he jacked off

unable to control your domme side, you scooted a little closer and stretched your legs out until you were pinning him down with them, zooming out a little to catch the way he writhed around and whined under the pressure of your hold, hand speeding up impossibly until he was spilling all over his hand

the two of you later had the awkward job of meticulously going through and putting a black bar over where his face was shown, since you pushing him down gave the camera a perfect shot of his face from his jaw up, but once it was uploaded, the views grew pretty steadily

next it was your turn, but instead of just getting yourself off as he filmed, you decided you might as well use all the tools at your disposal

which meant him trying to muffle his groans and keep his hands steady as you rode him for your own release, with one hand on his chest and the other rubbing at your clit

the video ended with you cumming just as jin was close, and pulling away from him and grabbing onto the base of his cock before he can reach his own end

his desperate moans when you deny him an orgasm are now your new favorite sound, and the viewers seem to love them too

Yoongi

when it comes to subbing, yoongi really lets his yoonji persona take over

for him, there’s something so liberating about dressing up in feminine clothes

a lot of the time in his public life, he feels kind of tied to the strong, aggressive, more masculine sides of himself, like agust d

so it becomes almost pavlovian to finally let go when he puts on his costumes

white stockings, skirts, lacy underwear that’s so small the tip of his cock sticks out the edge

letting you take over and take care of him while he’s in that mindspace is addictive

it’s your idea to shoot porn together; you hate taking money from him even though he has plenty, so you wanted to earn something for yourself - i.e. filming him from the chest-down as you dom him

normally he’d be hesitant, but with the assurance that it’s so far removed from his image that nobody would think it would be him, he decides to give it One Try Only

your first video is shot from your phone as you tease him mercilessly with a vibrator for fifteen minutes, only to make him come untouched

the camera quality is shit and your hand was shaky but it got onto the trending page of the site you put it into somehow and started churning out some serious numbers

yoongi didn’t care about those numbers, but what he did care about were the comments, and since then, he was hooked

you’d shoot videos often, but saved them up to post regularly so that there weren’t massive gaps when he was on tour

often you’d wake up at three in the morning to see his face lit up with a cool-toned wash from his phone, trawling through comments of your latest video

“hey baby, cumguzzler98 said they liked the plug we used yesterday, the one that vibrated”

“mhm, go to sleep please yoongs”

“so i was thinking next time we should get a size up, i bet cumguzzler98 would like that”

“yoongi, if you say cumguzzler98 one more time i’m not touching your dick for a month”

“.......goodnight baby, i love you”

yoongi once confessed to you that when he went on tour and felt lonely, he’d watch one of your videos and relive it, and it would feel like you were there with him, taking care of him like he wished you were

unfortunately namjoon caught him once, without realizing that it was actually yoongi in the video, and now makes a weird point of sending yoongi recommendations when they go on tour

Hoseok

hoseok has always been one to like a little more aggression in the bedroom

and while he loves the idea of you two filming something, that aggression is what concerns him

you two aren’t exactly staying in one position the whole time, so it wouldn’t be easy to frame a shot that blocked your faces, especially since hoseok loves when you manhandle him and throw him around the place in different positions as you please

so the idea came up and went away pretty quickly

but for his birthday, after all the public celebrations, you two are lying in bed and you present him with an additional gift

a stretchy lace band, similar to a blindfold but wide enough to cover his face from his forehead to the cleft of his chin

he takes it for a test run a couple times before he accepts, but you can tell that he loves the way it restricts his vision and his breathing just enough to heighten every other sensation

you yourself wear a simple band of black silk across your face with gaps for the eyes, and within a week, you’ve set up an account on an amateur sight

for hoseok, the enjoyment in filming porn isn’t really the videos doing really well, but just the fact that people could see him being wrecked by you in the most delicious ways

however, the thrill of an audience has made you a little trigger happy a few times, and hoseok has had to get the make-up stylists to cover up a few red streaks and bruises that aren’t covered up by clothing

not that hoseok would complain. after all, he loves it when you get that way

the two of you do the odd livestream every now and again, since it has a tipping function which the normal uploading doesn’t have, and hoseok swears he never comes as hard as he does on those occasions

hearing you read comments out loud to him, one filthy insult after another in time of your spanks raining down on his ass, gets him hard like nothing else

and you always make sure to take extra good care of him after the stream ends, the two of you cuddling peacefully on the couch with steaming mugs of hot chocolate and a sleeve of biscuits between you

hoseok is always twice as energetic and bouncy the day after a shoot, even if maybe he’s a little achy

Namjoon

for namjoon, the joy of subbing is that for once in his life, all pressure is lifted off of him

he doesn’t have to make decisions or be responsible and aware of others relying on him

that’s why his favorite playtimes always involve sensory deprivation and/or bondage

being put into a space where you make all the choices and all he can do is sit there and really feel it

your journey into porn starts off with you taking pictures of him tied up to show him later how pretty he is like that

soon enough, his appetite grows, and he wants you to film little clips that he can take with him when he’s away from you, hoping that the visual could put him in that mindspace so that he could jack off and relax amongst the stress of promotions and tours

you comment offhand one day that it’s a shame you were the only one who got to hear his moans

he goes rigid and quietly suggests that maybe you didn’t have to be the only one

of course, namjoon is a leader of a internationally recognised pop group, so he realizes it’s not wise to have footage of himself like that online

