#my knees were bad but usable mostly before i started this job

[milkweedman]

One of those shifts that makes you wonder if, objectively, you are perhaps too disabled to work.

[homeformyheart]

hey~

hope you are having an amazing week!

how would you feel about doing a noah harris x mc request from the best vs worst prompts?

maybe 21. best day at school vs worst day at school OR 27. best game vs worst game?

hi anon! thank you for the request, #27 was fitting and allowed me to close-out the chapter of my noah x mc arc (a little bit got cut out from my outline, but at least now it's finished).

author’s note: when I got this prompt, I decided to take the outline I had written for a continuation of my other MTFL fics and retro-fit it here, which is why it’s a bit longer than typical prompt fills. this finally gave me the motivation to continue the relationship I started in “first choice” and “the perfect gift.” I also drew some real-life inspiration from patrick mahomes of the kansas city chiefs (national football league in the u.s.). enjoy!

copyright: all characters owned by pixelberry studios. series/pairing: my two first loves - noah harris x mc (emma price) rating/warnings: 13+; none based on/prompt: best vs. worst / 27. best game vs. worst game; also inspired by the song “never really over” by katy perry word count: 1.7k summary: two years after graduating college and agreeing to go their separate ways, the universe seems to want emma and noah back together.

best game vs. worst game

worst game

emma tapped her finger on her thigh nervously as she waited in her boss’s office for her first assignment. she had spent the last two years since graduating college curating a travel blog for a small magazine, which had allowed her to travel all over europe, north america, and south america – an experience she knew was probably once-in-a-lifetime.

but she was homesick and decided to return stateside once her contract was up. it didn’t take long to find a position with a professional agency that contracts photographers out for high-profile athletic and celebrity events. even as a junior photographer, she was going to have the chance to take her own photos.

her boss finally handed her a sheet of paper without so much as a glance, motioning toward the door. emma supposed she was excused then, quickly scanning the sheet as she walked out to her car. a pre-nfl charity meet-and-greet was the assignment, and if she wanted, she could stick around to take some back-up photos of the game.

seemed easy enough. except the team was the nightingales. where her ex-boyfriend was currently the quarterback.

a little over two years ago

noah gripped emma’s hand, leg thumping nervously in anticipation. his other hand held hazel’s, who wasn’t faring much better at keeping still. on the other hand, mrs. harris had sat frozen still in front of the t.v. for the last thirty minutes, and emma had to keep glancing over to make sure she was still breathing.

to say they were all on edge was an understatement. in a matter of minutes, they’d find out of noah was going to become a professional football player.

“and the twenty-third pick goes to… noah harris!”

the room filled with squeals as they all jumped up from the couch and gathered noah into a giant group hug. his arm never left emma’s waist, even as he lifted hazel off the ground in excitement.

“you’re coming with me, right?”

she avoided his gaze, choosing to hug him and duck her head underneath his chin instead.

“tonight is about you! we can talk about us tomorrow. we should be celebrating!”

emma took a deep breath and pulled her car out onto the main road, making sure her phone was navigating to the stadium. she hadn’t seen or spoken to noah since they broke up – even though he tried to understand her reasoning, which was that he needed to focus on football and she was going to be traveling constantly – and she wondered if he was still upset.

if they ran into each other, would he even acknowledge her?

her mind raced with different scenarios of how their “reunion” could go and before she knew it, she was pulling into the stadium parking lot reserved for press. you’re here to do a job, she reminded herself as she took a deep breath and made her way into the meet-and-greet area where players were speaking to and hanging out with several families and children.

she took a quick look around and sighed in relief when she didn’t see noah anywhere. she could do this.

about an hour later, she was packing up her equipment. the game would start soon and she needed to get into position. she hefted her bag onto her shoulder carefully before standing up, immediately wobbling under the weight and losing her balance.

a strong arm wrapped around her waist and steadied her.

“thank you—” her voice died in her throat as she looked up at the man that still haunted her dreams.

his eyes and face were mostly the same, but there was a hardened edge to them that wasn’t there a few years ago. his body and shoulders were much larger as well, and he pretty much overwhelmed her frame.

“hey cheerleader.”

she swallowed. “hi, noah.”

his hand lingered even as she righted herself and cleared her throat nervously.

“good luck—”

“it’s good to—”

they chuckled, tension broken for the moment as they looked into each other’s eyes.

