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faegoddessog · 2 years ago

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Seventy Two Hours of Bliss Ch.24/41

Chapter 24: Elvis in the Building

Chapter Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, cunniligus, unprotected PiV, (play safe ya'll!), panty ripping

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Series Summary:

You are neighbors with Austin Butler on the Gold Coast of Australia just prior to shooting Elvis. You become just friends because he is taken. However, after he is single again, you both find out just how attracted you are to one another and things get unrelentingly hot.

SERIES WARNING: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, here there be lemons.

Authors Notes: I started writing this while remodeling my kitchen, so that informed the slightly quirky narrative. It starts slow, but once it heats up, it is on fire. I have tried to pull facts from RL as much as I could, but obviously there are some assumptions and flat out dreamy wishes involved here.

Chapter 24: Elvis in the Building

Austin gets so busy you don’t see him properly for a couple weeks. Sometimes you wake with him in bed curled around you. Sometimes he slips inside you in the tiny morning hours.

Once or twice he woke you up to full on fuck you in the middle of the night. Those nights, you assumed that whatever scene they were shooting must have turned him on. He is always gone in the morning and always leaves a note for you.

You make excellent progress on the kitchen/living room, building and installing cabinets and laying the floor. The countertop guy came by to measure for the island and sink run. He flirted with you nonstop and even made sure you had his personal number. He was cute and funny, but he was no Austin.

Today, you are up on a mobile scaffold, working on lighting when your text tone goes off.

Austin: I’ll be back early today, dinner?

Me: What does Elvis want for dinner?

Austin: Elvis is about to pick up good ol’ southern fried chicken and mashed potatoes.

Me: ETA?

Austin: 30 min

You dive into the shower and clean off the day's work. You slip into a fitted vintage Pink Floyd T-shirt and black lace panties. You decide to finish the light you were working on while you are waiting, so you slip into your work boots and climb back onto the scaffold.

You hear the key in the lock, Austin saunters in holding a bag with ‘Deep South Chicken’ written on the side. He has big gold rimmed 70’s sunglasses on.

“Hey hunny, I‘m home,” he looks up, freezes, seeing you on your knees, reaching up over head exposing your belly over nothing but black lace.

He pulls the sunglasses down, looking over the top of them, “Oh Lord have Mercy,” he mumbles under his breath.

“Hey baby, let me finish then we can eat,” you smile down at him innocently. You finish twisting the wire nuts.

He sets the bag on the entry table along with his keys and sunglasses.

“Well you got me hankerin’ for sumat else now ‘at I seen you,” he is fully in character. He walks over and runs his hands on your legs. You click the light cover into place.

“What do you have in mind, EP?” you say, playing into the scene.

“Well, this here is jus’ about th’ perfect height,” he tests it out with arms crossed on the scaffold, the floor of which hits him just under his armpits. “Yeah,” he nods to himself, “ ‘at’ll do.”

You sit back on your heels and lean forward to greet him with a smiling kiss.

“Git them legs over ‘ere,” he taps your legs.

You swing them around to dangle over the edge and lean back on your hands.

“Don’ you evah wear proper clothes fer workin’ in?” he smiles up at you.

“I have on work boots, safety first and all,” you kick your feet a little.

He responds by pushing your legs apart. Wrapping his hands around your backside, he tugs you closer to the edge. His fingers run lightly on the surface of your panties: up, down, in circles. Then more pressure, pressing your labia together. Quiet moans escaping your lips. He leans in and kisses the blooming wet spot in the middle.

“Lord, I love th’ scent o’ you,” he inhales deep, and tilts his head back, eyes closed, leg shaking.

His fingers slip under with the inside hem and tease your lips. He chuckles low as you catch your bottom lip in your teeth as you inhale through your nose.

“I love how wet cha always are. Wet n’ ready for me awl th’ time,” his voice heightens your arousal.

He pulls the lacy fabric aside, revealing your pink lips. His tongue drags over them once, twice, then he pushes the tip into your slit, flicking up and down.

He leans back, lips wet, and hooks his fingers on the waistband, intent on pulling them off.

“Wait,” your hand is inches away from your utility knife. You slip it into the front of your panties, flick the blade out, and cut a slit in the crotch.

He watches you do this, his brows slightly scrunched, his mouth a quiet whistle of arousal. He puts fingers of both hands into the slit you cut and pulls violently, ripping the lace apart.

“God damn babeh,” he exclaims, “'y'are so fuckin’ hot, I’m ’bout ta blister.” He pushes the tattered remnants to each side, framing you, pink and glistening.

He flips your legs up onto his shoulders tilting you back, and immerses himself in you. His lips, tongue and teeth all join in the play: nibbling on your outer lips, lapping at the wetness of your inner lips, diving in and tongue fucking you; flicking your clit with the tip of his tongue, wrapping his tongue around it, sucking, trapping it between his teeth.

Every time you try to push your hips into his face, he locks his hands to your hips, holding you steady. Pushing your thighs apart when they jerk together in pleasure. Your hands are grasping the edge of the scaffold, knuckles white. Heaving breath through clamped teeth, pushing out throaty moans.

Using only the glory that is his mouth, he patiently and persistently and greedily brings you so close to orgasm. Your mouth is dry from hanging open in a perpetual state of ‘almost there’.

His hands scoop under your back, drawing you upright as he pulls away from his decadent business, lower face dripping. You are almost wild with need, leaning down and kissing him fiercely.

He pulls you off the scaffolding and onto him, your legs wrap around his waist, untied boots falling to the floor, hips grinding into his stomach with need. Your mouth sucking on his neck.

“Calm down, ther’ wil’cat. I’m gon’ getcha wha’ you need.”

He quickly takes you into your bedroom and tosses you down onto the bed. You land with your legs open. You reach down to touch with yourself.

“Don’ cha dare,” his voice stern and reprimanding, stopping you in your tracks. He’s pointing to your crotch, “I’m gon’ take care o’ you, don’ chu worry none.”

Your pelvis keeps rocking against nothing as you pout. He leans over you, staring into your eyes, and slowly pulls off the wet and ripped panties, stuffing them into his pants pocket.

He unbuttons his shirt, slowly pulling it off. Then undoes his fly, kicking off his shoes, and removes his pants and underwear one leg at a time. It feels like he is going in slow motion as he displays his hard cock for you, a drop forming at the tip.

You are practically vibrating on the vision of him standing above you naked, hard and about to fuck you.

After what feels like days he finally crawls, cat-like, on top of you.

“You wan’ me inside you babeh?” he asks.

You shake your head, “No, I NEED you inside me,” you reach for his hips, pulling him to you.

“Oh, is ‘at righ’,” his shaft is rubbing between your lips, the tip against your clit.

Your open mouth moan turns into a begging whine, “Please, please, I need it all.”

He smiles a lop-sided smile and pulls his hips back, his tip dropping to your entrance. And slowly pushes inside of you, spreading you open inch by inch. It feels amazing. You are groaning in pleasure.

“Oh fuuuuck yeeeees,” your voice dips deep and long.

Once he is sunk deep into you, he starts a litany of dirty talk, resonant and Elvis-y in your ear.

“You feel so good babeh, wrapped around my dick.”

He glides out and sinks in again.

“Mmm, d’ya like takin’ my cock in that slip’ry puss o’ yours darlin’?” his voice vibrates your soul.

Your chin dips up and down. His pelvis meets yours, again and again.

“D’ya like how I give it t’ya? Ev’ry inch buried in ya?”

You don’t want to break the spell of his voice. You clasp him to you, open your legs wider, and grind your hips up into him.

“MMM yeah y’do.”

You never want him to stop-

“You are so amazin’ babeh, I love as how you let me fuck you when eveh and where eveh.”

-never stop moving inside you-

“I love how ya flood ma dick when ya cum.”

-never stop talking in that dirty, gorgeous voice-

“Y’a gonna cum for me,?”

-never stop- ever.

Your pussy clamps down on him, making him moan, pushing you that much closer to nirvana.

“ooohohoh Yeah, squeeze that hard cock, feels so fuckin’ good in ya, babeh.”

You try to push your hand between your bodies to get to your clit.

“Is this whatchu need?” he balances his weight on one arm, his hand wraps around your hip bone under him, thumb splayed into your vulva. The movement of his hips into you pushing his thumb hard over your engorged kernel over and over again.

It only takes about 30 seconds when the wave finally breaks over you in a fervid rush, a high pitched "“mmmHmm!” slides into an open-mouthed “Ohhh unnnghhh!”

“Yeah babeh,” he growls, “fuckin’ cum on that cock.”

He moves his hand and starts chasing his own orgasm as you wantonly ride yours under him, back bending to meet him, desperate to get him ever deeper into you.

“You feel so fuckin’ perfect babeh. I’ma ‘bout to cum so deep, fuck.” He pumps into you faster.

You reach down, nails digging into his ass.

“OH arrrgghhh yeahhaaha” he pushes deep into you, glutes so tight under your hands. His back rounds as he rams his shaking hips into you once, twice, three times. Each one accompanied by deep, wild sounds.

You wrap your legs and arms around him, holding him close as you both float in ecstasy, breathing hard. Eventually, he rolls to the side, taking you with him.

“Damn baby, I fuckin’ missed you,” his voice is still southern, but lighter and less Elvis, “that was not what I expected when I walked in.”

“I’m so glad you got off early and that you brought Elvis with you,” you nuzzle into his chest, “who knew he loved dirty talk so much, damn it really got me.”

“I could tell Kitten’,” he drawls low, kissing your temple, “I was hopin’ I could seduce you with him later, but clearly you had other plans.”

“Hey, you started it… I was just conveniently located … and freshly showered… with a costume change,” you admit.

“What?! You didn’t work in nothin’ but lace panties all day? Now you are ruinin’ my fantasy,” he teases you.

“Oh no baby,” you say in your sweetest voice, “of course that’s what I wear for hard physical labor. And darn it, now I need new lace panties.”

“Oh my god, when you cut those, I almost came in my pants,” he hugs you tight, "I am going to keep those, by the way."

"Be my guest," you giggle, “it was spur of the moment, but I’m glad you liked it. And thanks for bringing dinner! I’m hungry now!”

You get clothes on and go out on the balcony to eat.

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uhlatcha · 10 months ago

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ROCK WITH U - SEVENTEEN 70s AU - CHAPTER THREE: ONE FOR THE ROAD

TAGLIST :@gaslysainz

CHAPTER THREE: ONE FOR THE ROAD

Spring Of 1979 - Beginning of "Heaven is Here" Tour

The group breakfast before hitting the road was a tradition since the Day6 days. and that year, the crew at the restaurant were a little bit bigger. Tea arrived at the restaurant wearing sunglasses and with her Polaroid camera around her neck. Her bag was full of film so she could take a lot of pictures. The Polaroid thing started like a hobby, but then turned into an addiction, she would carry the camera everywhere. She had a bunch of boxes full of pictures in her house.

Seungcheol and Jeonghan made sure to not let the boys be late this time, they were the first to get in the restaurant and started eating right away.

Tea arrived alongside Woozi, Dino and Jun, there was no sight of Joshua or Mya yet. Mingyu got really excited to see her, so she ordered a coffee and went to talk to her. She was talking with Woozi sitting by a table.

"Good, morning." He greeted Woozi, then turned to Tea. "I brought you coffee, I didn't know which one you prefer so I brought something sweet." Mingyu said, handing her the cup. His fangs showed while he smiled.

"Oh that was very kind." She said, smiling, then frowned. "But I don't drink coffee, darling."

Dino who was talking to Wonwoo not far away and saw Mingyu handing her the coffee cup headed in her direction, jumping like a little excited kid.

"Is this Tea with a coffee cup?" He asked.

"Yes, you can have it, baby." She said, handing him the coffee.

"Thanks mom." He said in an affected voice, then went back to where he was talking to Wonwoo, Vernon and Jun were thin now.

"Sorry." She said, apologizing to him and tried to get up.

"What do you like to drink then?" Mingyu asked, making her stop on her tracks.

"I'm British." She said with a big smile. "So I drink tea, darling."

"Which flavor do you like? I'll get you some tea." He said, already getting up.

"Oh it's okay, you don't have to." She started, but he interrupted her.

"Strawberry, I bet you like strawberry tea. I'll be right back!" He said, heading to the restaurant counter.

She liked strawberry tea, but it wasn't by far her favorite. She preferred stronger flavors with no sugar. But Mingyu was already in a mission so she couldn't tell him that. And she actually didn't liked the way Americans served tea, so she was probably going to hate any tea they had in the restaurant anyways. But since she already had denied his coffee, she could at least pretend she liked the tea, just for this time.

"He look very invested on making you like him." Woozi said, laughing.

"The poor fella it's making all the wonrg choices tho." You said, making Woozi laugh even more.

Mingyu was back really quick, sitting across from her, beside Woozi, handing her the tea, watching her every move, really curious about her reaction. She sipped just a bit of the tea, and forced a smile towards him.

"Mmm, delicious." She said, making him smile.

"Min, come here." Wonwoo called Mingyu, and he excused himself and went to meet his friend. As he got up, Tea saw Minghao at the door, he greeted everyone on the way and went to her table."

"Good morning." He said, sitting beside Woozi.

"You look like you didn't sleep well." Tea commented.

"And do I ever sleep the night before day one?! It's impossible." He said, making her laughed. She sipped her tea again.

"Oh god, I can't." She said making a disgusted face to the tea "This is terrible."

"I brought real tea." Minghao said sitting right in front of Tea in the restaurant, putting his small suitcase where he carried his traveling tea kit.

"Oh thanks the lord." She said, pushing away the cup of tea Mingyu brought her earlier. "You just made my day, darling." She called a waitress and asked for a kettle of hot water and a clean teacup.

Hao was already opening the suitcase, displaying a large variety of small recipients full of different tea leaves and Tea could cry just by that vision, so she took a picture of him while he was doing his magic. Her tea was almost ready when Mya and Joshua crossed the door and walked towards their table.

Joshua was carrying a gift box, a big smile on his face while he sat beside her.

"Good morning." He said, and Tea gave him a kiss, then catch her camera to take picture of his cute expression.

"How many pictures did you take already?" Mya asked, pouring herself some coffee.

"That was actually the first one." Tea explained "Then took a picture of her friend drinking he coffee.

"Let me borrow this for a second." Mya asked, reaching for the camera."I want to take a picture of you too.

"Yes, take a picture of her opening her gift." Shua said.

"What gift?" Tea's voice got higher as she got excited.

Mingyu who as at a near table ad heard the commotion, looked on T

"Open and you'll see." He said, handing her the box.

"This is from both of us, by the way." Mya explained, exchanging a look with Joshua before Tea opened the box. "And this one is from the four of us." Mya said, putting another box on the table.

On the first box were an orange film camera, it was s beautiful.

"This is so beautiful." She said. "I loved the color. Thank you."

Mya exchange a significant look with Mingyu, who throws her a wink while smiling widely.

"Open the bigger one." Mya suggested

The other box was a lot bigger, and inside of it there was a really different camera.

"It's a Super 8." Joshua explained "It's a video camera And with this one you can also record audio simultaneously."

"We thought would be a nice upgrade to your photography thing." Mya added.

Tea was covering her mouth, in shock. That was an amazing gift, and she was lost of words because of that.

"This is amazing, thank you guys." She said 'I really loved it"

"Go ahead take a picture of us on your new camera." Minghao said, pulling Joshua and Mya closer.

"Jun, Dino go to the other side of the table so you are in the picture too!" Tea ordered and they obeyed.

She had took a couple of pictures when Mingyu got closer.

"Do you want to join then in the picture?" He asked, pointing to the camera. I can area picture for you."

"Yes, thank you." She said handling him the camera.

"Ok, on one two three, cheese." Mingyu said then took he picture.

"Thank you." Tea said again, when he gave her back he camera.

"So you are into photos." He said, sitting beside her at the table taking Dino's place.

"Yes " she said simply.

"You know... I was apart of the photography club in high school. I even study I few semesters of photography in college."

"Really?" She said, looking excited to talk to him for the first time since hey met.

"I have one of his cameras, mine is black. It's in my bag." He pointed. "I can give you some tips on how to use it, if you want.can give.

"Oh I would love to, thank you " she was very polite, and really look forward to it. Mingyu was proud to finally being able to hold a conversation with her without her running away.

"I hope we have time for that on the road." He said.

"I'm looking forward to it." She said, then nodded politely and walk away, back to her friends.

"Why don't you go around and take some pictures?" Dink suggested.

"Would you be in charge of the pictures? I want to try to record some things with the video camera." She pointed out.

"Okay." Dino nodded and take the camera, going around to take some pictures of the breakfast.

Mya was peaking at both of then having fun taking pictures and filming everyone around. She got up to grab some coffee.

Seungcheol followed her to the counter.

"Morning." He said, his voice was raspy and he looked sleepy.

"Hi." She said, pouring herself a big mug of coffee.

"Isn't that too much coffee?" He asked.

"Isn't that too much of a intrusion of you to say how much coffee I should drink?" She teased him, then turn away. She went to the door, passing by Dino and Tea photographing Hoshi and Seungkwan, who were making funny poses. She went outside, needing some fresh morning air before getting stuck on a bus for hours. Seungcheol followed her.

She leaned by the restaurant wall, closing her eyes and sighing.

"Do you mind If I join you?" Seungcheol asked

"Will you go away If I told you to?" She asked, looking at him with a disgusted face.

"Do you really want me to go?" He asked, and stated at her for a feel seconds.

"Whatever." She said, taking a cigarette from her pocket.

Seungcheol walked towards her, stopping by her side, his shoulder touching hers.

"Did you enjoy your meal that day?" Mya asked, putting the cigarette between her lips.

"It was nice." He said. "I paid for it by the way."