mistakes can happen, and he doesn’t want a fan recognizing a mole of his or something small like that, and then his reputation being ruined

he points out to you audio is a lot harder to connect to someone

for a couple weeks or so, you convert your little videos to mp3s and upload them as audio files

they do well, but soon you realize the problem is that in the moment you were too focussed on the visual that the audio isn’t that descriptive

so of course, being the good girlfriend you are, you propose recording new audio

this time, namjoon’s bound to a chair with his legs open so that the microphone you bought could rest on the table beside him, and you haven’t gagged him like you often do

he’s got a blindfold on, and you’ve been teasing him for over an hour before you start recording

you make an effort to describe what you were doing to him, and namjoon was louder than he ever had been before, letting himself shout in pleasure rather than just sighing

the audio performs a lot better, and the two of you become a little addicted to uploading new ones semi-regularly, always with a different combination of toys and methods to keep it fresh

Jimin

jimin’s always been a sucker for praise

in the bedroom, it’s still there but it sometimes comes out a different way

it starts off with him wanting you to film him as you finger him open, so that he can see how much of a good boy he was for you

the two of you go through a slight rough patch when he’s convinced that you’re only telling him these nice things because you love him, and you don’t really mean it

so you’re solution is to film some videos of him and post them online, letting him see the whole world agree with you

jimin quickly becomes obsessed with the numbers, and starts to ask you for more and more

one day it’s your fingers spreading him open, the next it’s glass anal beads, and soon enough a million viewers a pop are watching you fuck him with a strapon

he’s unbelievably noisy on those days, and it’s a wonder your apartment neighbors haven’t complained, and one day he’s almost screaming, so you freak out and shove two fingers in his mouth, pushing down on the root of his tongue

of course the viewers can’t see anything above his shoulder blades, but the sound of him choking around uncontrollable moans sends them crazy

jimin is strutting around in high spirits for days after that video, and he keeps begging you to film more of him

he says he’s happy to cover most of his face with a blindfold or something, but he’s worried they’ll get sick of just seeing his ass all the time

you insist you’ve seen his gorgeous ass every day for years now and you’re not sick of it yet, but he’s unconvinced

finally, you give in, and film a longer video in which he sucks off the strap-on as you’re wearing it before you fuck him with it

you’d never admit it to him, but the night you uploaded it you didn’t get a wink of sleep, too scared that some horny ARMY would recognise his gorgeous lips stretched around the silicon, and make the connection

luckily, no one did, and so it became the norm to shoot videos of his entire body writhing beneath you, with a blindfold and usually a face mask too keeping his identity a secret

Taehyung

taehyung always had a bad habit of taking photos and videos of you two during sex

most of the time you’d catch him, slap his dick around a little as a punishment and continue on

taehyung had become a little too fond of the punishment and so he was being a lot more overt about it in more recent times, so you decided to take things to another level

“you’ll feel sorry for that later” you whispered into his ear at the time

that night, you sent him a link while he was in the bathroom brushing his teeth

you grinned as you heard him choke and start spitting out toothpaste before calling out your name in shock

you’d uploaded a video onto a well-known porn site of the two of you, one where you had started jerking him off beneath his pants when you two were watching a movie and he had decided to film it

neither of your faces were in it, of course you had made sure of that, but the delicious sounds of his sighs and breathy moans echoed in the room through his phone’s speakers

he ignored you for a day or so, sulking away, but you saw him go back and check the page several times, clearly reading through to see what everyone had to say

and then, that night before bed, he wound his legs around yours and asked quietly if you’d do it again

since then, you had developed a routine of him filming the two of you, and you screening them to make sure they were anonymous and uploading them

taehyung didn’t like a lot of the heavier kinks like degradation or bondage, but he loved nothing better than to let you take control

often he’d lie down with his back to your chest and you’d hold him down with one arm across his chest as you jerked him off, slower than he’d like, but leading towards a powerful orgasm

occasionally there’d be videos taken from him as he sat on the couch while you rode him

he did have a bad habit of forgoing filming the actual action to just zoom in on your tits, and many a time you would tug on his hair to remind him to lower the camera, only to delight in the little grunt he’d involuntarily give out

although he was the sub, you two were really partners when it came to the videos, so you always gave him the freedom to be the one filming

Jungkook

jungkook loves acting out to get punished

everyone knows him as the golden maknae, and he certainly lives up to the nickname in the bedroom too, but often when you’re tired and wanting him to take control he’ll sloppily eat you out or take his sweet time fucking you, just so that you’ll get fed up and take over, showing him how it should be done

even though he’s the director of the couple, you were the first one to bring cameras into the bedroom

he was being bratty in every regard, and so you shoved him away from between your legs and walked out, commanding him to stay where he was until you returned

he had disobeyed you and started jerking off when you got back, which riled you up even more, and you took his expensive digital camera in one hand and a fistful of hair in the other and shoved his face into your pussy as you filmed, talking about how this might give him a reminder that if he wouldn’t do as you asked, you’d just take what you wanted from him

he watched the video obsessively for almost a month before he asked you if you’d want to do it again

he joked that you could make your own GCFs - golden cunt films

(you didn’t talk to him for the rest of the day after that godawful line)

he even promised that he’d behave if you let him get out the camera again, so you agreed

for a while he fucked you like you wanted, and you two did the old cam couple circuit, but after five or six videos he got bored, and decided it was time to act up again

because you couldn’t show his face on camera, you settled for grabbing it off him, pushing him onto his back and jacking him off at your fastest pace

he let himself relax, assuming you were just taking control to take care of him, but your punishment came in the form of you not letting up your brutal strokes, even after he had dirtied your hand with his cum

that video of you making him come twice in a row instantly became your most successful, and after that night jungkook asked you to dom him in all of the videos

you agreed on the condition that you’d never tell him what you had planned for a video until it was time to shoot, and that he had to sit there and take it unless he wanted to use his safe word

and while he may have been a brat, he was a good boy at heart, and the two of you had never tried out so many toys and kinks before then