“harris, let’s go!”

noah shoved his hands in his pockets and took a step back. “maybe we could catch up after the game, if you want to.”

her eyes brightened. “i’d love to.”

they didn’t get the chance. the world seemed to move in slow motion when emma saw noah go down in the pocket from a particularly bad tackle. he had to be carried off the field in a stretcher and it was all she could do to keep from running onto the field.

they had broken up so he could focus on his career. she hoped it wasn’t in vain.

best game

two years later

emma crouched low to the ground with her long-range camera, snapping pictures of the huddle. there was less than twenty seconds left in the game – just enough, if barely, time for one last play. they needed a touchdown. and she could feel the nervous energy in her body thrumming in time with that of the crowd.

when noah went down with that horrific injury a couple years ago, most people wrote him off and didn’t think he’d play again. and if he somehow managed to recover? they all just said he probably wouldn’t be the same. a collarbone injury was usually a career death sentence for quarterbacks.

but the media, press, and so-called sportscasters didn’t know noah like she did. how strong a fighter he was. how he picked himself back up after every setback and pushed onward.

this time, she was with him every step of the way.

that didn’t mean he had an easy go of it.

he had to get surgery and go through months of intense physical therapy to get his shoulder feeling back to normal. then he had rehab for football to try to get back into form. and there was always doubt as to whether he’d be as good as before.

the season hadn’t gone smoothly. they scraped and clawed their way to the playoffs, with opposing teams taking advantage of noah’s occasional hesitance in the pocket and conservative throwing by pressuring his position. but somehow, they pulled through.

sportscasters all over would remark about how something seemed to just “click” back into place for noah harris.

only noah and emma knew what that something was.

a few weeks earlier

“are you nervous?”

noah hummed thoughtfully as his hand trailed up and down emma’s shoulder.

“surprisingly, no,” he said after a moment. “win or lose, i have everything i’ve ever wanted right here in my arms.”

emma chuckled. “when did you become such a romantic?”

“you know you bring it out of me.”

he turned on his side so he could nuzzle his nose in her hair. “you’re it for me, babe.”

“me too, noah. i mean it. if you’ll have me forever, i want that with you.”

noah pulled back to look at her. “for real?”

she nodded.

of course, emma couldn’t say with confidence that their conversation made that big of a difference, but noah’s performance every game afterward seemed to be nothing short of miraculous. by all means, his shoulder should still be giving him trouble, but the way he was throwing today in the championship game would make anyone wonder if he had been injured at all.

but this was it. everything was riding on this last play.

they were down by three points and too far for a field goal. a touchdown would end the game and clinch the championship. the team wasn’t known for playing it safe, not with noah and his arm at the helm.

emma was glued to her camera lens and clicking away, but she was barely focused on the shots. she just hoped the footage was positioned correctly and usable. she heard noah call out the play and quickly scanned the field as players moved into position.

a hail mary.

it really was going to come down to these last few seconds.

she saw the wide receiver break through the line and speed down the field, turning back to where noah had stepped back, arm poised to throw. on instinct, emma moved her camera up and snapped the shutter, capturing the exact moment noah released the ball, right before he was tackled to the ground.

and then everything seemed to move in slow motion.

she swung the camera to the left, finding the receiver in the end zone with his arms outstretched. he jumped up and the ball came arcing directly into his arms and the stadium roared with such an intensity she thought she was going deaf.

emma quickly put away her camera and left her bag with her assistant before running on to the confetti-strewn field, weaving around reports, players, and staff.

she knew noah got tackled. she needed to see that he was okay.

despite the reporters surrounding him, she squeezed her way through and wrapped her arms around him.

“i’m so glad you’re okay,” she yelled over the stadium noise. “i knew you could do it.”

noah smiled and removed her hands from his neck. she frowned in confusion as he took a step back and dropped to one knee.

“what are you doing?”

he was holding out a ring box in his hand and she had no clue how that got there. did a trainer or someone sneak that over to him?

it didn’t matter. it didn’t matter that they were surrounded by tens of thousands of screaming fans or that this moment was likely being broadcasted live by the sheer number of cameras around them. it didn’t matter that his friends and teammates were all hollering and creating a protective circle around them.

all she could see was the love of her life looking up at her like she was the most precious thing in the world.

“the championship ring we just won today is nothing compared to what this ring means right here,” he said, opening the box to reveal a very sizable diamond.

“marry me, em?”

emma squealed, not caring that it made her look like an excited teenager.

“of course, i’ll marry you!”

noah carefully placed the ring on her finger before wrapping his arms around her waist and lifting her up. he swung her around before placing her carefully back on the ground, bringing her in for a deep kiss.

“i love you,” he whispered against her lips.

“i love you too, noah,” she whispered back as they held hands and headed off the field.

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[dreamyjoons]

exposure // pjm

⇢ when a new pornstar gets nervous on set, you do everything in your power to help him feel more at ease.

Genre: 18+! pure smut! pornstar!jimin x photographer!reader, swearing. smut warnings below the cut because yeah-

Words: 5.4k

A/N: here’s some filth for Jimin’s birthday because I have no self control. No one @ me for this - me and him are still foes, thanks!!!

Warnings: slight stripping, masturbation, oral (f & m receiving), light light bondage, light choking, rimming, squirting, swallowing, hairpulling, unprotected sex, lil rough sex, slight switch!jimin and reader. Yeah lmao oop-

“Two minutes!”

The make-up artists finishes the final touches on the star. A light pat across his eyelids of a smoky rose colour, a soft swipe of gloss of his lips.

You drag your eyes away from the model to pick up your camera, watching as the final processes were slotted into place. The lighting crew had finished, the prop department had plumped the deep red chair to perfection and the clothing department has finally made a decision of what shade of black they wanted his tie.