"I know." She said. "The waiter told me."

Seungcheol blinked, surprised.

"Would it be that bad if a girl paid for you meal?" She teased him.

"That's not the point. We agreed that I was going to pay, I am a man of word." Be said.

"Well, that's good to know." She said. "I will remember that in the future."

"So, have you decided to give me and bandmasters a chance after our conversation?" He asked.

"I thought you didn't want me to like you." She teased him.

"Well, I might have changed my mind, maaybe I want to know you better, maybe even become friends." He said.

"Well... Let's see what happen." She said, winking at him, he a loud horn sounded, getting her attention.

She turned around covering her eyes because of the sun, and saw two big super colorful busses entering the restaurant parking lot, he horn came form he first bus, where she could see Dokyeom beside the driver. When he busses parked, he came out to greet her.

"You really know how to make an entrance." She said, still a bit shocked.

"Did you like he busses? They are awesome, right?!" He asked, really excited.

"The are early colorful." Seungcheol pointed out.

"We need to be seen, my friend." Dokyeom said. "I'll get in, I'm starving!"

DK then entered the restaurant, kicking the door open and making a dramatic entrance.

"Daddy is here kids!" He exclaimed, making everyone inside surprised and confused. "Hope you are all ready to hit the road." He said, walking around like the crazy fool he was, going straight to where Woozi was looking at him with a disappointed expression.

"Can you behave for the sake of the integrity of this place?" Woozi said "If you break anything I'm the one paying for it."

"Don't worry, I won't break anything." DK said, taking a cup of coffee.

"Os everything ready?" Woozi asked.

"Sure, I didn't sleep in thirty hours, but everything is set up. All the equipment, luggage, the busses filled with gas, the rout set and the hotel reservations done. I'm the best, you can admit."

"Congratulations for doing you job." Woozi said, annoyed. "Well since you are here and Everything is settled, I can go back to my work. Good luck on the road." Woozi said and went to say goodbye and wish luck to the members of the respective bands, but couldn't find Mya or Seungcheol, which he though was weird.

But when stepped out of the restaurant, they were together, smoking and talking.

"Are you leaving already?" Mya asked, looking at him.

"Yeah, since DK is here, I can go back to the studio." Woozi explained. "Come here, give me a hug so I can go." He said, opening his arms to welcome the girl who hugged him tightly. "Good luck." He said, then got closer to Seungcheol. "Good luck for you too, and don't forget what we talked about."

Seungcheol nodded, and Mya looked suspicious to both of then, but didn't said anything. It definitely had something that she wasn't aware of what was happening, and she would end up finding out, even though they were trying to hide it from her.

Soon, half of the crew was outside, led by DK, to see the busses. Tea was taking pictures of Jun and Dino who were joking around, Hoshi was vibrating from excitement, literally. Everyone else looked really happy and excited to hit the road, Joshua was smiling non-stop, even Wonwoo, who was more collected, looked excited in his quiet way, with a small smile on his lips. Mya looked for Mingyu, but he was nowhere to be seen.

Tea got closer to Mya grabbing by her hand, pulling her to take some more pictures with her band mates and the other boys.

"C'mon everybody, I want a picture of the whole group!" Tea said. Everyone was there except for Mingyu. She took some pictures of the group, and asked one of the staff members to take one of her with the group too. Then everyone started to get ready to embarking on the busses.

"Where is Mingyu?" Jeonghan asked, he just had a small Reunion with DK and Minghao about the logistics of the trip and was checking some stuff before they go.

"Have no idea." Vernon said, and no one seemed to know where he was.

"I'll go find him, Maybe he's in the bathroom." Wonwoo commented, and went looking for his friend.

Wonwoo looked for Mingyu through the restaurant, and the inside bathrooms, but couldn't find him, until he heard his voice on a back room. He got closer and heard he laughing and the moans, the he knew exactly what he was doing. He knocked on the door, calling for him.

"Mingyu, everyone is ready to go, we are just waiting for you." Wonwoo said inpatient.

It took just a few seconds till he opened the door and a flustered waitress to got out of the room, she was fixing her clothes and hair, and looked at Wonwoo full of embarrassment.

Mingyu on his turn was with a quirk grim on his face, looking really relaxed and satisfied.

"Dude." Wownoo said, shaking his head in disapproval.

"What?" Minguy said, pretending to be confused. "Can't I have some fun before hitting the road? C'mon, I don't even know when I'll get the chance to be with a pretty girl like this since we are going to a long trip."

"I guess there are waitress and maids on the road too." Wonwoo said, knowing his friend very well.

"Yeah... And there's always our new girl friends." Mingyu teased him.

"Dude, you need to stop saying thing like this." Wonwoo scolded him, but Mingyu didn't take it serious. "Now let's go, Jeonghan it's probably planning to kill us both by now."

Mingyu just laughed and followed his friend to the bus.

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"I guess there are waitress and maids on the road too." Wonwoo said, sounding annoyed.

"Yeah... And there's always our new girl friends." Mingyutetorted, his voice full of pride.

The conversation kept replaying on Dino's mind. He had overheard Wonwoo e Mingyu conversation when he came back to the restaurant to catch a bag he forgot. The other two didn't saw him, but he heard what they were tlking about Mya and Tea. Wonwoo looked really annoyed, bu t Mingyucouldn't care less about how disrespectful he was being.

"Hey, why are you so quiet and so serious?" Tea asked Dino, they had been on the road for at least half an hour by then and he looked lost in thoughts.

"Am I?" He asked, surprised by her question. She nodded, worried. "Sorry, I guess I'm just tired." He lied.

"Already?" She asked, worried.

"Yeah, I didn't sleep well last night, was to excited for today."

"You should take a nap then." Tea suggested. "I'll try to keep Jun quiet and distracted so you can sleep."

"It's okay, I'm not that tired yet." He said smiling.

"Want to play a game?" She asked.

"Sure." He said, trying to distract her from the fact he was s bit off.

"Fortunately..." She started and he smiled. "We are going to our first world tour."

"Unfortunately..." he retorted "It's not just the five of us. Still there's the other band."

"Fortunately they seem good guys." She argued.

"Unfortunately, I have to disagree."

"Fortunately, you will tell me why." She said, more like a suggestion.

"Unfortunately, I don't like then at all." Dino said.

"Why?" She asked. "You seemed like you were enjoying their company earlier today."

"That was strike one, two more and you out." He said, changing the subject back to the game. "Unfortunately, you weren't paying attention to the game." He started the second round.

"That's strike one for you, you should restart the game changing our places." She pointed out.

"My bad." He said, realizing his mistake. "Can I try again?" She nodded.

"Fortunately you are a good friend." He said.

"That's not fair, I don't know how to add an 'unfortunately' after this!" She sulked.

"Then that was strike two." He said, smiling like a naughty kid.

"Fortunately, I start the round now." She said.

"Unfortunately, you can't beat me." He Bragged.

"Fortunately I can still try."

"Unfortunately, for you, I'll still gonna win."

"That's not fair, you always cheats." She complained.

"That's not true, I just want to win at all costs, you shouldn't be so naive and believe I would play fair. Most people don't do so. Where is your competitiveness?"

"I'm competitive, I just like to win with honor." She pointed all.

"Yeah, I know that." He said. "Want to go another round?"

"Oh goddess, please, no." Mya said. "This game is super annoying."

"Oh come on?!" Tea protested.

"I'm with Mya on this one." Joshua said, he was sitting with his head throw back at the seat with sunglasses on, he looked like he was about to fall asleep.

"What about you Jun?" Tea asked.

"There are better games to play." He said, shrugging.

"Traitor." Dino said and Jun just shrugged again.

"Awn we are already fighting and it's been just day one." Mya said.

"We are not fighting, yet." Jun pointed.

"We are just bored." Dino said.

"Let's play a game then..." Tea suggested again.

"Sweetie, I love you but please, no.' Joshua said, Tea sulked at him . "We all should rest while we can."

"I have some cross words, wanna do together?" Jun asked her and saw he eyes glistening.

"Yes!" She exclaimed, moving to sit next to Jun.

"Can I join?" Dino asked and Jun nodded, then the three of the leaned by the newspaper to solve the crosswords, while Joshua tried to sleep and Mya was looking through the window to the bus who was just behind theirs, imagining what the passengers of it were doing.

******

"If you don't stop doing this I'll throw you out of the window." Seungkwan threatened Hoshi who was tapping with his drumsticks on the floor of the bus

"I'm bored." Hoshi said, he was sitting upside down on his seat, tapping the drumsticks on the floor.

"I'm not going to survive this." Seungkwan said. "It's been what? A few hours? And you are already testing my patience."

"What patience? I thought you didn't had this." Hoshi teased him.

"EXACTLY, THAT'S THE POINT!" Seungkwan exclaimed, mad.

"C'mon boys, that's enough, if you don't stop I'll throw both of you out of the window." Jeonghan said, making then finally stop.

Those two were the only ones trying to establish chaos. Vernon was sitting, whispering a melody, stuck on his own world, Wonwoo was by his side reading a book and Mingyu was taking a nap as Seungcheol was too busy talking to Jeonghan and DK about the plans for the tour.

"Isn't it weird that the Los Angles concerts are the last ones?" Seungcheol asked. "I mean... We are already here?"

"Not really." DK explained. "It's more to create anticipation and a vibe. The LA concerts are the bigger ones in audience, only loosing to the New York one, so we need to create this atmosphere for it. LA is High as Hope's home, so it needs to be special."

"Talking about NYC..." Vernon asked, getting on the conversation. "Are we really going to play at Madison Square Garden?"

"Yeah." DK said. He was supper excited about it.The band had performed in a lot of places, out and in the country, but that would be their first time on a stage that big, with such a huge crowd. "And it's practically sold out already, even though the show is only after the European Tour, months from here."

Vernon's eyes sparkled. The idea of playing at the most important arena of his home city was crazy, even just opening for another band. He couldn't wait for that.

"So... Do you think we would still be opening for the High as Hope till then?" Scoups asked.

"Yeah, I think so, you guys are good, and till then you will probably be working on your own album, would be a good promotion for you " DK guaranteed. "Well but I can't promise anything, those things are up to Jihoon. I just take care of the things on the road. And talking about it, we are getting close to our first stop for gas, I need to talk to the driver." he said, getting up and going to the front of the bus.

When the bus stopped at a gas station a few minutes latter, everyone was happy to get off the bus, some to go to the bathroom, others just to stretch the legs, other to look around at the convenience store.

"Lee Dokyeom, you have abandoned us." Mya said, when she left the bus.

"I would never." he said. "I'm going on you bus when we finish here."

"Too late, I no longer want your company, go with your new band. I don't need you anyways." He new she was just being dramatic, so she went after her when she got to the grocery store.

Tea was the last one to left their bus, Wonwoo who was silent leaning at the other bus notice her. She looked tired and sleepy as she took of her round sunglasses. She was wearing denim shorts, cowboy boots and a kimono over a super small blouse, a Walkman stuck on her shorts while she hummed the song coming from the earphones as she walked towards the grocery store. She looked so small and so fragile, she was so lean that she looked like she could be carried away by the breeze.

It was heart for Wonwoo to believe that was the girl who had a voice who could summon storms. That was how Tea was know, on the last year, hwile High as Hope was performing at a festival at New York, a storm took the field while she was singing a song about a storm. It was almost like a magical coincidence. and their faithful fans started to call her a force of nature herself.

That description didn't matched the girl in front of his eyes at all. She was beautiful, of course she was, but in a more delicate and fragile way.

Wonwoo wanted to talk to hear even before meeting her, the rumors and all the good thing Woozi and everyone from the studio and the label said about how Te was an amazing composer only made him wanting to meet her even more, but he didn't had the chance to have am actual conversation with the girl since the first day they were introduced to each other, so he decided to embrace his chance, even if it was going to be just for a few minutes, to try and talk to her now that she was alone.

He followed her to the back of the store, to the refrigerator, she was looking to the drink cans, choosing two different flavors of cold tea.

"I guess you stage name suits you." he said, getting closer to her.

"I'm sorry... what did you said?" she asked, taking of the earphones.

"I said you name really suits you." he repeated, signaling to the cans on her hand. "You drink a lot of tea."

She laughed.

"I guess you can say so." she said, shrugging. "Even though this is not as far as good as actual tea, but its what we have for now."

"I guess I'll choose something else to drink, I was thinking about trying one of these." he commented, pointing to the cans she was holding.

"I guess they are good if you are not British like me and are used to real tea." she commented. "Here, try this one." she handled him one of the cans, then opened the refrigerator to get another can. "Tell me latter if you liked it." She said with a big smile, heading to the cashier, stopping by a shelf full of candies, right beside Mingyu who was picking M&M's.

"Want something sweet?" Mingyu asked her with a flirtatious grim.

She didn't answered, just looked at the shelf and almost cried when she saw the red box with the small red packages with a rainbow on it.

"Oh my god, I can't believe it!" she exclaimed, almost dropping the cold tea cans trying to catch the packages of candy. "Dino, come her you wont believe me." she said, screaming ate the boy who was at the back of the store.

"What's wrong?" he came running, giving Mingyu a suspicious look.

"They have skittles." she said, showing him the candy. "Can you believe this?"

""For fucks sake woman, I thought you needed help or was in danger, ll this for those little bitches? You fucking scared me." he said, looking relieved.

"Dude..." Mingyu was staring at him, in complete shock. How could a little guy like him curse that much in such a small phrase. "You should talk like this in front of a girl."

"Tea is used to it, actually she curses a lot too." Dino said, and he thought about scolding him for his fake niceties in front of Tea when he was so disrespectful early that day when she wasn't around, but he didn't want her to be pissed, mainly cause she was so happy because of those fucking candies.

"What's the thing with those candies anyway?" Hoshi who was nearby asked, taking a package to analyze closely. "They look like M&M's."

"They are very different, to start with, they are not chocolate." Tea said. "They are fruit sweets, its so refreshing. I tried then for the first time in London when I was visiting my family. I thought we don't have it here on America."

"They started to import this a while a go." a young boy who worked on the stored pointed. "But it's not easy to find everywhere since is still a new thing. "

"How much for the box?" Tea asked, pointing to the candy.

"Are you really going to buy a whole box of skittles?" Joshua asked, surprised.

"Yes, I don't know when or where I'm going to find it again, its going to be a long trip." she got the box and went to the cashier.

#seventeen fanfic #70s au #rock band au #seventeen #kpop #fanfic #kpop fanfic #uhlatcha #ROCK WITH U #writing #masterlist #carat

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Permanent Love Part 1

“They’ll be here any minute, and when we tell them what we have planned it's gonna be a super rush. The girls and I wanna take Helen to shop tomorrow and visit the spa for nails and toes...and..."

"Baby, you can do this, take a deep breath," he runs his hand under your breast, "how's this feelin'?" You lay your head back on his shoulder, "It's good." He kisses down your neck and grinds his hips into your bum, "Show me again?"

"Harry! This’ll be the 5th time this morning!"

"Come on baby, wanna see my mark." You turn slightly and he pulls up your shirt to expose your newly inked skin. He leans forward and kisses the bee then traces his initials, "I love ya so much" he mumbles against your skin.

"Mmmm, Harry..." you moan as he works his way up to your nipple. He attaches his mouth and starts nibbling and the doorbell rings.

He sighs and leans his forehead to your collarbone. “Guess this’ll hafta wait,” he says pulling back and tugging your shirt down.

You sigh as his fingers graze your breast as he tugs your shirt down. “Ugh! If we just had 15 minutes…” you say, lip sticking out in a pout.

“Bu’ we don’, s’lets go,” he says, pulling away from you and going to the door and adjusting himself along the way. He was happy to see them, of course he was, but he’s cursing the timing. He smiles his most charming smile and opens the door to greet the Chapmans.

“Harry!” Helen gushes reaching for his face to kiss.

“Hey Helen, It’s nice ta see ya! Ya doin’ alrigh’?” he says as she kisses his cheeks.

“Harry.” Ron says shaking his hand and patting his back.

“How was ya flight?” Harry asks as he welcomes them into the foyer.

“It was beautiful,” Helen says looking around, “Where’s my sweet, sweet girl?”

“I’m here, I’m here,” you say coming into the room wiping your hands on a tea towel. Looking around you see your laptop is open to Hayley’s lingerie store, to a particularly, uh-hum, scandalous look, and you slap the top down quickly.

“Mwah, Mwah,” you kiss her cheeks and greet Ron with a hug.

Cal brings in their bags and nods as he backs out the door. “Thank Cal!” Harry hollars, “See ya tomorrow night, yeah?” Harry says with a smile. Cal has been invited to the surprise vow renewal you have planned for Ron and Helen. They’re here to celebrate their 45th anniversary and after Helen had casually told you and Harry they hadn’t really had a wedding ceremony all those years ago, you two had cooked up an opportunity for them to have a vow renewal ceremony out by the pool at sunset the day after the show. You and the girls had big plans for Helen including a new dress and some time at the spa and Harry had planned to take Ron out to get a new suit and visit Darren’s favorite cigar bar. Ron and Helen meant the world to you both, they took such good care of you at the pink cottage; it was time to give back to them, something special, something memorable and romantic. It was time for them to have not only a couple of nights at Harry’s, no, your’s and Harry’s (that will never feel normal) villa alone, but also time to give them a wedding ceremony for the books.

You let out a breath and squeeze Helen in a tight hug.

“I’ll take ya ta ya rooms an’ let ya settle in an’ then we can all go to a late lunch wi’ ma mum an’ her boyfriend, Darren. They’re anxious ta meet ya.”

“I’m so glad you’re both here,” you tell them squeezing their hands. “We’ve got some surprises planned,” you say, smiling slyly.

