#Sunset Sound Studios

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Among the promise and palm tree lined streets of Hollywood lives the genre bending 3-piece rock band Dogstar. Bret Domrose on guitar, Rob Mailhouse on drums and an absolute legend, Keanu Reeves bringing up the low end on bass. The overall vibe you pick up on immediately when around them is that Dogstar is exactly who they want to be. There’s comfort and an ease within this band of good friends full of banter and funny jabs between songs. Their music inspiration range is wide. From indie, folk, pop, Bret’s love of 80’s music, mixed with a pinch of punk as Keanu warms up with a Breeders riff and discusses his love for J Mascis. The band is pure joy and what is most striking upon seeing them play live is the collective energy that resonates with a type of innocence and love for the sole purpose of playing music. This is music meant to be played loud and played live and we are absolutely thrilled to have them in the famous Sunset Sound Studios do just that here on Cardboard Sessions 17.

Welcome to Cardboard Sessions. A jam format music series that brings musicians together to play instruments built and designed by the creators of Cardboard Chaos. A creative exploration for the love of music and the chance to hear something original. No rehearsals, no plan. The moment when a creative spark hits and you dig deep to explore the realm.

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New Video: Taleen Kali Shares a Fuzzy, Power Chord-Driven Ripper

New Video: Taleen Kali Shares a Fuzzy, Power Chord-Driven Ripper @taleenkali @dumdumrecs @forcefieldpr

Los Angeles-born and-based singer/songwriter, guitarist, poet, essayist, visual artist, and Dum Dum Records label head Taleen Kali (she/they) crafts romantic punk songs with a cosmic sound with elements of shoegaze, psychedelia and grunge that’s dreamy and defiant. Influenced by melodies and imagery from her Armenian heritage and her parents’ birthplaces of Lebanon and Ethiopia, Kali has manages…

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ROBERT JON & THE WRECK Bring Me Back Home

ROBERT JON & THE WRECK Bring Me Back Home

The Southern roots rockers ROBERT JON & THE WRECK have released “Bring Me Back Home” a new number that was produced by the legendary Kevin Shirley (Iron Maiden, Journey, Black Crowes, Joe Bonamassa) and recorded at the legendary Sunset Sound Studios in Los Angeles. It’s the latest taste from a batch of new material that the band has been busily releasing thru 2023. Robert Jon’s mashfat &…

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EXILE ON MAIN STREET SESSIONS, LOS ANGELES 1972

EXILE ON MAIN STREET SESSIONS, LOS ANGELES 1972

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Happy double birthdays to Lizzy "Princess Rizu" Hofe (31) and Anthony Sardinha (32)!

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Sunset Sound Recorders at 6650 Sunset Blvd

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Engineer Donn Landee looked back on working with Van Halen on the iconic band's 1978 self-titled debut album, noting how the band's members were initially disappointed in its sound.

Even though it would go on to redefine rock music for a whole generation, 1978's "Van Halen" got off to somewhat of a rocky start. Right after the release, the album was greeted with some less than complimentary early reviews — for one example, Rolling Stone wrote: "In three years, Van Halen is going to be fat and self-indulgent and disgusting ... follow[ing] Deep Purple and Led Zeppelin right into the toilet. In the meantime, they are likely to be a big deal."

And while Eddie or his band members never got "fat" or went sewage-diving, they definitely became a "big deal" pretty quick.

Some members of the band, however, clung to their misgivings with the original album's sound for a bit longer, with Alex Van Halen reportedly saying that it didn't sound as imagined. Asked in a recent interview with "Tape Op" whether members of Van Halen voiced their concerns during the recording process, engineer Donn Landee said:

"They were extremely quiet. We didn't hear anything about [the sound of the album] until well after Van Halen was out. They were disappointed; it's not what they had in their mind when they came in to do the record. But Al told me we got it [right] later on. What we got on tape for '1984' was much more to his liking."

Asked to comment on bassist Michael Anthony's remarks how Van Halen wanted to sound like Montrose and how they were happy for the opportunity to work with Landee and Ted Templeman because of it, he said:

"The Montrose and Van Halen debuts sound really very different. With Montrose, we did overdubs. We would do two or three [tracks] of Ronnie’s guitars. With Van Halen, they played it and we were done. That's the way most of that first album [was recorded]. There are some songs that have some [guitar] overdubs, but not many. We did the Van Halen albums on 24-track, but we could have done them on 16-track. I don't think we ever filled up the tracks. That’s the reason why when we built 5150 for [recording] 1984, I did not buy a 24-track. We went with a 16-track machine."

Donn Landee would go on to form a special bond with the band, and even eventually helped Eddie Van Halen build his legendary 5150 home studio, where he used a mixing desk nearly identical to the one from Sunset Sound Recorders, where "Van Halen" was made.

Asked if it was true that his fellow engineer Kent Nebergall specially decorated Sunset 2's control room for the occasion of recording "Van Halen", Landee said:

"He had a Star Wars X-wing toy. He brought it in, hung it up, and said, 'This belongs here, believe me, because these are two greatest things I've ever experienced: Van Halen and Star Wars!' It was hanging from the ceiling, right between the two monitors in Studio 2, for all the time we recorded Van Halen. I loved working with Kent."

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and down below chasing the afterglow we won't have a thing to show you tell us we're free be free

sky above - jacob collier

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The Handyman

Summary: When you inherit your aunt's estate after she passes away, you hire Harry to fix up the old house but that's not all he winds up being good for.

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Word Count: 10.9k

Warning: smut, mentions of a close relative dying, and tons of sweetness

When you pulled up the long dirt driveway to the old estate you used to spend your summers at, it was as if you could feel your aunt Gayla’s presence all around you again. You could remember running through the fields and the trees and dawdling your afternoons away on the big wraparound porch with extra sweet lemonade and book after book.

Your aunt would have her old radio playing with records or cassette tapes, volume turned up so loud you’d be out climbing a tree a quarter mile off and could still hear the sounds of Credence Clearwater Revival or Stevie Nicks crooning over the distance. When the sun would begin to dip in the sky, oranges and pinks coloring in where it was bright blue just before, she’d change the record to Bill Withers or maybe even Louis Armstrong and she’d call you in by screaming at the top of her lungs that it was time to eat. But when you’d arrive she’d pull you into her arms and dance with you and tell you how important it was to read, write, dance, and love.

And everything she did and the way she lived her life had the biggest influence on yours these days. She had been your favorite person, next to your mother of course. But your mother died when you were 17 and your aunt filled in to help raise you when your dad was overwhelmed with the loss of his wife and trying to reign in a hormonal and emotional young woman. He tried his best but you knew it was lucky your aunt stepped up to help guide you into adulthood.

So it came as almost no surprise to anyone when your aunt passed and she left you everything she had. At the time you didn’t realize she had so much. At the reading of the will, it was just you and your father. The lawyer said you’d be inheriting her estate and every dime she had to her name. But when he read off the number, well, that part very much came as a surprise.

It was a life-changing number. And her old, huge house set on 16 acres in that old, small town was worth far more than you ever imagined it would be. You were advised to sell it at first. And you certainly considered it. What would you be needing with so much space all by yourself so far away from the big city you currently lived in? That money could just be piled on top of the already large sum she’d left you.

But the more you considered selling it the more you hated that idea. All the wonderful memories you had there, all that gorgeous space with expanses of marble and hardwood and tall trees and meadowland could be a sanctuary. It could be a place for you to live. To enjoy the large space, tall ceilings, and windows, the sunrises and sunsets… To play music loudly and dance in front of your oven as you baked muffins and write to your heart’s content.

It could certainly be far better than your studio apartment that cost nearly as much in rent as what you made working your ass off at the paper. You could move out of your rundown, mouse-infested building and fix up the old estate to your liking. You could quit your job and begin writing full-time like you always wanted. Your aunt’s house would be the perfect place to begin your new adventure. A refuge of peace. An oasis of your own to spark inspiration and creativity.

And so here you were, standing with the key in hand on the big front porch, old, rotted boards bending and cracking as you stepped up to the door to open it for the first time in years. When your aunt had fallen sick, she’d been transferred to the city to live with your father as she was unable to care for herself during the end of her life. You helped as often as possible. On Saturdays, you’d take her to the park to sit on the bench and watch the birds and the trees and you’d chat about the books you were reading and life. You did that every Saturday until she could no longer be moved from her bed. But you were always with her every Saturday, by her side and holding her hand until she had no more Saturdays left.

You felt a surge of emotion as you walked through the space. The old funky vintage chandelier that hung over the dining table was covered in cobwebs. When your aunt had it installed you helped her paint the little ceramic flowers in various shades of green and yellow. It had been all white at one time.

But it was the window that stretched along the wall that overlooked the back acreage that drew you closer. Pulling the dusty curtains aside, sunshine filled the room. Sheets covered the furniture that had all been left behind.

The whole place was yours. And you had a great feeling about this next phase in your life.

. . .

After a week of cleaning, working in the garden, peeling wallpaper down, having a new refrigerator and oven range installed as well as a washer and dryer for clothes, and attempting to tear out wooden boards from the front porch all by yourself, you’d hit a wall. It was clear you’d need help to get the house in tip-top shape.

Scouring the internet for handyman recommendations, you were left feeling quite hopeless. So you made a trip into town to talk to the owner of the hardware shop you met some days earlier when you were buying paint and tools. He had mentioned he knew someone who could help if you ever needed. A local man who took over his father’s business. You imagined there weren’t a lot of people willing to make the trip out to the small town and then even further out to the old house miles from the main road.

When you arrived, as you expected, the place was empty aside from Mr. George shuffling about behind the counter. When he spotted you his face lit up in a grin, “Miss Y/n! How can I help you this Thursday morning?”

“Hi, Mr. George. I was uh, wondering if I could get the number of that handyman you were telling me about? I think I’ve done all I can do by myself at this point. Some of the electricity needs rewiring, the boards in the porch are rotting away–“

“Say no more, my dear. I’ll call him right now,” he placed his hand over the phone receiver, “We’ll see if he can make some time today or tomorrow and if not, I’ll bet he can fit you in next week for a quote.”

“Next week?” You frowned.

“Well, he’s the only one who runs the business these days. His pop passed away a couple of months back so I’m assuming he might be a bit busy. Good guy, though. I wouldn’t recommend him if I didn’t think he’d do your aunt’s place justice.”

You nodded. That would have to be good enough you supposed. If not this week, next week you figured would be okay. Things were different in the small town than they were back in the big city. Life moved a bit slower and that was something you would just have to get used to.

Mr. George dialed the number he pulled up from his desktop Rolodex as you patiently waited to find out if the recommended handyman would be interested in helping you or not.

“Harry! My boy! How are you?” Mr. George spoke into the receive with a big smile.

“Yeah… I’m well too. Hey, look,” he glanced at you, “I’ve got a lovely young woman here who needs some help with her new house… yes. It’s that old mansion off Timbert. The one about a two miles from the main road… exactly. Gayla’s old place… It’s her niece, uh,” he cupped the receiver and looked at you with his brows raised as you spoke your name to him, “her name is Y/n.”

Seemed everyone in this town knew your aunt. You watched George scribble down something on a piece of scrap paper before sliding it over to you and began to make a little small talk with the man called Harry.

It was a number and the name of the company, Styles and Son. Mr. George pointed at the paper, and looked at you, “Write your number down here for me.”

You picked up the pen he used and wrote your number with your first and last name next to it, handing the paper back to him.

Mr. George tore off the section with your number and nodded at you, “Okay, ready for the number?”

He read it off to Harry before looking at you and holding out the receiver, “Wants to ask you a couple of questions.”

“Oh, sure,” you reached for the phone and stepped closer to the counter so you could put it to your ear, “Hello?”

“Hi. You’re Gayla’s niece?”

“Yes, sir. She recently passed and left the house to me and I wanted to fix it up a little.”

“My dad used to help Gayla out whenever she needed things done. I’ve never had the opportunity to see the inside but I’d like to come by maybe tomorrow afternoon when you have an hour or so to spare?”

“Sure! I’ll be home all day. Any time works for me.”

“Great. Let’s say around 2? I’ll give you a call before I head that way. George gave me your phone number, and make sure he gives you mine.”

“Oh yeah. He already did. I’ve got it written down here.”

“M’kay… well, I’ll see you tomorrow Y/n.”

“Sure! And thank you again!”

