Crushing: the power to surround an object or power with a force that ultimately squashes it.

double-updated with a long-ass smutty chapter cuz 200K yo!! Thank you babes ❤

I don't think people understood what happened at the end of the previous chapter. Sage saw a prophecy in chapter 17, which showed a bunch of images including one that was a baby in a cot, if you guys remember. so in the previous chapter, she saw that part come to life. it was a baby in a cot, so that part of the prophecy is already fulfilled. so whatever you guys said about her getting pregnant, re-evaluate that.

also if you guys said that as a reason for me throwing smut chapters at you; rethink that. most of you were right about the other reasons tho lmao, i don't think i have enough chapters for dedications but i'll dedicate to those who commented the correct reasons first and the ones who comment frequently.

loved writing this chapter 😫❤

enjoy xx

t.m.

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S.E // The 7th Supreme

A few days later

   "Sage?" 

  Harry's brows sloped down in confusion as soon as he opened his bedroom door. I simply walked in, wrapping my arms around his bare torso and hugging him tight. His arms quickly came around to hold me to him, kicking the door shut with his foot behind me as he hugged me back firmly. I let out a heavy sigh against his bare skin, loving the feeling of his strong arms wrapped around my body. They always made me feel so safe and loved.    

   "What's wrong, baby girl?" he asked me in his soft raspy voice, warm hand rubbing down the expanse of my back in a soothing manner.   

   "Just stressed is all," I told him quietly.

   "I just needed to see you," I told him, gazing up at him.    

   "You should've called me, I would've been at your place in a heartbeat."   

   "I know," I shook my head with a small smile dancing on my lips. "I just needed to get out of the house for a bit. Everyone's been on my back lately about The Saviors. It's giving me anxiety."   

   "Aw baby," he sympathized with a pout, leaning in to kiss my forehead. My eyes fluttered shut at the action, a smile etching upon my lips at the lovely feeling.  

  I nudged his jaw with my nose, making him grin a little, pulling his head down to allow his lips to hover over mine. My lips inched closer to kiss his, pouting when he pulled back with a cheeky grin, teeth tugging at his pink lower lip. Eventually, I caught his lips in a firm kiss, lips gently molding over his, my lower lip tucked between the gaps created my his own. He brought his hands back to cup my face gently, tilting his head to the side and pushing his lips firmer against mine.   

  I felt his lips part gently, tongue slipping out to drag lazily across my lower lip, making me part my own to allow his tongue to slide into my mouth. The kiss was slow and sensual, a content sigh escaping me and into the kiss as I felt all the stress and anxiety I have been feeling for the past few days disappear as I kissed him. My hands ran up his back, feeling his hot skin under the palms of my hands as his tongue rolled against mine heavily.   

  The kiss began getting heavy and messy, swollen lips parting to let our tongues collide in desperation as his hands messily grabbed at my waist while I tangled my fingers with his long hair. At the back of my mind, I used my telekinesis power to lock the door, feeling Harry let out a muffle chuckle at the sound of the lock clicking, evidently knowing why I did that. His hands began unbuttoning my jeans, pulling the zipper apart and pushing the material down my thick thighs. I shuffled out of them, somehow managing to keep our lips intact as I kicked my shoes off and stepped out of them. Harry then broke our kiss, only to tug my hoodie off my torso before joining our lips again.  

  We began walking backwards towards the bed, me again using my powers to shut the lights, only leaving the bedside lamp on to illuminate the room along with the moonlight that shone through his windows.   

  My hands slid down from Harry's hair, before shoving at his chest, pushing him back onto the bed where his heavy body bounced against the mattress. He gazed up at me with narrowed eyes, swollen lips in a pout as I kicked my shoes off and climbed onto the bed with a smirk. He clearly wanted to take charge tonight but I wasn't going to let him, at least not now. My gaze flickered down to the obvious outline of his hardened length in his basketball shorts, smirking as I lowered myself between his legs.   

  My lips left hot kisses over his length that was straining in his boxers, begging to be released. I peeled the band of them back, licking my lips at the swollen tip of his c.ock that peeked out, throbbing with pre-cum leaking out of it. My head dipped down to roll my wet tongue against the slit, causing Harry to suddenly grab my hair. I engulfed the head with my hot mouth, still leaving the rest of his boxers covering up the rest of his length except for the head. My cheeks hollowed out slightly as I sucked on the head, tongue darting out against the tip sharply, causing Harry's hips to twitch.   

   "I could get you to cum just by doing this," I murmured lowly, gaze flickering up to meet his.   

  He swallowed thickly with narrowed eyes, making me smirk once again and chuckle. As I lowered my head down to continue my actions, I was suddenly pulled back up by Harry's grip on my hair, causing me to inhale sharply at the sudden action. In one swift action, Harry's hands grabbed my arms and pulled me up onto his lap as he sat up. His lips smashed against mine as his hands went for my ass, squeezing the flesh roughly as we kissed heavily, my own hands diving into his hair, twisting the strands between my fingers.   