“Oh dear lord, we don’ need any surprises, love. We’re just happy ta be here wi’ you two an’ finally see Harry in action,” Helen tells you.

“I know but we wanted to. It’s your 45th anniversary and we want it to be special!” You tell them.

You follow along as Harry gives them a mini tour, enough that they’ll know their way around as Helen ooohhhhs and ahhhhhs.

“These are ya rooms. Hope ya’ll be comfortable here,” Harry says.

“It’s jus’ beautiful,” Helen says.

You can tell she’s overwhelmed.

“I’ll bring ya bags up. Let’s meet in tha living room at 1:30 pm. Sound good?”

They both nod and you and Harry go downstairs to get the bags. You lug them up the stairs and you both stop as you get to the door and you see Ron and Helen hugging. You look at each other and smile and then Harry knocks quietly on the door.

The Chapmans look over and smile. “Thank ya.”

You both beam back at them as Harry pulls the door shut.

He grabs your hand and pulls you to your bedroom. “We’ve got some time…time ta finish wha’ we started in tha kitchen,” he says, nuzzling his nose on yours.

“I’d like that,” you say smiling as he presses his lips to yours.

Up the stairs you make it to your room, “Mmmm, Harry…” you moan as he devours your lips.

His mouth opens against your lips, “Fuck, open, Jezebel, lemme in,” he growls against your mouth as his arms skate around your back and down to your bum. “Mmm, fuckin’ wan’ ya, love.”

“Har…Har-ry…s..s.. slll…slow down, ya just had me….. ugh, god that feels good,” you half moan, half slur throwing you head back panting as he closes the door.

“Yeah, ‘m abou’ ta make ya feel real good,” he says stripping your shirt from you. “Off…off..” he says pushing down your shorts. “Wan’ ‘em off,” he says whispering in your ear. “I wan’ ya naked,” he says pulling back long enough to look at your expression. “Tha’ ok, Jezebel?”

You nod, licking your lips, panting with furrowed brows, “Yeah,” you mutter closing your eyes and rolling you head back while he noses your neck. You rip at his shirt frantically to get it off and then work your hands into his waistband, tearing at the button and zipper. All the while he strips your t-shirt up and you wiggle your body to help it slip over your head. Both of your hands reach for your waistband, pushing your shorts and panties down in one sweep. You kick your shorts to the side while you push at his waistband, his shorts fall on their own and then you hook your thumbs to peal his briefs off, his hard cock standing stiff to the side. You grab it feeling the warm pearls of cum on his tip. “You want me, Harry?”

“In way’s I can’ describe,” he starts just as you fall to your knees.

Your eyes glaze over, your reasonable self, the you that says you should do more to entertain your guests, leaves and the needy, horny, seemingly sex-starved, craving woman takes over, “Wanna suck you off Harry…d’ya wanna cum in my mouth or want me to fuck ya with my mouth and let you finish in my pussy?”

“Jesus Christ, swee’heart, I don’ care… wha’ d’ya want?” he says panting heavily as you fall to the ground.

“I want this cock in my mouth, but I want your cum inside me, please…” you beg kissing the bee he just had inked on his hip. You can’t help the words that fall from you lips, “Honey…”

“Wha’ love, wha’?”

“No honey, my honey, but you have honey too, want your honey to fill me up,” you say kissing his shaft.

“Fuck,” he mutters through a clenched jaw as you feel the blood surge through the viens on his cock.

“Mmmm,” you moan taking him into your mouth. You try to be gentle, but the time for teasing is gone, you want to feel his hardness in your mouth, to know the sensation of his steel erection on your tongue. He’s losing control slowly, steadily…and you’re intent on pushing him there…that point where he leaves all decorum aside and just wants to take, take…from you, his safe place, the place he can let go…a place only you can provide for him.

You suck hard, hollowing your cheek and using your hands to take what you can’t fit in your mouth. Focused on your job you’ve closed your eyes, dedication and commitment on your face, dedicated to pushing him, committed to making this good for him. “Baby, look at me.” He asks causing you to flutter your eyes open. You pop off and jack him with your fists to make sure the he doesn’t lose the sensation. You pout your lips out looking directly in his eyes and kiss the tip of his cock while he watches.

“No!” he says, grabbing your by your arms and pulling you up. “No, don’ make me cum, Jezebel, get up on the bed, an’ do it now.”

You turn to crawl up on the bed, and he grabs your ankle, pulling you back, then he leans over you on the bed to whisper in your ear, “Stop! Fo’ fuck’s sake, stop, right there, stay like tha’, God dammit. Why do ya have ta push me…hmmm? Push me an’ then crawl away, flashin’ this wetness,” he says running his hand through your wet pussy from behind. “Ya know I wan’ this, ya gon’ ‘ave ta be quiet or they’ll hear. Can ya let me fuck ya an’ ya be quiet?”

You nod, panting and swallowing, your mouth watering. You’re beyond ready to fuck your man, ready for him to push in and pound.

You still and widen your legs, as he sits on his knees between your legs, his hands on your bum cheeks. He spreads you wide, pushing your chest down toward the bed. “Still wi’ me?” he asks checking on you. The gesture just turns you on more. He never fucks you like this without checking to make sure you’re with him all the way. This time you’re more than ready to be taken…to the edge.

“Yes!” you whisper-shout over your shoulder, you body trembling with desire.

“Oh, ma love,” he says slowly, his accent much thicker than usual, dripping with arousal, slurred with desire as he scratches his nails down your back.

You bow your back and shiver into his touch like a cat being petted for the first time.

“H, I…I’m wet…” you whisper pushing your hips out trying to show him how ready you are, “Please,” you plead.

He leans down and kisses the dimples above your bum and then down to your slick core. “Mmm… ma Jezebel…” he says placing an open mouth kiss on your swollen wide open lips.

He pulls back with a smack of his lips, licks them and then wipes the back of his hand on across his mouth.

“Got me all sticky, Jezebel.”

“Don’t make me wait any longer, please H, inside me, get inside me, I’m hurting, I’m aching…”

He smirks, “Yeah, where’s it hurt, love, ya wan’ me ta kiss it better or fuck it better?”

“Fuck me…fuck me please!” you whimper on a sob dropping your head down feeling tears fill your eyes.

“I’m here, baby…Shhh, I’m never gonna leave ya,” he says positioning his cock at your drippy hole. “Here, feel tha’, see, ’m here…no’ gonna leave ya emp-ty…” on the last syllable he pushes in and then keeps pushing forward until he bottoms out deep inside you.

“AHHHH…,” you turn your head into the mattress to muffle your own noises, “mmmm,” you moan into the duvet feeling your hot breath penetrate the fabric and spread onto your face, just like the hot warmth you feel in your body as he penetrates you.

“Jesus Christ, baby, ya ok?” he says softly.

“Go, just go, Harry, go!” you murmur against the fabric.

“Shh, hold on, here we go,” he says pulling out and pushing back in. “S’ gonna be fast, babe…”

“Just go…,” you plead ready for the intensity, praying to god Ron and Helen have no clue.

“Mhmph, Mhmph, Mhmph,” he pumps three times, “Jesus, come on, Jezebel, gotta come wi’ me, s’ fast, Mhmph, so fast..”

“There, H, ri….ght there…don’t stop, don’t stop…I can’t stop it, I can’t stop it…”

“S’ok baby, come on, let it go, don’ stop it, let it go…”

Your hands twist and pull up the duvet…pull it to your mouth to stop the scream, but goddamn his cock feels so good.

“Jesus, jesus…” he says through gritted teeth just before he goes stiff, head thrown back, grimace on his beautiful face…only to relax into a look of bliss. He leans forward to kiss your spine just below your rib cage.

“My god, Jezebel,” he says draped over your body, both panting, “Are ya ok?”

You hum..a moan/hum after every exhale.

“Babe, ya ok?”

You giggle slightly, and hum again.

“Aww, love, come on, let’s get ya cleaned up, ya can’t stay in lovespace… god damn I wish ya could…Fuck!” he says shaking his head and kissing your shoulders, “Love it like this, but we gotta show up tanight, come on, baby,” he says turing you over and kissing your cheeks. “Gotta come back, angel…yeah… therrrrre ya are…love ya, God I love ya.”

“I love you too. S’it good?”

“Jesus Fuckin’ Christ love, was incredible….”

You sit quickly, “Helen! Oh my god, they’re here!”

He chuckles, “Umm, think they’re occupied, but, yeah, we need ta tell them abou’ our surprise.”

“My god Harry was I loud?” you say blushing furiously.

“Nah, I think we were quiet enough,” he says chuckling as he moves toward the en-suite. He warms a washcloth under the faucet and comes back to tenderly clean you. The way he places the cloth on his fingers then looks into your eyes while he washes the cum from both of you away. The intimacy of that act, something heart-felt and indescribable…secret, a moment you could never get enough of.

He tosses the washcloth in the laundry hamper, then helps you sit up next to him. “As much as I wan’ ta cuddle ya, we’ve got guests, VIP guests, an’ I know ya wouldn’t miss sharing this surprise fo’ anythin’. Can I get a raincheck fo’ takin care of ya when ya like tha’ next time?”

You nod a bit bashfully.

“Yeah? Promise?” he says lifting your chin to angle his mouth over yours, “Love ya…love fuckin’ ya…love fuckin’ ya into our special place, mmmm”

“You better stop mister, or we’ll never make it outta this room…” you pull back, “ I think you should leave first,” you whisper like a teenager caught in your room with the door shut.

He actually snorts in laughter, “Don’ think we need ta worry abou’ tha’…pretty sure they know we fuck…” He chuckles again. “They know how we fuck too…they made our pink room…”

You smack him, “Harry!”

“Wha’!?”

You take a moment to think about it, “Well…” you say with a indignate chin, “I mean, we’ve never done that with them in the same house, an…an…and, oh my god, how rude are we!”

He finally convinces you to shake it off and you follow a very confident walking Harry out of the room on your tip toes only to find their room door still shut.

He turns to waggle his brows at you as you both work your way down the stairs toward the kitchen. You’ve only a couple of hours left before you have to show at the venue. Looking at your watch you begin to start the usual time countdown.

“You think they will be here in…” you begin just as Ron and Helen make their way down the stairs. You catch Ron grabbing Helen’s bottom and squeezing and her reaction simple a swat and a smile and Ron winking at her.

“We’re all unpacked,” Helen announces as they make their way to the kitchen, Ron with a smirky grin on his face, one that Harry recognizes quickly. “Thank ya fo’ lettin’ us stay a few nights, it’s such a nice celebration fo’ us. We haven’t had an opportunity ta travel, ta visit such beautiful places, this is such a treat. Thank you!”

You smile and your eyes well with tears. You feel so lucky to have found the Chapmans and so thrilled that you could do something nice for them.

Harry drapes his arm on your shoulder and you wrap yours around his waist and lean your head on his chest. He can tell your feeling emotional. “Listen, uh…we’re s’glad ya here an’ agreed ta share ya special day wi’ us.” He looks down at you and smiles before meeting their eyes again. “Ya mean a lot ta us an’ we wanted ta do somethin’ special fo’ ya. We, uh, well…we wan’ ta throw ya a vow renewal ceremony. We know ya didn’t have a big wedding 45 years ago an’ everyone deserves ta have a special day. It’s all set ta happen on Wednesday. We’re leavin’ on Thursday mornin’ an’ ya can stay here as long as ya wan’.”

Ron and Helen are gaping at you, mouths open, looking back and forth from you and each other. Helen finds her voice first, her hands going to get mouth. “Oh ma lord…I don’ know wha’ ta say! We never expected this…a wedding? A real wedding?”

You both nod, smiling.

“Oh Ron!” She exclaims hugging him to her. She pulls away from Ron and rushes to you and throws her arms around you. “Thank you,” she says against your ear. “My sweet, sweet girl.” She pulls back, cupping your face. She moves to hug Harry and squeeze him tight. Ron is still standing stock still, eyes glazed over with tears. He knows how important this is to Helen and he’s overwhelmed with gratitude.

You notice and take three steps and wrap your arms around him. You gasp as he squeezes you so tight you almost can’t breathe and then you hear a strangled cry and he’s sobbing.

Helen pulls away from Harry and comes over to hug you both.

Just then the doorbell rings and Harry quietly says “excuse me” as he goes to open the door.

“Hi baby,” Anne says as she comes in, Darren following her, shaking his hand.

“Hi mum, Darren,” he says. “Everyone’s in the kitchen.”

Anne and Darren follow him to the kitchen and see you surrounded by the Chapmans.

Helen pulls back and wipes her eyes as she notices the new arrivals.

You pull back from Ron and he kisses your cheeks and wipes your eyes.

“Ron, Helen, I’d like ta introduce ma mum, Anne, an’ her boyfriend, Darren.”

Anne steps forward to shake their hands and Darren follows her lead. “I hope we didn’t come at a bad time,” Anne says.

“Uh, no! Not at t’all. We jus’ found out abou’ our lovely vow renewal surprise is all.” Helen says.

“Oh, well yes! We’re all so excited for you both,” Anne says smiling that smile that’s so like Harry’s it’s almost disconcerting.

You watch as Helen looks back and forth between mother and son.

Harry looks down at his watch and rubs his hands together. “Should we get goin’?”

Everyone nods and then you’re all piling into the extra large SUV and heading to the private restaurant you’d booked for dinner.

You twirl your cacio e Pepe on your fork and laugh at a story Anne is telling about Harry. You’re so pleased that everyone is getting along so well. You take a bite of pasta and smile as Harry leans over to kiss your temple.

After a delicious meal, Harry heads to the venue and you go back to the villa for a couple of hours with everyone else. Cal comes to pick you all up at 8:00 pm and you’re walking through the back doors of the venue by 8:20 pm and you lead your little group to the chairs at the side of the stage right in front of the pit.

Helen’s foot is shaking nervously she’s so excited for the show to start. When he finally comes on stage to thunderous applause, her eyes are like saucers.

By the time Golden starts, Ron and Helen are on their feet clapping along with everyone else. It was a great show, and as the last chords of Kiwi die down and Harry runs off the stage, Helen turns to you and hugs you tightly. “He’s amazing. Oh, my sweet girl. He’s amazing! Thank you!”

You hug her back. “You’re welcome.”

On the drive home, Helen couldn’t help having a few fangirling moment’s, the way she bonded with Anne was truly a beautiful thing to watch.

You and Harry are snoodled in the up on the side of the bench seat in the limo and you can tell he’s tired.

“Honey, was a good show? You ok?” you say into the top of his head that’s rested on your shoulder.

“Yeah, just tired.”

“As soon as we get back…” you start to whisper.

“No, home, soon as we get home, ‘s our home here” he mumbles.

You smile with a lump in your throat, “Yeah, as soon as we ge home, you can rest, yeah?”

All the while Helen, Ron and Anne and Darren are talking, getting to know each other, happy to be together. That makes you feel a certain comfort you can’t explain, seeing them happily sharing a moment, while you and Harry rest with each other. To be honest you’re feeling some fleeting moments of wondering what this night would’ve been like if you were with your mum…would she be as happy as Helen…? Would she love Anne as much as you do…? You feel a longing for her…your mum…but you shove it back into your mind, something about her memory is too much for you to visualize. You shake your head…why is your mind going there… it’s old, old news…why does it hurt to think of her?...Shove, shove, shove the memories…today is about comforting Harry, planning for Ron and Helen, celebrating their love… not time for old memories.

Arriving at the villa, Anne and Darren and Ron and Helen make their way to their rooms. As much as you love the plans you have for Ron and Helen, the planning is last minute. It’s only going to be possible because you’re able to pull strings. Thankfully there’ll be a rack of dress options for Helen available at the spa…Anima e Corpo had been recommended so it was shut down for next day to make a home call for Helen’s special day. Torina Suits would be fitting Ron, and the boys had their bachelor plans for the morning. Although it was a small moment, you still had last minute messages from the caterer and florist, not to mention the priest, to respond to.

While Harry was in a hot shower, the ice baths he did at the venue were his sworn cure, but a nice hot shower after was a deep relaxation he loved so much. You brushed your hair out, washed your face and did your nightly routine, you opted for a “treat people with kindness” tank top and a comfy pair of white cotton panties as you crawled in bed. Planning to do a little work for Ron and Helen’s ceremony the next day, you settled with your laptop.

Harry, wrapped in a towel, has answered a few messages when he turns to see you tucked up with the laptop to do some work.

“Nahh, babes, please… let it be, yeah?” he says crawling in bed. “’M so tired, jus’ wanna sleep…”

“Oomph” you puff as he crawls over and lays his head on your tummy.

“Stop…jus’…babe…can we jus’… sleep, please?” he says wrapping his arms around your bum. “Take…take these off, wanna feel ya.” He pulls at the waistband of your panties insistently, pulling them off your body. The entire time he’s smoothing his hands over your skin, “Yeah, jus’ like tha’… wanna feel ya…”

Sooner rather than later, you pushed your laptop to the side and he’s pulls you down to him, one hand cupping the breast where your new ink is, the other on your hip bone, pulling you close to his pelvis.

“Just wanna sleep…baby, we’ll figure out the rest in the morning, yeah?”

You sigh and snuggle back into him and he slides his leg in between yours. “Ok, baby.”

“Jus’ wanna be close ta ya,” he says, lips pressing kisses against your neck.

You turn your head and he kisses your lips softly. “Go to sleep baby. I’m right here,” you tell him, your hand covering his on your skin and close your eyes allowing yourself to drift off. The last thing you remember is a picture of your mum and dad that was in your childhood home.

The beautiful Italian sun shines through the bedroom window. Once again you both forgot to close the darkening curtains. He lays tangled within himself, you behind him the big spoon to his little one. Your mind races with the day's activities. You need to make sure the florist is here in time to set up and the caterer got the meal and cake just right.