Mr. George took the phone from you and placed it into its cradle to hang up the call, “You know… Harry’s a single man. Bout your age. My wife says he’s a looker and I reckon you two might get along well.”

���Is that so?” You grinned at the store owner as you folded up Harry’s contact info and stuffed it into your pocket, “Appreciate this, Mr. George. So much. Truly.”

“Ahh, it’s nothin’. This small town is a close-knit community. We’re all here to help each other when we can.”

. . .

Instead of calling you, Harry texted when he was on his way over.

See you in half an hour. H

You smiled at the thought of finally getting some help in that big lonely house. Wiping the sweat from your forehead you climbed down the step ladder to freshen up a bit before Harry could arrive. You slid on a clean cotton dress, washed your hands and face, and then made some lemonade should he want anything to drink.

When Harry arrived you heard his truck clonking up the dirt driveway before you saw it. He’d been your first visitor so it was the first time you’d had the pleasure of hearing a vehicle driving toward your house (and didn’t it feel so weird to call it your house?). You watched out the window as dust kicked up from his tires. It was a big black truck. A decal on the side that read Styles and Son.

Walking onto your porch you waved to greet him as he stepped out, feet landing on the ground. His attire was simple. Jeans and a white t-shirt with a pocket at the front. Work boots. But what you couldn’t get over as he smiled and raised his big hand to wave back at you was how fit and broad he was. Tanned skin on his arms and tattoos up the length of one of them. Chestnut curls with touches of light brown and maybe blond hidden in the strands. He was tall and he was handsome.

“Y/n?” He smiled as he walked up the steps to your porch with his eyes on you. Green eyes.

“Yes! I’m Y/n,” you reached your hand out to him as he gripped it into his palm to shake.

“Nice to meet you. I’ve always wanted to check out Gayla’s house. Glad I’ve got the opportunity,” he looked down at the boards under his feet, “And first thing is,” he bent down and placed the heel of his palm into the wood, “this porch needs updating in a bad way.” He stood back up, soft green irises on you, “Feel how soft that is when you step over it?” He spoke as he demonstrated, pressing his foot into the floor of the porch.

You nodded, “Oh yeah. I already tore some of the boards out but I knew I couldn’t do all this on my own.”

Harry squinted at you and the way his eyes scraped down over your dress and to your feet then back up to your face had you tingling, “You tore out some boards on your own?” He nodded with an impressed look on his face.

Now you were feeling flustered. The sudden shift in temperature made it feel like your cotton panties were digging into your hips and your thighs too tight.

You laughed and shook your head, “Oh… I mean it wasn’t much. But…” you looked back up at him and watched as a lopsided smile took over his face, complete with a dimple, “You wanna come inside? See the place?”

“Absolutely.”

You pushed the front door in and let Harry pass through into the space. You watched him look all around and then walk toward the big front window and slide his hand over the wood frame, “Beautiful woodwork here,” he looked up toward the ceiling and then along the wall toward the archway into the dining area, “It looks like it’s probably throughout the house. We’ll be sure to keep this original,” he looked at you suddenly, “Unless you wanted to completely change all this. It’s up to you but I would suggest trying to maintain the existing features.”

“I would love to keep it original if possible. So… are you saying you’ll do this for me?”

Harry chuckled and ran his index finger under his nose, “Soon as I saw the place as I drove up the path to get here had my heart set on it. Of course, we’ll need to talk numbers and come to an agreement but I’m ready to start as soon as possible. What’s the electricity situation? Original too?” He looked up at the light sconce on the wall.

“I think it’s all original. Everything. Most likely all needs overhauled to bring it up to code. So… you don’t have other jobs you are committed to right now? Thought you were the only one?”

Harry raised his brows and looked back at you, “Hired a helper a couple weeks back. He can do all the odd jobs for me while I focus on this. Honestly, Y/n,” you scorched at the way he said your name so casually, “There ain’t tons of work around here. I usually have one or two small jobs a day. Garbage disposal repair, sodding a yard, shingle repair… we do bigger jobs too like tree stump removal, burst pipes, and things like that. One-offs usually.”

“Tree stump removal… you do all that?”

He nodded, “Yep. I do it all. Got the equipment from when my father was running the business. My dad and I were the only ones in town to do all this kind of stuff so we learned how to do just about everything.”

You showed Harry around the rest of the house and described what you thought you might want done. But watching Harry slide his hands over your baseboards and knock at the walls as he talked about what he’d do… you smiled and agreed with everything he said.

“I do want the wallpaper out, though. It’s a little too dated for my taste,” you ran your finger over the silk flower design wall covering and Harry put his palm over the wall and nodded, “We could look at other wallpaper if you wanted. Or were you just thinking paint?”

You bit your lip and leaned into the wainscoting, “Maybe a new wallpaper? What do you think is better?”

Harry mimicked your pose, placing his hip on the white wainscoting, and faced you, “There are some really high-quality wallpapers out there. In any pattern you can think of. Can also get them custom-made if you had the money for it. I’d get the wallpaper if I were you.”

You nodded, “I’ll be honest, Harry, my aunt left me a good bit of money and I’d like to restore the place with really nice quality things and finishes. Want it to look as beautiful here as it did the day it was built. I’m not too worried about how much it’ll all cost. Within reason of course.”

Harry pushed himself from the wall and clasped his hands together behind his back, “I’m really sorry for your loss by the way. Was a shock to everyone when we found out she passed.”

You nodded, “Yeah. I always thought she’d live forever. Spent so many summers here with her, climbing trees and dancing… just feels so weird that she’s gone now,” a small smile covered your face, “But also, I’m sorry to hear about your dad too. His recent passing.”

The smile fell from Harry’s face, “Did George tell you he passed?”

“He did. I’m sorry if bringing that up wasn’t–“

“No, it’s fine. I was about to tell you anyway. Hence the name of the business, Styles and Son. I’m the son part of it,” he grinned, “But yeah. He died and I took over the business. It’s been a struggle. I miss him but I think he’d be really pleased that I was getting the chance to fix this old place up.”

You offered Harry some lemonade and you both sat on the back porch together as you discussed what you wanted done first with the house. Of course, Harry already had a solid timeline in mind, he’d start with the electrical wiring and the rotten boards on the porch and make sure everything was up to code and safe before getting to the more superficial parts of the job. The garden and landscaping would come last.

Everything flowed so nicely with Harry. He was easy to talk to and you trusted that he knew what he was doing. And it didn’t hurt that his voice was soothing and deep and slow. You could listen to him talk about solid hardwood versus engineered hardwood all day long if he let you.

“Well, I’ll be heading out now I guess. Be back first thing in the morning and start on this porch.”

You walked him to his big truck and shook his hand again, thanking him for taking the job and feeling a bit overwhelmed and emotional at everything.

Overwhelmed because Harry was so genuinely kind and you knew immediately you could trust him completely. Which just added to his charm and sex appeal. You really tried to push down the fact that he was so stunningly attractive because that wasn’t going to do you any good. And even though Mr. George told you he was single, you couldn’t imagine that was true. Someone as yummy-looking and kind-hearted as Harry? There was no way he wasn’t at least seeing someone.

But you were also emotional because you were finally going to get to see your aunt Gayla’s house restored to its original glory. It was going to be a real labor of love but it felt so good to be doing it. You had never felt so sure you were on the right path in life until that day. Until Harry arrived with his big truck and assured you that you’d get everything you wanted and that it would end up being even better than before.

And for the first time since you moved into that old house, you sat down and began to write. You’d gotten nearly ten thousand words written and were awake well into the wee hours of the morning typing away with the sudden inspiration you’d gotten. You fell asleep with your laptop next to you when you couldn’t hold your eyes open any longer.

You were woken to the sound of pounding and clanking and creaking which had you startled as you sat up in your bed and looked around your bedroom. The sun filled the space with light and you picked up your cellphone to note the time and saw a missed call from Harry.

Wrapping your robe around yourself you ran down the stairs all frazzled and rushed and burst onto the front porch, tripping over a stack of fresh boards and landing on your knees and palms like an idiot.

“Hey… hey…” you heard Harry’s deep voice from behind you as he slid his hands under your arms to help you up, “You okay?”

“Oh my god…” you croaked out the first words of the day from your throat, “I just woke up and realized you were here and… Sorry!”

He turned you to face him and looked down over your knees and lifted your palms upward to inspect, “Let’s get you cleaned up. Took quite the spill there. Sorry, I shouldn’t have stacked those boards right there.”

You felt your heart calm as he led you into your kitchen. He was so gentle with you, which for some reason you hadn’t expected. You knew he was kind but this seemed very much outside of the scope of his job description, “No, it’s fine! It’s me. I’d probably trip over the boards no matter where you had them stacked. I’m a bit of a nervous nelly. And when I woke up I just… I was startled. Fell asleep late and didn’t set an alarm…”

Harry grinned at you as you ran your faucet and put your hands under it, “It’s fine. No need to rush or get all riled up. I got here a bit early and when you didn’t answer I just figured I’d start on the porch. Think I’ll replace your doorbell as well. It’s not working either.”

You dried your hands and smiled at Harry, “I’ll get you a key before you leave today. In case I’m not here or I’m sleeping again. Sorry… I just had this burst of inspiration last night and typed until I passed out. It’s…”

“You’re fine,” you watched his eyes drop down to your torso and then bounce back up quickly to your face.

When you looked down at yourself you realized your robe was twisted and while all your bits were covered, they were barely covered.

“Jesus fucking Christ… I’m sorry, Harry. I’m a mess…” you pulled the material into place and adjusted the robe.

Harry put his hands at the tops of your arms, “Hey… you’re fine. Take a breath. It’s a beautiful morning and the birds are singing, and just look at this view…” he motioned toward your window where you could see trees and lush green grass stretch along the front of the house, “Now… Do you have some alcohol to clean up the cuts on your knees?”

You sighed and nodded, “Yeah. I’ll get it. You don’t have to do all this. I promise I’m fine. Just need to kind of wake up I think.”

Harry nodded, “Okay. I’ll get back to work out there. Gonna be some loud hammering and noises for a while.”

You cleaned yourself up and put actual clothes on before making coffee and bringing a hot mug out to Harry on a tray. This time, you carefully placed your steps around the boards and scanned the porch to see open spaces and nails in a tin next to fresh boards.

Harry was crouched along the railing and prying a board from its spot when he looked up at you.

“Coffee? Wasn’t sure if you take it with sugar or cream… Or maybe you just want tea?” You placed the tray down as he stood up.

“That’s really nice of you. Thank you. I would love some coffee. Black is fine.”

He took the mug by its handle and brought it up to his lips to take a sip.

“And if you’re hungry I could make you something?” You watched him gulp down the hot liquid.

Shaking his head he grinned at you, “Maybe lunch in a few hours. I ate breakfast already. But you don’t need to go out of your way to make anything. I can go into town for a sandwich, which is what I usually do.”

“Oh no. I’ll make you something for lunch! I insist! I love the company anyway. That way you can kind of relax instead of driving back and forth just to eat. Unless you want to get away for a bit. I mean…” you started rambling. You couldn’t help yourself. Harry’s biceps were on full display as he lifted the mug up to his mouth again and you could just feel your own mouthwatering at the sight. You hadn’t seen a man so attractive in a long time. All the city guys you dated were nice enough… but then there was Harry. Tall with broad shoulders and lean muscle all over, deep pink lips and light green eyes… and dimples… and he was handy? God, you weren’t sure how long you could go before you started to become obvious about how much you enjoyed letting your irises rove over his frame. That is if it wasn’t already obvious.

He watched you go on and on about lunch and then offer up other suggestions with a small smile on his face until you stopped when you realized you were yammering, “Sorry.”

“You okay?” He grinned. He knew you were fine. But he did wonder if you were flustered because of him or if that was how you just were.

“I’m fine. Sorry. Get kind of long-winded sometimes. I’ll let you get to it. Um… if you do want me to make you lunch just let me know. And uh…” you paused and then realized you were about to start yapping again, “I’ll get out of your hair.”

“Y/n,” Harry’s deep voice was soft as he spoke your name and you turned to look back at him, “Take a breath. It’s okay. We’ll have lunch together in a few hours. Yeah?”

You puffed out a breathy laugh and nodded before heading back inside with the tray that had sugar and milk atop.

You hadn’t considered it until then. Until you were placing the small crystal lid back onto the sugar bowl and putting the milk back into the refrigerator that your sudden burst of inspiration for the story you were working on was thanks to your handsome handyman. It also felt really good to have someone else there with you. Not that you didn’t feel safe there alone, but just having another presence near you was comforting.