#bts smut #bts reaction #bts fic #bts oneshot #bts x reader

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jgroffdaily · 5 years

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Little Shop of Horrors review roundup

The Hollywood Reporter:

While it's become something of a classic, this remains at heart a scrappy little pastiche musical whose charms thrive most vibrantly in an intimate house.

In this case, that puts us closer to a never-better Jonathan Groff as Seymour Krelborn, the Skid Row florist shop worker who makes a Faustian pact with the carnivorous succulent. With his preppy, all-American handsomeness hidden beneath greasy hair, nerdy glasses and baggy costumes — a droll running joke has agents, photographers and TV producers recoiling when they see the eyes beneath the specs once the "strange and unusual plant" brings Seymour success and fame — Groff disappears into a role he was born to play. He's entirely credible as a klutzy nebbish, an orphan so hopelessly besotted with his co-worker Audrey that he names his weird botanical discovery after her.

From his first pratfall entrance to his final heart-wrenching sacrifice — a visual nod to Creature from the Black Lagoon — Groff is hilarious, endearing and in tremendous voice, letting loose with a forceful passion that takes timid Seymour by surprise, or dialing it down to a hushed sweetness in keeping with the aching intensity of his feelings. The humor embedded in his deliberately clumsy execution of Ellenore Scott's choreography alone is irresistible, nowhere more so than when he joins the show's girl-group Greek chorus of street urchins in some formation moves on "Ya Never Know."

The New York Times:

A certain carnivorous plant has been repotted in Hell’s Kitchen, and I am delighted to report that it’s thriving there. This hot showbiz shrub of yesteryear, which goes by the name of Audrey II, has found a new dance partner, a performer who can coax the tendril-stretching star quality out of a freakish botanical specimen.

That would be Jonathan Groff, who is generating major nerd charisma in Michael Mayer’s delicious revival of “Little Shop of Horrors,” which opened Thursday at the Westside Theater/Upstairs.

A bouncy, wide-eyed veteran of Broadway musicals (“Spring Awakening,” “Hamilton”), Groff has more recently found streaming celebrity as an impressionable, serial-killer-stalking F.B.I. agent in “Mindhunter” on Netflix. As Seymour, the dorky hero of “Little Shop,” the 1982 musical by Howard Ashman and Alan Menken, he scents his ingratiating persona as a song-and-dance kid with a creepy whiff of rankly corruptible innocence.

This Seymour — a flower shop assistant catapulted to fame as the caretaker of the man-eating Audrey II — is sweeter and scarier than earlier incarnations. As such, Groff is of a piece with a production, which also features a winningly cast Tammy Blanchard and Christian Borle, that understands that camp is most successful when it’s played with straight-faced sincerity, instead of a wink and a smirk.

[...]

Watch the expression on Groff’s face as he sidles across the stage, cradling an early, snapping hand puppet version of his truest soul mate, which tries to nibble on the front row. Attention is new to Seymour; he likes it. And when, surrounded by frisky Urchins, he does an involuntary hip bump, his face glows with a subtle, gratified surprise.

“Hey, this feels good,” he seems to be saying. And without ever entirely abandoning Seymour’s initial deadpan mien or milquetoast voice, Groff charts a precise evolution of a man becoming drunk on the prospect of world renown. Which, this being a musical comedy, happily parallels a performer unbending into the liberation of good old, show-off showbiz.

Deadline:

This time around, Seymour is played by Groff, the musical stage actor (Spring Awakening, Hamilton) turned TV star (Netflix’s Mindhunter, HBO’s Looking) who here reminds anyone who needs it just what combination of charisma and vocal chops brought him that initial success. Yes, he’s too handsome for a Mr. Cellophane like Seymour, but his boyish reticence makes up for it (along with a funny recurring bit that has one character after another lift Seymour’s oversize spectacles only to recoil in something like repugnance).

Vulture:

Groff has to anchor the show, playing straight man to his crooked plant, so for the most part he does a tidily milquetoast performance, deliberately letting other voices and players dominate him. Suddenly, though, he’ll open the sluice. At one point, provoked by Audrey II — the big growling plant (Kingsley Leggs) is really getting hungry — Seymour sings, “I have so, so many strong reservations!” and he swings through the Mushnik & Son flower shop’s door. He steps out into an entirely new voice: twice as loud, twice as strong. You get a sense of what kind of power he’s leashing.

Variety:

Groff and his Audrey, Tammy Blanchard (who won an Emmy for “Life with Judy Garland: Me and My Shadows”), are both subtle comic presences and supple, dramatic vocalists, ensuring that in this new production there’s something lovely at work, something devoid of the usual camp, schmaltz and quirk of “Little Shop.” Without the big, stagey “New Yawk” accents and broad interactions of yore, the humor comes more naturally, and neither Groff nor Blanchard have to chase the laughs. [...] And Groff, a Tony nominee for “Spring Awakening” and “Hamilton,” sings his own role with sweetness and light as his guideposts. This doesn’t mean that he lays off on the angst and desire needed for his paean to a plant (“Grow for Me”), or the rat-tat-tat rhythms of personal success in “Call Back in the Morning.” He just makes like Sinatra and takes it all nice and easy.