But finally he sits in front of you, fully suited, hair fluffed to perfection. You have to force your eyes away from him and the way the suit strained against his muscles. You clear your throat and search through your briefing sheet on the shoot, finally settling on the one you needed.

Park Jimin was his name, apparently. And he seemed to be making the leap from camboy to full-time porn. Thanks to a friend higher up in the industry he’d managed to secure a full production team for his first shoot and video.

You could tell it was his first time. The blush that crept on his face only reddened as the staff left the set and waited in the wings. Perspiration began to cling to his forehead, and you could see how rapidly he was breathing.

You knew you needed to get him out of his head for this to work.

“Hey Jimin. I’m Y/N. I’ll be running your shoot today. You nervous?” You say in a soft voice, moving to just outside the set.

He turns his big eyes on you, plump lip nervously drawn between his teeth. You can hear the make-up artist grumble but you ignore it, smiling gently at him.

“H-hi. Yeah, I am.” He laughs shakily, bringing his ringed hand up to cover his blush and giggle.

“Well, I’m here to help you relax. I’ve seen more genitalia than you can imagine, and I'm damn good at my job. So we’re both gonna walk away happy.” You grin at him, hoping your confidence would rub off a little on him.

He lets out a light tinkling giggle before he steels himself, schooling his embarrassment into a refined pout and nods at you. Taking that as your ‘go ahead’, you call for silence on set and the shooting begins.

It starts simply at first: a few tasteful brooding shots of Jimin in various positions, mostly of him seated on the plush velvet chair that will serve as part of his video later. He handles it well, as if he had modelling experience. And boy did he knock the air out of your lungs, especially when he turned his sultry gaze on you.

The camera, not you. You had to remind yourself of that frequently.

But soon enough, it was time to start removing layers. Following your directions, he slipped his jacket off a little and posed, plump lips pursed for the camera. Next came his shirt. His tie stayed on, but his shirt was slipped halfway down his shoulders. He popped a collarbone, the barest hint of smooth golden skin beneath just peeking through. He lets the shirt side further off his frame, inch by inch more skin revealed until the shirt slipped to the floor.

He grew a little tenser, you could see, but his shots were still coming out nicely so you let it slide. You noted the faint abs outline that sat on his toned stomach, and even though you’d seem more six-packs than any human possibly ever, you couldn’t deny the flip in your stomach when you let your eyes linger.

He stops for poses, working the camera like he would the cam at home. But his eyes flicked to the crew around him causing his jaw and shoulder to set a little awkwardly with embarrassment.

“Hey, it’s all fine. Just pay attention to me.” You cooed. His eyes snap back to you at your words, a small nod directed at you.

You took a few more shots as he puffs his bare chest, tie pressed teasingly flat on his toned stomach. He took your words seriously, but now his entire attention was directed at you, and you could hardly bear it. The way his eyes followed your every move, how his gaze would linger on your body. It was maddening.

Next was time for his suit pants. You took a couple of shots of him popping the button, and a few more with his hand disappearing under the layers. You swallow harshly as you watch him move, delicate fingers tracing over the skin of his stomach and down.

“And now the trousers, please.” You instruct, repositioning yourself opposite him.

The blush creeps back along his face until it’s burning brightly, and not even the expensive make-up could hide it. His movements became more wooden, and he wouldn’t focus on the camera. His attention slipped from you, and soon you had no usable shots.

You lowered your camera and followed his eyes, flicking to all of the other staff that lined the set, watching him.

You chew the inside of your lip and think, deciding what was best for the shoot. You’d never had a bad shoot - you had made damn sure of that. And you liked this Park Jimin - he was new, had potential… and he was one of the hottest pornstars you had seen in a long time.

Having noticed that you were no longer shooting, he crumpled on the chair, swallowing stiffly. Seeing him there looking oddly vulnerable had made your mind up.

You walk forward and carefully kneel in front of him. He puts his ring-covered hand in front of his face as if he was hiding, but his eyes follow your every move. His bare chest rises and falls as he rakes in breath, his trousers teasingly opened and showing the edge of his designer boxers. You clear your throat, stamping down your arousal as far as you could.

“Are you feeling uncomfortable?” You almost whisper. He nods quickly

“I’m sorry, I don’t want to mess this up-“

“Don’t worry. Tell me.” You whisper, winking at him. He nods once, and swallows.

“I-yeah, a little.” He whispers, and you could feel the embarrassment radiating off him. Determined to see this shoot through, you push yourself to your feet and spin to the room.

“Alright gang, I'm gonna need everyone out! I’m gonna shoot Jimin along for the next ninety minutes.”

Your voice is loud and carries across the room. With some mumbled words and tittering, the staff eventually vacate the small set. When the door finally bangs closed behind the lights you turn to him and smirk.

“The perks of being a pro.”

He smiles at you, eyes creasing. You hold in a small squeak as you hold your camera back into position, forcibly ignoring how delectable he looked.

“I’m sorry, I don’t want to be difficult-“

“It’s okay. It’s your first shoot, it’s a lot to take in. But we’re gonna get some good shots, it’s just you and me.”

Your final few words weigh heavy in the air, and Jimin meets your eyes for just a split second before they dart away. But he nods, and you shift ready to continue.