And when you began to make up a lunch, something you hoped he’d like (you had to stop yourself from asking him if he’d want cucumbers and white cheese on his sandwich and just trust that it would be fine) you couldn’t help but peek out your window at him as he pounded his hammer down and wiped the sweat from his brow. His shirt was a bit damp as the sun was rising in the sky and the temperature with it.

Which then reminded you to plug in a fan so he could cool off while he ate with you. You set up the kitchen table and plugged in a fan to have it on for him as you both ate your sandwiches. As well as iced lemonade and chopped cherry tomatoes with basil and olive oil.

It was noon on the dot when you opened the door and poked your head out, “Lunch is ready if you’re hungry.”

Harry placed his hammer down and pushed himself up to stand as he nodded, “Thank you. Mind if I use the bathroom before?”

“Harry, you can use anything you want in the house. Feel free to come inside when you please. You don’t have to ask.”

“Well, thank you, Y/n. I appreciate it.”

You felt ridiculous as you paced your kitchen in wait for Harry to come in so you two could begin. The silly thoughts you had in your head about him had your heart lobbing around in your chest a bit too fast. You could just imagine (in the deepest little fantasy spot in your brain) that he’d take one bite of your sandwich and be so overcome by you that he’d have the sudden urge to lift you onto the table, push your dress up, and take you right there, knocking the lemonade down and forgetting all about the cherry tomatoes.

“Wow. This looks excellent. And you’re joining me?” He smiled as he stepped into the kitchen, his eyes on the table.

“Oh, it’s nothing,” you shrugged as you pulled a chair out for him, just in the path of the fan, “And if it’s okay, though I could have some with you. Keep you company. Unless I’m annoying you…”

Harry laughed and shook his head as he took his seat, “You’re the furthest thing from annoying, Y/n. In fact, I quite like talking to you. Sit,” he gestured at the spot where you’d placed your own plate with the sandwich. “The fan is a nice touch too. See, you’re just about the sweetest person I’ve ever worked for and it’s only been a few hours.”

You felt the skin on your cheeks heat up as you sat down in the wooden chair and looked at Harry. You really really tried not to look at him like that. But you could feel it oozing out of you as you batted your lashes and tilted your head down, your eyes still on him. You couldn’t help it!

And he saw it clear as day too. Grinning at you he took the glass of lemonade and gulped down about half as he watched you blink your eyes and then remove your gaze from his down to your plate.

“Thank you, Y/n,” he said as he placed the glass down and picked up his sandwich.

“You’re welcome, Harry.”

. . .

Harry didn’t take days off. He was at your house at 8 am sharp every morning and every day you were sure to make him a big lunch and chat with him a bit. But every day you fell further and further into a little spiral of want and lust. It was ridiculous but he wasn’t doing anything to dampen the way you felt.

Like after one lunch, he took his thumb and wiped the mustard from the edge of your mouth so nonchalantly you felt your knees give out and he had to help steady you. But you didn’t miss his smirk. Like he knew just what he was doing.

Or the time when you were walking from your bathroom to your kitchen after a shower and he’d gone out to buy supplies so you thought you were alone but instead walked past the huge window in only your underwear and bra as you were talking to yourself. Yapping away about whatever in your panties as you turned to the sink to wash some dishes but then yelped when you saw him standing there looking in, an expression of surprise on his face.

You had never run so fast in your life up to your room to put something on. And you should have known better. What was wrong with you? Of course, you were quite absent-minded at times, but that was something on another level.

But then it happened again that he saw you in only your skivvies as you traipsed to your bathroom and had forgotten that he was rewiring the second-floor hallway lights.

“Hey, sweetheart… just wanted to remind you that I’m here,” his voice startled you and you balked as you apologized and shut the bathroom door with a loud slam.

“Sorry, Harry!” You apologized again with your heart rapidly thudding behind your ribcage.

You could hear his voice through the bathroom door, “Don’t need to apologize. Doesn’t offend me. Just wanted to remind you I was here is all – in case you weren’t keen on me seeing you in your knickers.”

And Harry was like that. So gentle and thoughtful and there was the tiniest bit of flirtatiousness there too. Which really kept you on your toes around him. Made you feel all hot and gooey. Maybe if he didn’t grin at you the way he did or if he didn’t wipe mustard from your lips or call you sweetheart or compliment you as often you wouldn’t feel that tension there all the time.

But he did and so you did.

Which then led to you working up the nerve to start asking him to say for dinner. He’d sit in your kitchen after using your shower to clean up and watch (you insisted he didn’t help) as you made something for the both of you to eat.

At first, he didn’t stay every evening for dinner because he wanted to get home to clean up and you didn’t want to push and make it seem like you were needy for his company.

But soon, after suggesting he just use your shower, it was every night, and he began to bring a change of clothes so he could clean up before eating. And it felt like you were in some kind of bizarre relationship. Or, that’s what you pretended in your mind anyway. And it was fodder for your writing so you played into the fantasy a little bit.

Of course, there were also all the times you caught him with his shirt off. By the time he began working inside the house summer was in full swing and the place had no central air conditioning so it could get rather hot inside.

And it wasn’t just that you caught him with his shirt off… it was that he caught you staring while he was sans shirt, a sheen of sweat on his chest and at the nape of his neck, muscles flexing and tensing as he labored to make your house gorgeous and well-functioning.

Harry Styles was sexy. He was kind. He was charming and funny. He was smart. And you wanted him. Wanted him in a bad way.

And the days and weeks that drew on that feeling and that lust did not falter. No, it only widened and grew strong, steady thick roots into the ground and became fortified and strengthened with every little bit of contact you had with him. You wanted him so badly you could taste it. Feel it. Smell it.

“Let me get it!” He scoffed at you as he pulled the lid from the pot that was boiling over while you were chopping the tomatoes. You told him to stay seated because you wanted him to rest, that you’d get the boiling pot. He’d worked so hard that day (as he always did) and you knew he must be tired. But he dipped the spoon into the bubbling water and turned down the burner to lower the heat for you.

“I can help, Y/n. I know you’re just being sweet cause you think I’m all tuckered but I don’t mind. Really.”

You smiled as you sliced into the tomato, “Okay. I just want to make sure you’re not working extra. You work so hard every day and I feel like this is the least I can do for you.”

Harry pushed a soft laugh out through his nose as he placed the lid back onto the pot, “The least you could do is pay me for my work. And that you already do. This,” he gestured around the kitchen, “Is above and beyond. Not that I’m complaining.”

“Well, I just… I feel like we’re friends now and feels strange to send you home after,” you glanced at him to see that he was leaning his hip into the counter watching you in that way that he often looked at you. The one that made your skin sizzle.

When he didn’t respond you glanced at him again, “There’s a bottle of wine if you want to share? I think it’ll go really nicely with this dish.”

Harry pursed his lips and nodded, “Trying to get me drunk, sweetheart?”

You chuckled in surprise and shook your head, “Of course not!” Placing the knife down you turned to him, “I was only just suggesting it if you want. I mean… you don’t have to. I didn’t think a glass would be all that bad–“

“I’m teasing. It’s okay. I’ll have some wine with you,” he laughed at the way you suddenly bristled, “Where’s the wine opener? I’ll pour us both a glass.”

The wine turned out to be the perfect accompaniment for the pasta dish you’d made. But you knew it would be. In fact, you’d gone into town the night before to the olive oil and wine shop and selected the wine for that exact purpose after asking the owner what she thought. You weren’t sure if he’d like wine or not but you liked wine and it was a really nice bottle. Which you could afford now that you had a bit of money to your name.

And Harry agreed it was good as he poured you both another glass after you’d both finished your plates.

“So what are you writing anyway?” Harry asked as he leaned back in his chair and set his eyes on you.

“It’s a romance. You wouldn’t be into it I’m sure,” you shrugged as you sipped your wine.

“Why are you so sure I wouldn’t be into it? I love romance.”

“Oh. I guess men aren’t usually my target audience or prospective target audience… I haven’t actually published anything. Sorry… I shouldn’t assume I guess.”

“Tell me what it’s about.”

You cleared your throat and shook your head, “Oh… it’s not done. I’m kind of too bashful to talk about it just yet.”

Harry leaned his elbows onto the table and kept his gaze on you, “Oh come on… Tell me. I won’t judge. I want to know what kind of story you’ve been working on. And then I’ll tell you a secret of my own. How’s that sound?”

You sat your glass of wine down and licked your lips as you let your pupils take in his pretty lips, “Uh… fine…” you sighed and smiled. You wouldn’t tell him the whole thing but perhaps you could just make it brief. “It’s about a woman who takes on a new adventure in life and she meets a man unexpectedly and he helps her kind of navigate her new life… uh… like they have this unspoken connection and feel quite comfortable with one another off the bat. And it leads to a whirlwind romance that ends happily ever after.”

Harry tilted his head to the side and stitched his brows together, “Y/n…” Harry spoke your name as if he were about to scold you, “Give me some detail. What kind of new adventure is this woman taking?”

You looked up at the ceiling and felt your neck heat up. If you told him the premise he’d figure out you were basically writing a story that was a fantasy version of what you and Harry were doing.

But you didn’t want to lie and you could just tell him to drop it but you didn’t want to do that either. So you gulped down the saliva in your throat and laughed as you looked at him, “She inherits a gorgeous old house from a family member with all the money she’d need to hire a man to help her restore the place.”

The pleased look on his face had you looking away from him and down at your empty plate in full embarrassment.

“I see. So you’ve had some real-life inspiration since moving in here then.”

You nodded, a small laugh falling from your lips, “Yeah.”

“And this man helping her restore the old house? He’s the one she has her whirlwind, happy-ending romance with?”

You put your hands over your face, “Oh my god. I mean… yes. It’s just inspiration, though… like it wasn’t–“

Your words were cut off when you heard his chair scrape over the wooden floors and felt his hand at your back, “You don’t need to explain yourself. It’s just a story. Wanna hear my secret now? Level out the playing field a bit here.”

You pulled your hands away from your face and looked at him. He was sitting right next to you, so close you could see the pores on his nose as he offered you a dimpled grin. His hand gently rubbed at your back.

“Level out the playing field?”

His soft grin deepened as he slid his pupils down to your lips, “Yeah. You told me something that’s kind of a secret. If you want me to tell you a secret I will… kind of make it even.”

You swallowed with a nod as he moved his eyes over the expanse of your face and it felt like warmth seeping into your skin.

“See… So here’s the thing…” he paused to make sure you were paying attention, “I’ve been working for this insanely sweet-as-pie woman for a couple of months now. Just falling in love with every corner of the house that I touch… getting fed fruit and coffee every morning, sandwiches in the afternoon with lemonade and a fan to help cool me down, and then lately it’s spread into dinner… just me and her eating together in her kitchen, talking about nothing and everything as the sun goes down and then I go home at night alone and find myself unable to stop thinking about her and the way she laughs and the way I catch her staring at me when I’ve sweat through my shirt…”

You were holding your breath as he spoke and it was making your head fuzzy and your heart thud and your skin light up as he slowly worked his hand up to the back of your neck, fingers grazing the skin… it felt like you were watching a movie play out before you. Like it wasn’t real.

“And I think to myself… what if she feels the same way about me that I feel about her? Ya know? I mean I’ve seen the way she looks at me. That can’t be an accident. And she’s even started to ask me to stay even later after dinner to have dessert and even though my stomach is always stuffed full of the food she’s fed me and I couldn’t imagine eating another thing I’m always tempted to stay a little longer with her. Just to see where it goes,” the pad of his finger worked up your neck as you turned your gaze down to your hand on the table, “To find out if her dessert is just as tasty as everything else she’s offered me. And of course, I have no doubt that it would be.”

You stayed quiet. You couldn’t believe he’d just said all that. Like he was reading your story and knew what you wanted to happen next. Slowly you brought your gaze back to his and spoke shakily, “Harry…”

“You want me to stay for dessert tonight, Y/n?” You could feel the brush of his thumb along one side of your throat and the press of the pads of his fingers gently on the other side, palm flat against the back of your neck. And that question. It meant more than what he said and you both knew it.

“Yes. If you want,” you swallowed and kept your eyes on his face as he lowered his gaze to your mouth again. His hand at the back of your neck tensed and you could feel him pulling at you, just the last few inches needed to brush his lips against yours in a tentative move, allowing you to breach the space completely, moving in and pressing your mouth firmly against his.

