Josh Groban Wants To Be On You | NC17 | Glee
Title: Josh Groban Wants To Be On You
Prompt: Josh Groban wants to be on you
Fandom: Mrs. Schuester/Josh Groban, Glee
Requested by: kitnkabootle
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 937
Disclaimer: Not mine. Wish they were. Please don't sue.
Author's Note: When it comes to the Glee fandom, I tend to prefer the more off-the-wall pairings. I am really not a fan of the canon ships (*hides*) so when my dear friend begged for this to be written, there was no way that I could say no. I’ve been hard at work on my auction fics, so this was a fun little break. I really hope it turned out okay (any errors are my own…I was slightly out of it when I wrote/proofread this). Please let me know what you think!
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Mrs. Schuester cannot decide if Josh Groban tastes like wine or if it is simply the taste that was in her mouth before his tongue entered it. Somewhere in the hazy back of her mind, she suspects that she may be doing a bad thing, but it’s hard to care at this point because Josh Groban has her pressed against a wall and is doing something to her bosoms-what was it that the kids were calling it? Motorboating? - and it feels amazing.
She thinks the reason why she’s letting him reach around and unhook her bra is because she fully intends on telling him to stop. The words are on her tongue; she can almost hear herself whispering that he should stop, but all she does is moan when he takes her nipple into his mouth. She simply threads her fingers into his soft, curly hair and pleads for him to continue.
Mrs. Schuester can’t remember the last time she’s felt this good. Hell, she can’t remember the last time she’s even been desired. The thought would usually make her sad and seek consolation in a bottle of wine, but she doesn’t feel sad. She feels amazing.
Josh Groban is reaching between them, pulling at his pants and mumbling something about how much he loves the freedom of having unprotected sex with menopausal women. She can feel his erection pressing against her thigh and momentarily wonders when her own pants and panties were discarded, but she quickly stops caring when she feels him pressing up against the heat of her sex.
She can’t even remember the last time she had sex with her husband.
Mr. Schuester.
Mrs. Schuester pulls back slightly, looking into the handsome features of the young man standing in front of her. He’s so impossibly young, probably younger than Will. She’s not sure she’d have ended up in this position if she hadn’t been a little drunk, but what she’s even more unsure about is how someone like Josh Groban could possibly find her so appealing.
But he does. She still recognizes the lust that peers at her through heavy-lidded eyes and can feel his hardness settled against her slit, awaiting permission to enter. For all of his earlier forwardness, he is still respectful enough to wait for her to be ready. She finds this incredibly touching.
He kisses her and she lets him, moaning into his mouth. Josh Groban wants her enough to fuck her against the wall in a high school while his bodyguard stands at the door. This musical superstar wants her when he could have anyone.
Mrs. Schuester deserves this.
She reaches between them, grabs hold of his cock, and positions it at her entrance. They both groan when he slowly eases his way inside of her and she tips her head back against the wall, her eyes focusing on the blurred ceiling above her. He kisses her throat and nips at her collarbone before focusing again on her breasts. He’s remarkably attentive, alternating between both of her nipples while he continues to thrust into her, angling his hips so he grazes her clit with each upward stroke.
This, Mrs. Schuester decides, is better than wine. It’s better than anything she’s experienced in years. She’s been numbing her sadness with alcohol for so long that she forgot how good it feels to simply bask in sensation.
Josh Groban pulls her leg up, encouraging her to hook it around his hip while he begins to quicken his pace. He whispers into her ear how sexy and amazing she is and Mrs. Schuester’s head swims. Has she ever been called sexy? Amazing?
She cups his ass, digs her manicured nails in, and arches her hips in time to meet each thrust. Her tummy tightens and she can feel her climax approaching. His hips quickly piston against her own, his pelvis grinding against her clit. She kisses him then, long and wet and sloppy, arching her chest into his touch. One of his hands is at her hip, holding her steady against the wall, and the other is palming and squeezing her breast.
It surprises her that they both reach their orgasms almost simultaneously. She throws her head back and cries out, low and guttural. Josh Groban buries his face into the crook of her neck and moans, deep and melodious. He pumps inside of her and she contracts around him, squeezing every ounce of his arousal out of him. She can feel her climax throughout every inch of her body and doesn’t believe she’s ever come so hard in her life.
When Josh Groban slides out of her, he helps her back into her pants before he adjusts his own. He asks to keep her panties and she shyly says yes, blushing furiously as she watches him slide them into his pocket. She rehooks her bra and buttons her blouse, smoothing the wrinkles from her sweater.
Josh Groban takes her hand and kisses her knuckles, telling her that he hopes to see her again if he finds himself in Ohio. She smiles, blushes, and watches him leave the room.
She gives herself a few more minutes to collect herself before she goes to find her husband. Pressing a hand to her flushed, warm cheek, Mrs. Schuester pushes aside her guilt and decides that she deserved this indiscretion simply because she does not feel the aching, twisting need for Merlot.
Mrs. Schuester is unhappy about only one thing.
She won’t be able to listen to his albums without blushing and remembering the way he said, “Josh Groban wants to be on you.”