“Okay so, start working off those trousers.”

He leans back languidly on the chair, slender hands reaching inside his waistband and baring his boxers to you. He poses with a finger sat on the edge of his lip whilst his other hand cups his bulge, and you have to force yourself to keep your breathing steady. You could tell he was a cam model before - he knew his angles, and he seemed to drip hotness.

Clearing the room had done the trick - you were getting porn shoot gold. And hot - you were getting burning hot.

“R-right, now push them down to your knees.”

He lifts his ass up to shake them off him, and you realise the lighting isn’t what it needs to be.

You plant your camera on the table behind you and move to adjust the light, tilting it down slightly.

You step away and turn back to Jimin, only to find him sat back on the chair, arm propped up on the side of the seat with his fingers pressed to his temple. His tight boxers did little to conceal his bulge, and thick, muscular legs sat apart on the chair. He’d pushed the trousers off totally, along with the shoes and socks he had on. His silken brown hair fell just over the edge of his face, his eyes set on you. His thick thighs twitched, feet firmly planted on the ground, body perfectly angled to show you everything.

Holding in a gasp, you shakily reach for your camera and kneel a few feet away from him, snapping a series of photos as he posed in the chair.

The atmosphere in the room had shifted. Gone was the nervous Jimin in a room full of people. Now he only had you as an audience, and you were just a camera to him. You at least thought so, anyway.

“Now move your hands inside your boxers.”

Your voice is barely above a whisper, but you catch a glint in his eyes that you barely had time to register.

His hand sinks inside the waistband of his briefs, the dark downy hairs just above his shaft visible. He drags his lip between his teeth as he rolls his hand over himself. You snap a couple more shots, barely able to remember to do your job.

Both of his hands slide to his waistband, and with a questioning look to you, you nod. He shifts so he’s sat a little more upright, casting an awkward shadow across his face.

You clear your throat and dart to your feet, wiggling the offending light until it slants a little more to the left. You’d worked lights so many times that you barely had to fiddle for long. As a result, you spin back to face jimin and feel your heart slam into your stomach.

With his legs spread wide, jimin sits with his hard length exposed, his waistband just tucked below his shaft.

You can tell why he has a big fan base.

Although not particularly long, he had the prettiest cock you had ever seen. Curved and thick, with a head that you wanted to settle your mouth around. It sat comfortably in his hand as he lazily pumped it, his lip drawing back into his mouth again.

You crouched in front of him again, watching as his eyes lazily move to the camera lens. He pumps his length slowly, his thighs tensing.

Small whines escape his throat, and you swear you would drip through your panties. You shift awkwardly, biting your tongue as to not make any noises.

But then he lets his head lull back as he strokes a firm hand up his shaft and a gasp escapes your mouth. His throat is exposed to you, and you watch with wide eyes as he swallows, adam’s apple bobbing. His hips rock slightly into his hands, the glint of his rings around his cock dragging your eyes back down.

The camera lowers as you watch him, and you dumbly press the button to take photos but you can't bring yourself to hold the camera back up. You wanted to watch this with your own eyes.

He lifts his head back up and smirks at you, and despite the cockiness, you notice the dark blush that creeps across his cheek and down his throat and chest.

Yes, he was by far the hottest person you had worked with. It’s wasn’t always about pristine pecks and a twelve-inch member - it was about raw sex appeal. And did Jimin have that in spades.

You let the camera sit on the floor, an odd feeling prickling in your veins. The sense of wrongness simmered, both of you being alone on set where anyone could walk in and catch you both. He was definitely putting on a show for you, and man did you wanna give him one too. But this was his first shoot, first proper brush with the industry.

Though he was hot as hell, and you were into him.

You sink to your knees, eyes glued to his hand as it leisurely pumped his cock. But you knew his eyes were on you, you could feel the heat of them on your skin, feel them undressing you.

”I’d feel more comfortable if you were as undressed as me.” his voice is playful but low, and it cuts straight to your core.

His confidence surprises you, but it sends searing hot arousal coursing through you.

You nod as if it was the best idea you'd ever heard, and you were powerless to resist.

You waste no time in pulling off your tee and throwing it behind you. Your bra follows, your nipples hardening in the chill of the room. You can feel his hungry eyes on you, brushing over every inch of exposed skin. You slow a little, wanting to tease him just as he had to you. Letting your hands drift to your chest, you let your fingers dance across your nipples, eyes fixed on Jimin. A moan staggers from his throat, an extra strong pump of his cock sending his hips bucking as he watches your fingers graze across your stiff buds.

You dip one of your fingers in your mouth, making a show to hollow out your cheeks as you sucked on the digit. Slowly you pull it out and circle it around your nipple, watching the wetness coat it and stiffen almost sorely in the chilly set air. Jimin licks his lips as he stares at you raptly, a breathy whisper of your name passing his lips.

Satisfied with the reaction you sit back, digging your fingers into your waistband and sliding down your leggings and panties. You move slow, your eyes never leaving Jimin.

His head is tilted back as he watches you, his grip a little tighter across his shaft. When you finally pull the remainder of your clothes off a small gasp falls from his lips.