You untangle yourself, sit up crossing your legs, and grab your phone from the nightstand. Harry stirs as you flip through your messages, and rolls over moving his hand to rest on the thigh of your crossed legs almost as if he has to touch you even in his sleep.

You smile down at him and then move back to your messages. Everyone is confirmed for the spa and is expected to be at the villa at 10 am. You puff out a sigh of relief. You grab your laptop and pull it onto your lap in an attempt to contact the Royal Palace caterer and florist and the photographer. Oh! And you need to make sure that Lambert has all of the girls’ dresses and the guys have suits. There’s so much to do! You’ve just finished sending off a message when Harry wakes up. He raises the hand on your leg and rubs it down his face.

You look down at the sight before you…his long lean body, tan skin against the crisp white sheets, arm muscles flexing as he rubs his face and back through his hair. Jesus…is this real life? Do I actually get to wake up to this? You think shaking your head.

He pulls his eyes to yours and smiles.

“You sleep good baby?” You ask him, your hand running through his curls.

“Yeah. Had ma Jezebel wi’ me, s’ yeah,” he says in his raspy morning voice.

“Wha’re ya doin, love?”

“Oh honey, I need to contact the Royal Palace caterer, and the florist...got so much to do..." you tell him softly.

“Can’ we get someone ta do tha’?"

“No because we decided to do this ourselves, remember? And you gave Luis the week off, remember?”

He sighs.

“Besides, H, I really want us to do this for them. They mean a lot to me.”

He pulls up to his elbows, hands rubbing down his face. “Look s’beautiful sittin’ there.”

"No, sir, don't start lookin' a me like that..."

“Like wha’? Lemma see wha’ ya workin' on," he says pulling the laptop towards him, only to roll over with it and set it on the bedside table.

“Harry, honestly! I have to do..." you break into giggles as he tickles your side. "Stop! Stop!!" you say giggling.

He goes still.

“What?" You ask, “you ok?"

“Yeah, baby, ‘m perfect, ya perfect...s’proud of ya...an’ lemme say, those glasses...bookworm Jezebel in ma bed,” he says and stops to place kisses on your thigh, "smell s’good..."

Smiling, you reach to take your glasses off.

“No, Jezebel, leave 'em..." he says pushing up onto his elbows fingering the bottom of the tank top that’s ridden up to your waist leaving you bare from the waist down. His large hands push your tank up over your tummy and up past your breasts. He moves in front of you and slowly pulls the tank top off, pushing you onto your back. His hands slide to your knees and he pushes your legs up but still keeping them crisscrossed and licks a stripe up your slit causing you to cry out. He meets your eyes through the little space through your legs. “Gotta be quiet , baby. Wanna eat ma honey bu’ we have company,” he says, smirking as he bends his head to you again, maintaining eye contact. He pulls back. “Baby show me ma bee...s'it feeling better...or s'it still a little sore? Show me."

You pull your breast up and run your fingers over your ink. “No, it feels good.”

“Still can’ believe ya did tha’ fo’ me.”

You blush. “I’m yours, baby.”

He groans. “Gonna eat ma honey now,” he says as he moves his hands to your crossed legs and he pushes them up and licks a hard stripe up your slit.

Your head falls back and you bite the back of your hand to stifle your noises.

“Eyes on me, Jezebel. Wan’ ya ta watch.”

You pull your eyes back to his, looking through your legs to see his face.

He suctions his mouth to your clit, tongue fluttering against your nerves and you’re already panting. When he moves his other hand to your dripping entrance and slides his middle and ring finger in, curling them to your hit your spot, your back arches and you whisper shout out his name.

He pops off. “Cum fo’ me. Wan’ ma honey, Jezebel.”

You feel another gush of wetness at his words.

He suctions back onto your clit, fingers rhythmically moving against your spot.

You can feel your orgasm coiling in your belly and you watch as he looks up at you from under his lashes. You can see the lust and desire in his eyes.

He moves his fingers against your spot a little harder and that’s what pushes you over.

“I…ahhhh…mmm…cumming!” Your back arches as you cum for him, your walls pulsing hard around his fingers, your hands fisting the sheets.

“Tha’s my girl…wan’ ya so much,” he mutters scrambling up to place both knees on either side close to your bum. He slides his hand down your crossed leg to hold your ankle. “Ya ok like this?” he asks thumb rubbing across the top of your foot.

You look down at your crisscrossed legs bent forward on your tummy, the back of your thighs and legs tucked against his lower abdomen. You can feel his cock nestled against the lips of your wet cunt. You look up at him, nod and pant out, “Yeah, it’s good, can ya get inside like this?”

He smirks a smile with a deep dimple. “Oh yeah, love… can take ya jus’ fine this way,” he says looking down to where his cock rests. His eyes find yours, “Ready?”

You smile and pull off your readers tossing them to the side, “Please….”

He pulls back slightly lining up his cock, meeting your eyes, “Love ya s’much,” then leans forward slowly thrusting in pushing your crossed and folded legs forward as he braces one hand on the bed and the other against the headboard.

The way his weight is resting on you creates an amazing angle and puts him deep, deep inside you. You push your head back into the pillow, eyes squeezed tightly as a sharp inhale and exhale leaves your body.

“Fuckin’ love tha’….never gets old…tha’ first push in…you’re special purr…s’all fo’ me, innit?”

You bite the back of your hand and nod vigorously unable to speak a word at the moment.

“’M so deep, s’it feel ok, Jezebel?”

“Oh my god, yes, H.” you let out a soft, yet high-pitched squeal. “Feels amazing,” you groan out cupping your breasts and brushing your thumbs over your hard nipples.

“Mmmm, yeah… nipples are so hard, those are my tits, baby, pinch ‘em like I do.” He leans down to place a kiss to your lips, his arm stretched as it’s perched on the velvet headboard for leverage. Against your lips, “pinch ‘em hard, pretend its my teeth while I fuck ya.” He pulls out just slightly and pushes in deep and swivels his hips like he’s tryna grind his fuck into you. He does it again and again. His tummy pressing into your folded legs between you. This isn’t a pounding style fuck, more like a deep, grinding fuck you can feel deep in your soul. His pelvic bone and pubic hair are stimulating your clit and the ridges of his cock are sliding against your g-spot. His spot. God, you love that he claimed the most intimate parts of your body for himself. He might as well, god knows he owns you body.

You cry out against his lips, “Shh, Jezebel, gotta be quiet, we have a house fullof guests.”

“I know, I know,” you pant out, “Tryna be…it’s just…it’s just….”

“S’good like this, hmm? Can feel ya clampin’ down on me…oh baby, please tell me ya gon’ cum like this…fuck!” His balls are drawing up…he’s not gonna be able to hold on much longer. “Touch yourself, show me….”

Maintaining eye contact, you reach down through the opening between your crossed legs and first, place your palm on his pelvis. Your palm feels the taunt area just above his cock, so much blood rushed to the area it’s hard and even harder as you feel the base of his cock against the side of your thumb. He pulls out slightly between your positioned thumb and fingers. “So hard, Harry…” you whisper.

He looks down to where your hand is, “Yeah, m’hard an’ ya so wet,” he says pushing in deep catching your fingers as he swivels and grinds.

You raise your head to look down, “Got me spread wide open…Ah-ha-hahh! Right there! Yes! Right there!”

“Darlin’…Shhh! Aww Fuck It!” he says in a I-give-up tone. “I can’t…I can’t hold on…gonna cum…AHH! With me…cum with me!

“Har-ry…” you whisper shout against the back of your hand as the orgasm overtakes your body. You’re so wound up and his hand on your ankle is a now a grip as your toes curl with the contractions that come in waves. You’ve bit your bottom lip so hard you think you might draw blood. Looking at his face contorted in such absolute pleasure makes the orgasm just go on longer.

His hair is flopped down into his eye, he’s stiff and shaking with your contractions. “OH. MY. GOD. Baby…” he’s trying to catch his breath. “Jesus, Jezebel…” he murmurs falling forward curled over your crossed legs.

You groan slightly at his weight. “Hang on angel,” he says finding the strength to pull back just a little. His hand is still pushed against the headboard and you can’t help but admire the flex of his bicep and the beauty of his underarm, you lean up and kiss his tricep. He pulls back and sits on his knees, holding your legs up on your tummy. He looks up at you as he slowly pulls out. “Good?”

You nod with a soft smile.

“Show me it…push it out.”

You put your hand down to touch the side of his thigh and whisper, “Jesus H, you’re so filthy.” He nods as you push your mixed cum from your body feeling it drip down.

He catches it with is finger and pushes it back inside you, only to have small dribbles leak out. He’s in a trance like state looking at it and unconsciously runs a finger tip up from your bottom across your tight rosette to your wet pussy. The sensation causes startles you, causing you to flex. Harry rolls his eyes up to you and he cocks his head to one side. “Good…or…no?”

“Unexpected…” you whisper, “But…better than I expected…”

“Fuckin’ love seein’ our cum in ya…,” he says unfolding your legs and settling between them, down on his elbows, his thumbs rubbing your jaw.

He holds your stare, searching your eyes and opens his mouth, then closes it again, letting out an exhale.

“What, honey?” you ask sensing he’s got something on his mind.

“Have you ever…down there…,” he says pulling his head back, taking a deep breath.

“No… I mean, this guy I went out with in year two of Uni, tried slipping down there a couple of times, like I wouldn’t notice or something,” you say rolling your eyes.

“Fuckin’ bastard, motherfucker…!” He says frustratedly and buries his head in your neck. “God! Dammit!” he huffs out a breath.

“Was it tha’ fucker, ya brought ta Mum’s on Boxing Day…swear ta Christ…”

You run your hand down his back and chuckle, “It’s fine, Harry, he didn’t…hey, look at me,” you demand pushing his head up with your shoulder. “I mean, have you?”

He shakes his head, “No…no’ at all.”

“Does that interest you?” you ask in return.

“I mean, wha’ d’ya think abou’ it?”

“I don’t think I wanna be penetrated with your monster down there, but I’m curious about the feeling…it’s more sensitive than I thought it would be.” He closes his eyes, “Harry, talk to me, what’s on your mind?”

“When we were in Amsterdam an’ we met back wi’ you and Sarah at tha’ shop, they had this little chrome…ya know, plug… with a heart shaped base an’,” he buries his head back into your neck, but you push him back to meet your eyes, “jus’ wondered wha’ it would feel like fo’ us ta fuck…wi’ it there.”

“I mean…I’m not opposed to it, you’ve always been gentle with me, H… so tender and I trust you with my body…trust you with our play…with our sex. I love you, I love what we do in bed.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, don’t think I wanna fuck that way, I mean I dunno, but I…” you look to the side shyly.

He turns his head at an awkward angle so he can meet your eyes, “No, Jezebel, don’ go shy on me, not abou’ this, yeah?”

“I…I…I can’t say I’m not I’m curious about it, do you think that makes me…”

“Doesn’t make ya anythin’, darlin’. ‘Cept mine… makes ya mine, mine ta share these thin’s wi’, yeah? An’ we can go slow, promise I’ll be gentle…”

You stare hard into his eyes, “I don’t worry about you hurting me, OK…,” you lean up to capture his lips, “I love what we do and I love tha’ it’s always special and it’s ours…s’ours and no one elses.”

“I’m so in love wi’ ya, know tha’?”

“I know, honey. Wanna stay in bed with you all day right now… soo wanna make love all day…” you whisper as he kisses your neck and shoulder, “But we gotta finish planning this ceremony.”

He jerks his head back. “Yeah, we have a wedding ceremony to plan…an’ god knows I wanna get better at tha’,” he deadpans staring deep.

You return his stare slightly perplexed, but brushing off his innuendo as something you’re reading into, “Yeah, we should finish up.”

He cleans you up and you task him with contacting Lambert and the photographer while you deal with the hotel caterer and florist. After forty-five minutes of back and forth and a near disaster with the cake, everything is confirmed for 6:00 pm and you both let out a relieved puff of air.

“Tha’ was fuckin’ stressful,” he says as he tosses his phone to the end of the bed.

You nod. “An’ this was a small do…I can’t even imagine wha’ it’s like planning a big do!”

He bites his lip. “Would ya wanna do it or would ya get a event planner?”

You’re distracted on the laptop because you’re responding to a follow up question from the caterer. “I’d like to be involved but not down in the weeds. It’s too much!”

He nods thoughtfully. “Jus’ know tha’ when it’s our turn ta plan a wedding, I’ll help ya in whatever way ya need me ta.”

You’re still responding to the caterer and aren’t sure you heard that right. “Wait…what? What wedding?”

He laughs his breathy little laugh and grabs your phone so you’re not distracted. “Ours. When we do this, I’ll help ya as much as ya wan’ me ta. I’ll hire as many people as we need. I’ll,” he gulps, “I’ll do whatever I can ta make sure ya not stressed an’ tha’ we have everythin’ we wan’.”

Tears well in your eyes. “Really?”

He moves so he’s in front of you and pulls you in his arms. “Really.”

“I love you.”

He kisses your ear. “Love ya too. We should get ready. Everyone’ll be here in a bit,” he says, getting up and pulling you with him.

“Ok,” you say as a tear slides down your face.

You put comfy clothes on and skip hair and makeup since you’re getting that done and head downstairs to the kitchen and put on the kettle and the coffee. You’ve just put the toast in the toaster when Ron and Helen step in the room with Harry right behind them.

“Guess who I found in the hallway?” Harry says giggling and pointing to the Chapmans.

“Hmmmm…imagine that,” you say giggling. “Who wants tea?”

“I’d like tea. Ron would prefer coffee,” Helen says.

“Coming right up. Toast ok?” You ask them and they all nod.

“I’m so sorry…good morning you two!” You say moving around the counter to kiss them both.

They both chuckle and kiss your cheeks.

“Sit down and I’ll bring everything over,” you tell them.

Harry just smiles as he moves to the counter and takes the coffee pot and creamer from your hands and bringing it to the table. You place four mugs on the table and he grabs two of them while you put tea bags in the other two and pour the boiling water.

He slips behind you and grabs the toast and plates bringing them to the table.

You smile. “Thank you,” you tell him as he grabs the butter dish and you move to the table with the tea.

You place your hands together at the table, and lean forward, excited to talk to them about the day’s activities. “So, I realize it’s just your first day here, but we have a kinda busy schedule planned in order to get ready for your renewal ceremony tonight. Luckily, we have the courtyard of the Royal Palace reserved and the staff there have been amazing to get everything taken care of,” you smile and lean in further with excitement, “They have a Michelin star chef who has prepared a menu with a beef, chicken and fish option and a homemade pasta with different sauces to choose from. The pastry chef is making you a beautiful cake, and they have a florist they do business with who will get the tables and trees dressed with flowers and ivy and little twinkle lights.” You glance over to Harry who is looking at you with sweetest smile, dimple on full display. You reach up and rub your chin thinking maybe you have toast crumbs or butter or something there. “What?” you ask with a smile.

He slips his hand onto your thigh and rubs slightly, “Nothing…ya jus’ cute s’all.”

You look up and Ron is smirking as he slides his arm across the back of Helen’s chair. Helen looks over at him and smiles. “I can’t believe you two are doing this for us, it’s so special,” she says not taking her eyes off her lover of forty-five years. “Oh, Ronnie, an Italian wedding…,” she says a little overwhelmed.

Ron just rubs his hand across her neck, “I know, baby, it’s pretty amazing.”

“The sun should be going down about the time you say, ‘I do’, so it we have candles planned to keep the light and then we can all sit down for a nice meal together and then some dancing,” you clap your hands, “I love a great party! And I cannot imagine celebrating two more deserving people. We love you both so much,” you say glassy eyed. “Ok no crying yet,” you say shaking your head. “We, Miss Helen, have a spa visit to get to and, you, Mr. Ron, need to get a suit.”

“As long as Harry doesn’t pick it out, I’m fine with getting a suit.” Ron deadpans.

You all look at each other and burst into laughter.

In a flurry of people and cars, you’re finally on your way to the spa with Harry and the men folk heading to get a suit and a stop at the cigar bar.

You’ve been massaged, wrapped in clay, had a facial, nails and toes done and a light lunch has been served and eaten. After everyone’s through you tell Helen, “I have one final surprise for you before we meet up with the boys.”

Helen’s eyes well up with tears. “You’ve done s’much already, my sweet girl. I don’ know how much else there is ta do!”

You smile and lean over to hug her. “You can’t get married without a wedding dress,” you say as Ny wheels in a rack of gowns.

Helen’s hands fly to her mouth and she looks at you, eyes wide in shock.

You grab her hand. “C’mon, let’s pick your wedding dress!”

She follows you to the rack and you can tell she’s still gobsmacked.

You pull out each gown and show it to her.

Her hands are shaking as she fingers the material of each gown.

You get to the end of the selections, “what do you think?”

“I…uh…they’re all s’beautiful, I don’ know,” Helen says, overwhelmed.

You smile softly. “I know this is a lot, but just try and focus and pick the one you like best and we’ll try it on.”

“Ok,” she says squeezing your hand. She goes back through the dresses and stops in the middle of the rack, pulling out a beautiful antique white all lace dress with sheer sleeves and a beautiful train. The skirt flares at the bottom in a very subtle mermaid shape ad there’s a gorgeous jeweled belt that cinches the waist.

“It’s beautiful, Helen. Let’s go over here and we’ll try it on.”

The spa set up a changing room with a bridal pedestal and a three way mirror for you.

Helen gets undressed and you help her into the dress and zip it up.

“Close your eyes,” you tell her. You grab the veil from the hook on the wall, gently tuck the veil on the back of her head, and wave frantically in the doorway for all of the girls to come and see. You smile. “Open your eyes.”

You watch as she opens her eyes and you both look at her reflection.