  Our lips broke away for a breath of air, foreheads pressed against each other's firmly as we took a second to breathe and slow down a bit. My eyes fluttered open, finding Harry already gazing at me in slight awe, as well as love. A tiny smile curled onto my lips, my hands sliding down from his hands to cup his cheeks. My thumb moved down to touch his lower lip, dragging across it and feeling the smooth, velvety curve of it under the pad of thumb. My heart fluttered when he puckered his lips against my thumb, kissing it sweetly. He then bit on it playfully, the corners of his lips curling upwards as he had my thumb caught between his pearly white teeth.   

  The amusing sight made me chuckle, pulling my thumb away and ducking down to kiss his lips again. My hands framed his face as he kissed my firmly, keeping the kiss simple by just molding our lips over one another's. We broke away when Harry wanted to speak, murmuring with his hot breath fanning against his lips.   

   "Let's take it slow tonight," he suggested, jade eyes flickering to meet my gaze.   

   "Slow?"   

   "Yeah, like proper love-making," he told me; his words making my cheeks flush a little.   

  I was still getting used to the concept of lovemaking. I just felt like we were always making love whenever we had sex. Or maybe some of the times we did have sex, it was just to satisfy our sexual needs, rather than to show each other how much love we had for one another. In that case, I nodded slowly, agreeing to his request. He shot me a smile, before gripping my waist firmly and joining our lips once again.  

  The kiss was still as messy and rough as before, but with much more fervor and love thrown into it. I could literally feel him pouring all his feelings into the kiss, love, desperation, and lust. I felt his hand creep up my bare back, before his fingers found the clasp and undid it. My bra was quickly discarded; my bare, soft chest quickly pressing against Harry's warm, firm one. Our noses bumped as we kissed, tongues rolling against each other's heavily while I felt Harry's hand move up the side of my body. The warmth of it on my body drove me insane, moaning softly into the kiss when I felt it cup my bare breast.  

  He squeezed my breast firmly, using his other hand to grab a handful of my ass at the same time while he kissed me hard. He ran his thumb over my dark, hardened nipple, making me whimper a little and grind down on him in desperation. His lips broke away from mine at the sudden action, breathing heavily as I gently rolled my hips again. His lips quickly attached to the side of my neck, hands squeezing my ass and pushed me onto his hardened length, making me grind on him again and again through the annoying restraints we still had on.    

   "Harry, baby, fuck me," I moaned breathlessly, eyes squeezing shut as my hands gripped his shoulders when I felt his hardened length nudge my clit through my panties. I just needed him inside of me, instead of continuing this torturous foreplay for on and on.   

  Luckily, he listened to me. Grabbing my hips and pinning me down to the mattress as his body came over mine, My panties and his boxers were quickly discarded as our lips met again for a messy, passionate kiss. My leg hooked onto Harry's waist, feeling the tip of his cock probe my slick entrance before slipping right in with such ease. Our kiss broke at the action, a shaky moan escaping both of us in unison as he pushed further into me until his cock was buried up till the hilt.   

  The pace was slow and sensual, Harry's hips moving perfectly and fluidly, cock rolling into me with every push of his hips. I felt myself becoming over-whelmed, always used to such rough, quick sex rather than it being slow and sensual, finding this pace and type more torturous and pleasuring. Harry was being so loving, murmuring words of adoration to me, half in English and half in Spanish while his lips would leave occasional kisses on my skin, hands roaming around my body continuously.    

   "Eres tan hermosa, mi amor," he whispered hoarsely into my ear, his deep raspy voice causing me to tighten my legs around his hips in response. You are so beautiful my love.   

   "Tan hermosa. Tan perfecta. Toda mía," he continued to say, his words making no sense to me, yet turning me on even more because of the way he said them. So sensual and full of love. So beautiful. So perfect. All mine.   

   "Pero no por mucho," he moaned softly against my lips, driving deep into me to a point where my thighs were shaking around his hips. But not for long.   

   "Harry, I love you," I said breathlessly, reaching up to kiss his lips. He gladly lowered his head, kissing me back fervently, our tongues colliding messily and not in rhythm due to our erratic breathing.   

   "Te amo, Sage," he responded back against my lips with a heavy grunt, his words making me smile because they were the only ones I understood. "I love you too baby, always." I love you, Sage.   

   "Tu es mon coeur et mon âme," I said to him in French, being true to every single word I said. You are my heart and my soul.   

  My eyes screwed shut when I felt Harry shifted his hips sharply, driving into me so impossibly deep, he hit that spot that made my thighs shake around his lean hips. He laced our fingers, pushing our joint hand back into the mattress and using it as leverage to hold himself up against me. He rolled his hips against mine, stomachs pressing together, pubic bone grinding against one another's. The soft bristles of his hairline that lead up to his member touched my c.lit when he pushed into me so deep, causing my body to shudder.  

  Harry untangled his fingers from mine. He then quickly flipped us over, making me hold the dominant position. My hands pressed against his lower stomach as I grinded down on his cock, letting out short, sharp breaths while doing so. Harry's warm hands ran over my breasts, squeezing the soft flesh before pinching one of my nipples. The action caused me inhale sharply, nails digging into his lower stomach as I pushed down on his cock as a response, earning a throaty groan from him.    