You’re fully exposed to him, and the unprofessional nature of it all makes your hairs stand on end. But you can feel your wetness trickling down your leg, Jimin’s eyes following its trail down. You’d come this far, you may as well let him suck you in.

You move a hand between your legs, ghosting over your stomach to settle above your clit. Your spread wider so that he can see you clearly, and the way he drags his lip into his mouth sends a shiver through your whole body.

You slowly let your hand play over your soaking core, your entire body on fire as his eyes follow your every move.

You’re both locked in position, your hands working yourselves higher. His hips roll under his touch, and you feel your walls clench as you roll a delicate finger over your clit.

Your clit twitches under your touch, and as badly as you want to close your eyes, you can’t look away from him. You whimper a little, his name passing your lips almost like a prayer. He chokes a little, his jaw setting with determination.

“That’s it.” He grunts, dropping his cock from his hands and getting onto the floor. He crawls to you, hovering over you and crashing your lips together.

His lips were every bit as soft as they looked, light whines falling from him whenever he shifted above you. You let a hand card through his hair, the silken strands wrapping around your fingers as you pushed back in the kiss, letting your tongue swipe across his pillowy bottom lip.

You pulled back to look at him, his body above yours, tie still dangling from his neck.

With a smirk you grabbed it and yanked it back, manoeuvring him off you and onto his knees. A wicked thought shoots through you as you kneel up.

You get to your feet and tug at his tie, leading him back to the chair on his hands and knees. A mischievous glint flashes in his eyes, and as soon as the back of your legs hit the chair he rears up and pushes you.

You fall back into the seat with a yelp and he wastes no time, settling between your legs and letting his ring-covered fingers gloss over the skin of your calves and up. They ghost over your thighs before moving down to your knees and spreading your legs before him.

Your tongue shoots out to wet your dry lips, eyes fixed on Jimin. He lowers his head between your legs, crooked tongue darting out and swiping up your soaking slit. Your free hand presses through his hair, holding it back from his face as he lets his tongue dance lightly over your clit.

“Jimin...” you moan, causing his eyes to flick up to meet yours as he swipes another fat lick across your clit.

Your eyes slam shut and you whine, unable to take how hot the whole situation was. His hot breath rolls across your dripping core and you realise he’s laughing at your noises. You open your eyes and tug on his tie, pulling him harder into you.

He grunts, and in retaliation sucks hard on your clit. Crying out, you let the tie slip from your hands and grip the arms of the chair, knuckles turning white from the pressure. Now free to move, he slides his hands up to your chest to roll his fingers around your stiffening nipples. The cool metal of his rings bite into your soft skin, and you hiss as he moves to pinch your nipples between his finger and thumb. He smirks into you as he rolls his fingers over your chest, making you arch into his deft touch.

He finally moves his hands to rest on your stomach as he begins to settle on a rhythm, the point of his tongue tracing shapes over your sensitive clit. You lace your hands with his, letting the metal press into your skin as you grip him.

He works fast, his tongue dipping in and out of your soaking slit before moving to suck hard on your clit. His fingertips press into your skin, and soon your hips are moving off the seat.

He occasionally moves away from your clit to dip his tongue inside you, the thin tip of it pressing hotly just teasingly inside. Then he’ll pull back, press his thick tongue flatly against you and drag up to finally take your clit back in his mouth again. It was slow and torturous, and the looks he keeps shooting you made you fully aware that he knew the effect he was having on you. You slip one of your hands into his hair as you begin to whimper, eyes glued to him as he continues his final assault on your clit.

“Jimin, I'm close.” You whisper, barely audible above the lewd noises his mouth makes on your wet slit.

He hums, sucking hard on your clit and rolling his tongue around the nub. He doesn’t let up, rolling his tongue faster as he stares up at you. His gaze is electric, staring into your very soul, dragging your orgasm from you.

Your hips rock and you cry out as you cum, your hand in his hair holding him against you. He groans as he rolls you through it, his eyes slamming shut as he moves with your hips. Soon your body slows its ministrations, and Jimin takes his time to lick you clean, pink tongue darting gently around your sensitive core until he’s happy with his work.

You throw your head back and pant, the perspiration sticking to your skin. You finally flick your eyes down to Jimin. He stares at you from between your legs, mouth glistening with your juices as he smirks up at you. The gloss that was once painted across his delicate lips was smeared, the faint shadow on his eyes a mere dusting now, but he looked heavenly, sinful. You grab him by the tie again and pull him into a bruising kiss, the taste of you fresh on his lips. With a gentle tap, you push him away and get to your feet on wobbly legs.

“Sit.” you tell him.

”Mm, yes Y/N. ” he moans, getting to his feet and throwing himself onto the chair.

He sits back and stares up at you, tip swollen and red, oozing precum lazily. You lean forward and slowly remove the tie from his neck, letting your fingers brush against the skin of his throat. You then step behind him and pull his arms back, tying them roughly with his tie. You step back in front of him and place your hand on your hip, casting an appraising eye over him.