NY1:

What may seem like miscasting with the hunky Groff as the meekly innocuous Seymour was a stroke of genius. He's both endearing and dreamy, which adds a deeper dimension to his romantic pairing with Tammy Blanchard’s Audrey.

TheaterMania:

The three leads offer distinct takes on well-known roles: Groff portrays a Seymour who never becomes comfortable in his own skin, as if all the world's a stage and he suffers from crippling stage fright. I particularly enjoyed his determination to make his Seymour rhythmically challenged, bopping just off the beat and performing the most goyishe Tevye dance ever during "Mushnik & Son."

The Guardian:

Killer performances from Jonathan Groff and Tammy Blanchard bring a revival of the 1982 tale of a bloodthirsty plant to vibrant life. [...] [T]he script is daffy and capacious enough to allow performances as emotionally grounded as Blanchard’s, as blithely comic as Groff’s, as bananas as Borle’s, who plays Scrivello with the precision of a Swiss wristwatch and the derangement of a candidate for exorcism.

Chicago Tribune:

Groff throws out all the nomenclature of pocket-protector nerd-dom, which I’ve seen kill off many a Seymour, in favor of a three-dimensional young striver, decent at the core but tempted, as are we all, by the tickle of fame and fortune.

Time Out:

Mayer has wrangled a marvelous cast. Dressed in hilariously lumpy clothes, Groff’s Seymour is a likable klutz with just a hint of deadpan creepiness.

New York Post:

Those familiar with Rick Moranis’ neurotic Seymour from the film may be surprised by Groff’s more subdued take. He doesn’t play up eccentricity or geekiness: He’s just one of those sweet guys society ignores.

NewNowNext:

Jonathan Groff is such a good actor, he almost convinced me that he’s a nerd. He brings levels to Seymour, who was saved as a tyke by the store owner, Mr. Mushnik, though it was only to be brought into a dead-end life that Seymour longs to escape. Groff brings real poignancy to the frustration of “Skid Row (Downtown),” not to mention his affection for coworker Audrey, who sports a black eye from her manic boyfriend, but seems ever hopeful.

The BroadwayBlog:

Ashman, in the script’s author note, states that “I can vouch for the fact that when Little Shop is at its most honest, it is also its funniest and most enjoyable.” In its current incarnation, much of this can be attributed to Groff’s performance, which delicately balances gravitas and physical humor. He deftly handles Nicholas Mahon’s puppet design, as Audrey II grows from a hand-held house plant into a colorfully carnivorous monster. And while his chemistry with Ballard isn’t heart-palpitating, its nurturing quality is enough to tug at the heartstrings for the pair’s famous Act II ballad, “Suddenly, Seymour.”

TheaterNewsOnline.com:

Somewhat remarkably, a pair of eyeglasses, an unattractive shirt and, above all, a committed attitude prove to be all that the sublime, golden-throated Jonathan Groff needs to make us forget his leading-man looks and transform himself completely into the nerdy, clumsy amateur botanist Seymour Krelborn.

New York Stage Review (#1):

Anyone who’s been wondering if Jonathan Groff is too handsome to play the schlubby Seymour in Little Shop of Horrors can stop worrying right now.

Ludicrous as it sounds, naysayers thought that Groff’s leading-man looks—which served him so well as the 19th-century bad boy Melchior in the Tony-winning Spring Awakening, as the show tune–singing bad boy Jesse St. James on TV’s Glee, and currently as the bad boy–obsessed FBI agent Holden Ford on the Netflix series Mindhunter—would hamper his portrayal of theater’s most famous green-thumbed geek. But he’s actually ideally cast: Naturally, he sings like a dream, whether serenading the bruised and broken Audrey (Tammy Blanchard) in “Suddenly Seymour” or her blood-thirsty namesake potted plant, Audrey II (voiced by Kingsley Leggs, brought to life by Nicholas Mahon and Monkey Boys Productions), in “Grow for Me.” More important, he’s immensely sincere—even when doing outrageous things like feeding his flower-shop boss/surrogate father Mr. Mushnik (Tom Alan Robbins) to the carnivorous Audrey II. Wait…you knew this was a musical about a man-eating vegetable, right?

New York Stage Review (#2):

Of course, this lo-fi production has the benefit of top-tier performers. When this new Little Shop was announced, there was some theater-Twitter consternation about the cast. Hunky Jonathan Groff plays nebbishy Seymour, and thus the conversation was about the Hot Seymour problem. (Jake Gyllenhaal portrayed the forlorn flower-seller in the previous New York version, a triumphant Encores! Off Center production co-starring the original Audrey, Ellen Greene, a few years back.) Groff wears glasses here and flat hair; his costumes fit poorly and he never quite seems to stand up straight. He also seems somewhat lumpier than usual, whether through padding or layers or time away from Equinox I don’t know. He’s also got ace comic timing, a lovely singing voice, and two Tony nominations; he is, hotness notwithstanding, a superlative Seymour.

#jonathan groff #little shop of horrors #reviews #!