Her hands fly to her mouth again and tears roll down her cheeks.

Anne grabs a tissue and gives it to you and you hand it to Helen quickly.

She wipes her eyes and looks from the mirror back to you.

“You look so beautiful. A perfect bride.” All the girls nod behind you.

“Wha’ did I ever do ta deserve ya?” Helen says, kissing both of your cheeks. “Thank you, my sweet girl. Never though’ I’d have a daughter at this stage of my life bu’ here ya are.”

You hug her and pull back and grab her and Anne’s hands squeezing them tightly. “I couldn’t ask for two better surrogate mothers.”

“This is the dress. It’s more than I ever could’ve hoped fo’,” Helen says. She kisses your cheeks again. “Someday you’ll tell me abou’ your parents, won’ ya?”

Tears stream down your face. “I will. One day. Promise.”

#permanent love part 1 #original content #harry smut #harry styles smut #harry styles fanfiction #friends to lovers

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belphies-cuhm-sluht · 4 years ago

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Hello! I saw your asks open and i wanted to request some angst headcanons with dad!Asmo. I just read Luci's and oh man that sure hurt my heart, you write angst so well!

Unwanted (Dad!Asmo x F!Reader) ANGST

A/N : Mammon plays a really big part in this, just as Beel played a big role in the dad!Lucifer fic. It's never hinted whether they're together or not, it's kind of up to the imagination... but if you'd like, I can write a part two to this??? (I will also, to anyone who might want it, write a part two to the dad!Lucifer fic)

Word Count : 2.3K Warnings : pregnancy ; children ; maternity ; babies ; hinted abortion ; angst ;

He never wanted children, he didn’t want anything that would actually tie him down to anything or anyone. It wasn’t his “thing”, and you both had done everything to prevent it from happening. Up until now, everything had worked, there had never been one mistake, but the both of you got sloppy. There was a party, and… well, you loved him, and he had said that he loved you, and precautions weren’t a “thing” at that moment. One slip up, one mistake, and now everything was falling apart.

“I didn’t want this. I don’t want that.” He spat the words at you, pointing towards your stomach. He had only stopped pacing long enough to say it before starting again, walking the length of his room as he gnawed at his perfectly manicured fingers. You hadn’t expected anything different from him, but it still hurt that he was blaming the whole thing on you, as if it didn’t take 50/50 participation to make something like this happen. “It’ll completely ruin my image. A child with a human! It’ll be all over the tabloids, in every magazine… I can’t have that.” His behavior shouldn’t have been that shocking to you, but to hear just how selfish he really was, to know that he thought so little of you, it hurt way worse than you ever thought it would. One moment he was professing his love to you, and now he’s disgusted with you. It could have been that your emotions were running high from the situation, or maybe the hormones had just taken over completely, but you wanted to scream, you wanted to cry, and you wanted to fight him. “Your image?! This thing could kill me and all you care about is your stupid public persona… Screw you! I wish I never fell in love with you.” His eyes went soft, and for a moment you thought that maybe he’d apologize, maybe he was rethinking his own words, his actions, that maybe you’d be able to be a team to work through this mess. You were wrong, you were so wrong. “Wish all you want, we both know you’d have never been able to resist me.” Narcissistic, selfish, he was just awful. You closed your eyes tightly, trying to fight back the tears as you walked past him. He didn’t deserve your last words, he didn’t deserve anything. He didn’t deserve you.

The twelfth week was supposed to be the most exciting. It was when most couples would finally make their announcements, happily tell family and friends that they were expecting. Your twelfth week was a nightmare. You were trapped in the Devildom, human doctors wouldn’t know what the hell was going on if they delivered a child with horns, a child so angelically demonic that they’d probably call the hospital priest to your room as soon as they saw it. The only place where you’d be able to safely deliver a child like this and live through it would be in the Devildom. It’s not like you hadn’t tried to relieve yourself of the problem. You had gone to Lucifer, Satan, Barbatos, even Lord Diavolo, asking them if there was any way that they could just… get rid of it. Sadly, Asmodeus wasn’t just a narcissistic, selfish prick, he was also sadistic. None of them could do anything without Asmodeus’ approval since it was his child too. Every time one of them asked him, he would refuse. He didn’t even give a reason, he just wanted to see you suffer. Strangely, you had found comfort and solace in Mammon. You were pretty sure he was only helping because he still had a crush on you, but he became your emotional, mental, and physical support throughout everything. You had told him many times that he didn’t have to basically “fill in” for Asmo, but he insisted that it was the least he could do considering his little brother was being a dick. He wasn’t just your support at the house, he was… invested in the child that Asmo hadn’t wanted. He took you to doctors appointments, sometimes even getting in the way of the doctor as he pointed to the ultrasound screen. He was so excited that most people just assumed it was his kid, and he never denied it either. It was just easier that way, to go along with whatever the other demons said because he knew that any mention of Asmo would upset you and that was the last thing he wanted to do. Some days the both of you would sit on the couch in the living room, flipping through the pages of maternity books. He’d really try to understand the diagrams on the pages, but you could tell that he was confused and sometimes he’d even look up at you from the pages, and then down at your stomach, and then up at you, before looking back down at the pages. It was cute, and you’d giggle lightly, resting your head on his shoulder as you continued flipping through the pages. He had become the only person in the house that you felt like you could fully trust and rely on. Everyone else wanted to stay out of the drama, nobody wanted to get involved, but Mammon wasn’t there for the drama, he was only there for you, he was there when you needed him.

“Can you believe him? Can you believe both of them? We haven’t even broken up and they’re sleeping together, she’s even wearing his clothes. It’s ridiculous, and Mammon is out there playing dad with my kid.” Asmo sat on the edge of the counter, voicing his complaints to anyone who would listen. Sadly it was Beel’s turn since he was the only one in the kitchen right now. Most of the time the other brothers would just hide themselves away, not wanting to deal with Asmo right now, but Beel had gotten hungry and he really thought he’d be lucky enough to avoid his brother. “I don’t know what the big deal is… You didn’t want the kid anyway.” He wasn’t going to walk on eggshells around Asmo, he wasn’t going to lie to make anyone feel better. In Beel’s eyes, Asmo was completely in the wrong. “If Y/N is finding some sort of happiness in spending time with Mammon, who are you to complain? It stopped being your place when you said you didn’t want it.” He shrugged before grabbing his plate and going straight back to his room. He wasn’t going to continue listening to it, but he hoped that he had left Asmo with something to really think about. He walked up the stairs, going straight to the bedroom door, knocking loudly. He wasn’t going to stop until someone opened the door either. Mammon got up from the bed that you both had been propped up on, rolling his eyes as he walked over to his door, groaning loudly when he saw Asmo standing there. “Whaddaya want? We don’t need ya here… yer just gonna stress ‘er out.” He was trying to talk quietly, not wanting you to hear him or even know who was there. He was so protective of you, he wouldn’t let anyone else serve your food during meals, he’d even stand outside the bathroom door whenever you were in there just to make sure you didn’t fall or hurt yourself. Asmo pushed his way into the room much to Mammon’s annoyance. “I don’t care, Mammon. Y/N isn’t yours, and neither is the child. They’re both mine, and I’d like to have a word with her.” He said snidely, but Mammon wasn’t going to have it. Brother or not, he cared too much about you, he had worked so hard to help you get over what Asmo had done, and he wasn’t going to let him waltz back in and ruin everything. Mammon wasn’t weak, he was way stronger than he looked, and right now he was showing his strength, grabbing Asmo’s arm and practically throwing him out of the room. His teeth were barred and the growl that was coming from him sounded feral, animalistic, it was terrifying. “Neither of them are yers! I’ve been there fer everything, every doctor visit, I even bought a damn room fer the kid and she’s sleepin’ in my room, next ta me, and a next ta Y/N. Ya know why?! ‘Cause ya don’t jus’ get ta come back when ya fine’ly realize that ya fucked up! Now… leave us alone. We don’t need ya here.” He left Asmo out in the hallway, crumpled against the wall as he walked back into the room. “She…” Asmo kept repeating the word as he pushed himself up off the floor. He was having a daughter, and he hadn’t even known about it, he wouldn’t have known about it if Mammon hadn’t screamed at him. It was strange how knowing made things more real, it made him care more, and the worst part was that he knew it wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair to you. He didn’t know how to fix what he had done, but he knew that he had to try at least. “Lucifer…” “I don’t want things to be like this when she gets here. It’s not going to be long either.” You sighed, finally relaxing once more in the bed once Mammon got in next to you. “Why was he here anyway?” Mammon shrugged, focusing all of his attention on your stomach trying to calm himself. He liked watching it move, he thought it was neat.

The delivery was smoother than you thought it would be, and Mammon only fainted twice during the whole thing, so he did pretty good. Delivering a child in the Devildom had its perks, the main one being that you didn’t have to stay more than one day in the hospital to recover. They did some spell and you were completely fine. It was strange, but you appreciated it greatly. The only issue with the perk was that it meant you were going back home and that meant you’d have to face Asmo. She looked so much like him, and you could tell that Mammon was upset by it. Even though he knew she wasn’t actually his, he wished that she didn’t look so much like her father. Her eyes were his exact color, and it left you speechless when she first opened them, gazing up at you with wonder and curiosity. She was precious, and she was yours. As you walked through the door you were met with balloons and streamers, and Asmo. You heard Mammon growl quietly, and you quickly held your hand out to him, silently begging him to stop. He was holding the carseat and you didn’t need him to lose his temper right now. “I just wanted to welcome her home, welcome you home. I bought some things for her, they’re outside of Mammon’s door.” Asmo said nervously, and for once he was terrified of being rejected. “We don’t need noth-” Mammon had started, but you quickly shook your head, pleading to him with your eyes to just stay calm. He groaned loudly, eyeing Asmo angrily before walking past him to the stairs. “Fine. She’s prob’ly hungry… I’m gonna feed ‘er. Ya comin’ up?” You nodded quickly, making sure he got up the stairs alright before turning back to Asmo. “What are you doing, Asmo?”

He moved into the living room, waiting for you to sit down before he did, and he looked scared, he looked sad. Of course you didn’t like seeing him like this, but it was his fault, he had caused all of this. “I don’t want to be alone. I know that sounds selfish, that I’m making this about myself again, but I’m not trying to. When Mammon told me… he said she… It's a girl?” You nodded slowly and you saw his face light up for only a second before it left once more. “I was scared, I am scared… I didn’t know if I’d be a good… father. I never saw myself as one, but seeing Mammon, and he’s doing so well… I never saw him as a father either… I thought that maybe, since he could… that maybe I could too.” He sighed, bringing his hand back up to his lips to chew at his fingers again, his orange eyes glistening with the tears that hadn’t fallen yet. “I know that what I said was wrong… I was rude. I didn’t think I’d have a problem finding someone to take my mind off of everything, but I was wrong. I love you, and nobody else is going to take your place, nobody else can take your place.” You both sat on the couch in silence, his tears finally falling as he waited for you to say something, and yours building up as you tried to think of something to say. “This isn’t fair… You know this isn’t fair. You can’t… you can’t pick and choose when you want to be a dad. You weren’t there… and you made it very clear that you didn’t want her. I… I can’t do this Asmo… I’m sorry… They’re waiting for me… I-I have to go.” You took a deep breath as you stood from the couch, wiping your tears with the back of your hands as you started walking to the stairs. “Y/N…” He walked up behind you, grabbing your hand to stop you. You didn’t turn around to face him, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it, but he didn’t mind. He was actually thankful that you didn’t look at him, because what he was about to say was the hardest thing he’d ever have to say in his life. “I know that I’m unwanted… But… If I may… Can I meet her? Just once? Please?”

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kelieah · 4 years ago

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can’t help it (arvin russell x reader)

request (summary): @dhtomholland : hi !! i have an arvin request... what if arvin easily gets jealous when boys hit on y/n at school or jus try to talk to her and it was cute at first but y/n get annoyed at some point which leads to a small fight but arvin makes it up to her w flowers and telling her he jus wants to protect her 🥺🥺🥺

word count: 1.7k

warnings: language ofc, angst, fluff

edited: i also kinda forgot halfway through writing this that u requested he wanted to protect, i changed that up a bit sorry !!! also why the fuck am is my gifs not loading grrr

a/n: awwee this requesttt,, sorry for the late response. i’m not as quick as i used to be w requests

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You like Arvin a lot, that’s something you couldn’t deny. But lord, ever since you started dating this boy you don’t think you could ever get used to his temper and overprotective attitude. You appreciated it, of course, it’s just that there were many times when he’d let it get the best of him.

There was this one time he was picking you up from school, but you weren’t at the front like you usually were. So he decides to park and walk to your locker to see if you were there. You’re there, but with the company of someone else. His heart rate spikes at the sight of someone, or to be more specific, some candy-ass boy talking to you. He slowly walks over, not wanting to startle the both of you, and listens in on the conversation.

“I- I could help ya with the homework for math class. If y- you want of course,” the sweet, frail boy whose name is Cole, offers you.

You smile softly and nod while closing your lockers, “I would appreciate that a lot! I think I’m free—”

Before you could even finish your sentence you notice Cole huddle in fear before you. “Hi,” you hear a familiar voice from behind you. He wraps his arms around your waist and places his chin upon your shoulder.

“Oh, hey Arvin,” you murmur softly and glance over at him. You know what he’s up to so you push him off slightly to return to your conversation with the other boy.

“Uhm, h- hello there. A- Arvin,” Cole mutters and cowers underneath Arvin’s piercing glare.

You huff and shove your boyfriend aside. “Don’t mind him, like I was saying. I think I can after Sunday Mass, by the trees and tables if that’s alright?”

He gulps as he averts his eyes back and forth between the both of you. “Y- Yeah, is that okay?”

“I just said it’s alright—?” you stifle a laugh until you get cut off.

“Yeah, just studying though. If she tells me otherwise, I’ll cut your—'' Arvin threatens, causing every ounce of color from Cole’s face to drain.

“I’ll see you Sunday, Cole! Bye!” you immediately pull Arvin away and squeeze his hand harshly. “What is the matter with you!?”

“What?” he asks cluelessly and looks back at Cole who had already run off in complete fear and embarrassment.

“That poor boy. He’s just asking to study with me, that’s all,” you smack his arm.

He scoffs and shrugs you off. “Doll, I know you’re dull sometimes but c’mon. Every boy in the school probably wants you. Even boys like him, they just got some type of strategy or some shit,” he runs a hand through his hair and avoids your piercing glare. “Dull? First off, fuck you. Second, every boy? Arvin, grow up baby. I’m yours, and only yours. M’ pretty damn sure everyone knows that. Now fucking apologize or else I’m walking home,” you stop in your tracks and cross your arms.

He stops as well and turns towards you, giving you a blank expression. You remain firm and raise an eyebrow at him, almost testing him to try you. “Sweetcakes, m’ sorry,” he groans and takes a step towards you.

You take a step back and raise both your eyebrows, continuing to stay stubborn. “Sorry, what?”

He takes one more look at you and wavers in defeat. He trudges over to you and falls into your arms, stuffing his face in your neck. You stifle a laugh and hold him up, hugging him close. “I’m sorry for threatening that stupid boy with dumb glasses. I just really like you and don’t want nobody touchin’ my girl. Nobody. Not even God. I’m sorry! I’m sorry. I won’t get jealous or overprotective again,” he drags out his words and whines against your skin.

You throw your head back and giggle. “Arvin! Okay, okay. You big softie. Apology accepted stupid. But, you better apologize to him too, okay?” you push him off you and glance into his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah. Kiss?” he pouts and leans towards your face. You roll your eyes and oblige, pecking his lips. You walk off towards his car and he let out another whine, complaining about how the kiss was too short.

You love how you’re able to bring out this vulnerable and softer side to Arvin. You’re lucky enough that he even started dating you. It shock you that the boy had emotions. You’re only partly joking about that. It’s a true miracle the way you make him fall to his knees for you. You both couldn’t get enough of each other. Though, there were days where Arvin really got on your nerves.

He just promised the other day to not get too jealous or overprotective, didn’t he? Yet, here is now cursing out the same boy who helped you with your studies behind the school’s building. “What the fuck do you want with her? Huh? I saw the way you look at her, don’t you lie to me boy damnit!” he raises his voice at Cole.

Cole stumbles back and hits the wall as Arvin holds his collar, “I- I swear it’s nothing like that Arvin! I promise, I’m just helping her out that’s all! W- We’re just classmates, I’d never try to meddle. Please man!” he begins to weep covering his face as Arvin raises his fist.

“Arvin Eugene Russell!” the two boys hear a louder voice from behind them. There you stand with an infuriated expression. Your jaw clenched your face red and your hands on your hips.

Arvin mutters a handful of curses underneath his breath and lets go of Cole reluctantly. Cole plops down on the floor and hugs his knees to his chest as he watches the argument unravel between you and Arvin.

“Doll, this isn’t what it looks like. I was just lecturing him I swear—” Arvin holds his hands up in defense.

You completely ignore his attempts to redeem himself and brush past him, helping Cole up. “I am so sorry, are you okay?” you ask softly.

He wipes away his tears and nods in response. “Y- Yeah I’m okay, thank you. I should probably go now. I’ve caused enough problems,” he pulls away from your grasp and plays with his hands.

“No, you haven’t caused anything. I think he should go now,” you turn your head towards Arvin and send him a warning glare. He stares at you back in disbelief and clenches his jaw. You both stare at each other for a little longer, as if you were both challenging eachother to see who would back down. Arvin’s the first to crack. He scoffs and turns sharply on his heel, making his way back to his car.

“I- I’m so sorry, Y/n,” Cole bubbles sadly and wipes the sweat beads off his forehead. “I really am.” “Don’t be stupid, you’re fine. It’s my damn boyfriend’s problem, not ours. Come on, let’s go grab some ice cream,” you sigh and walk ahead, leaving him scrambling to catch up with you.