He sits on the plush chair in front of you, arms tied behind his back and curved cock leaking onto his stomach. His hair is stuck to his forehead and he draws in rapid breath through parted plump lips when small whines didn't escape him. His eyes were fixed on you, pupils blown wide and dreamy. The blush was back on his face too, making your heart skip a beat.

You lean in front of him and finally tug off his briefs, pulling them from under his shaft all the way off before throwing them across the room.

You straddle his lap, settling yourself above him as you grip him gently in your hand. He’s thick, and a quick swipe of your thumb over his slit shows you just how sensitive he is as he sucks in a breath through gritted teeth.

”Y/N.” he moans, eyes screwing shut as he throws his head back. You watch with a smirk as you do it again, a whine wrestling free from him. It’s quiet but grows louder as you smear his pre-cum around his tip.

“That’s it. Make some noise for me.” You whisper, letting your hand pump deliriously slowly up and down his length.

You can feel him twitch beneath you, preening at your attention. You let your finger trace the length of him as you card a hand through his hair, gripping a handful and gently tugging his head back, exposing his throat to you. He pants slightly, hooded eyes meeting yours. The blush that sits on his face is delicious, and he has nowhere to hide from you. But the intensity of his gaze and the way that he licks his beautiful lips tells you that he wants it just as much as you do.

Spurred on, you line him up with your entrance. The look in his eyes turns almost feral, the power you hold over him thrumming in your veins. His shoulders tense as you run his tip between your wet folds, His eyes darting between his cock and your face. You grin at the intense look on his face but it’s soon wiped off as you begin to sink onto him.

You bring your pelvis flat against him, his thick girth pressing hot against your walls. He curved deliciously inside of you, and you know instantly that he was gonna be popular in the industry.

Once you had stretched a little to accommodate him, you began a slow torturous ascent, rolling your hips off him until he was nearly fully out of you. The anguish that crossed his face was addictive; the way he sucked his bottom lip between his teeth, the crease in his forehead as his brows met, the red that crept from his face to his ears.

With another tug of his hair, you tilt his head back so that you can see his face, watching with pure rapture as you begin to sink back onto him. A low whine leaves him, his eyes fluttering shut as you bottom out once again.

You keep this pace up, painfully slow for the both of you but the look on his face was too good to rush through. The longer you rode him, the louder and pinker he got.

A sweat had built up on his face, strands of his hair sticking to his skin as his glazed eyes opened and refocused on you. He moves to bring his hands forward but he can’t, still tied firmly behind him. A rough moan falls from him, followed by a thick swallow. You feel him tense beneath you as you rocked back down on him, his lips falling apart to grunt your name.

“Need... fuck, need to touch you.”

”Oh, I don’t know about that.” You smile, raising yourself slowly back off his wide cock, relishing in the slow drag.

He watches you with a bereft look on his face, fighting the pleasure, wanting to deny you your satisfaction. You make sure to clench down on him for extra fun, dragging curses from his pouted lips.

“That’s it.”

His grunted words are rough, and you watch in shock as he rolls his arms up from behind him, bringing his bound hands over his head and behind you. Still fully sheathed inside you, he holds you by the ass and drops you both to the floor.

He pulls his arms from behind you over your head and firmly pushes you to the floor. You still stare at him, surprise etched on your features. A small blush bursts up his throat to join the pink of his face as he shrugs.

“I was a dancer before I did porn. I’m pretty flexible.”

“I… can see that.” You choke out, eyes caressing his gentle features.

To your surprise yet again, he lets his cock drag back from you only to ram back home, taking little time to build up until he’s repeatedly slamming his cock hard into you.

You barely have time to react, but as he grazes your soft spot inside, your vision blurs. You hook your heel over legs, spurring him on faster, further.

He shifts, bringing his bound hands to press over your throat. He doesn’t push down much, but the pressure alone is enough to make you giddy.

“This okay?” He whispers roughly by your ear.

“God, fuck yes.” You practically growl, fingernails digging into his back.

A small laugh falls from his lips, but an involuntary clench of your walls has him crying out, his fingers clenching around the soft skin of your neck.

The sound of his skin slapping yours is obscene, loudly echoing into the empty room as he fucks you into the ground. Strangled moans pass your lips, loud and uneven due to your restricted airways but you didn’t want him to stop. You needed him to keep going.

“Y/N, my hands.” He whimpers, but the tone is more of a demand than a request. You nod from under his touch, determined to give him whatever he wants as long as he kept fucking you like that.

You snake a hand off his shoulder and slide it to untie the knot around his wrists. You fumble a little as Jimin pounds into you, but soon it comes loose and his hands are freed. You hands sink back into his hair, tugging the soft strands as he rails into you.

With one hand sitting snugly around your throat, he brings his other hand down to hike your leg over his hip before it finally slips between your bodies to rub quickly over your clit.

The sensation of him pumping inside you, the pressure on your throat that was making your vision spotty and the friction on your clit was almost unbearable.

You blearily refocused on his face, sweat rolling in beads down his smooth skin, talented tongue just poking out between his plush lips.

“I’m… fuck, I’m close, Jimin.”