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Prompt: Josh Groban wants to be on you
Fandom: Mrs. Schuester/Josh Groban, Glee
Requested by: kitnkabootle
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 937
Disclaimer: Not mine. Wish they were. Please don't sue.
Author's Note: When it comes to the Glee fandom, I tend to prefer the more off-the-wall pairings. I am really not a fan of the canon ships (*hides*) so when my dear friend begged for this to be written, there was no way that I could say no. I’ve been hard at work on my auction fics, so this was a fun little break. I really hope it turned out okay (any errors are my own…I was slightly out of it when I wrote/proofread this). Please let me know what you think!
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Mrs. Schuester cannot decide if Josh Groban tastes like wine or if it is simply the taste that was in her mouth before his tongue entered it. Somewhere in the hazy back of her mind, she suspects that she may be doing a bad thing, but it’s hard to care at this point because Josh Groban has her pressed against a wall and is doing something to her bosoms-what was it that the kids were calling it? Motorboating? - and it feels amazing.
She thinks the reason why she’s letting him reach around and unhook her bra is because she fully intends on telling him to stop. The words are on her tongue; she can almost hear herself whispering that he should stop, but all she does is moan when he takes her nipple into his mouth. She simply threads her fingers into his soft, curly hair and pleads for him to continue.
Mrs. Schuester can’t remember the last time she’s felt this good. Hell, she can’t remember the last time she’s even been desired. The thought would usually make her sad and seek consolation in a bottle of wine, but she doesn’t feel sad. She feels amazing.
Josh Groban is reaching between them, pulling at his pants and mumbling something about how much he loves the freedom of having unprotected sex with menopausal women. She can feel his erection pressing against her thigh and momentarily wonders when her own pants and panties were discarded, but she quickly stops caring when she feels him pressing up against the heat of her sex.
She can’t even remember the last time she had sex with her husband.
Mr. Schuester.
Mrs. Schuester pulls back slightly, looking into the handsome features of the young man standing in front of her. He’s so impossibly young, probably younger than Will. She’s not sure she’d have ended up in this position if she hadn’t been a little drunk, but what she’s even more unsure about is how someone like Josh Groban could possibly find her so appealing.
But he does. She still recognizes the lust that peers at her through heavy-lidded eyes and can feel his hardness settled against her slit, awaiting permission to enter. For all of his earlier forwardness, he is still respectful enough to wait for her to be ready. She finds this incredibly touching.
He kisses her and she lets him, moaning into his mouth. Josh Groban wants her enough to fuck her against the wall in a high school while his bodyguard stands at the door. This musical superstar wants her when he could have anyone.
Mrs. Schuester deserves this.
She reaches between them, grabs hold of his cock, and positions it at her entrance. They both groan when he slowly eases his way inside of her and she tips her head back against the wall, her eyes focusing on the blurred ceiling above her. He kisses her throat and nips at her collarbone before focusing again on her breasts. He’s remarkably attentive, alternating between both of her nipples while he continues to thrust into her, angling his hips so he grazes her clit with each upward stroke.
This, Mrs. Schuester decides, is better than wine. It’s better than anything she’s experienced in years. She’s been numbing her sadness with alcohol for so long that she forgot how good it feels to simply bask in sensation.
Josh Groban pulls her leg up, encouraging her to hook it around his hip while he begins to quicken his pace. He whispers into her ear how sexy and amazing she is and Mrs. Schuester’s head swims. Has she ever been called sexy? Amazing?
She cups his ass, digs her manicured nails in, and arches her hips in time to meet each thrust. Her tummy tightens and she can feel her climax approaching. His hips quickly piston against her own, his pelvis grinding against her clit. She kisses him then, long and wet and sloppy, arching her chest into his touch. One of his hands is at her hip, holding her steady against the wall, and the other is palming and squeezing her breast.
It surprises her that they both reach their orgasms almost simultaneously. She throws her head back and cries out, low and guttural. Josh Groban buries his face into the crook of her neck and moans, deep and melodious. He pumps inside of her and she contracts around him, squeezing every ounce of his arousal out of him. She can feel her climax throughout every inch of her body and doesn’t believe she’s ever come so hard in her life.
When Josh Groban slides out of her, he helps her back into her pants before he adjusts his own. He asks to keep her panties and she shyly says yes, blushing furiously as she watches him slide them into his pocket. She rehooks her bra and buttons her blouse, smoothing the wrinkles from her sweater.
Josh Groban takes her hand and kisses her knuckles, telling her that he hopes to see her again if he finds himself in Ohio. She smiles, blushes, and watches him leave the room.
She gives herself a few more minutes to collect herself before she goes to find her husband. Pressing a hand to her flushed, warm cheek, Mrs. Schuester pushes aside her guilt and decides that she deserved this indiscretion simply because she does not feel the aching, twisting need for Merlot.
Mrs. Schuester is unhappy about only one thing.
She won’t be able to listen to his albums without blushing and remembering the way he said, “Josh Groban wants to be on you.”
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