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danfanciesphil · 6 years

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Some Kind Of Folliful (New Fic!)

Edgelord!Dan x ObliviousBisexual!Phil AU (based off the 80′s classic Some Kind of Wonderful)

Synopsis: Dan has one friend, and only because he was forced into it. Phil is loud, excitable, and irritatingly happy all of the time. Phil seems to find Dan's perpetual attitude funny, and despite Dan's best efforts to shun him and everyone else, wants to be around him all the time. That is, until Phil starts talking about Amanda Jones. Word Count: WIP (Estimated 12-15 chapters) updates every Tuesday Rating: Explicit Warnings: Smoking, swearing, implied prostitution, broken home, class divide/classism, pining, light homophobia, sex

Back at it again, kids! Highly recommend checking this out/subscribing to this on Ao3!

“You know Amanda Jones?”

Dan stops scrubbing the counter for a moment, blindsided by the strange question.

“From school?” Dan asks.

Phil nods.

“Hardy Jenns’ insipid arm candy, you mean?”

Phil rolls his eyes, hitching himself up onto a nearby countertop. “If you like.”

“I just cleaned that,” Dan complains; Phil doesn’t move an inch. “Yeah, I know her. Why d’you ask?”

Phil shrugs, swinging his feet to and fro. “What do you think of her?”

“Uh… I don’t. She’s part of a social structure I’d rather stay far away from.”

“Which is?”

Dan rolls his eyes. “You know. All that ridiculous status quo, popularity contest stuff. High school politics.”

“You mean ‘cause she’s one of the Elite?” Phil smirks knowingly.

“I think Elite is a strong word,” Dan grumbles, walking over to the sink to rinse out the cloth. “Rich, snobby assholes would be a more appropriate term for them.”

Phil snorts in amusement. Dan turns from the sink to survey him, brow furrowing.

“Why are you asking me about Amanda Jones?”

“I just think she’s interesting,” Phil answers, shrugging. “You know she’s not rich, don’t you?”

Dan sighs, grabbing the disinfectant spray off the side. He starts spraying the fridge door with it, wiping it down with the cloth.

“Yeah, I heard something about that,” Dan says after a moment. “She lives on our side of town, right? Big deal.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Dan huffs another sigh, already sick of this conversation. “Phil, she might have a trailer-trash bloodline, but she runs with the rich and the beautiful. It’s guilt by association.”

“Okay, that’s ridiculous,” Phil says with a snort.

Dan just glares, moving to the sink at Phil's side. Phil aims a kick at him as he passes, but Dan scoots out of his path.

“You can’t just hate her because of who she hangs out with,” Phil persists, so Dan whirls around to whack him with the wet cloth, making him shriek. “Hey!"

“Why can’t I?” He asks. “The way that girl and her big-money, cruel-heart society spit on everyone is not ‘interesting’. It’s pathetic.”

“She’s the only one who’s ever made it across the tracks, though,” Phil points out, as though this is some great achievement. “That’s pretty interesting, you’ve gotta admit.”

“She clawed her way to the dark side because she’s skinny and beautiful and leapt into bed with Hardy Jenns as soon as she snagged his attention,” Dan snaps; Phil raises his eyebrows at the tone.

“You sound pretty defensive,” Phil notes. He folds his arms and leans back against the wall, smirking again. “Jealous?”

Traitorously, Dan feels his cheeks grow a little warm. He turns away and snatches up the stock list in order to give him something to focus on.

“Of her? Don’t be stupid,” Dan mutters. “She’s got the charisma of a linoleum tile.”

“She is pretty though, isn’t she?” Phil muses.

Dan spins to face him, jabbing an accusatory finger in his direction. “I knew this was about that.”

“About what?”

“About your sex drive.”

“I didn’t say anything about sex.”

“Oh, right,” Dan says, rolling his eyes again. “Wanna start a book club with her?”

Phil snorts, jumping down from the counter at last. He grins at Dan as he sidles towards him. “Maybe.”

“Phil,” Dan sighs, trying hard to ignore the way his body stiffens as Phil steps closer. “Take my advice and let this go.”

“Dan, I’m just interested in her,” Phil says, one of his hands finding the end of Dan’s apron tie – ever the flirt. “I’m allowed to think she’s interesting.”

Dan shakes his head. “Don’t go roaming where you don’t belong.”

“You sound like an old wizard or something,” Phil says around a smile.

He’s standing so close now. He has a specific, sweet aroma that Dan’s pretty sure he produces without the aid of deodorant or perfume. It’s a tangy, syrupy scent, like caramelising sugar as it’s poured over a red, crisp apple. Dan has never known anybody smell so naturally delicious aside from Phil.

“If I was, I’d cast a banishing spell so that you’d stop pestering me at work.” Dan yanks his apron tie out of Phil’s hand, moving swiftly away.

It’s useless to stress the point though, he knows. It doesn’t matter how often Dan tells Phil he can’t keep showing up at the café while he’s working, wheedling free coffees, straining the Wi-Fi, and worst of all wandering through into the kitchen where he is absolutely not allowed – he’s never going to listen. Phil’s just not the type of guy who pays attention to rules like that. It’s not that Phil is a hardened criminal, he’s just a bit odd that way. He’s a dreamer, so things like hygiene regulations and fire safety probably don’t filter very far through the hazy, rose-tinted cloud of his brain.