He smirks down at you, through his eyebrow so are still knotted as he shudders. He leans down to press a small kiss to your lips before letting out a small giggle.

With no warning he pulls out of you, and you almost scream until he settles back between your legs, fingers flying over your throbbing clit.

He rubs so hard and fast that you can’t form words, but soon you feel your orgasm finally crash over you.

You scream his name as you orgasm, hips rolling off the floor as you begin to squirt from his ministrations. You feel yourself coat the inside of your thighs, and when the waves of pleasure finally begins to subside, you look down to see Jimin licking you clean, his face dripping.

It’s your turn to feel embarrassed, but the way he looks up at you sinfully from between your legs, your wetness dripping off his chin, you feel your stomach churn. You sit up and wipe his face off, but he smirks, pressing up to capture your lips in another kiss. You kiss him back, eyes fluttering shut as you taste yourself on his soft lips.

He moans against your lips and pull away to see him pumping his cock, the tip an angry pink and profusely leaking pre-cum. Realising how close he must have been, you push him back until he’s laid back on the floor.

You replace his hand with yours as you begin to pump him, letting your eyes flick over to his. He has himself propped up on an elbow so that he can watch you, his features pulled tight in desperation. Soft moans fall from his lips as you barely touch him, his cock throbbing in your hands.

You run your tongue up the underside of his cock as your hand twists around the tip of him, conscious of how much longer he can last. A shiver runs through him as he groans, thick thighs tensing either side of your face.

Pulling your tongue off his tip, you begin to pump your hand fast on him as you kiss your way down his sac. You let your tongue trace over the skin there, letting your mouth engulf as much as you could. Jimin lets out a strangled cry, his free hand moving to knot in your hair as he basks in your warm touch and mouth.

Finally you move your mouth lower, letting your tongue feel it’s way down to his hole. You let your tongue dance across his delicate skin there, your hand still working faster across his thick length. His hips begin to roll, pressing himself onto your tongue.

“Oh god, Y/N… fuck.” He whispers, the words a constant rhapsody falling from his lips.

You let your tongue probe and tighten your grip on him. His toes curled and he begins to throb beneath you, and you know it’ll all be over soon.

You swirl your tongue around his puckered hole, a high pitched whine wrestling from him. He pulls tightly at your hair, the sharpness spurring you on.

“I’m gonna-“

Wasting no time, you pull off him and crawl further up between his legs. You take his tip in your mouth as you use both hands to pump at him. His hips roll off the floor and he cries out a litany of noises, his orgasm cresting as he begins to cum.

His hot liquid fills your mouth as you work him through it, rolling with his thrusting hips as you work to swallow every drop. As he finally begins to slow you move off of him, letting him begin to soften.

You meet his fucked-out eyes, blown wide and fixed on you. His chest rises and falls as he lets his hands gently fall from your hair to your chin. He shakily sits up and pulls you to him, pressing his lips against your own.

Both of you sit locked there for a moment, enjoying your post-sex glow.

“Wow.” He says finally, pulling away to look at you.

“Yeah. That was definitely wow.”

He pulls you against him, pulling your legs over his so that he can hold your body to him. Your faces are inches apart again and he blushes, making warmth bloom in your chest. His fingers sit on your lower back, the cool bite of his rings soothing against your fiery skin.

“So, do all of your newbie pornstars get this treatment, or am I special?” His tone is light, but the crease in his eyebrows tell you that he’s more affected by the answer than he lets on.

You smile, letting your fingers trace across his chest until they knot behind his neck.

“No, just you. And I'm going to need your number… for professional reasons, obviously.”

“Oh, naturally.” He giggles, tongue darting out to lick his lips.

You follow the motions, feeling heat creep over your face. Both of you sit and relish in the moment, knowing the staff would be back soon. But a few more kisses wouldn’t hurt.

Yeah, Jimin was gonna go far. And you were gonna be right there with him, that much you were sure of.

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One of the things with social media is that you are constantly being reminded of what happened 1,2 3 or X number of year ago and so it was the other day when we were staying at Rays Rest and Facebook reminded us that it was 3 years since we had visited Port Jackson. Since we were heading for the Coromandel with the original plan to spend a few days in the area we decided that we would head instead to the end of the road and go back to Port Jackson.

For those of you who don’t know where Port Jackson is. It’s really very simple drive north to Colville and then follow the road to the left for 30 kms. The tar seal ends at Colville and then it’s a fairly narrow gravel road for the rest of the way following the coast. The road is in good condition and mostly free of ruts and corrugations but it’s still a road that requires serious concentration taking much longer to drive than you might expect.

One highlight for us as we drove the road was when I spotted a pod of dolphins frolicking in the water closer to the shore than I have ever seen. Sadly Murphy’s law applied here and with absolutely no place to pull over to grab some photos. I guess we could have just parked on the road but rather decided to drive a little further looking for a place to stop and then —- well too late.

The road is lined on both sides in places by huge Pohutakawa trees and although we have never driven the road when they are in flower it’s not hard to imagine how spectacular the display would be in early December.