After the nice hangout with your newly made friend, he walked you home and apologized once more which almost made you slap the boy. Though it was calming to spend time with a friend other than your boyfriend, you still couldn’t believe Arvin’s recent behavior.

You know he can get overprotective, but jealousy is something you never expected. You take your mind off of him once again by doing some homework until your peace is interrupted by the sound of loud knocks on your front door. “I’m coming! Jesus,” you yell frustatingly as the pounding on your poor wood gets louder. You open the door to see Arvin with a guilty expression, a heap of flowers in one hand and a dozen of pop in the other. You raise an eyebrow at him and lean against your doorway.

Your silence pushes him to speak up. “Look, I’m. I- I’m,” he grumbles out and avoids your gaze, staring at the ground.

“I’m?” you decide to poke at him and cross your arms, enjoying the entertainment in front of you.

“I didn’t mean to,” he huffs and holds out the things he brought, looking back at you.

Your face now remains unamused. “Come again?”

“Christ, woman,” he rolls his eyes and lets out a heavy sigh. “I’m sorry. I’m fucking sorry I almost beat the kid. I just hated the way his beady little shit eyes were staring at you. I coulda sworn the fucker was going to take you from me. I don’t want anyone to take you from me. I mean I know you’re not mine— No you’re mine, but not in a possessive way or something. I don’t know. I’m trying here, hell. I just, I’m just scared one day you’re gonna find someone better than some ditz like me,” he lets the bottled up feelings spill out his mouth like word vomit.

You look at him surprised and purse your lips, examining his face. He finally makes eye-contact with you and smiles weakly. You stifle a laugh and pull him into a bone-crushing hug that causes him to let out a soft gasp. He places down the flowers and pop, wrapping his arms around you instinctively. “Now you listen here fool, like I’ve said a million times. I’m yours, okay? I know I ain’t your object, and I’m glad you know that too. But nobody is gonna take me from you. Nobody, not even Paul Anka,” you tease quietly, earning a chuckle from him that makes you smile in content. “Wanna know why?”

He presses a warm kiss against your shoulder and sighs, “Why?”

“Cus I love your dumbass,” you murmur into his ear and rub his back comfortingly.

He tenses a bit and smiles happily, stuffing his face in your neck. “I love you too,” he mumbles incoherently into your skin.

You giggle and run a hand through his hair, massaging his scalp. “Can you promise me not to do anythin’ like that again?”

“No,” he admits and begins to sway your body as he holds you.

You whine breathlessly and pull away to look at him. “Arvin! Why the hell not?”

He grins cheekily and shrugs nonchalantly, “Because I can’t help it.”

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howdoyousleep3 · 4 years ago

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K I’m having a rainy Sunday and I need to hear something soft as fuck about my lord and saviour daddy Steve 🥺

If I spend time trying to think about what to write about I could make myself crazy so I’m going with the first thing that came to my mind—

Sleepy Daddy Steve.

When he lets himself sleep in on a weekend after a week that kicked his ass, when he doesn’t wake up to an alarm, when he gets to share the syrupy morning with Bucky in their shared bed. He’s slow to wake up on these days, comes to in phases, greets the day slowly. The first thing he always does is reach for Bucky, even if his eyes are closed, even if he hasn’t yet comprehended his own positioning—he’s reaching for his baby.

He makes such a happy Daddy hum when he feels Bucky, a special kind of morning cozy making his skin toasty warm, uses Bucky’s body as leverage to pull himself over. He has absolutely no awareness whatsoever in the morning, forgets how big he is, how heavy he is, hasn’t turned that part of his brain on that reminds him of these things. He’s hefty on Bucky’s back as he sprawls himself over him, wraps himself around Bucky, nuzzles into his neck sweetly, inhales deeply.

He always somehow forgets in his sleep that Bucky is a treasure, so there’s that brief moment where he’s overwhelmed by his luck and falls in love with Bucky just a teensy bit more.

Steve sleeps like a bear though, and when he gets warm it takes extra effort to wake him up. And nothin’ makes him warm like being snuggled right up to his honey. Bucky wakes up sweating, burning up underneath this lump of man, body being groped at tight in two hands. How can someone have this kind of a grip when they’re asleep? Bucky would try to wake Steve physically first, would try to roll him off of him, would try to shift just right in order to rouse Steve awake.

All that does is make Steve huff, make him grab for Bucky tighter, make him rub his face into Bucky’s flushed skin as he pouts.

Daddy Steve’s sleepy voice is somethin’ else. Bucky can feel it deep down in his toes, on morning such as this and at night when it’s Bucky’s signal that it’s time to push him towards the bedroom. He slurs his words together, makes them mushy, smacks his lips and forgets what he’s talking about mid-sentence. Sometimes Bucky has to listen really hard to try and make out words or else it sounds like one long purr.

And Steve can get real huffy when he sleeps in, turns into a bit of a brat when Bucky wakes him up, won’t let him snuggle on him the way he wants to, is a big softie.

“Gimme a second, old man. Come on, lemme—move your leg just—there. Oh, you hush. Come here.”

Daddy Steve is a nuzzler on these mornings too, wants to press any and every piece of his skin into Bucky’s that he can. He likes to laze into Bucky’s chest on these mornings, purrs like a goddamn cat when he feels Bucky’s hand in his hair, Bucky’s lips on his forehead, grabs for Bucky’s thigh and wraps it tight around his waist, his middle.

This is how he likes to enter that next step of being awake, his baby all around him.

He’ll start it with a little bit of a pout.

“Jus’…just wanted to snuggle you, Buck. Y’don’t want a snuggle from…from y’Daddy?”

“Steve…Daddy, I said hush. What’sit look like we’re doing right now. You’re not gonna pout your way into making me feel bad about asking for oxygen.”

“I just…! Just wanna be close to you, sugar…”

“Steven…”

“James…”

A baby, this man. A man child that ends up maneuvering Bucky just the way he wants to anyway, rolls with Bucky just a pinch, huffing as he turns them onto their sides, keeps hold of Bucky’s thighs, rubs his face into Bucky’s chest. He’d no doubt purr when Bucky giggles a bit, digs his teeth into Bucky’s pec, sucks on the skin of his neck for fun.

This is his morning favorite, right here. Bucky’s hands tracing patterns onto the skin of his shoulders, his back, as he breathes in the scent of Bucky’s skin, face pressed to his chest, his neck. His breaths are heavy. Their sheets smell like this now, their bedding picking up the scent of them. It tugs at Steve’s heart when he walks into their bedroom after a day’s work and can faintly smell that comforting scent.

Bucky’s hands in his hair, sun filtering in through the curtains more and more, the sounds of their shared breathing. Bucky’s thigh high and tight around his waist, squeezing at Bucky’s ass innocently just to touch, Bucky’s lips on the top of his head.

This is when they tend to start talking about what they’ll do for the day, what they dreamt about, if they want to share a shower or a bath. Steve could listen to Bucky talk about anything like this, his voice the perfect lull to keep his morning sleepy but to keep him awake because he never wants it to stop, wants to listen to anything Bucky has to say. He’ll continue to nuzzle and squeeze as he wakes up in full, tips his face to watch Bucky share his dream from the night, drinks in his own sleepy, boyish features as he talks, eyes crinkling around the corners.

It’s only a matter of time before things get handsy with a bit of heat, before Bucky’s sighs become too much for Steve and he has to roll Bucky onto his back and greet the day properly. Daddy Steve is a morning sex enthusiast but…that isn’t as soft of a thought so I think I’ll stop there for now.

Lub you, Daddy Twin. I hope you had a pleasantly soft day. 💕

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mandoalorian · 4 years ago

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Rach could you please do something soft like it’s maxwells birthday and you and alastair plan a small birthday party ( just the three of you) and he is so overwhelmed with love he can’t believe he got so lucky after everything ❤️ then you tell him you’re pregnant.

Also no pressure to write you can totally ignore this 😊

Birthday Surprise [Maxwell Lord x F!Reader]

Warnings: pregnancy, allusions to sex, food mention, mention of infidelity/cheating, mention of poverty

Word Count: 3200>

A/N: It’s April 1st which means it’s officially Max Lord’s birthday! <33 Thank you for all the Max requests people have sent in over the past week. They’ve truly been a joy to write. & Thank you @supernaturalgirl for this lovely request. I hope you enjoy!

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Once upon a time, Maxwell Lord had these big, extravagant parties to celebrate his birthday. He’d host at fancy venues and it would be formal, strictly black-tie, and only the elite were invited. But the truth was, he was incredibly lonely. He had no friends, only colleagues and business associates. His wife would hang on his arm, wearing real fur, and Chanel couture earrings, parading around the room, flirting with other businessmen who might’ve been more successful than Max.

He didn’t like his birthday. Growing up, he didn’t celebrate much either. The Lorenzano family could barely afford to buy Maxwell new shoes or clothes that fit, so expecting gifts and parties was the last thing on his mind. Every year though, without fail, his mother would cook him a small cake and light a candle. “Make a wish, Maxwell.” she’d whisper. It was funny how things turned out.

And when he married for the first time, it was his wife who insisted on these big, luxurious celebrations with balloons and music. The attention was nice, sure, but it always felt like it was more for her than it was for him. He’d never say anything though. Just smile and nod. As long as she was happy. She sure seemed happy when Maxwell caught his wife with her tongue down another man’s throat at his 32nd birthday party. Thankfully, that marriage soon ended, and whilst Maxwell swelled with heartache for a good few months, better things were soon to come.

Like meeting you.

About a week before Maxwell’s birthday, Alistair was... hyper, to say the least. It was way past his bedtime, and yet he was bouncing up and down on yours and Max’s bed, clearly trying to get his father to leave the room.

“Daddy, could you go make me some french fries?”

Maxwell peeked up from his newspaper and furrowed his eyebrows together. His son’s question even ruffled you slightly, as you looked up from painting your nails and tilted your head slightly.

“Alistair, it’s eleven at night. No french fries.” Maxwell sighed before looking back down at his newspaper.

Alistair hummed, looking around the bedroom.

“Daddy, did you remember to feed Lady her evening biscuits?”

Maxwell looked up from his paper again, and stared at his son.

“I fed her this evening,” You said, trying to work out what kind of mischief Alistair was getting up to now. “Ali, is everything okay?”

“Of course, why wouldn’t it be?” The six year old replied, and well, it was a fair response. You and Maxwell exchanged a glance before getting back to your business. About ten seconds passed.

“Daddy, can you make me some warm milk?”

Maxwell sighed, this time dropping his newspaper completely and rubbing his tired eyes. “You don’t need warm milk Alistair.”

“But I’ll struggle to sleep without it.”

“I’ll go get you some,” you told the child, but Alistair quickly extended his arm, stopping you before you could get out of bed.

“No mommy, you’re sick. Besides, I asked daddy.”

You blinked, taken slightly aback. Alistair was a sweet child with wonderful manners, that much you knew, but even his decorum right now took you by surprise. He was speaking like a fully grown gentleman. Processing his words, you simply shrugged your shoulders before shuffling back into bed and getting comfortable.

Yeah, you’d been throwing up the past few days, in the mornings mostly, but you’d drawn it down to food poisoning. It was sweet how Alistair was seemingly looking out for your health. Maxwell’s gaze flicked between you both but, in defeat, he got out of bed and padded downstairs, into the kitchen to prepare his son’s bedtime beverage. Once he was gone, and you could hear him begin to steam the milk, you snapped your fingers to get Alistiar’s attention.

“Alright Ali,” you sighed, folding your arms across your chest. “What’s going on? Why have you been trying to get your dad to leave the room for the past...” you checked the time on the alarm clock which was positioned on Max’s nightstand. “Half an hour.” Gods he was persistent. Just like his father.

“We need to do something special for daddy’s birthday.” Alistair announced, and as he uttered the words, you already knew that there was no room for questioning him. He and his father were similar in that sense too.

“What do you have in mind?” you wondered out loud. You knew Maxwell’s birthday was approaching, despite your husband never talking about it. You hadn’t even thought of what to get him yet, which was a problem.

“A party. But not like the ones daddy has for work,” Alistair explained, referring to the many galas Maxwell had hosted in attempt to gain sponsorship and investments for his company. “Like, a small tea party. Just us. All his favourite snacks and the birthday cake granny used to make him when he was a kid. I know it’s his favourite. And balloons and banners and streamers. I can draw a picture. And music. And—“

“Okay okay baby slow down, I see where you’re coming from,” you smiled, pulling Alistair into your lap. “And I like the idea. Do you know if your dad has ever had a small party like this before?”

“I don’t think so.” Alistair replied softly and you nodded in understanding.

“Well, we’ll have to make sure it’s perfect. We can start planning tomorrow morning when he goes to work, okay? But keep your mouth zipped tight Ali, it has to be a surprise.”

———

The day of Maxwell’s birthday started like any other. He left for work at 7:30, his driver waiting for him outside. He graced you with a quick peck on the cheek and told you he couldn’t wait to see you tonight. Now, Maxwell hadn’t uttered one word about his birthday in the past week, but even today, he hadn’t mentioned it. You’d planned on giving him his present this morning when he woke up, but your nerves got the better of you.

You’d waited to give him this gift for a week already, you could at least wait a few more hours until he got home from work.

At 9am, your best friend arrived with an abundance of helium balloons, birthday banners and streamers. At 9:30am, you tried to help Alistair pick out a smart outfit, although he was begging to wear one of his new Star Wars Ewok costumes.

“How can you eat all the cake if you’re dressed as a massive teddy bear?” you asked the boy. He sighed, knowing that you had a point.

Alistair looked adorable in his button down shirt and pants. You even fished in Maxwell’s closet to find a bow tie, hoping it would complete the look.

“I look like dad.” Alistair mumbled, fiddling with the wonky tie that you’d haphazardly wrapped around his neck.

“Exactly. You look wonderful.” you grinned, enveloping him into a massive hug.

At 12, you figured it was the best time to begin baking the cake. But to do that, you needed the recipe. When you called Ms Lorenzano, your heart blossomed upon hearing the excitement in her voice.

“Oh darling! Hello! It’s so lovely to hear from you.” she spoke into the phone, and you could just imagine her smile on the other end of the line. It was identical to Maxwell’s.

“Hello Ms Lorenzano,” you greeted, nervously curling the telephone wire around your finger. “How’ve you been?”

“I was just packing away my groceries. I got the bouquet of flowers you and Maxwell sent me yesterday. They look beautiful on my dining room table. Thank you, darling. They really lighten up the room. How is my son? Is he there?” Ms Lorenzano quizzed.

“Max is great, actually. He’s working at the moment but we were thinking about flying out to see you this weekend. If you weren’t busy? Alistair misses you very much.”

“Oh that would be wonderful! I’ve missed my little cherub so much. Let me guess, a big party planned tonight for my Maxwell’s birthday?” She beamed.

“Not quite. It was Ali’s idea to plan something small - a tea party of sorts. He was telling me about this vanilla frosting birthday cake you used to bake when Max was younger? And I was hoping you’d share the recipe with me. I’d love to try and recreate it… although my baking skills are nowhere near as good as yours.” you giggled.

“That recipe has been passed down our family for generations,” Ms Lorenzano explained and you felt your heart sink into your chest. By neither law nor blood, you weren’t family. Would she really not give you the recipe? You’d been dating Maxwell for years now. And Ms Lorenzano did always say you were like a daughter to her… “Of course you can have it.” she smiled and you felt a wave of relief wash over you as she began to list the ingredients.

“Thank you Ms Lorenzano, it was so lovely to speak to you. Max is gonna give you a call tonight. Take care, okay?”

“Okay darling. I send my love. Give Alistair a kiss from his ol’ granny. I will see you Saturday.”

Now, the smart thing would’ve been to call over the house chef and have her prepare the birthday cake. At least then, it would be void of any errors. But this was strictly a Lorenzano family recipe and the last thing you wanted to do was to disrespect Ms Lorenzano and immediately give it to the house chef. So, you figured you’d give it your best go. At least then it would be sentimental.

Maxwell was a fussy eater, only eating the most delicious and well presented foods. You weren’t sure if he’d even step a foot near this cake. As you stirred together the ingredients, something wasn’t right. It was lumpy and bubbling and -- no matter what, you just couldn’t seem to fix it. You called Alistair in, who had been colouring in a family portrait he’d drawn, to take a look, but of course, he didn’t know any better.

When the cake came out the oven, it was lop-sided and slightly burned. You figured it would be okay if you just covered it in the vanilla frosting and placed the sliced strawberries intricately on the top. But no. Luck wasn’t on your side today. The strawberries slipped off and the icing was uneven. At least you managed to put the cake on one of the fancy ‘special occasion’ plates. You could just tell Maxwell that it was made with love.

Ali helped you decorate downstairs, which proved to be a challenge. The rooms in Lord manor were extensively sized and tall, but you did your best.

“Ali, I’m going to quickly get changed okay? Would you do me a favour and bring down your dad’s presents from upstairs? You could place them on the dining room table.”

Alistair nodded obediently and did as he was told. You went up to yours and Maxwell’s shared closet and looked around, trying to decide on what exactly you should wear. You opted on a beautiful, fitted champagne coloured dress that glittered in the artificial lighting. It was one of your favourite gowns and you had worn it last summer at one of Black Gold Cooperative’s charity fundraising events. You knew how much Maxwell loved it too. If Alistair was dressed in his father’s bow-tie, and Maxwell always looked presentable, there was no reason you couldn’t make an effort to look good too. Besides, you didn’t know how long you’d have left before you wouldn’t be able to fit into these dresses anymore.