It helps that he’s so confident, too. Whereas Dan has a tendency to turn his emotions inwards, Phil has a bright, exuberant personality, and no qualms about expressing himself to anyone at any time. He’ll chat with anybody: from the homeless man on the street corner, to the peculiar woman who walks her five corgis through the park every afternoon. Heck, he’ll even stop to converse with the corgis themselves. He’s obscenely likeable, really, and he gets away with a lot because he’s so friendly and chatty that it’s sort of impossible to be annoyed with him. Dan knows this far too well, unfortunately. Though, out of everyone, he’s probably the most successful person to maintain a level of annoyance with Phil Lester.

“You love it,” Phil says, his smirk stretching into a full on grin. “You want me to do it more.”

“I do not, as it happens, love getting fired,” Dan retorts, hoping the warmth in his cheeks isn’t as obvious as it feels. He distracts himself by walking to the far shelves under the pretence of further stock-checks. “You know how much of a bollocking I got from Jenns last time he saw you in here.”

“Yeah, but he’s not here now,” Phil says. “If he shows up, which he won’t because he never bothers to, then I’ll just hide in the pantry.”

“Louise is gonna be here in a second,” Dan warns, ignoring him. “She won’t be happy either.”

Phil scoffs. “She’s easy to get round.”

“Oh, am I?”

Dan and Phil whip round to face the back door of the kitchen, through which enters Louise, her bouncy blonde curls springing free as she removes her thick scarf.

Phil grins sheepishly at her. “I just mean you’re too lovely to kick me out.”

“Nice try, Lester,” Louise says, one eyebrow raised. “C’mon, hit the road. You can flirt with Dan after his shift is over.”

Phil pouts, but begrudgingly seems to accept that he has to get going. He finds his bag and hitches it up onto one shoulder, sighing.

“Fine. It’s boring here, anyway,” he says at last, and Dan glowers at him.

“Why do you listen to her and not me?” Dan asks.

Phil laughs, walking over to nudge Dan with his shoulder. “She’s just got an air of authority about her. Don’t take it personally.”

“I hate you,” Dan says, scowling as he pushes past Phil towards the door to the customer counter.

“Love you too!” Phil calls, still laughing; Dan rolls his eyes. “Come over later, yeah? I wanna hear more about your contempt for the bourgeoisie.”

“Bye, Phil,” Dan calls over his shoulder, stressing the farewell.

He hears the click of the back door as Phil leaves, and tries to ignore the pang in his chest, knowing that now he has four hours of his shift left without Phil’s inane chatter to keep him company. He sighs, hating himself for being such a hypocrite.

“Dan!” Louise calls out. “Come wipe Phil’s assprints off the countertops.”

A week passes, and Phil doesn’t drop the Amanda thing. It’s baffling to Dan, who has never so much as heard Phil name a serious, real-life crush in all the years they’ve been friends. Sure, he jokes that his heart is forever beating for Buffy Summers, but as she’s fictional and a literal superhero, Dan hadn’t really taken it too seriously. Now, out of seemingly nowhere, Phil has become, for lack of a better term, obsessed with a girl who is, in Dan’s eyes, shockingly mediocre.

Sure, she’s absolutely gorgeous. There’s no point in denying that, as you’d have to be blind or dumb not to recognise her dainty, symmetrical features, or the waft of shiny, nutella-brown locks cascading past her cute, studded ears. Her figure is something out of a seedy magazine. She’s petite and skinny, with a waist you could close a fist around and boobs the size of cantaloupe melons. She’s very, very pretty. But that doesn’t make her interesting. Dan has tried to explain this to Phil countless times since he first brought her up, but he doesn’t appear to even listen. He’ll just laugh or shake his head fondly, as though Dan were the one with the bizarre perspective of the situation.

“You can’t judge a book by its cover,” Phil had said to him one such time.

They’d been lying on Phil’s bed, staring up at his ceiling. Something was playing on Phil’s TV in the corner, but neither of them were paying attention.

“Yeah, but you can tell how much it’s gonna cost,” Dan had replied, a tad bitterly perhaps.

Phil had been quiet for a moment after that, and for a second Dan thought he might’ve actually gotten through. But then it was back to Amanda, back to how surprisingly sweet and clever and smart she seemed… from a distance. Because that’s another thing – Phil has never actually spoken to this girl. The reason for this is not because Phil is shy. He is possibly the least shy person Dan has ever known, in fact. The issue is that Amanda Jones is an esteemed member of the Elite, and Phil is… well, not. According to the hideously boring social structure of St Anthony’s Secondary School, any attempt Phil makes to cross the rickety bridge between his level of popularity and Amanda’s – even for so much as a conversation – would be practically suicidal.

Hardy Jenns, Amanda’s shit-head boyfriend, and coincidentally the son of Dan’s boss, would pound Phil to a mushy pulp if he so much as sniffed a rumour that he might be trying to chat up his girl. There are basically a whole plethora of reasons why Phil should just forget about Amanda altogether, but Dan cannot seem to convince him of this no matter how hard he tries. He drags on the stub of his cigarette as he considers all of this, trying to make it last. He hasn’t got any more after this one. A new pack of smokes would probably bankrupt him, too. He chucks the burnt out end on the ground and squashes it with the toe of his boot. Before all this came up with Phil, Dan spent maybe one minute of his life concerned with the boring, vapid lives of the Elite. Now, he has to engage in lengthy conversations about them every damn day. Even worse is that, as Phil is pretty much Dan’s only friend at school, there’s no relief from it.