And it was everything. Warm and soft and wet and then he inhaled sharply and opened his mouth to paint his tongue over your lips and you responded in kind, using your tongue against his and you felt his free hand pull at your hip. You smoothed your hands up his strong arms and to his shoulders and your heart felt full and light all at the same time.

When you felt the fine hairs at the nape of his neck under your fingers he shifted and pulled at you, both hands gripping your hips and bringing you up out of your chair and placing your bottom on the sturdy wood of the kitchen table, the plates pushed to the side and your nearly empty glass of wine wobbled in its spot as he kept his mouth over yours and he fit himself between your legs.

“Always wearing pretty skirts and dresses for me, aren’t you?” His lips traveled down your jaw and pressed over the skin on your pulse point, “Been teasing me this whole time…” slow pecks down to your clavicle and then back up the other side of your neck as he planted his palms flat onto the table next to your thighs, “Just know you wanted me to see you in your panties all those times… acted all innocent like you didn’t know you were giving me a show…”

You gasped when you felt his teeth gently scrap at your jaw before pushing plush pink lips over the same spot, “Harry…” you breathed out his name.

“Mmm… love how you say my name too,” he spoke as he moved his mouth back over yours and it was game over. Teeth and tongues, and wet lips with moans as he slid a thumb under the hem of your dress to glide up your thigh. He pressed himself in further, making you lay back on the table, your saltshaker and napkin holder tipping over as he ran his hands up your sides.

“Is this what you wanted? All this time, Y/n?”

You moaned as he began to pepper his kisses down your neck once again, your body lighting up with every touch and whisper into your skin.

“Yes…”

“Yeah,” he looked up at you with his hands firm around your waist before he moved them down to push at your skirt, shoving the material up your thighs, “And what about this? Is this what you want too?”

You pushed yourself up by your elbows and nodded, “Yeah…”

Harry grinned as his fingers found your panties and he tucked his middle fingers into the band, “Wanna give me my dessert now?”

His light jade eyes were sparkling as he waited for your nod of approval, the small yes you peeped out had him tearing your panties down your legs, left to drape off your left foot as he pushed your thighs apart and moaned, “It’s the only dessert I’ve wanted since you first started offering. Smells so good too,” he dropped his mouth to the inside of your plush thigh and ran his big palms upward on the underside of your thighs to press your legs back and you gurgled a moan as you watched him dip down and tongue at your pussy, his wet muscle slicking upward from your entrance to your clit and then repeated, and repeated, over and over as he kept his eyes on yours until you were so slick he was barely making contact with your skin… your arousal had coated your pussy and his tongue in a thick layer.

“Fuck me… sweetheart… you’re gonna give me a toothache with all this sweet juice…” he spoke mindlessly as he lapped at you. He brought a hand down to your pussy, running his fingers through your crease as he pressed his tongue to your clit and kissed it, bringing it delicately into his mouth with a gentle slurp.

“Ahh! Harry!” You reached down to pull at his hair as your back arched up and your head fell back into the wood.

The moment Harry felt your grip on his hair he spread your pussy with his fingers and drove a digit inside, curling it in and brushing against the spot you loved to focus on when you fingered yourself, making your body shiver.

Your table was rattling from the movements you were making, the lewd act causing the wooden legs to shift and give slightly as Harry ate your pussy and moaned at your taste.

“Gonna let me have some every night now?” His words came out watery, and slurred as he continued working to get you off, “Gonna let me take care of you the way you’ve been taking care of me?”

You cried out in a gurgle when you felt another finger press inside as he flattened his tongue over your pussy, “Yes!”

Harry grinned into your pussy. Seemed all you could say at that point was a combination of yes and Harry. He loved how you were responding to him. Like it was all you ever wanted.

When he felt you roll your hips up and grind into his mouth he pressed your thigh down and dug in harder, flicking his eyes up at you from time to time, watching the way your chest rose and fell heavy, how your lips were dropped wide open with your eyes closed.

“Y’shaking so hard, sweetheart. You can come if you need to,” he slid his fingers into the last knuckle and back out as he spoke, lips grazing your wet clit as he did so, “You’ve been so good to me, you deserve a treat too…”

Your brain was in a fog, a haze that made it hard to hear or make sense of his words as your orgasm tiptoed its way through your tummy and down into your core, slowly sliding its way through your organs until it burst out of you and your limbs stiffened as you pressed Harry’s face into your pussy and moaned his name so loudly Harry figured it was a good thing you didn’t have any neighbors close by to hear what could sound like someone being attacked.

But in a way, you were being attacked. Harry’s lips and his tongue and his fingers ravaged you through your orgasm, never letting up or stopping until you gasped and pushed at him as you sat up with wet lips, burning cheeks, and dark eyes, “Oh god, Harry!”

The dirty smirk on his face was pure sex as he pulled his fingers out of your sticky pussy and slid you from the table, making you wrap your legs around his waist as he carried you to your room, his mouth on yours.

You began to squeak in protest as he lifted you and started up the stairs and you were certain it was too much weight or that he’d drop you but he was solid and strong and moved with ease, holding you tight under your bottom with one hand and his other at your mid back until he laid you on your bed with a bounce.

Harry began to pull his jeans down his strong legs and you watched as he undressed. It was the first time you’d seen his bottom half but just as his chest and shoulders and abs did not disappoint, neither did his masculine, well-muscled thighs and buttocks. The man was in incredible shape, thanks to good genes and hard manual labor you assumed.

When Harry peeled his shirt off over his head, the curls were pushed upward and he was left standing in your bedroom looking like a man ready to ransack your body with wild hair, tight boxer briefs hiding an erection that looked quite sizable.

Silently he kneed onto the bed between your legs and pushed your dress out of the way, “Let me see you, sweetheart. Is that okay?”

You helped him bring the dress off over your head and immediately reached up to unpluck your bra, the clasp at the front that once undone had your tits bursting out.

“Holy, fuck…” Harry dove down to your breasts, lapping and squeezing at each one and you placed your fingers back into his hair as if it were their new home. The length was perfect to grip onto.

He pushed himself up as he cupped your tits together and kept his eyes on your flesh and nipples with mouth dropped open, “Goddamn, sweetheart…” He dipped down again, wetting the skin all around your breasts with his lips and tongue until you bucked upward and your wet pussy kissed his belly button.

Popping off from your nipple he looked down at you underneath his large frame and smoothed his hands down your sides and over your tummy then to your hips. He thumbed at your clit and looked up at you, not an ounce of humor on his face, “I can eat your pussy all night. Want my mouth again?” He licked his lips.

“Want to feel it, Harry…” you breathed out.

“Want to feel my mouth again?”

You moaned and slid your palm down his chest and felt the bit of hair on his pecs tickle your skin, “Your cock.”

“Is that right? Sweetheart wants her handyman to stuff her full tonight?” Now you could see the small smirk on his face as he looked at your tits and then back up to your eyes.

“I want you to stuff me full, Harry. I want to feel it.”

Harry wet his lips again as he moaned at your words and tore his boxer briefs down his thighs and to the floor.

He sat back onto his haunches, eyes on yours as he held himself at his base. His thick ruddy tip smooth and ready to pierce into your cunt had you groaning, “Please.”

“You wanna be my girl, Y/n? Be mine? Cause I don’t fuck unless I know I can keep coming back. I don’t do casual, sweetheart.”

You shook your head, “I don’t either. I’ll be yours. Your girl.”

“You sure? You want to date a small-town handyman, make me dinner every night, and get fucked into this soft bed until you’re passed out?”

“Oh my god, Harry,” you moaned and nodded, “Yes. Please…”

Harry scooted in toward you, and his massive cock was just throbbing before your eyes. That thing was going to do some damage to you but you would happily receive it. Take it every night like he said, looked forward to feeling how much he’d fill you up and how deep he’d get, how much it’d ache when he pounded into you.

His hand slid behind your neck, fingers wrapping around the back side as he hovered over you, “Pussy’s so little, sweetheart. Might need to hold on at first okay?”

The dimple popping into his cheek told you he was playing with you. And while, yes, he was quite large, that bulbous tip and thick shaft would definitely be felt entering you, there was no question it’d tuck nicely into your slippery walls.

You gripped his biceps as you kept your eyes focused on his. He glided his fat tip through your pussylips with the slushy wet sound of your arousal coating his cock, drenching his leaking slit until he was sticking the crown at your opening, his lips parted as he pressed into your muscle and penetrated you slowly.

“Mmm… fuck me, sweetheart,” his voice was hiked up a notch in a whine as he clenched his teeth upon entry, “Y’mine now? Yeah?”

You nodded and whimpered, “Harry… oh god I’m yours…”

Harry nodded with you, his eyes focused on your face as he opened you up, and spread you apart inch by inch. When he’d gotten in halfway he reared himself back, that wide tip sliding out of your cunt just before he pressed himself back in, nudging in deeper. The intrusion was all-consuming. Harry’s hard cock was long and thick. But of course, it was. A man like him with a body like that… But it was his demeanor that had tipped you off at the beginning that he had a big dick. That personality that oozed with natural confidence.

“Oh, my fuck!” You wailed as he drove into you again, this time with a bit of force that had his hips grinding into yours.

“Yeah? It’s big in there isn’t it? Need me to be gentle?”

You could just see it in his eyes. He did not want to be gentle. The man above you, fucking into you was holding himself back. He was taking it easy for your sake. But you wanted him to ruin you. Wanted your pussy wrecked by that thick cock, needed to let him have his way with your body so he could get off.

“No… fuck me like you want. Harry…” you whimpered his name as you cupped his jaw, stubble scraping your palm as he slowly thrust into you, “Make me yours. Show me how you do it.” You wanted to feel his strength. Wanted to know what it felt like to have him completely destroy your pussy.

Harry let out a deep groan then hissed as he ground into your cunt, his cock grazing that achy spot deep inside that you knew was gonna be bruised once he was done with you, “Don’t want to hurt your cute little pussy, Y/n. Can already feel I’m in as deep as I can go.”

“Harry, make me yours. Please.”

“Fuck…” he gritted out as he adjusted his knee placement, lifting himself with his thighs and readying his position to rail into you like you wanted. He pulled your hands up and placed your palms onto his lats as he leaned over you, “Hold on here. Tell me to stop if it’s too much.”

You gripped your fingers into the muscle of his back and felt him flexing as he drew his long cock back and bucked in with one harsh thrust. The wind nearly knocked from your lungs as he did it again. He was still taking it easy. Long heavy strokes into your guts, hips slapping into yours in thuds until he got into a rhythm and your high-pitched moans told him you were loving it.

Soon your bed was loudly creaking, the mattress springs bouncing heavy and his balls were whacking into your bum. Wet patting of skin colliding and heavy pants filled the room.

“Like this?” He gritted as his pelvis repeatedly smashed into your clit filling your veins with damp mushy heat as your pussy clamped over him.

“Fffffuuu…” you cried out. Not a word but an answer. You did like it. Every time he filled you to the brim with his fat cock and your pussy parted for him, spreading apart to accommodate his hefty girth it brought you closer and closer to the precipice.

Harry choked out a moan when he felt his own orgasm edge toward the brink slowly. The way you gripped around him, the perfect warm and wet hole attached to the sweetest thing he’d ever met made his heart thrash in his chest harshly.

He couldn’t believe that he was getting to fuck you. That you promised to be his. That things had worked out the way they had. Because he’d started falling for you since day one. He had been impressed that you wanted to salvage the old house and to him, that meant you were already special. A city girl with a heart of gold who didn’t mind getting her hands dirty. And when you told him you ripped out some of the rotted boards from the porch on your own his cock twitched in his pants. The image in his mind of you doing that was hot.

And as the days and weeks went on he learned more about you and he became obsessed with making everything in the house just perfect for you. He often daydreamed of living in it with you. Getting to see you every day after work with a kid or two running around. While it was too early to think about all that, he couldn’t help it. Harry was a sincere and deeply emotional man who prized deep connections and love over everything. He’d never been able to do casual.

He was brought back to the moment when your face began to screw up in pleasure and your punched breaths began to grow into loud moans with every snap of his hips.

You, on the other hand, were thinking of nothing but that big cock sliding through your insides and ramming into your depths, your tummy aching at the stretch and the way he filled you so completely. Your brain was empty as he sliced through you, fucking you down into your soft blankets as his chest and arms and shoulders tensed.

“Ooohh, sweetheart… like that yeah? That what you need? Right there?”