Earlier this year the road suffered badly with the two cyclones that hit New Zealand and whilst the road has been well repaired in most places there is an area just before you reach the DOC Camp at Fantail Bay where the road narrows significantly. Still wide enough for our motorhome but not much room for error.

From Fantail Bay the road, and I cannot believe I am saying this again, narrows! It also becomes much more twisting and turning with a number of blind corners before you start the long climb uphill to get over to the otherside and down to the beach below. I must confess that I was a little worried about how well the Fiat would handle such a long uphill climb on a metal road but we maintained a good momentum and crested the hill without any issues. It might have been a different story if we met someone coming the other way and I had to stop but thankfully this didn’t happen.

We arrived at Port Jackson and registered with the camp managers Fred and Dave who told us that although they where expecting a busy weekend there should be plenty of space so park where you like. Taking them at their word we found a magnificent spot overlooking the beach on a nice level spot. Over the next two days as the camp started to fill up we began to feel a little guilty about the way we had parked but figured that if the camp managers had a problem with it they could always come and ask us to move.

Last time we stayed here we walked to Fletcher Bay at the end of the road a walk of around 7 kms each way. This time we decided that we would get the bikes out and ride there. Dave the camp manager reminded us that there’s only one hill and he’s right it is one hill that covers half the distance uphill and the other half downhill. Not quite true but it is quite a hill. There are some spectacular views along the coast from the road and it’s a trip well worth making if you are at Port Jackson.

We reached Fletcher Bay the site of another DOC Camp and sadly one that was also ravaged by a storm earlier this year. With the main access route to the camp washed away only about 25% of the camp was usable. Funny thing is when we visited 3 years ago part of the access had been washed away then as well.

Fletcher Bay looks like a great place to stay with a very attractive beach as well as a spectacular coastal drive to get you there. I was told that it should be all up and running with full capacity available before Christmas.

There are a number of walks in this area with one departing from the camp heading towards Fletcher Bay along the ridgeline of the nearby farm.  It’s about a 15 minute stroll along the beach to reach the start of the walk proper, it was here that we came across the deceased Gannet. We have come across plenty of dead birds over the years but this was the first time we have come across one of these, we wondered if someone might have dumped it there.

The walk starts off with my favourite thing a set of steps leading to the ridgeline. I know that I shouldn’t complain but with bad knees I really feel those steps. From the gate at the top of the stairs the walk follows quite close to the edge of the cliff with a warning sign about strong winds. It’s not hard to imagine as you walk along being blown off the cliff. The total walk is about 1 hour to the road including another set of steps up and down another ridge to get you there. From the road you have the choice of returning the way you came or following the road back to the camp. If you do choose to take the road it’s downhill and flat for almost the whole way. The only issue this way is you need to cross a ford (stream) so be prepared to take your shoes off or get them wet.

We decided that we would walk back along the track and as we reached the head of the steps back to the beach we spotted a pod of dolphins swimming just off the shore. We stood there for 10 or so minutes watching them and then decided to wander back to the motorhome. For the next 4 or 5 hours that pod of dolphins swum up and down the beach numerous times coming close to people who were swimming in the water. It is by far the longest I have ever seen dolphins stay in an area.

To the left of the campsite is what remains of the old jetty, these days not much more than a rundown concrete structure. I was interested to see the Hydrographic Survey mark never having seen one of these before. Walking back along the rocks towards the camp we noticed lots of fish remains we were however very concerned with the size of some of the skeletons that remained I am sure they wouldn’t have measured 30cm. Some appeared very undersized. Saturday the camp really filled up, probably getting to half capacity and we found ourselves surrounded by other campers including a large family group with multiple tents from Columbia, a couple from Tauranga and a large family group from Hamilton that have been coming to Port Jackson for 48 years and now have the 4th generation camping in this fantastic place.

One really interesting thing about the DOC Camps in Coromandel is that they are all now “pack in pack out” so you need to take your rubbish away with you. However to make things easier they now collect all your food scraps in little buckets they hand out. They then use these food scraps to feed the compost and worm farms they have on site and are going to use these to propagate Kauri and native  plants in the area which now cannot be imported from other areas due to the dieback disease. It was amazing how little rubbish we had after putting all our food scraps in the bucket.

I never remember peoples names but do a good job of remembering peoples motorhomes so on Sunday when Sarah and I where wandering along the beach and I noticed two vans pull in I said to her we saw those vans last year in Whananaki. Sure enough it was two ladies who names I have again forgotten that had stayed at the same place as us almost exactly one year ago. I think one of the great things about coming to a place like this is the family atmosphere with everyone getting on with each other. It makes it an enjoyable place to be.

In all we spent 4 nights at Port Jackson and it must have been the first Labour Weekend in years where the sun actually shone for the whole weekend. Each evening we got treated to fabulous sunsets. It was during these times that I asked Sarah which was her favourite place here or our real favourite place, Puriri Bay in Northland. I think if the road to get here wasn’t so bad it might be a close thing. Still absolutely worth a visit to this place.

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Camping at Port Jackson One of the things with social media is that you are constantly being reminded of what happened 1,2 3 or X number of year ago and so it was the other day when we were staying at…