A/N: Ugh guys I'm so sorry for the super super late update. I'm an ass haha, but I feel like my life is slowly getting better and better:) I would like to dedicate this chapter to SweaterWeather_Harry because she's always by my side and makes me the happiest dumb ass in the world. Ilysm, and happy reading Abductees! x M.
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MARVIN GAYE by CHARLIE PUTH FT. MEGHAN TRAINOR
***WARNING: SEXUAL CONTENT, HIGHLY 13+ GET A BUCKET OF HOLY WATER READY LMAO***
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C A R O L I N E
February.
From what we've been observing for nearly two months or so, Louis and Gracie are inseparable. They have this special, unbreakable bond not even Eleanor could get in the way of. Louis has told us about times where Gracie would cry in the middle of the night but wouldn't stop if Eleanor tried to soothe her. One time, Gracie cried for an hour straight but stopped immediately when Louis rocked her back to sleep.
Their relationship is worthy of envy.
The three of them had left to go back to their home in Courageous since they got the news that the kingdom was slowly unraveling from the lockdown mode. However, it still isn't safe for Harry and I to go back.
Today is the first of February- Harry's twenty-third birthday. Since Lucy's house is in Mightera's territory, I couldn't by him a gift. I feel terrible, yes, but the least I could do is make him his favourite strawberry shortcake. I am frosting the cake when Lucy arrives into the kitchen.
"Hey girl, whatcha doing?" She asks curiously, glancing over at the cake.
"It's Harry's birthday today, so I'm making him a birthday cake." I tell her, laying pieces of sliced strawberries carefully on top.
"Well of course, today would have been Marcel's birthday too." Lucy speaks slowly, playing with her nails as she looks down. Immediately I stop garnishing the cake and bring my head up.
"I- I'm sorry." I apologize, feeling bad for her.
"It's fine, there's no point in talking about something long gone anyways," Lucy explains, "But memories are a whole different story." A smile crosses her face as she says this.
"So what did you get Harry?" She shifts, taking strawberries from the bowl and placing them in a circular pattern on the cake as well.
"Err, I didn't get him anything."
Lucy blinks several times. "Nothing at all?"
"Well...nothing expect for this cake." I tell her, feeling a bit embarrassed that I couldn't get Harry anything for his birthday. He had done so much for me on mine; the vivid memories reside deep inside my head. The scavenger hunt he had arranged was amazing and with that he also bought me numerous gifts. This is the least I could give him.
"Girl, he needs more. He just needs one experience where you blow his mind and rock his whole world." Lucy has a coy look on her face. She strolls over to the far cabinet and pulls out a stack of magazines. She shoves them in my hands, a knowing smirk prominent on her face.
"Seduce him."
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"Caroline?" I hear Harry's voice call to me as he stands at the bedroom door, curiosity in his voice. I don't respond; only standing in the direction of the window with my back turned. A red silk robe covers my body. I hear Harry slowly close the door and lock it, so I turn around to the same speed as well.
Looking at him with lusty eyes, I see his eyes widen when I drop the robe- leaving me stark naked and letting him see all of me. The robe pools at my ankles. "Happy birthday." The words come out breathlessly and Harry's crotch tightens.
"Are you seriously suggesting birthday sex?" He smirks slightly, his eyebrow raised. The cool air in the room hits my body, causing my nipples to harden. Harry's hooded eyes trail to them as I place my palm to the nape of his neck, rubbing it.
"Mm, you tell me." My warm breath fans against his ear, "Baby, I'm yours." Slowly I trail down to his jeans, getting on my knees and undoing his belt. Harry has a look of confusion on his face, spluttering incoherent words. I pull down his jeans along with his boxers, allowing them to rest at his shins.
"Ugh, what the hell Caroline, what are you- oh, fuck." He is cut off by me bravely taking him into my mouth. His head is thrown back in the direction of the ceiling, and his eyes are screwed shut as I bob my head up and down, repeating the actions written in the Cosmopolitan article.
Harry's soft moans and whimpers fill the room for a good three minutes or so. Gradually, they get louder and turn into grunts when I hollow my cheeks and suck harder. At one point, Harry tangles his fingers in my long, thick hair and thrusts his hips further into my mouth. Tears form at the corners of my eyes as I inhale and exhale slowly through my nose.
"F-Fuck uh." Harry's voice is raspy and deep as my name tumbles from his lips in soft sighs. I can tell by the way he squirms that he's close to reaching his high. Feeling his twitch, I pop my mouth off and look at him from under my eyelashes.
"What the fuck, Care, I was almost gonna-" He's in his vulnerable state right now, pleading with his eyes.