Your arousal had dripped from your hole and drenched your ass and the blanket under you, your gushy wetness slopped out with every push of his cock into your pussy.

Harry could feel your thighs quivering and shaking as you started to arch into him, loud bursts of moans belted from your lungs on each plunge.

Harry was losing his mind at the noises you were making and how good you felt squeezing around him, “Gonna have to move myself in here so I can have you like this every day… look at you taking me so well… fucking creaming all over me…” his string of consciousness continued as he railed into you deeply and you felt your insides snap suddenly, your orgasm erasing all working thoughts from your brain.

“Yes! Fuuuuck! Yes! I need you!”

“Need you too, Y/n. I fucking need you baby… come all over me, show me how good that is… fuck… fuck…” Harry clenched his jaw as you squelched around him, your slippery hole clenching so hard you nearly pushed him out but he was stronger as he continued to pound into you, bringing you through your ecstasy until he couldn’t go another moment without coming.

He began unloading into you, heavy, thick pumps of come filled your insides as he coughed out a groan and stilled his hips with your pussy milking him, pussy fluttering and squeezing every drop from his long shaft. You’d both lost your good senses in that moment. No thought about what was responsible or reasonable, it was only about how good it felt to be connected, new lovers enjoying one another and not giving a damn about the consequences.

Harry’s mouth pressed into yours and he moaned sloppily against your wet lips, bodies throbbing and shaking and lungs gasping for air as you wrapped your legs around his waist and hummed in bliss.

Harry’s heart was going wild as he dropped his chest to yours and licked into your mouth, one final push of his cock into your cervix for good measure, pressing his come deeper yet.

“Oh my god,” you breathed out in a mumble as his lips still smeared against yours.

“I know…” he responded with his eyes closed as he continued kissing you.

Your fingers wound into his hair and he rolled you both to your sides, still connecting and simmering and reeling.

“I think now you have to stay,” you parted from the kiss and looked at him with a small smile. Hoping he’d agree to it. You weren’t ready to let him go home yet.

“Wasn’t planning on going anywhere. You’ll have to forcibly remove me from you now.”

You giggled and cupped his cheeks, “Good. Means you aren’t gonna be leaving then.”

Harry’s soft smile and his big hands on you felt like home. More than anything had before. The old house was your home, yes, but ever since Harry walked into your life you were a changed woman.

“So you’re mine now? Can I call you my girlfriend?”

You puffed out a laugh through your nose, “Of course. Long as I can call you my boyfriend.”

“Of course. Been dreaming about it since I first met you.”

You licked your lips, “Yeah? Guess we both wasted a lot of time beating around the bush didn’t we?”

Harry shook his head, “Nahh… we didn’t waste time. Every moment spent with you was exactly what was supposed to happen. Got to know you real well. Got to learn all kinds of things about you. I feel like the way it happened wasn’t supposed to happen any other way.”

You nodded and bit your lip. He was probably right. The time you two spent chatting and flirting and getting to know one another slowly made you both open up and feel more comfortable in each other’s presence. And it all led to that very moment right there in your bed.

“It wasn’t supposed to happen any other way.”

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[baby-yongbok]

Sunset

Bang Chan x Thick Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut, non idol

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Warnings: Unprotected sex (Wrap it up, guys), Cheating (Married reader/ Chan is dating someone) , Strangers to One night lovers, Dirty Talk, Fingering, Oral sex (M receiving) Slightly rough, Uh.. that’s it really? It’s just Smut, Sorry if I missed any tags. Explicit content so MDNI please.

Word Count: 2677

Note: First Person POV + This was something that I just whipped up real quick and wanted to share. It’s short compared to what I usually like to write but I thought you’d enjoy it! Just a quick smutty Chan fic to entertain ya.

Summary: The Sunset diner is your go to place to retreat, it allows you to meet new people while immersing yourself in the arts. It’s become your routine to relax at the diner every night and seek some...company. One night a new customer arrives and you just cant seem to keep your eyes off of him. You have to have him.

The Sunset studio and diner has always been a safe haven for me, ever since I was thirteen years old my step dad would bring me here and buy me a hot chocolate and two cookies before letting me roam around the studio and stare at the artwork in awe. It bought him enough time to smash whatever girl he picked up along the way in the bathroom then come back and act like he was never gone. I never cared, I was too fascinated with the artwork and the soft melodies of the guitars that the customers brought from home, or the grand piano by the entrance being played by whoever thought they were good enough to have the entire studio hear them. I was always amazed by those people, by their confidence, it was different from the kind that I possessed and I enjoyed being in its presence. No one has dared to play the piano in months though, not in my visits to the diner. 

"Thank you, Lali." I nod my head to the waitress that serves me almost every night and she smiles back as always.

I continue my watercolor painting enjoying the ambient sounds of guitars and what I’m pretty sure is a ukulele when suddenly I hear it. My head snaps up and my eyes land on the brown haired man focusing on the keys of the grand piano. Others in the diner still their movements as they stare, those who are sitting around me stop talking and listen to the melody that he's producing. He continues to play a song that I've never heard before, an original maybe? The beauty in the notes that he's playing makes me close my eyes as the music builds me up to a feeling of bliss that I haven’t felt in what feels like forever. 

As the piece picks up speed I start to wonder about its purpose. Is it an ode to tragedy or love? They are both one in the same in the end but I'd love to pick his brain. Suddenly the melody comes to a halt before he lightly strokes the last three keys. The sound of the last key drags out beautifully and applause erupts quickly after. The young man's head jolts upward and a small dimpled grin plays upon his lips before he stands and playfully bows before the studio. As the studio calms down I watch him carefully as he picks up his bag and makes his way to the counter to order a drink. I can’t help myself as I find myself ear hustling. 

"That was beautiful." One of the employees that I don't know that well raves. 

"Thank you, I appreciate it." His response is dry, he's uninterested. 

"Chan?" Lali calls from the pick up counter and I glance back to watch him pick up his drink. He smiles warmly at Lali but he's still uninterested, what is he interested in? He scans the studio searching for a spot to sit and I quickly continue painting. He makes his way past my booth and I decide to go in for the kill. 

"Excuse me." He turns around to me and his eyes soften once they land on mine, why's he so tense?

"May I ask what you got to drink? It looks divine." The same small grin as before plays upon his lips as he turns completely to me.

"An iced black tea with mint and cream." 

"Oh, wow that sounds as divine as it looks, thank you." His eyes stay on mine as I offer him a smile and for the first time since he's stood from the piano he seems interested.

"It's my pleasure, I can't help but notice your painting. It's beautiful, truly stunning." Tapping the end of my paint brush against the table I shrug at him. 

"It's alright, I'm experimenting with watercolor tonight. Would you like to have a seat?" I wave my hand towards the seat across from me and he kindly accepts. Sliding into the booth I get a swift whiff of his scent, a musk of some sort, Egyptian? Himalayan maybe.

"I'm not much of an artist, the world of paint intimidates me." He chuckles and I bring my hand up to rest my chin in the palm. 

"Funny, you don't seem like the type to be intimidated by much." His eyebrow raises at my response as he lets it linger, he clearly doesn't plan to ask what I mean. He's waiting for me to elaborate, but I'm not the type to volunteer information and he doesn't seem like the type to ask about it. 

"Do you come here often?" He asks disregarding my previous comment, I can't help but chuckle. 

"Every other week since I was thirteen, I upgraded to every day at 9pm a year ago." He shakes his head and sips his drink.

"I'm passing through this town, thought I'd look for a place to relax and stop driving for a while." 

"You made a wonderful choice stopping here, especially since you seem to be a fellow creative. That was a beautiful piece you played earlier." He nods and offers a quiet thank you. "Have you always played? Or have you just recently learned how to move your fingers like that?" 

There his eyebrow goes again, raised and displaying his curiosity. "I've always played." 

"Oh, how wonderful you must have such a careful way of doing things then. I've always found that those who play the piano are drawn towards the more intricate things in life." 

We stare at each other for a few seconds, both grinning and scanning each other. He breaks our gaze, sitting up straighter he pushes his drink over to me.

"Have a taste." His eyes meet mine again and this time I challenge his gaze, holding it as I wrap my lips around the straw and suck up the tasty liquid. "Don't be greedy, now." 

A small moan escapes me at the sound of his warning. Releasing the straw from my lips I grin at him. "Delicious, the mint is a really nice touch." 

"Would you like for me to get you one?" 

"No thank you, I like yours." The chuckle that falls from his lips stirs something up in me that I haven't felt in a while. He's flipping a switch that no one has been able to in a while and I am loving it. 

"What do you do for a living?" Eyebrows furrowed and both elbows on the table he awaits my answer. 

"I'm an art professor." There goes that eyebrow raise. 

"Professor? Excuse me for my rudeness but my curiosity is getting the best of me. May I ask your age?" 

"You may." He's visibly amused by my answer. He's clearly a bit younger than me. He's easy to get to but not too easy. 

"Twenty-five and yourself?" 

"Twenty-three" I knew it, experienced but not too much. "Too young for you?"

"Not at all, you'll be fun to seduce." There go those damn eyebrows, I wonder if he knows he's doing that at this point. I'm not mad at it, it's just interesting. 

"Seduce, huh?" 

"Mhm, I'm already turning you on." He leans forward in his seat and folds his arms. 

"How so?" 

" You like that I'm not easy to read, you're also into the fact that we both dabble in the arts of some sort. You're impressed by my age and my beauty, and you've been keeping consistent eye contact with me. Not to mention your manspreading which when across from an attractive female is an invitation to make an advance." He leans back against the booth, arms still crossed. 

"Are you sure you don't teach psychology?" Smiling in his direction I nod before checking the time. 

"Drive me home?" Checking his watch he keeps his eyes on me as I pack my art supplies.

"Is 11:15pm your cut off time here?" Grabbing his bag and finishing his drink he slides over to the end of the seat. 

"Not usually, but I have to get to the next step in seducing you." Laughing, he stands and grabs my bag for me. 

"I should've probably told you this before but I'm actually driving down to see my girlfriend." Shrugging my shoulders I pass him.

"And I'm married, your point?" Making my way through the doors of the studio I close my eyes briefly as the night air brushes my skin, the beginning of fall is always so relaxing. 

"This way." Brushing his hand along the small of my back he starts walking towards his black Mercedes Benz G-Class. I guess he's not bothered by my relationship status, I'm glad we're on the same page. "After you." Opening the door for me and placing my bag at my feet he closes it after me and I quickly do a breath and pit check before he gets to the driver's side. Once he's inside he asks where I live and I say nothing, looking over at me I meet his gaze and smile at him. 

"I never got your name.” he relaxes into his seat 

"Chan, and yours" I don't plan on answering him, it's actually best if I don't. His breath hitches in his throat as I begin to palm him through his jeans. 

"I like to think about how you'll recall this memory over the next couple of months." Getting on my knees in the passenger seat I leaned over to unbuckle his belt. "How you'll recall the blissful feeling of my mouth on you, the nameless woman you met at the studio." 

Unzipping his pants teasingly slow, neither of us break our continuous gaze. "How I'm so much better than the girl you're going to visit, sexier, more spontaneous. Has she ever sucked you off in your car?" He shakes his head revealing the obvious answer.

"I didn't think so." My mouth sinks down his shaft and he draws in a deep breath. His hand tangles into my hair and the other grips the steering wheel. He clearly hasn't received oral in awhile, I'd be surprised if he lasts longer than three minutes. 

"Oh my fucking god" He rests his head against the headrest and his grip on my hair gets tighter as I work his shaft, my tongue playing with the underside of his dick where his head and shaft meet, my favorite part of any man's cock. "You're pretty fucking good at that, baby." 

Humming in response I take his length deeper down my throat swallowing around him. I think that today I'll try not to use my hands, I'd like to make him finish strictly with my mouth. "Shit, babe let me kiss you." 

Humming in response I continue to work my head up and down his dick. "I said let me fucking kiss you." Pulling my head up off of him he holds my chin in place as his lips aggressively meet mine. Moaning into him I part my lips allowing his tongue to explore the depths of my mouth as he pleases. His hand explores my body, fondling my breast and Tracing the dips of my curvy figure. 

"You're a fucking slut aren't you?" Moaning at the sound of his husky voice I nod. "Finish a sluts job then." Pushing my head back down to his cock I open my mouth taking his member back down my throat. Groans and moans fall from our mouths as I sucked him, the anticipation of his sticky cum coating my throat excites me. 