His lack of friends willing to discuss non-Amanda related topics is entirely self-inflicted however. He’s projected an ‘unapproachable’ vibe for as long as he can remember, because it suits him to have his peers see him as a loner. He is a loner, after all. Except for Phil, of course. According to Phil, other people at school see him as mysterious, and alternative. He’s got some admirers, apparently, though Phil might be teasing him about that. Dan honestly could not care less how anyone at St Anthony's perceives him. As long as nobody actually talks to him, he’s fine with letting them think whatever they want.

Of course, Phil is a separate matter. Because even Dan can admit that having one person to talk to, or sit with, or just hang around during his down time, is a lot better than having nobody at all. Up until Year Nine, Dan’s school life was totally devoid of friendship. He’d thought, at the time, that he didn’t mind it. And then, like a comet bursting through an endlessly dull night sky, Phil appeared.

Dan had been sat in Chemistry at the beginning of term, already having chosen himself a seat at the back, in the corner by the window. Nobody picked the seat beside him, obviously, which was far from a surprise. And then Phil pushed into the lab, late - which Dan would later discover is one of his most prominent character traits. The teacher, irritated, asked Phil to find a seat. And that's where Dan's life transcended from utterly mundane, into bafflingly, ridiculously absurd. Because Phil swept that sharp bblue gaze across maybe five empty stools. He smiled at his friends waving manically, he ignored the frantic hands gesturing for him to sit beside them, and fixated on Dan, alone, scowling, in the far left corner. He plonked himself right down in the space next to him, his broad smile never faltering. Nothing has been the same since.

“Have we ever even met?” Dan had asked him, horrified by the audacity of this strange, perpetually happy person.

“We’re meeting now!” Phil had replied, grinning infectiously. He stuck out his hand for Dan to shake, and for some reason, Dan just did.

He’d tried in vain, after that first day, to be cold towards Phil. He’d tried to speak to him with only the bare minimum, answering Science-related stuff monosyllabically, or pretending he didn’t know the answer at all. Phil never bought the act. He laughed at Dan’s attempts to shrug him off. He teased and prodded and joked until Dan couldn’t hide the responding smile any more. He followed Dan about after class, telling him stupid anecdotes about his encounters with the squirrels outside, or prattling on about his latest clumsy incident.

It didn’t seem to matter to Phil that Dan barely ever responded. He was just content to lean against the lockers beside Dan’s while he rummaged inside, rambling about his newest art projects. He seated himself in the cafeteria next to Dan, tilting his phone screen to show him funny memes and videos of dogs. He’s the most persistent person Dan has ever known, to date, and he still has no clue why Phil didn’t just give up. But eventually, Dan was worn down. He began laughing at Phil’s stupid, unfunny puns. He sent Phil an occasional meme of his own over text. He made suggestions about what Phil should draw next. He started watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer , and texted Phil his opinions. It must have been an agonising few months of slow, tortoise-like progress for Phil, but they did become friends. By the time Christmas rolled around, Dan had someone in his life that actually cared enough to buy him a present.

Dan, who had never bought a Christmas present for anyone in his life, let alone received one, felt terrible, but Phil just gave him a hug, and told him it was fine. They’d watched stupid Christmas films on Boxing Day, wearing the paper hats from the Christmas Crackers Phil insisted they pull. It must have been around then that he finally accepted Phil as someone he didn’t mind having around. He dreads to think of what might happen if, somehow, Phil actually makes it across the Elite border and begins weaselling his way into the cool crowd. Those snooty kids are sure as hell not going to accept Dan as a member over there, even if they do, for whatever reason, make an allowance for Phil. Not that Dan has any interest whatsoever in associating himself with half-witted phonies, sipping the Kool-Aid of their conservative lifestyle.

“Hey,” a voice interrupts his reminiscence, startling him. He glances up at Phil, feeling caught out somehow. “Are you waiting for me? I thought you were working today?”

Dan stands up form the cold, brick wall he’s been sat on for the past half hour, resisting the urge to rub his sore ass.

“Not waiting for you, just smoking. Louise swapped my shift with Zoe,” Dan explains, shifting to discreetly work some life back into his numb buttocks.

“No way!” Phil exclaims, ridiculously excited by the news. His face lights up in a grin, and Dan has to look away or he’ll start smiling back like a lunatic. “Awesome! Surprise Dan-time.”

Phil slings his arm around Dan’s shoulders. He tuts and gives a half-hearted attempt at shrugging him off, but Phil knows him too well to take the bait, so he just squeezes Dan tighter as they begin their walk home.

“What do you wanna do?” Dan asks, heart picking up its pace a little. Don't say my house, don't say my house-

“I need your help, actually. Wanna come over for a bit?”

Dan’s shoulders sag in relief as they take the turning towards Phil’s street.

“Please tell me this is not Amanda Jones-related.”

“Maybe,” Phil says, aiming a guilty glance at him. “Come on, please? For me?” Phil begs, making Dan roll his eyes. “Besides, if you help me out, then I’ll stop talking your ear off about her.” Phil pauses. “Maybe.”

Dan sighs, contemplating how to respond. He’s said everything he can think of to dissuade Phil from this Amanda thing. He supposes could flat-out refuse to help. He could list all the reasons Amanda Jones is bad news for the zillionth time. He could storm off in a huff. But Dan has been looking forward to surprising Phil with this afternoon off work. He wants to chill out with the one person whom he can truly relax with, no matter what the topic of discussion is. Besides, Phil is far too pig-headed to listen to a word of Dan’s feeble protestations anyway.