Immediately I push him and he falls back onto the mattress with a quiet thump. He hastes to kick off his remaining clothes and as soon as he does so, I straddle his waist. My lips attach onto his, catching his bottom lip in between my teeth. He moans against my mouth, raking his cold hands up and down my back. I break the kiss, my lips moving down to Harry's neck. He smells faintly of aftershave. Once I find his sweet spot, I suck there softly.
This man that I am deeply in love with is a work of art. He is the canvas in which I pour my pain and joy into. I enjoy admiring the way his lengthy brunette hair falls in his eyes when he makes love to me. A pleasant feeling rests deep inside my stomach when I watch the way his piercing green eyes screw shut in pure pleasure. I am tantalized by how his pink lips part slightly ajar when he is in the state where tomorrow means nothing anymore.
I'm just fascinated by this beautiful being.
"Shit, we need a condom." Harry runs his hands through his rippling hair as he blinks quickly. Resting my hands on his broad chest, I shake my head.
"I want to feel you skin to skin." That is all it takes for me to say before Harry smiles a little and nods.
"Okay babe." He tries to lift me off of him and place me down on the bed but I don't let him.
"No, Harry, it's your birthday. Just sit back." He looks at me with a confused look before chuckling. I tell him to lean against the headboard and he obliges. I sit on him again, facing him so that our eyes meet perfectly. His larges hands are gripping either sides of my waist and I gulp a little.
"I find it hot as fuck when you're in control." Harry whispers and I feel his hard on at my thigh. "You look nervous, why is that?" His fingers move my bangs away from my face.
"I'm not nervous." I lie, "I'll show you nervous." I grab him and slowly lower myself on to his crotch. Once he is in all the way, we both erupt with moans. The feeling is different and foreign to me. My body's automatic response is to roll my hips and Harry thrusts upwards to meet my actions.
"Fuck, Care, this is..." He grabs my hips and keeps me going as our eyes meet. My chest is heaving as soft mewls escape my lips.
"It feels so much deeper this way." I manage to croak out as I grind on him harder. His thrusts are more powerful, now pounding into me. We've never been this rough before.
"Bloody hell," Harry cups my breasts, breathing erratically, "You're so beautiful." After that, we are drawn silent by the sounds of our own pants and moans, embracing this wonderful intimate moment. Harry laces our fingers together, resting both our latched hands in the air. This is too much for me to handle at once so I fall limp over his body, burying my head in the crook of his neck as he continues to thrust into me, his stride never letting up.
I open my eyes to look at Harry; beads of sweat are rolling down his glowing skin, along with the moisture in his hair. Cradling his chin, I kiss him softly. He cups my bum and pulls me closer as I roll my hips harder.
"I-I'm so close, Care." His thrusts grow sloppy and his moans becoming throatier and throatier. I feel the same pressure in my stomach again, my moans also becoming pitchier. A while later, I hear him growl. "Fuck this, I want this to be our best and most memorable time."
Harry pulls out and quickly flips me over so that I'm under him. Truth is, I like it better when he's in control because I still need practice with being on top. He enters me again and thrusts into me at a terribly fast speed. All that falls out of my mouth is his name and pleasurable gasps. I look at him and his sweat is dripping into my hair as his hands clutch the headboard.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," He grunts as he pounds into me. I've never seen him this horny before. "I'm gonna..." A loud moan passes my lips as a wave of pleasure crashes over me and I unravel under him. Suddenly, there is a loud crack and I feel the two of us lower to a side. Harry holds onto my shoulders as I clutch his chest. His hair is dangling in my eyes as our eyes meet. It takes us a while before we realize what had happened. We breathe heavily.
"Oops." Harry finally says after a while and stares into my eyes with an awkward look on his face. His elbows hold his weight up on top of me. Our seriousness is gone when we both break out into a fit of hard laughs.
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"Luce, I swear we'll replace that headboard!" Harry is currently trying to convince Lucy that we'd pay for the broken headboard. She stands near the kitchen counter, her arms folded across her chest and an unpleasant look on her face.
"Okay," Lucy says before looking out the kitchen doorway as if she's looking to see that someone isn't there. "But you guys are some kinky little shits."
Good thing Niall went out to buy groceries.
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Two weeks later and I'm hunched over the toilet bowl, puking like its the end of the world at five in the morning. Harry is holding my hair out of my face and rubbing my back in soft circles, shirtless and in blue pyjama bottoms.
After I am done, I wash my mouth out at the sink and Harry hands me a towel.
"Care, I think it's a good idea if you take a pregnancy test." I look up as he says this.
Sure enough, I take a pregnancy test later on. Harry is standing outside the bathroom door. As soon as I swing the door open, he bounces off the wall and uncrossed his arm. I have the stick behind my back, biting the inside of my cheek to suppress my smiling.
"Well?" Harry asks, with a shy hope in his voice. I grin and nod, holding up the stick that reads positive. Harry cusses happily and picks me up, twirling me around.
"Hell yeah! I'm gonna be a dad!"