"Just like that, give me all of that pretty mouth." His cock twitches in my mouth and I start to slow down eliciting a frustrated groan from Chan as well as a slap on the ass. "Don't you tease me, slut." 

Smiling slightly I pick up the pace finding my rhythm, it's not long before he explodes in my mouth gifting me with the taste of him. Swallowing every last drop I sit up and start preparing to make my escape when he grabs my wrist and ushers me over into his lap. Leaning back into the steering wheel I accidentally honk the car horn with my backside and we both chuckle after the surprise and panic subside. Adjusting his seat so that it's further away from the steering wheel and slightly leaned back I adjust myself so that I'm comfortable before crashing my lips to his. Grinding into him my skirt rides up revealing my bare ass and his hand wastes no time gripping a handful and landing a firm smack on either cheek eliciting a deep moan from me. Before I realize it his length slips inside of me filling me up and reaching every spot that I need him to. 

"Fuck, oh my god." Moans uncontrollably spill as he thrusts up into me. 

"What about you, huh? Are you going to think about the guy you met at the studio? How he seduced you just as effectively as you did him." Picking up his speed he finds a rhythm that is bound to make me cum early. " How he made you cum so quickly that you can't fathom what a night with him would be like." Just as those words leave his mouth my orgasm washes over me in a wave stronger than any man has ever caused before. 

"Or how about the way he kept you coming over and over again." One of his hands snaked down to my pussy and started aggressively rubbing my currently sensitive clit. The other hand lifted my shirt to reveal my bare chest, lifting his knee a bit and pushing me forward. He sucks one of my nipples into his mouth as he readjusts his other hand to replace his length with two fingers, as his thumb finds and rubs my clit. Bouncing with the rhythm of his fingers I end up riding his digits as my second orgasm crashes into me. 

"Chan" All I manage to moan out is his name, the only thing I can remember at this point is his name and maybe how to breathe but even that seems to be failing me at the moment. I climax for a third time and he releases my nipple from his mouth. 

"You look so pretty while you ride my fingers, go ahead and come for me again, kitten." I can't help but to completely let loose at the sound of him as my final orgasm rips through my body. I become limp on top of him and he slowly removes his fingers from me and slips them into his mouth. "Just as sweet as I thought you'd be." 

Littering kisses up my neck and cheek he lifts me up a bit to meet his gaze. "You better clean yourself up, I'd hate for your husband to start a fight with you and ruin your night." Smiling over at him I sit up and pull down my shirt. Then climb back over into the passenger seat and pull down my skirt. Chan fixes the driver's side chair and I wipe my mouth with my forearm, my formerly messy hair is still messy so that's not a problem at all. Suddenly Chan grabs the back of my neck, ushering my face towards his and our lips meet In a heated kiss. I let his lips linger and dance with mine for a while before pulling away.

"Thank you for seducing me." He smiles teasingly as I laugh.

"It was my pleasure." Bending down and grabbing my bag I open the passenger door. 

"Where are you -" 

"My husband picks me up from here at 12:10am every night." Smiling over at him I almost close the door completely before opening it again. He looks at me hopefully with those damn eyebrows raised and his small grin painted upon his lips, I felt a wave of heat wash over me and I couldnt help what I said next. "Y/n."

"Y/n, thank you." Smiling, I look down at my feet before closing the car door and turning on my heels heading back inside of the studio. Walking up to the counter I smile at Lali as she asks what I'd like. 

"A large iced black tea with mint and cream, please."

[thejoyofviolentmovement]

New Audio: Taleen Kali Returns with Shimmering "Tomorrow Girl"

New Audio: Taleen Kali Returns with Shimmering "Tomorrow Girl" @taleenkali @dumdumrecs @forcefieldpr

Los Angeles-born and-based singer/songwriter, guitarist, poet, essayist, visual artist, Dum Dum Records founder, and JOVM mainstay Taleen Kali (she/they) has made a career out of crafting romantic punk songs that are simultaneously cosmic, dreamy and defiant, and informed by her Armenian heritage and her parents’ birthplaces of Lebanon and Ethiopia. But its all underpinned by Kali’s desire to…

[jujitto]

▬▬ [𝗘𝗡𝗛𝗬𝗣𝗘𝗡] SOFT MOMENTS

𝖺𝗇; 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗁𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝟤 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝖨'𝗆 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍. 𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝖺𝗒.

LEE HEESEUNG [이희승] ; study buddy dates. piggyback rides. hair tutorials. forehead kisses. boyfriend and girlfriend pictures galore. lazy days in. stealing clothes. hand-holding. cafe dates. dance competitions. cheek kisses. han river visits. playing with the other's fingers. telling childhood stories.

JAY PARK || PARK JONGSEONG [박종성]:: competitive races. playing video games together. shopping dates. dad jokes. cuddling. playful arguments. studio ghibli movie marathons. naps together. 24/7 speaking in English. head massages. back hugs. lazy make-out. cooking together. reassuring touches. the sound of thunder before rain starts.

JAKE SIM || SIM JAEYUN [심재윤]:: walks in the park. soft couple. picnics. cheek pinches. copying his accent. neck kisses. watching cartoons. wash days that he gladly tags along for. playground dates. big spoon and little spoon. freshly baked cookies. water gun fights. star gazing. sandcastles. dancing in the rain. the sound of waves crashing down on the beach. birthday surprises.

PARK SUNGHOON [박성훈]:: soft kisses. slow dancing. ponytails. i love you's. entangled legs. gentle embraces. soft smiles. playing in the snow. shared ice cream. lofi music. peace & quiet. hushed whispers. sunset watching. nose kisses. poetry. breakfast in bed. the sight of the first snow. warm cheeks. cultural differences. #1 cheerleader. talented souls. holidays in.

KIM SEON WOO [김선우]:: goofy laughs. warm hugs. butterfly kisses. mood lighting. rain hitting against the window. rainbows. sun rising. flower crowns. cuddling on the couch. head scratches. long phone calls. secrets. movie dates. traveling. snuggling under a pile of blankets. plushies. disney movies. face time calls. photo collages.

YANG JUNGWON [양정원]:: pillow forts. fluffy moments. cloud watching. dancing in the living room. heart-shaped eyes. messages on top of messages. neon glow parties. the smell of freshly cooked pancakes. secret code. your love language. spa day. vulnerable moments. sick day treatments. plans for the future. small gestures. smiles lighting up a room. the sound of I loves you. sharing every moment. pinkie promises.

NISHIMURA RIKI [西村 力]:: staring contests. pillow fights. sleepovers. hair-dos. protectiveness. convenience store runs. energetic energy. deep conversations. nuzzling. good morning kisses. homestyle cooking for you both. japanese & your language learning. soft laughter filling the air. moral support. singing together. roller skating dates. the smell of pizza and the sound of arcade games. tickle fights. enjoying each other's company. back scratches.

[yuna542]

Connected (OT8 x reader)

Part 16<-

Part 17

Pairing: Felix x reader; Hyunjin x reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst

Warnings: 18+, Under 18 DNI!, Smut, Suggestive Themes, Swearing, oral (m receiving), thigh riding, pet names

Word Count: 2.5k

Note: A little bit of Hyunlix to spice up your day. Hope you like it! <3

On your first day of your new job as the personal manager of Stray Kids, you didn't expect to be standing in front of the man you made out with last night in a club. But it soon becomes clear that the Stray Kids don't just want you as their manager.

Will this passionate arrangement end your career?

A pleasant smell surrounded you like a cozy mist and pulled you back to sleep again. It reminded you of a warm summer day with notes of lemon and citrus. Images of fresh fruits, orange blossoms, and sea sounds automatically appeared in your head.

When you manageed to slowly open your eyes you found yourself in Chans Studio, something warm and really good smelling beneath you.

The first thing you could sense were the clicking sounds of the computer keyboard, that you heard a lot around the boys. Even if your vision was still blurry, you could see Chan sitting at his computer from behind with big headphones on. Just like Changbin across the room.

Then you realised that the comfortable pillow beneath you moved and suddenly your eyes found Felix pretty face, who has wrapped both arms tightly around your upper body and looked at you dreamily with his beautiful eyes.

"Hey"

His deep voice sent a quiver through your body and overwhelmed you just could blink at him. He smiled softly and brushed a strand of hair out of your face. His other hand rested on your hip, while you lay between his legs, your head on his chest.

"What happened?", you asked sleepy and you couldn't get up. Felix' body heat and his mere presence kept you pressed tightly against him.

"You fell asleep on me while working and I didn't want you to wake up."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be, sweetheart. You looked actually adorable, right Chan?"

Chan turned in his seat and smiled brightly at the two of you.

"Yes babe. You two looked too cute snuggled up against each other."

Your cheeks got immediately pink and you hid your face in the crook of Felix neck. His fingers traced slowly up your spine and you snuggled even closer to his chest. As you looked up, you could see his beautiful freckles and his cute smile, while he watched you like he has never seen anything more beautiful.

"Do you know, that your eyes look like jewels?", he asked suddenly and you couldn't help but smile. It sounded like a serious question and the way he drew his eyebrows together, you could tell he meant it honestly.

"Has anyone ever told you that you are the cutest person in the world?", you replied and enjoyed how his fingers roamed under your top over your ribs up to the edge of your bra.

"Ay I heard that!", Changbin shouted from his place, but as you looked at him, you saw a warm smile on his face.

Felix blushed and tried to avoid your gaze. At that moment you realised that he didn't even know how much he actually meant to you. That he constantly gave you strength and reliability. He was more caring and loving than anyone in your life before and brightened your day every time just with a smile or small gestures.

"Lixie, please look at me!", you whispered carefully and his eyes wandered around your face, like he was afraid to drive you away.

"Don't say such things to me...,” he said softly.

"Why?"

"Because I don't deserve someone as kind and beauti..."

Before he could finish the sentence, you had pressed your lips to his. His hands flew to your sides and he froze in shock before slowly moving his lips against yours. He tasted like honey and freshly ripened peaches. Like a sunset at the sea.

He pulled you even closer and deepened the kiss. Slowly he entered your mouth with his tongue and your whole body just felt warm and secure in his arms.

The kiss was hungry and eager, you used more pressure than necessary as you licked into his mouth like you wanted to devour him. The low moan he let out only seemed to spur you on.

It lasted forever and you still couldn’t let go of each other. Like two addicts you were glued together, kissing and your body curved perfectly into his. Your tongues explore each other's mouths, and his touch sent little surges of electricity through your body wherever his fingers touched your bare skin. His hands pushed your top up to touch your skin all over your back and stomach, until he slipped his fingers under the fabric of your bra.

Your heart pounded like a drum and you got dizzy just by his smell.

That's when you got an idea of how you could show Felix all that he deserved. With a glance at Chan and Changbin, you made sure they were engrossed in their work. Both of them had loud music on their ears by now and couldn't hear a thing. So you pushed Felix's shirt up and looked at his defined abs. The mere sight of his seductive upper body sent heat between your legs and you were eager to finally be able to feel what had been pressing hard against your lower abdomen all along.

Small gasps escaped him as you began to kiss his abs and run your tongue over his warm skin. His stomach muscles automatically tensed under your touch and his cute little noises only encouraged you.

Agonisingly slow you stroked your fingertips over his ribs, along his sides and over the waistband of his jeans. To tease him a little, you drove your hands into his waistband and gave a little pressure with your chest on his growing bulge.

Felix watched you stunned and had to restrain himself from pressing his hips against you.

"What are you doing?", he asked breathlessly, and could only stare at you sitting between his legs with those big eyes and seductive lips.

"Relax, Lixie. I want to make you feel good."

Meanwhile the poor boy was just melting into the couch. Your hands slid over his thighs and he couldn't believe it was really happening. Almost every night he dreamed of you. Especially of your full lips, which he could look at for hours and imagined countless times, wrapped around his dick

"The hyungs are here, we can't...", he whispered to you again.

"We can't what, Felix?", you whispered back innocently, your thumb now rubbing circles near his bulge.

"Isn't that what you wanted, Lix?"

He whimpered quietly, as you licked your lips in excitement. You were moving your thumb in circles, so that it was only slightly touching the now awfully large tent in his pants.

He nodded with gritted teeth.

Then you suddenly pulled away giving him a smirk while opening the buttons and tugging on the waistband of his jeans, pulling them down with his underwear.

The definition of above-average length jumped free and you never saw such a beautiful dick. Of course it was. Everything about Felix was beautiful.