You didn’t have long before Maxwell was due to finish work. You quickly style your hair and adjust your makeup, before padding downstairs and into the dining room. Just like you had requested, all of Maxwell’s presents were neatly piled on top of the table, courtesy of Alistair.

“He’ll be home any second Ali,” you said, handing Alistair a party popper and adjusting the cone shaped party hat on his head. Alistair was absolutely beaming, his big brown eyes twinkling like starlight as he anticipated his father coming home from work. “Are you ready?”

“Yes.” Alistair grinned.

“Okay. Good. Let’s go find a place to hide.”

Ducking down behind the stack of gifts, you waited for about five minutes in silence, until you heard the front door unlock. Alistair squeaked excitedly, hearing his dad come home and you bit your lip, quietly shushing him but unable to contain your own smile.

Maxwell was surprised when he came home. He wasn’t greeted like he expected to be. Normally, every evening after his shift, you and Ali would run into his arms and envelope him into a hug. The lack of running and hugs concerned Maxwell. The house was dead quiet, and he even found himself wondering if either of you were home.

When he padded into the dining room and switched on the light, you and Ali jumped out and screamed in unison; “Happy birthday!”

Maxwell froze, his jaw dropping open and his eyes going comically wide. He was presented with an abundance of gifts, a decorated dining room, his son and girlfriend all dressed up, and a questionable looking cake with a wax candle stuck in the top. You and Alistair ran into Maxwell’s arms and hugged him tight.

“Daddy! Daddy! It’s your birthday! Look! We planned a surprise tea party all by ourselves!” Alistar squealed, tugging on his father’s arm.

“I- I- wow!” Maxwell gasped, genuinely speechless. You bit your lip and swayed your hips as you lovingly gazed into his brown eyes. You didn’t know what it was, maybe the fact the whole day was leading up to this moment, or perhaps just an imbalance with your hormones, but you had missed him so much. Just seeing him again made you want to weep in his strong arms. You loved him so much.

“Happy birthday.” you whispered, raising your hand to cup his face. He nudged his nose against yours and you kissed him sweetly.

“You did all of this for me?” He asked after reluctantly pulling away, still in genuine shock.

“It was Ali’s idea.” you replied, letting your body lean against his. You rest your head into his chest so much so that you could hear the rhythm of his heartbeat.

“You look… breathtaking, darling.” Maxwell hummed, his hand resting on the small of your back.

“Come sit down,” you said, taking his hand and guiding him over to the dining room table. “You have all these presents, and we have cake and music…”

“The cake…” Maxwell pointed and quirking an eyebrow. “Is that… it can’t be…”

“It is, I called your mom for the recipe.” You confirmed with a nervous smile.

“I-- don’t believe it. I haven’t had this cake since--”

“I know. Again it was Ali’s idea,” you informed him. Alistair looked bashfully proud as he anticipated the cake cutting. “I know it doesn’t look the best…”

“Are you kidding?” Maxwell asked, cutting you off. “This is the most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for me.”

“Would you like to try some?”

“Would I like to try some?” Maxwell repeated incredulously. “Of course!”

You lit the candle and held hands with Alistair and Max as the two of you sang happy birthday. As Maxwell blew out the candle, you told him to make a wish.

“I don’t need to wish for anything. I already have everything I could ever want. Right here.”

Maxwell got a variety of miscellaneous gifts for his birthday. A porcelain statue of a dog, a small desk flag with his company logo on it, a basket filled with biotin supplements, and of course the artwork that Alistair had created earlier in the day. It was a beautiful crayon illustration of you, Max, Ali, and of course your cat, Lady Lord. Maxwell promised to frame it and put it on his desk at work. Little did he realise though, the best gift was yet to come.

Once Alistair was tucked into bed, you and Maxwell decided to settle down and have an early night. All the eating and dancing had exhausted you both.

“Thank you for today,” Maxwell mumbled, pulling the zipper down your dress. His warm breath fanned over the shell of your ear and you immediately felt butterflies in your stomach. “Why don’t we go to bed, hm?” he asked, peppering kisses down your neck and along your shoulders.

You knew what he was hinting at, and you wanted it too. Of course you wanted it too. But there was something you had to deal with first. You were so nervous but you knew it was now or never.

“I didn’t give you your birthday present.” you announced, turning around to look your boyfriend in the eye.

“Wh-- what do you mean? You didn’t need to get me anything. This was enough. You-- you, my love, are enough.”

You smiled, rubbing his bicep and finding yourself once again getting lost in his eyes. You took a deep breath and pulled him into the en-suite bathroom. Although confused, Max didn’t say a word, and instead, he watched you in silence as you unlocked the drawer under the sink. It was where you usually kept your cosmetics, but Max’s gift had been waiting in there for the past week, wrapped up in tissue. You took it out and handed him it.

You anxiously watched as he unravelled the tissue, only to be presented with a positive pregnancy test. Your positive pregnancy test. His eyebrows knotted together and you watched his Adam's apple bop in his throat as he swallowed. But then, only seconds later, his face softened and his eyes became glazed with unshed tears. “You’re… we’re…”

“We’re pregnant, Max.” you confessed, confirming his thoughts.

Maxwell choked up and wrapped his strong arms tight around you, squeezing you hard. “Oh my God, we’re really pregnant?”

“Mhm.” you giggled, as Maxwell pulled away and cupped your cheeks with his hand. He kissed you passionately and when he pulled away, his grin was ecstatic.

“How long have you known?” He quizzed.

“A week.” you admitted.

“A week?!”

You swatted his arm playfully and shushed him.

“I wanted it to be a surprise. We have a doctor’s appointment tomorrow, to confirm it and everything. But with the sickness and… I can feel it, you know?” You took his hand and placed it against your stomach. “I can really feel it.”

“I love you so much,” Maxwell smiled. “I love you so, so much.”

“Happy birthday my dear.” you replied, guiding him back over to the bed. “I love you too.”

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johnsamericano · 4 years ago

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“Corruption. Epilogue.” w.y.h

A/n: I APOLOGIZE FOR THE DELAY. I hope you'll still enjoy it, thank you for reading.

warnings: unprotected sex, dirty talking, corruption kink per usual, lingerie, that’s it.

corruption m.list.

“Mommy, where’s Mr. bear?” You closed the zipper of your suitcase, placing it on the floor and extending your hand towards your baby boy.

“Daddy already put it in the car, let’s go, he must be waiting for us.”

Your husband was leaning against the car, a pair of sunglasses hanging from the neck of his sweater. You gave it to him a few days ago, it matched with the one you and your son were wearing.

“Youngho, guess who’s coming with us?”

“Mr. bear?” He tilted his head to the side.

“Better.” He opened the door of the car, revealing your best friend, a big smile on his face.

“Uncle lele!” His little legs ran towards the vehicle, Chenle taking him into a bear hug as soon as he was close enough.

“Let me help you with this.” Your husband approached you, taking the suitcase from your hands to load it into the trunk. “I’m kinda nervous, I feel like your parents still don’t like me.”

“My mom likes you.” You giggled, hugging his waist tightly. “My dad still thinks you’re the teacher who seduced his little girl. And I mean, you kinda did.”

“But we’ve been married for more than two years, he should’ve warmed up to me at this point.” He whined desperately.

“Well, I mean, he appreciates you more ever since Youngho came around.”

“Are you suggesting that we need another baby for your father to like me? Cause I’m in.”

“Am I going to have a little sister?” Youngho’s small head peeked through the door as well as Chenle’s.

“Congrats you guys.”

“No! We’re not having another kid, I haven’t recovered from the last one.”

“But I want a daughter.” Lucas complained. “Imagine how cute Youngho would look as a big brother.”

“I’ll get you a female dog and that’s my final offer.”

“Declined. I’m sure I’ll convince you, my baby girl will be here in no time.” He said as you walked to your seats, closing the doors and putting your seatbelts on.

“There’s no guarantee that the baby will be a girl.” He started the engine, taking a look at the backseats to make sure Youngho was on his car seat.

“Even if it’s a boy, I’ll love him with all my heart. Just like I love that little monster in the back.”

“Aw, thanks dude.” Chenle answered.

“I wasn’t talking to you.”

The trip continued between constant bickering from your husband and Chenle along giggles from your son.

“Alright, we’re here.” Lucas parked the car, turning to look at you with a nervous smile.

“Don’t worry, as I said, at least my mom likes you.” After unbuckling your seatbelts, you both exited the vehicle, opening the backseat doors to wake up the passengers.

Lucas gently picked up Youngho from his seat while you flicked Chenle in the forehead to wake him up.

“What is wrong with you?” He whined.

“Hurry up or I’ll lock you inside.”

Lucas waited in front of the door for you and Chenle to arrive, he was too scared to knock on the door himself.

Your mother received you all with a warm hug, specially Chenle, whom she had known from the moment he was born.

“You’re so big, Chenle. Come in, I baked your favorite cookies.” You scoffed at your mother’s behavior as she dragged him to the kitchen.

“Let’s go, my arms are feeling numb.”

You entered first at Lucas’ request, the smell of your favorite dishes making you smile. Your father was chopping some vegetables while your mother stuffed Chenle’s mouth with food.

“My baby girl is home.” Your father smiled widely before running to you and taking you into a bone crushing hug. “You should move here, we miss you.” He kissed your temple.

“Hello sir.” Your husband saluted politely, bowing slightly while he held your son tightly.

“Hello Yukhei.”

“Why are you two so tense?” Your mother, as laid-back as ever, continued. “Give each other a hug, come on, give me the kid.” She took her grandson from Lucas’ arms. “Go on.”

They awkwardly wrapped their arms around each other, the sudden sound of a camera taking a picture causing them to separate.

“Sorry, I couldn’t resist.” You giggled, looking at the picture in your phone. “This is going straight to our family album.”

“Y/n.” They both whined at the same time.

“Wait, am I in that family album?” Chenle asked, mouth full of cookies.

“Mayhaps.”

“Show me.”

“Make me.”

“Oh, you two, stop it. You seriously are like brother and sister.” Your mother spoke a bit too loud, causing your son to wake up. He rubbed his eyes with the back of his small hands.

“Daddy?” Lucas noticed and immediately took him back into his arms.

“I’m here, kiddo.”

“Can we get Mr. Bear?”

“Sure, let’s go.”

You all stayed silent as he walked out, your mother finally speaking as you heard the sound of the door closing.

“He’s a great father, y/n.” You smiled to yourself, heart full of pride. “And You should stop intimidating him.” She pointed at your father.

“I am not intimidating him. I’m just making sure my little girl is with the best man.”

“That’s sweet dad, but we’ve been together for a long time. Hell, we even have a kid.” You dad huffed.

“Fine, I’ll try to be nice.”

Meanwhile, Lucas was searching for the teddy bear in the trunk while Youngho sat on the edge of it, his short legs dangling.

“You Wanna know what I asked Santa for this year?”

“I know. An iron man suit, a pet dinosaur and a little sister.” Of course, you were only able to get one out of three, despite Lucas insisting you could get him a sister too.

“I secretly asked him for one more thing.” He signaled Lucas to come closer. “I asked him for mommy and you to be together forever.” Lucas couldn’t help but smile at his son, taking him into his arms once he found the stuffed animal.

“That’s a very sweet petition, I bet Santa will make it come true.” He left small pecks all over his face.

“Stop!” He demanded between giggles.

“Why? You don’t like my kisses?” He teased, leaving a big smooch on his cheek. “Too bad, I’ll give you as much kisses and hugs as I can before you become an unbearable teenager.”

“I don’t ever want you to stop hugging me.”

“Why are you guys leaving me out? I want hugs and kisses too.” You came out of your house, jogging towards the two loves of your life. Your son grabbed your cheeks with his tiny hands to peck your nose.

“Give her one too, daddy.” Lucas leaned down to press his lips against your forehead. “On the lips, daddy!” Your son’s sudden demand had you blushing like crazy.

Lucas smiled while grabbing your chin to connect your lips.

“Alright, let’s go back in before your grandma starts yelling at us for not helping with dinner.”

(...)

“Oh my god, Chenle is that you? You look like a cocky rich kid.” Lucas laughed hysterically as he looked at a picture of you two as kids.

Everyone was dressed in the Christmas onesies your mom bought, you and her had a thing for matching outfits. Lucas looked adorable in it, the rain deer patterns making him look even more child-like than usual. Chenle, on the other side, looked like an elf.

“I look amazing, shut up.” He replied when you made a comment on his looks.

“Hey Chenle, why didn’t you spend Christmas Eve with your parents?” Your father asked.

“They went to China to visit my grandparents, but I had too much work here to go with them.” He looked a little down, but his frown was quickly replaced with a bright smile as your son sat on his lap to hug him tightly.

“Don’t worry, uncle lele. We can be your family too.”

Your mom entered the living room with her hands full of sweet treats.

“What are we gonna watch?” It was a family tradition to watch a holiday themed movie on Christmas Eve.

“Elf?” Your father proposed and everyone agreed.

You sat on the large couch, Youngho sitting between you and Lucas as you cuddled him. Chenle sat on the floor while your parents on a small couch.

Right after the movie ended, everyone went to their respective rooms. Chenle and Youngho decided they wanted to have a slumber party, so you and Lucas had the room for yourselves.

“You look cute.” You smiled, lacing your fingers behind his neck as you tiptoed to kiss those addicting plump lips. He placed his hands below your thighs to lift you up, smiling against your lips.

“Have you seen yourself in the mirror? You are literally the definition of cute.”

“Am I now?”

“Yes you are.” He kept smiling, suddenly starting to dance with you between his arms. “I love you so much that the mere thought of being apart from you again makes me want to jump off a building.”

“That’s not gonna happen.” You finally asked the question you’d been keeping for yourself for a few days. “Are you okay, Xuxi? I mean, ever since you came back you haven’t seen your family and maybe you’re feeling bad, so please know that you can talk to me about anything.”

“But I am with my family.” He didn’t miss the family that rejected him after choosing to give up the company. “You, Youngho, Chenle and your parents are my family, even though your father still doesn’t completely approve of me.”

“Are you sure?” You placed your hands on his cheeks, still uneasy.

“Positive.”

He kept holding you in his arms for a while more, simply staring into your dreamy eyes.

“Well, it’s past midnight so technically it’s Christmas already.” You got down on your feet. “Do you want your present now?”

“What do you mean? Isn’t it under the tree?” He tilted his head, oblivious to the true meaning of your words.

Your hands hesitantly reached for the front zipper of your onesie, slowly opening it to reveal a white lacy lingerie set.

“I know it’s not my style but I thought you’d like it.” You rubbed your arm awkwardly, standing there while he eyed you. “What do you think?”

“That we are gonna have to be extremely quiet to not raise suspicions.” He helped you out of the comfortable outfit, slightly raising your arms to take a better look at you. “My lord, we’ve done this so many times and you still blush?” You looked away.

“Don’t mock me!”

“I love that about you.” He placed his hands on your waist, pulling you closer to his body. “You’re just as innocent as the first time I made you mine.”

“I am not.”

“Really?” He rubbed a finger over your clothed heat, causing you to gasp. “Your cheeks look like the red lights in the Christmas tree.”

“X-xuxi.” You held onto his arms as he continued to pleasure you. “I was supposed to make you feel good, not the other way around.”

“But I like to make you feel good.” He slipped a hand into your underwear. “Shaved? Wow this must be a really special occasion.” He enjoyed the soft texture of your lips, tracing random patterns over the warm skin. “Let’s lay you down, hm?” You nodded, letting him carry you to the king size mattress.

He started to strip in front of you. Once the only piece of clothing left on his body was his underwear, he crawled up the bed.

“I love you so much.” His fingers started caressing you inner thigh, slowly creeping up until one of them hooked around your underwear, pulling it down.

He placed his hands behind your back, raising your torso to un clasp your bra. He pulled away the slightest to admire your naked figure, his eyes stopping at the scar crossing your belly. A product of Youngho’s birth.

“Is it ugly?” You asked, suddenly feeling self conscious.

“Of course not, baby.” He kissed your cheek tenderly. “Every single part of you is beautiful.”

Before you even had the chance to be embarrassed, one of his fingers was already moving in and out of you. You shut your eyes tightly.

“I need to prepare you first, angel.” You were as sensitive as ever, his long finger reaching for all the right spots. “Look at me when I’m touching you.” His harsh tone only added to your arousal. “That’s a good girl.” He cooed as soon as your big doe eyes met his.

He retrieved his finger as soon as he felt your walls convulsing around it, earning a small whine from you. He chuckled while taking his underwear off, proceeding to sit against the headboard with you over his lap.

“Don’t look so scared, this isn’t the first time we’ve done it.” Lucas smiled at your expression, eyes glued to his inflamed erection.

“Yes, but it still hurts when...you know.” Even after all those years you had a hard time dirty talking, and Lucas found it adorable.

“I’ll make sure you’re well prepared so it doesn’t hurt.” He placed you right above his length, gripping your hips to move your body back and forward. “You make the prettiest noises I’ve ever heard.”

“Xuxi, I can’t hold it back for longer.” You whimpered, hiding your face in the crook of his neck.

“Of course you can, sweetheart. Because you’re a good girl, right?”

“Yes.” Your nails started digging crescent moons into his back, trying your best to contain your orgasm.

“Lift your hips for me, princess.” With wobbly legs, you did your best to keep your body up while he aligned himself with your entrance. “Hold onto my shoulders.”

You did as he said, slowly letting him sink into you.

“It hurts.” His heart ached with your words.

“I know baby, just hang in there.” He hugged you, feeling like the first time you had sex. “Tell me when you’re ready.”

It took a while for you to get used to the stretch since it had been a while since the last time you had sex, but the pleasant feeling of being full soon replaced the uncomfortable burning.

“I’m ready, Xuxi.” He helped you bounce up and down his length, soft groans escaping his plump lips.