“Ugh, fine,” Dan relents, not bothering to hide the reluctance in his tone.

Phil stops in the middle of the street to wrap him in an absurdly tight bear hug.

“You’re the best, Dan.”

“Get the fuck off me, you freak.”

Phil laughs, and squeezes harder.

(Chapter Two posted next Tuesday!)

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13/11/19 Carrying surfboards around Noosa

Noosa is a fairly sprawling place, several small villages nestled together behind a National Park on a headland and beaches facing pretty much every direction. It would be a great place to holiday with a car – we ended up doing a whole load of walking, and it was super super hot!

We got the coach up from Brisbane on Monday morning and left our bags at the hostel in Noosa Junction. The hostel is nice but super busy, being a base for the Nomads tours to Fraser island there is a rapid turnover of guests and always some sort of briefing going on in the bar. There’s a nice pool surrounded by shady sunloungers, and loads of picnic tables to chill and eat at, as long as you don’t mind the resident enormous black and red spider. Weirdly, Fraser Island tours seem to be massively girl-heavy, and our dorm was full of twenty-something blondes. Sam didn’t mind too much, and Joey borrowed some expensive hair product, so win.

That afternoon we walked the 15mins or so over the hill from Noosa Junction to Noosa Heads and the main beach. It’s ridiculously postcardy, with soft white sand and blue sea and the smell of eucalyptus. The shops sell very smart beachy clothing and there are juice bars and coffee bars everywhere, generally a more expensive feel than Byron. We walked around the beach front and into the National Park, peering up into the gum trees to try to spot koalas, although we were unlucky. We also failed to spot dolphins at dolphin point, although the lookout is pretty damn impressive anyway. We did see a kookaburra. We looked down to Tea Tree bay, where waves were breaking along one side of the beach giving long rides to the surfers down in the waves. We debated going back to the hostel for boards but it was sooooo faar away. We pressed on and went for a swim at Alexandria Bay (A-Bay to the local we met later). This was amazingly quiet, we pretty much had it to ourselves except for when a lifeguard zoomed up on a jetski and asked if we had seen anyone in distress, apparently someone had used the help beacon. We swam and relaxed and then continued walking over to Sunshine beach. This is huge, stretching for miles past several towns, and has pleasing squeaky sand. We blanched a bit at how far we had to walk home, about 40 minutes through Sunshine Beach town and an inland track of the national park. Still no koalas, sad, but also no snakes, phew.

That evening we had a burger deal at the hostel bar that they were advertising but none of the staff seemed to know about, and had our free “welcome drink” which turned out to be pretty much endless jugs of sugary syrupy fizz. We didn’t stay for the wet t-shirt/wet jock extravaganza but instead went for a mooch through Noosa Junction town.

On Tuesday we borrowed (free!) surfboards from the hostel and made the huge trek over to Tea Tree bay to find some surf. It really does smell like tea tree, gorgeous spot. Waves were variable but got better through the morning and we both did some great surfs. Lovely just to hang out in warm seas and tasty sunshine. Trekked back to the hostel early afternoon for cheese toasties and to hide from the sun for a while – despite bathing in factor 50 we both got a little burned while out surfing. Cooked tuna (sam) and gyoza (joey) in the super busy hostel kitchen and hung out with our spider friend.

Wednesday was insanely hot, and still feeling a little crispy we were keen to avoid the sun. We got up early and went for a pre-check-out surf on the main beach – only a 15 minute walk rather than 45 like yesterday. The waves were terrifying and Joey couldn’t do anything at all, then we realised we had left our bouncy ball on the beach yesterday so got a bit sad. We could see a plume of smoke to the left from the bush fire over on Noosa North Shore – very surreal. Lugged the boards back to the hostel and checked out, then set off to walk around a mangrove swamp (part of the everglades ecosystem, of which there are only two in the world) from Noosa Junction to Noosaville. Hugged the shade as much as possible, but it was still insanely hot and by the time we got there we were dripping. Walked along the river admiring everyone’s boats – this is clearly the place to have a catamaran or hire a jetski. Although it’s a river there’s still white sand beaches and the water is super blue, with the occasional brown turtle/floaty rock and loads of huge pelicans hanging out in the shallows.

We ate super delicious ice creams and then enjoyed an air conditioned Ripcurl shop, both stocking up on swim stuff. The girl working in the shop had a big inspirational speech about body confidence, and the guy made a joke about English people not knowing what sweat is. We bought a new bouncy ball, hurray! Then walked up to the yacht club, past a giant fibreglass pelican, and caught the ferry along the river back to Noosa Heads. The skipper pointed out houses on the North shore which have just been evacuated for the 5th time in several days as the bush fire to the north is threatening to cut off their access route. He also explained that Noosa is not a real port as it doesn't have a permanent access channel - it's a sandbar with a constantly changing river channel and ferocious waves, super treacherous to navigate by boat. Walked home, a bit of time to relax and then caught a bus up to Hervey Bay.

Hervey Bay is our only stop in Australia which doesn’t have a Base/Nomads hostel, so we checked in to the YHA. Slight hiccup with dinner as they don’t provide pots & pans when reception is closed. Fortunately some germans from a camper van let us use theirs so we didn’t starve.

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