Almost in pain, he pressed the back of his hand to his mouth to keep from moaning loudly as you wrapped your fingers around his member. You slowly started stroking him and he looked like a fallen angel with the desperate expression on his face.

He gasped as you gripped a little tighter. You licked the bit of precum from the tip and he groaned again and his deep voice vibrated in his belly. Then, you made slight tooth contact with his skin, before you wrapped your lips tightly around his length. The more he whimpered and moaned the more you intensively moved your head along his length.

He gently brushed a strand of hair from your forehead as you sucked him off, before he gave in and reached into your hair to press you harder onto his dick.

He could no longer hide how much your mouth and the little gags turned him on and he buckled his hip against your face, relentlessly pushing his throbbing dick down your throat, until tears spilled form the corners of your eyes.

"Fuck... Your mouth feels so amazing...", he growled as deep, as you have never heard from him. He looked down at you and fucked into your mouth, much less gentle than you knew him to be. This dominant side of him, excited you as well and so you bobbed your head faster around his throbbing cock, until he reached the back of your throat.

Messy wet sounds came from your mouth and he was close. Your saliva has coated his length from base to tip, making your mouth glide over him smoothly. You felt his body tense, although he really tried holding back and savor every second of your seductive warm mouth. You sucked even harder and it punched out a strangled moan from him as you massaged his length with your tongue.

"So pretty”, he moaned, as he was thrusting harder into your mouth, holding a rough grip of your hair. You could feel yourself getting wet while he was fucking into your throat. You were incredibly turned on, but you ignored it. This wasn't about you and the fact that Hyunjin still had your panties made it worse.

As you gagged around him, his breathing became more raspy and he began twitching inside your mouth.

"You're so good for me... Can I come into your mouth, angel?", he asked panting and you nodded quickly.

With a snap of his hips he pushed you onto his dick once more and came into your throat with a desperate whimper. You swallowed it all and clawed at his thigh until he let go of you and you could catch your breath.

He pulled you up to him again and kissed you passionately. You could feel his rapid heartbeat with your hands on his chest, melting in his arms. This time his hands were faster on your ass, kneading it greedily. He rubbed his still semi-hard dick between your thighs, putting direct pressure on your bare clit, making you sigh softly.

“No panties?”, he asked with raised eyebrows and started rubbing his dick between your thighs, directly onto your clit.

“Lix, please. Need to feel you”, you whimpered and pressed your forehead to his neck, as he buckled his hips further between your thighs. You wanted him inside you so bad and without any panties on, it would be easy to just slip his dick inside your soaking cunt.

"Just to be clear: If you fuck on my couch, you clean up afterwards too!"

Chan's voice teared you out of your own world and you two looked at him with red cheeks and heavy breathing. Felix quickly pulled his pants back up and didn't dare to look at the leader.

While you and Chan grinned slightly at each other, Felix buried his face in your neck and whined embarrassed:

"How did you even notice?"

Changbin crossed his arms behind his head and said:

"Computer screens reflect, Yongbok... And your desperate whining could not be overheard."

So they had seen everything, how you made him a mess just with your sweet mouth and almost fucking you. Felix's face turned red up to his ears and he would have loved to sink into the ground.

But Chan and Changbin looked at each other like proud big brothers.

Randomly you read the time on Chan's laptop.

"Shit how long did I sleep?"

"Maybe an hour?", Changbin answered.

"Fuck!", you shouted and jumped up, fixing your skirt.

"Lee Know has a photoshoot in an hour. Wasn't he here?"

"Not yet. He wanted to discuss the choreography for the last song first. I think he is still with Hyunjin and the choreographer at the practice room”, Chan said and you quickly gave Felix one last kiss before running through the door.

In the practice room, Minho was hard at work with the choreographer and you wanted to sit down on the couch next to Hyunjin to wait for him.

With a grin, Hyunjin pulled you onto his lap and you sucked in a sharp breath as the fabric of his jeans rubbed against your bare and already sensitive pussy.

You glanced briefly at the others, but they were completely distracted and busy going over the choreography. Even so, the staff knew you were close. Even the guys would often sit on each other's laps or cuddle. That was perfectly normal for everyone around.

What wasn't normal was that your already aroused cunt was now pressed right up against his thigh. He put an arm around your waist to hold you close and whispered in your ear:

"I can feel you even through my pants.”

Then he slowly began to bob his leg and a gasp escaped you that was fortunately swallowed by the music. His thigh muscles tensed under you and he held your hip tightly.

Eagerly you began to move your hips slightly, enjoying the friction on your naked pussy and trying to get rid of the arousal that Felix triggered.

"Just take what you need, princess”, he murmured seductively and you bit your lip to stop yourself from moaning.

With one last glance at the other two, who however didn't glance in your direction but were busy with themselves and their notes, you began to ride his thigh, panting softly as you did so.

He started to kiss your neck, roughly fondling your breasts and rubbing and pinching your nipples through your clothing, making you whimper. His hands found there place onto your breasts as your hips rutted against his thigh. He could begin to feel your slick dampen his pants and it brought another smile onto his face.

"Does that feel good, princess?"

You nodded and your breath started to speed up as you humped Hyunjin's thigh faster and faster and he sucked in your skin between his teeth, worshipping your breasts and grabbing and groping all over your body.

But suddenly Lee Know raised his eyes and fixed you both with a sharp expression on his face.

But this only spurred you on even more. He quickly engaged the choreographer in conversation and made sure he didn't turn around.

Nevertheless you continued to ride his friends thigh. Hyunjin cleched and jiggled his leg just to see your reaction. He noticed how you shivered and lightly wrapped his hand around your throat, which he knew you adored.

While looking Minho directly in the eyes, he began to rub your clit with his fingers under your skirt and you tensed on his lap.

Minho found it increasingly difficult to concentrate on the conversation and he tried not to look at you too often, but the way you rode Hyunjin's thigh and your needy expression made it hard for him.

"Jinnie, I'm close”, you whimpered and rolled your hips even rougher against his leg.

"Come for me, pretty girl”, he whispered, tightening his grip around your neck and there you came with a naughty moan.

"Oh fuck... Thank you”, you gasped and leaned against his chest as you came down from your high.

He wrapped both arms tightly around your stomach and rested his chin on your shoulder.

"You can thank me soon enough, but now you should take care of Minho. I think he’s a bit jealous”, he said with a mocking smile at Lee Know, pressing a kiss to your collarbone and it was obvious that he was right.

You stood up and waited at the door until Minho was ready. Unfortunately you had to leave if you wanted to get to the photo-shooting on time.

Finally Lee Know came over to you and Hyunjin engaged the choreographer directly in another conversation.

Only you seemed to notice the wet spot on his pants, and as you stepped out into the hallway together, you had to smile, when you only heard Minho mutter:

"You are both maniacs.”

->Part 18

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[seeyouinthecone]

a comforting hand

- first post <3

- copied from my wattpad : hannie_pieee

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You and Jisung are in a recently started relationship and are still trying to figure out how each other works. You are following him and the boys on their adventures with recording and practicing all day. Han seems alright..until he wasn't.

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ Han x fem reader ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ SFW/Fluff/Angst ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀

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You and Jisung are sharing a pair of AirPods as you both sit next to each other on the subway. Both of you are laughing at his phone as you lay your head on his shoulder. Chris is sitting in front of you both beside Changbin. He noticed the cute snickering and laughing from behind him. He turned behind him with a little smirk. "Now what's so funny?' He asks cheekily.

You look at Chris with a blush of embarrassment and look at Han. Jisung looks at Chris and chuckles "real comedy, you couldn't get it.." he chuckled and looks at you as you snicker. "Hey! What's that supposed to mean?' Chris says with a raised eye brow. You and Han laugh as he says "You're not funny dude, respectfully..' he says as he wraps his arm around you. Chris dropped his mouth and turned around attacking Han with a laugh and messed up his hair. "CHAN! STOPPPP!" Han says laughing attacking him back. You sit laughing at them trying to get out of the way of all the commotion.

The train stops as you all arrive to your stop. Han looks at you with a blush and a smile.."shall we go, m'lady?' He says as he hold his arm out so you can grab it. You blush and nod saying "yes of course~" . You grab his arm as you both hold onto each others arm and walk out of the train following the rest of the group.

He holds onto your arm like you're going to run away from him. He doesn't want to let you go especially in public, because he wants people to know you guys are a ITEM. You lay your head on his shoulder as you walk with him. "Are you feeling tired, baby?" he asks looking at you saying softly. You blush and smile.."no, just taking in this nice moment with you, hannie.." you say smiling at him. He seems to blush at the fact you called him by his nickname and smiles kissing your forehead. You both feel so comforted and calm in each others embrace. It was a timeless feeling as you looked around at the streets being so busy and bright because of the sunset.

You all arrive at the studio. Chris and Changbin get there stuff ready as Leeknow, Felix, and Hyunjin go to the practice room to dance. Seungmin and Jeongin sit on the couch in the studio waiting to get their vocals recorded for the next comeback. Han sits on the other end of the couch as you follow sitting beside him. You get out your phone and start looking through tiktok.

"Hey baby?" Han says as he looks at you. You look at him pausing your videos. "Yes baby?" you say with a soft smile. "I'm going to get a snack, do you want anything? I know you haven't had a lot to eat today.." he says kinda worried about you. "Oh! Uhm, yeah of course baby..just get me anything you'd recommend.. thank you for being so caring babyboy.." you say smiling and cupping his cheek with a blush.

He could not handle your cuteness! All he could do was blush and smile. "You're actually so adorable.." he says with a soft whisper. He kisses your hand as it touches his cheek. "i'll be right back.." he says as he gets up heading out to get a snack for you both. You get back to your tiktok videos and lay back on the couch getting sleepy.

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The boys have been at it for a view hours. You fell asleep on the couch after you had a snack and some snuggles from Han when he was on a break. You wake up and rub your eyes softly as you hear a little bit of a angry tone in the room.

"You're doing fine, Han! What's wrong?" Chris says over the radio into his booth. Han sounds frustrated as you look into his booth from the couch. "It just doesn't sound as good as it needs to, Chan!" he says frustrated. You look at Changbin. Changbin looks at you with a side smile and a slight shrug. You look at Han with a concerned look and stand up.

"Han, just come take a break! You're thinking about it too much! You're stressing yourself out! We still have a long time until this HAS to be finished!" Chris explained as he looks at him with concern. You go behind Changbin and sit on the couch closer to him. "How long has he been in the booth..?" you ask Changbin. He looks at you and sighs "About an hour or so.." he says. You look at him.."Binnie, he's over working himself, isn't he..?" you ask worried. Binnie looks at you and nods with a sad look. You sigh and look at Han.

Han puts his headphones down on the stand and sighs still frustrated but listened to Chan. He grabbed his stuff and walked out the booth with obvious discouragement. You look at Han and motions him to come to you. "Han.. take a walk and a break and come back later. We can record Hyunjin's part while you are gone." Chris says nodding at him. Han looked down and just nodded as he walked to you holding his hand out not looking at you. You look at him and grab his hand as you both walk out.

You take him to a lounge part of the studio. "Sweetie.. What's going on?" you say as you sit down with him and place your hand on his cheek. As you touch his cheek, you feel some tears. "Awh.. Hannie.." you say but you get cut off by him pulling your hand off his cheek kinda roughly. It takes you by shock. He looks at you moving his bangs. He lets go of your hand..."i'm.. im sorry..i don't like it when people see me like this.." he says defeated.

You look at him and then down. "What happened? How long were you in there?" you say looking back up at him. "About an hour.. and nothing really happened. i just...i couldn't hit a certain part in my rap, and i wanted to show i could do it. I got in my head and.." he says as his voice got a little cracked. You place your hand on his leg moving closer to him. "You work so hard, Jisung.." you say softly. "..and I am so proud of you and who you are.."

He looks at you with his tear filled eyes. He blushes but his eyes just can't help but cry more. "You're going to get that part!" you continue to encourage the sweet soft boy with your words. His hand wraps around yours and smiles softly as he cries. "Thank you sweet girl.." he says laying his forehead on yours. you smile with a huge blush. "Now stop being so hard on yourself!! You're my favorite rapper in the world.. " you say and then whisper .."don't tell Binnie.."