They looked so tempting, you couldn’t help but kiss them. He grinned into the kiss.

“You’re so pretty.” You murmured, cheeks completely red.

“You’re pretty too.” He kissed your temple, thrusting up. “My pretty little girl.” You couldn’t keep moving up and down, so you allowed yourself to take a rest. “Such a good girl.”

“Xuxi.” You tried your best to hold back the moans forming at the back of your throat. “Can I...?”

“Let go, sweetheart. I’m here.” Your body shook uncontrollably as pleasure took over every inch of it. You bit Lucas’ shoulder to avoid screaming from the intensity of your high.

Lucas came with your walls deliciously clenching around him. Thick ribbons of white cum painting your core as you both tried to regulate your breathing.

“You did so well.” He pecked your sweaty forehead. “Now let’s clean our little mess.”

(...)

The next morning, your son bursted into your room, waking you both up while screaming ‘it’s Christmas.’

“Come on, I want to open my presents.” He jumped into the bed and tried to lift your body.

“Come here, Youngho. Let mommy rest for a little longer.” Lucas took him between his arms, tucking him inside the comforter. His hair was a mess, the strands pointing to opposite directions as he tried to open his swollen eyes.

“But the presents.” He whined.

You hugged the little boy from behind, pecking his silky hair.

“Come on, I’m not tired. Let’s go open your gifts.” He squeaked exitedly while getting on his feet.

The three of you walked to the living room holding hands. Your parents and Chenle patiently waited for you to arrive.

“This little monster woke me up at like 5:00 a.m.” Chenle scoffed, causing Youngho to giggle.

“Sorry, uncle lele.” He let go of your hands, running to the tree to find his gifts. “There’s one for mommy.” He handed you a big box with your name written on it. “And one for daddy.” He kept putting aside his own gifts and handing everyone else theirs.

Everyone ended up with at least three gifts, even Lucas, who didn’t expect to get anything from your parents.

“You go first, honey.” Your son started ripping the Christmas paper to uncover his gifts.

“An Ironman suit!” He gratefully received all of his gifts, even the hideous sweater his grandma knitted for him. “Thank you, nana!”

Your heart filled with pride for having raised such a beautiful child. After Youngho was done, you all opened your presents at the same time. You asked Lucas to save yours for the last.

“Oh my god, Xuxi.” You covered your mouth at your recently opened present.

“It’s okay if you don’t like it, I can get you something else later.”

“I love it!” You couldn’t help but cry.

“Won’t you show it to us?” Chenle asked, trying to take a look at the contents of your box.

You pulled out a cement board with both your husband’s and your son’s hand printed on it. There was also an album below it.

“There’s more?”

“Just open it.” Everyone gathered around you, even Youngho sat on your lap, curious to see what the album had inside.

It took you a while to figure out what was on the first pages of it.

“Are these my college exams?” He nodded. “How did you...?”

“I found them in a box with all my teacher stuff, now keep going.” You passed the pages with nostalgia, meeting with memories from your past.

The album was filled with photos and significant documents of your life together, from the ticket of the takeout You had on your first date to a picture of you holding Youngho for the first time.

“Wait, that’s me!” Youngho pointed at the small baby between your arms.

“Yes, that’s you, sweetie.” You kissed his cheek while he kept turning the pages of your album. “Thank you, Xuxi. I love it.” He smiled widely. “Now you open mine.” You turned to face him with your son still on your lap.

He pulled out a smaller box, containing a pair of wireless earbuds he’d been ranting about for the past few months.

“Oh my god!” He smiled widely, his big hand covering his mouth. “I love them, thank you.” He gave you a big hug.

“There’s more.” You winked at your mom while he looked for his other gift. “Don’t judge, my mom taught me how to do it through facetime.”

“A pair of socks?” He stared at them, his gaze going back and forth from Youngho to the yellow, knitted baby socks. “They’re adorable, sweetie, but I don’t think they’ll fit him.”

“We’ll, thank goodness they’re not for him.” It took a while for his brain to process the whole situation, but when he finally figured it out, he let out the loudest scream you’d ever heard.

“We’re having a baby!” Everyone in the room covered their ears, except for your little boy, who joined his screaming.

“Am I having the baby sister I asked for?”

“Yes you are!” He lifted Youngho, smiling ear to ear with him.

“It’s the best Christmas ever!”

It was, indeed, the best Christmas ever.

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jeonggukkiepabo · 4 years ago

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i hope you and becomingbts are having a nice summer!! You deserve it after many stressfully chapters💛 I have a idea for a drabble too because namjoon didnt have a lot of part yet. Maybe they go out to the zoo for a date?🦘

Oh my god, this is the cutest little idea ever! 😭 I decided to let all of them tag along and go together, I hope you don't mind!

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The end of spring has always been your favorite season, the crisp morning air slowly turning into a warm breeze and fading into an almost hot noon.

The perfect time for a trip to the zoo - at least that's what Namjoon decides as he wakes all of you in the morning with a bright smile.

The two youngest boys almost beam out of bed at the thought of seeing wild animals, happily sharing a shower to "safe water"-even though all of you hear their muffled moans through the thin walls.

Jimin is excited to see the botanical garden and the pet zoo, heading over to the bakery to get some goods for a nice breakfast.

As Namjoon comes to wake you and Yoongi up, the older men's arms and legs tightly wrapped around you, his nose buried into the nape of your neck, soft breathing-and even slight purrs-hitting your exposed skin. "Y/N, love, wake up," Namjoon whispers as he kisses your forehead until you start to stir. He sits down on the side of your bed, gently caressing your head. "I planned a day at the zoo for us, everyone is coming."

You open your heavy eyes, smiling at your boyfriend and purse your lips, waiting for your good morning kiss. Namjoon complies with a whipped smile, then he looks over tp Yoongi.

It's sad, the fact that they didn't mate yet, but the time just hasn't come for them. Maybe one day.

"Make sure Yoongi gets up too, okay? I'm making some coffee and prepare some lunch for us to take."

Almost twenty minutes later, you come down into the kitchen with a clingy and sleepy Yoongi still wrapped around you. The maknaes laugh, but one sharp look from the blonde man is enough for them to shut up.

"'m sleepy. Don' wann' walk. Jus' wann' coffee," he makes grabby hands at the cup that Jimin prepares for him, sitting down next to you at the breakfast table, head already on his arms.

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"I want to see the tigers, Ggukkie, c'mon!" Taehyung grabs Jungkooks hand as he runs towards the direction of the wildcat area, earning a growl from Namjoon. "I thought we were going to stay together."

Yoongi, hair hidden unter his beanie and face mask over his face, shrugs. "I don't care, let the kids play. What do you want to see, Jimin?"

"I want to go to the pet zoo later, but I was kind of planning to sit down alone at the botanical area and maybe draw a little bit," the peach-haired men smiles sheepily. Namjoon sighs. "Sure, go ahead, we'll just meet at the pet zoo later." He kisses his boyfriend goodbye and looks at Yoongi and you. "And now?"

You smile tugging both of them with you. "The three of us will enjoy the zoo and see every animal, I don't mind walking through the entire place!"

Yoongi smiles at you and walks along. You're truly beautiful in your summer dress paired with some Air Force's that Jungkook got you a while ago. There's no makeup on your face, just the glow of sunscreen and carefreeness.

"Did you know that red pandas belong to the group of dogs? Amazing!" As soon as you arrived at the first shelter, Namjoon started rambling about every animal fact that he knew of. "Did you know that I don't care as long as they look cute?" Yoongi mutters and you giggle.

Namjoon gasps and points his finger at Yoongi. "Moron." Yoongi smirks. "Just because your head is as big as Jimmy Neutron's. IQ my ass, it's just a balloon in your head."

The bickering continues until you meet up with the rest of the boys at the pet zoo, Taehyung and Jimin are already inside the fence and busy themselves with the sheep to pet as Jungkook sips on a slushee.

"Cute," you squeal as you see a baby goose and run towarda the fence too, easily stepping in and kneeling down next to the small animal to pet it.

Jungkook and Yoongi busy themselves outside of it, sitting on a bench in the shade to takr a few pictures of you and your boyfriends.

Namjoon shily tries petting a sheep, but it keeps on ramming his head against his thigh until Namjoon sighs and gives up, heading over to look at the chickens.

There's a small cat that curiously watches Yoongi, hiding behind some flowers before slowly walking towards the two men who don't even see it coming. Then, with a quick jump, the cat settles on Yoongi's lap, who yelps. "Lord, what is this?" He pokes the cat with his finger, noticing that it starts purring instantly, using his two little front paws to hold Yoongi's finger and gently bites into it. Yoongi scowls. "Bad kitty," but he doesn't move, nor removes his finger.

Jungkook giggles quietly, taking pictures of Yoongi playing and cuddling with the kitten until the maknaes are coming back with loud screaming, scaring the kitten. It hisses, climbing up on Yoongi's shoulder and hides in the hood of his hoodie.

All of them coo at Yoongi and his new friend, teasingly joking about them, but Yoongi somehow doesn't mind right now, because he sees the adoration and love in their eyes and he just knows that he's safe with them.

"Can we get a kitten? Can't we just take this one home?" You ask your boyfriends, glancing at the small ball of fur that fell asleep with its head on Yoongi's shoulder.

"Maybe one day," Namjoon smiles, "when we're all moving into a bigger house, okay?" He looks at Yoongi with nothing but love in his eyes, causing the older to blush and shy away. Jungkook cooes and presses a kiss to both of their lips. "One day," he promises as well.

#bts #kim taehyung #min yoongi #jeon jungkook #park jimin #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #jung hoseok #moonchild #moonchild drabble #ot7 #bts soulmate #bts soulmate au

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little-sweethearts · 4 years ago

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The Locked door

Tags: No relationship, fluff, agere, little!Ciel, Caregiver/daddy!Sebastian, timeouts, just ciel being the cutest little brat ever

Summary: Ciel thinks he’s gotten away with his baby crimes, but his Caregiver finds out as usual and reminds the baby of their rules when little.

Authors note: my first actual agere fic! We all know it had to be baby Ciel. I’m just waiting on my ao3 invite then I will be posting it there as well

“Ciel?”

A gasp from behind the bathroom door, followed by shuffling.

“Yes, Da- Sebastian?”

A stutter. Unsurprising since the boy had just slipped not an hour ago, it was unlikely he is already feeling big enough for that name to escape his mouth easily.

“Are you alright in there my love?”

More shuffling, followed by the sound of splashing in a washbasin. It seems likely that his young master is up to no good and was washing his hands of it.

“Just fine Sebastian...Now go ‘way!”

Another slip of the tongue, surely is master was feeling entirely too small to be all alone at the moment. All sounds in the bathroom had stopped now, it was time to see what the boy was up to.

“Well then if you’re fine, surely you will have no problem with me coming in. Correct?”

“Um…”

Sebastian turned the knob. It clicked but did not open. The butler raised an eyebrow, and he could practically feel the little boy grow more nervous as he tried the knob again. For a moment, Sebastian considered just unlocking the door and striding right in, but that would be doing the young lord a disservice. As his caregiver, he ought to be teaching him accountability for his actions.

“Ciel? Come unlock the door.”

It clearly was not a request, and he heard the boy take a few steps closer to the door before stopping.

“No Da- Sebastian! I- I said go away!”

Clearly trying to sound as big as he most certainly was not, the words were practically forced out. Sebastian almost laughed at his antics.

“Little boy, If I have to unlock this door myself, the consequences will surely be worse than what you are already going to receive for whatever trouble I know you’ve gotten into.” Sebastian said neutrally. “Unlock. The door.”

To the untrained ear, his voice didn’t sound any more frightening or sinister than it did any other day, but Ciel knew better. That was not the voice of his butler, but his Daddy. His Daddy set rules and expected them to be followed, who expected his little boy to listen and be polite. Both of which he had certainly not been today. Quickly wiping his hands on his pants once more just to be sure they weren’t damp, he turned the lock and stepped back.

Sebastian opened the door standing tall, but his height was not the only thing that made Ciel feel so small. His red eyes were narrowed and his thin brow raised. Ciel stood in front of him, wringing his hands nervously. “And what were you doing with the door locked? I do believe that is against one of our rules to keep you safe isn’t it?”

“Those rules are for when I’m feeling small and-”

Sebastian placed a hand on the boy’s jaw gently (of course, he was always gentle with his baby even when he was being a brat), and leaned down to force the boy to look in his eyes.

“Do not even think about lying to me little boy,” he said calmly. “We both know that is one of the rules I expect you to follow and I don’t believe breaking another today will do you any service.”

He leaned back but kept his hand on Ciel’s chin, tilting his head so they would maintain eye contact. The boy swallowed before whispering; “Sorry Daddy.”

Sebastian was silent, clearly waiting on the answer to his original question.

“I was jus’ washing my hands,” Ciel said softly.

An eyebrow arched impossibly higher. “Washing your hands of what?”

“Um. There was dust on my toy...I wiped it off though…” The child mumbled.

Sebastian blinked slowly. “Hmm, I see… That’s rather odd. I know for a fact that all your toys are kept in pristine condition, tended to by both myself and Miss Mey-Rin.” Sebastian’s tone did not sound surprised at all. “Unless of course, you’re lying to me and you have in fact been in here washing stolen chocolate off your fingers?”

Ciel gasped, his eyes going wide in surprise and cheeks blooming with guilt. He had been caught, but how?! He was sure nobody saw him take the chocolate from the kitchen, Bard was napping in the pantry and Sebastian was outside speaking with Mey-Rin and Finny! Even Tanaka was occupied, engrossed in a book in the library.

Sebastian suddenly pulled his handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the smallest spot on the corner of Ciel’s mouth. It came back stained with chocolate.

“Daddy I-” Ciel hastily tried to defend himself but was cut off by Sebastian sweeping the guilty boy off the ground and striding into the master bedroom.

“I believe I have heard quite enough of your lies today little boy. Now, it is time to face your actions.” Said the butler, placing Ciel on his feet right in front of the dreaded corner. He was still facing away, but he knew it wouldn’t be for long.

“No Daddy I-“

Sebastian cut him off; “Now. You are going to tell me all of the rules you broke today, right now. I’m quite done with your little game.”

Sebastian always managed to look so stern and authoritative as a caregiver, but never intimidating. Ciel never felt scared of Sebastian, even when he felt his smallest or when Sebastian was handing out punishments. His Daddy was not mean or cruel, he would never hurt him. As a caregiver, he would only discipline him and guide him. As he stood small in front of the man, that was his only reassurance, as he was admitting to his crimes. He would try to run or lie again though, because, underneath all his brattiness, he hated the idea that Sebastian might be disappointed with him, he still wanted to be good.

“I...I lied. And I locked the door. And...And I stole chocolate from the kitchen.” He mumbled the whole way through, but Sebastian heard him just fine.

“And what did you lie about?” Sebastian prodded. Ciel took back all his earlier thoughts, his Daddy is cruel.

“I lied ‘bout why I was washing my hands...an’ I lied that I was feeling big...and...and-” He stuttered and mumbled, the regret and guilt were heavy on his shoulders now.

“Okay, that’s enough. Thank you for now telling me the truth.” Sebastian said, smiling just a touch at the adorable little ‘you’re welcome’ Ciel breathed. His smile dropped and then it was time to dole out the consequences.

“You’ll have 5 minutes in time out for all the lying, and no dessert after dinner tonight. I think you have had quite enough sweets today.”

Ciel barely suppressed a long whine at the idea of losing desert, 2 measly squares of chocolate certainly would not have compared to whatever extravagant dessert his caregiver would have prepared that night. Before he could make his displeasure known beyond the pout of his lip, he was gently turned around and tucked into the corner.

“5 minutes young man. I’ll be right here to tell you when it’s over. Sebastian said, and Ciel could hear him settle on the footstool beyond Ciel’s bed. A small comfort that they both knew the little needed, having Sebastian leave the room would just kick the boy’s anxiety and guilt into full speed either resulting in him working himself into a nice tantrum, or send him into a sobbing mess of toddler and panic.

Ciel hates time-outs. He hates staring at the stupid wallpaper in the corner and he hates that he’s not allowed to have any toys or talk or anything. He just has to stand there. Sebastian explained that he was there to think about his actions the first time, and every time he spent the first minute trying not to think about exactly that out of spite. By minute 3 his wrongdoings were the only thing on his mind. At that point, he was feeling rather ready to be out of the corner and properly chastised in his opinion.

“Daddy?” he asked in a watery tone. He wouldn’t shed a tear, but he could certainly use comforting.

“Two more minutes, Lovely” Sebastian said softly.

His kind tone only made Ciel feel worse as he quieted down and went back to studying the wall. There wasn’t even a chip out of place, Sebastian kept everything so pristine. Nothing to occupy his mind but what he did wrong. It was a long two minutes before Sebastian stood and turned him back.

“All done Daddy?” Ciel whimpered.

“All done Darling, you did splendidly,” Sebastian said, stroking the boy’s chubby cheek. With another wordless whimper, the boy collapsed into Sebastian’s arms to silently revel in the comfort. His caregiver lifted him with ease and carried them to the rocking chair, whispering to the little boy about “What a good boy you are, taking your time out so well. My perfect little master…”

After 5 more minutes of comforting the silently sad boy, he lifted his little blue head. “I’m sorry I was bad Daddy.” He whispered.

“Oh, little love.” Sebastian pushed his hair back to see the matching lilac-colored eye next to the beautiful sapphire one. “You were not bad, just a little naughty. All is forgiven now.”

The boy nodded before cuddling back into his Daddy’s warm arms.

“But still no Dessert?”

Sebastian chuckled. “Still no Dessert baby boy.”

#black butler agere #little!ciel #caregiver!sebastian #daddy!sebastian #agere fic #I might change the title later I’m not sure yet

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