He laughs at you and smiles kissing your nose. "I really needed that.." he says softly. "Now, let me go in there and light that booth on fire.. with my rapping skills." he says giggling. you smile at him and wipe his tears away. "there's my confident babyboy.." you say smiling. He blushes at you as he starts to get up. "OH! wait, here.." you hand him a bottle of water and a snack. "Let's finish your break first, big shot.." you say smirking as you walk beside him into the studio. "Yes ma'am." he says with a smile and roll of the eyes. He smirks as he stops you and traps you on the wall.

You blush hard and look at him.."Jisung!!" You say flustered. He smirks and kisses you softly. You kiss him back and slowly melt into his kiss holding him close. He pulls back slowly.. "Thank you again, sweet girl." He smirks as he holds your cheek sweetly. You look up at him blushing.."of course, baby.." you say shyly. He grabs your hand.."you'll get more later~" he says as he pulls you into the studio with him. Your eyes widen some and smile big. "you're so cute!" you follow into the studio as he goes into the booth. You sit on the couch with a face of lovestruck eyes.

Binnie looks at you and smirks. "Hm..seems like you got him happy." he says teasing you. You hit his tough arm. "SHUSH!" you say blushing hard. "She got a kissyyyyy~" Chris says chiming in teasing. You blush and hide your face in your hands. "Guys.. the microphone is on.." Han says looking at them with a smirk and crossed arms having heard everything they said. "Now, leave her be and let me blow you all away." he says smirking looking at you. You smile big and give him two big thumbs up!

·˚ ◌༘₊· ͟͞꒰➳ The End!!

I hope everyone enjoyed!! Thanks for reading!! <3

[delirious-donna]

They Call Him The Reaper [Hanma Shuji]

an: after many discussions on discord with @unknownspecies over Shuji and especially soft Shuji in the past few days, this idea was born. A huge thanks to Zoya for helping a ton with the inspiration and characterisation.

pairing: Hanma Shuji x female reader

warnings: SFW, suggestive at best but only in one section, canon level violence mentioned, fluff, photographer timeline Shuji, soft Shuji, self-indulgence

Masterlist

They call him the Reaper.

A title bestowed upon him when he was only an adolescent. A delinquent with seemingly no moral compass, little compassion and a desire to watch the world burn, but only after being the one to strike the match. Nothing but a thug with no qualms about being used by others to enact their worst ideations.

Even now, in his mid-thirties, the namesake remains.

Sure, he isn’t the most upstanding citizen, but he is a far cry from those youthful years when he would pull the wings off insects just to watch them writhe. He found his passion, and it wasn’t taking orders without question. Perhaps those years helped him capture the world in a way that others couldn’t, a unique take on the subject of his photographs that no one but he could draw out because he didn’t see the world like anyone else. 

His studio was full of his favourite shots, landscapes blown up to cover large sections of the walls with small intimate photos scattered around in what seemed like a haphazard way when, in fact, there was a logic and pattern that only made sense to him. Photos taken with a polarizing filter caught your eye amongst the raw scenes on display. Natural sunsets stood out against a sea of cityscapes with twinkling lights, the pure magic of the sun outshining any number of neon lights that covered the glittering buildings.

It was safe to say that he had an eye for photography, and his fully booked calendar only highlighted that fact. However, he hadn’t entirely turned away from his criminal past. He would still lend out favours to those he called friends and they weren’t many. Those that did make the exclusive list were some of the most powerful men in the entire country and the majority of their wealth was stained in crimson, not that he cared.

An enforcer, a dangerous presence or sometimes the kindling to spark the flames of a dispute that had taken too long to reach this point. He played the role well, and it would be a lie to say he didn’t enjoy it when he was called upon. His fingers itched for a good fight often, and whilst he could now channel that energy in other, less violent ways, sometimes nothing could quell the bloodlust than a brawl where his knuckles split wide and smears of his opponent's blood covered his golden-hued skin.

Of course, he was still the Reaper. To be feared simply from how he smiled when he entered a room. It didn’t matter who occupied it or how high up the tree they might be, his smile was crazed, a warning and a threat rolled into one. The wolf called in when things were growing arms and legs, when attention was being drawn and a conclusion was needed sooner rather than later.

One flash of his perfectly white and deadly sharp teeth was enough to silence a room and he got off on that feeling. A glance at the stark black ink decorating the backs of his hands was more than ample to strike fear into the most hardened criminals. They all knew the atrocities those hands had committed, the blood that had long been washed away but still evident on the slender fingers by reputation alone.

An animal. A hired thug. A monster.

Except, he wasn’t those things, at least, not to you. He was gentle, a good listener and a whirlwind of his own making. Not always, and he had his moments when he was far from gentle, but you loved those times nearly as much as you coveted the soft times.

He liked the sound of rainstorms and would pull you to bed simply to lay in his arms and talk whilst the heavy thud of raindrops pelted against the roof and lashed the windows. He was a curious creature and often questioned you over things that seemed trivial but somehow were important to him. What had you eaten for lunch in middle school? What had you wanted to be when you were a kid? Which was your favourite ice cream flavour? 

You’d laugh and press your hand against his shoulder in a playful shove, he couldn’t seriously want to know those things but he truly did. His nose rubbed into your hair as warm laughter met your ear, the arm around your waist tightening until you yielded and gifted him the answers he sought. Did he remember them? You weren’t sure and you didn’t test him on it, it was enough that he had asked in the first place.

The man called the Reaper thought about you and not just when he needed something from you. It had taken some time to sink in but the evidence was plain to see as the little trinkets grew on your vanity. He had an uncanny ability to sense you weren’t in the best of moods, perhaps it was a hard week at work or your monthly cycle kicking your ass. It didn’t matter the reason, simply that in these instances he would appear on your doorstep with that wicked grin curving his lips and a small bag or box in hand. It was never a random item either, always something you had previously spoken about like the hobbies and interests he teased you over or an item you had lingered at whilst out together.

Someone considered a monster couldn’t be that sweet, but he was. Perfect he was not but soft, measured when it counted and open with his affection. He didn’t shy away from twining his fingers with yours, thumb stroking over your knuckles while you swung your joined hands happily. What a funny pair you made when out walking, but he didn’t mind one jot when you had a spring in your step or you pulled him to stop over something you had spied. Maybe you couldn’t see the secret smile that he wore only for you but the ghost of it caught your eye now and then.

For everything that made him hard, dominating and the master of his universe, there was a parallel to be drawn. All you had to do was look within the box tucked away beneath his bed to know that to you, he was no monster to be feared. Inside a frayed box that had been opened and closed so many times that the stiff cardboard was now peeling in places, scuffed and overused, was a thick stack of photos. Polaroids and glossy photos sat in a jumble and the subject of every single one… you.

Some only showed the curve of your shoulder as the morning sun streamed through a bedroom window to bounce off your skin and the rumpled white sheets. Others were candid shots that you remembered fondly. Being chased around your apartment whilst he snapped photos that you tried playfully to avoid. Bright smiles and splayed fingers across the lens blurred the surroundings but did nothing to dampen the happiness they exuded. You’d blush at the intimate ones carefully thumbed by long fingers. Hair spread out on pillows like a halo, features twisted in bliss and uncaring for the camera poised above you. 

Yes, there were lewd images of the two of your bodies joined and the decadent mess such a joining resulted in. Streaks of saliva on heated flesh, a pink tongue painted in creamy white, a hand painted with ‘punishment’ wrapped around an eager throat and other things that made you blush to even think of. 

He even kept the photos you had taken, the ones from a lazy Sunday morning when you had grabbed his camera and snapped away at his tousled hair and carefree expression. Capturing the curls of smoke that rose from one of his morning cigarettes and asking him to try and blow smoke rings just to amuse you. The ones where you kissed his cheek and peeked at the camera with a wink and others where you made stupid faces together until you couldn’t breathe from the laughter.

Despite it all, the violence he was capable of and the times he tested your patience and sanity to the very limit, he had stolen your attention but you had gifted him your love.

They called him the Reaper, but you called him Hanma Shuji.

[darlingdesire]

PERFECT GIRL 18+

WARNINGS: plotless smut smut smut, not heavy smut though. Kind of left it on a cliffhanger.

Harry was stood at the large window of your bedroom, gazing out at the beautiful sunset when he sensed you nearing him. He turned his face to yours and instantly smiled.

You beamed in response, delicately trailing over to him and circling your arms around his middle; cuddling your body to his without a word. You missed him whilst he was out at work today. He left too soon, too early for your liking. He had just gotten back and you were desperate to make up for the missed time.

He wrapped his arms around you tightly, pressing himself against you; "I'm sorry I couldn't stay in bed longer." His voice sounded strained as he spoke. "But I had some things to take care off in the studio."

Your cheek was pressed against his shirt, his cologne tantalizing your mind and sending you into a relaxed state. He smelt so perfect—so much like home. “You should be,” You mumbled sarcastically, “The bed got cold, and that made me cold.”

He chuckled softly before kissing your forehead tenderly; "Hmm..." He hummed into your hair, pausing briefly before continuing; "Forgive me?" He smirked playfully, leaning down to whisper in your ear; "...Please."

You grinned at his words and the feeling of his soft lips against your skin. “Fine... I guess...” You pretended to be petty, but your smile said differently to what you were saying. “But you gotta make up for it,” You lifted your head up to look at him, your eyes meeting instantly and he had the faintest smile of content playing on his lips, “It's the rules, of course.”

“Of course,” He then nodded slowly, grabbing both sides of your face and pulling you close enough to kiss you deeply; "Anything for my beautiful wife," He whispered huskily, deepening the kiss until neither one could breathe anymore. "Now come here, let me warm you up."

You grinned into the kiss and then felt his hands leave your face and trail down to your hips, then slowly found their way to your backside. He squeezed the clothes flesh, a silent urge to call for you to move; so you jumped up and wrapped your legs around his middle.

He chuckled softly as he broke off the kiss and looked deep into your eyes; "Isn't your Husband just so strong and mighty?" His voice was forcibly low and seductive, his words intently playful.

You rolled your eyes in response to his words, a wide smile appearing on your face. You were about to reply when his face twisted into a mock frown at your eye roll

"Did you just roll your eyes at me?” He faked an offended gasp, giving your butt another squeeze as he neared your shared king bed.

You shrug, trying to hide the bright smile that just egged his playful attitude on; “I would never” You pursed your lips together.

He laughed before leaning forward and kissing you deeply once more. As soon as he pulled away from the kiss, he smirked mischievously, “How do you want me, Baby?” His playful attitude was no longer there, and was quickly being replaced by one manipulated by lust and darkness.

You pressed you lips to his again and felt him lower you down to the bed; “I want you out of these clothes.”

He smiled devilishly as he slowly pulled away from you and began to undress himself— first with ridding off his shirt, and then his grey sweatpants. His tattoos were on full display and so were his abs, all you wanted was to just trace the lines with your tongue and lips. “Now what?”

Your legs brushed each other as you let your eyes travel back up to his face; he was already staring at you, his green eyes dark and filled with lust and love. All for you. Only for you. “Want you to touch me.”

As soon as you said those words, he reached out towards you without hesitation, grabbing hold of your thighs and parting them further so that he could nestle between them. “Where baby?” He cooed, his voice was soft and teasing, his face was near yours and he let his lips attach themselves to your jaw, then up to meet with your lips.

His hand moved further up your thigh, gently squeezing it as it smoothed up to where it met your hip. “Here?” He continued to coo.

You squirmed under him and tried to shift around the create some sort of relief, you needed it desperately.

He kissed the other side of your jaw, his lips lingering as his forehead pressed against your upper cheek. “Maybe here...” His fingers grazed over your pussy, and your breath caught in your throat at the feeling.

“Yes...” You whispered and your eyes shut almost instantly, nodding your head slowly when be began to let his fingers explore your pussy; “There.”

He moved his face up to hover over yours, studying your features. You could sense his gaze on you through your closed eyes. His stare was intense, and his face was so close to yours, it made you shy.

His breath hitched slightly as he felt your warmth against his fingers. His head ducked down and he attached his lips to your neck, moaning oh so softly, and you let out a small gasp as he continued to touch your heat, "So beautiful."

Your hand moved to grab his wrist, making sure that his hand stayed by your heat and continued with the pattern of which he was pleasuring you with; slowly stroking your clit whilst teasingly pushing two fingers into you.

“Mmmh.." The sound came from deep within him, muffled by your skin as he moaned loudly. He squeezed your thigh tightly with his free hand, pulling himself closer to you, "Y’So good to me,” He breathed heavily, his face moved away from your neck; “So perfect—My perfect girl.”