   "Baby, I'm close," he breathed heavily, before cursing softly. "Fuck. Te sientes tan bien." You feel so good.   

  He sat up all of a sudden, lips attaching to the skin of my neck as our bear chests pressed together. My cheek was pressed against his as I dug my nails in the skin of his back, moving my hips in rhythm with his as he fucked me slowly. He kept on whispering dirty things in Spanish to me, all of them making no sense whatsoever but turning me on nevertheless because of how he spoke them so sensually in a rough, breathless voice.   

   "Mi corazón, mi alma, mi todo," he murmured gruffly, leaving kisses between each pair of words on my jaw and neck before bringing his lips up to meet mine. My heart, my soul, my everything.   

   "Lo siento tanto mi amor. Por todo," he groaned heavily, his thrusts getting sloppy as I moaned deeply, twisting his curls between my fingers. I am so sorry my love. For everything.    

   "Harry," I cried in pleasure, feeling the pressure at the pit of my stomach begging to be released.   

  Harry rose up, kneeling on the bed while I interlocked my ankles behind his back, holding onto his as he held me up with his hands under my ass. With one final thrust into me, we both released at the same time. A shaky moan escaped me as I felt Harry fill me up with his orgasm, just as I came over his cock, hearing him groan deeply into my ear. We collapsed back onto the bed, my body on top of Harry's with his cock still buried deep inside of me. I fell to his side with a huff, eyes fluttered shut as I sucked in a deep breath, trying to come back down from my high.   

  After a few seconds passed, I opened my eyes again, feeling Harry's gaze fall upon me just as I did so. I turned to my side, smiling softly when I found Harry's dazed eyes gazing at me with utmost love. He inched a bit closer, leaning in to kiss my lips, making me do the same. Our lips met in a firm kiss, simple and innocent without tongue as we were too out of breath. Our lips separated with a 'quiet' pop, Harry's eyes searching for mine as a blissful smile stretched across his lips. He then parted them to speak again softly.   

   "Mi amor," he said, making me smile as my heart ached.   

   "Mon amour," I returned in French, making his grin widen before he pulled me into his side, wrapping his arms around my and kissing my forehead.   

   "I love you, Sage."   

   "I love you, Harry." 

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  I awoke to soft sheets and the morning light trickling through the gaps created between the unclosed curtains. A soft sigh escaped my lips as I felt Harry's arms tighten around my torso, his bare chest pressing against my back firmly. The curve of my thick body fit perfectly into his lean muscular one. His warm breath fanned against my neck where he had his face buried into, his quiet snores filling up my ears as he slept peacefully.  

  A smile etched upon my lips at our sleeping position, relaxing back into his body with a sigh. I found myself replaying last night in my head; smiling to myself at how different it seemed to the million other times Harry and I had sex. It just felt so much more intimate and special. Like he said, it was proper lovemaking. My cheeks flushed slightly when I thought about the way he would thrust into me heavily, hitting all the right spots as he'd tug on my hair and murmur dirty things to me in Spanish with that deep, husky voice of his.   

   "Morning, baby."  

  Harry's raspy voice brought me out of my thoughts, making me turn in his grip. He gazed at me through half-open eyes, cheeks slightly flushed, curls ruffled and lips extra pink and kissable. I reached out to push a lock of his hair back that was dangling on his forehead, running my fingers through the strands as I pushed it back. A lazy grin tugged at his lips, making him look utterly adorable and charming; his cute dimple popping out and adding extra cuteness to the whole look.   

   "Morning, Harry," I greeted him back with a small sigh.   

  I shifted backwards to lie on my back, immediately grimacing when I felt the slight ache I usually felt whenever Harry and I had sex. Harry noticed the familiar look of discomfort on my face, chuckling to himself while I shot him a small glare.   

   "Stop laughing."   

   "But it's funny."   

   "Maybe I'll bite your dick next time and we'll see who's laughing then."  

  He let out a loud laugh at that, shaking his head as his eyes squeezed shut. He rolled over to press his lips against my temple in a short kiss, murmuring a tiny 'sorry' that wasn't genuine at all before climbing off the bed and heading towards the bathroom. He came out all freshened up, telling me that he was going to go and check if any of his friends were at home. If no then we had the mansion all to ourselves. His lips touched my forehead in another loving kiss before he disappeared out of the bedroom, shutting the door behind him.   

  After a minute or so of checking the notifications on my phone, I climbed out of bed and stretched my arms over my head. After locating my panties and bra, I threw them on before entering Harry's bathroom. I did my business and found a new toothbrush to brush my teeth with, then leaving the bathroom right after. Harry still hadn't returned so I supposed I had to just sit and wait for him to come back. I haven't really met his other friends except for Jason and his brother Maximus of course. They just never seemed to be around whenever I came over, which I guess wasn't that often because it was always Harry who visited me.   

  I decided to crawl back under the covers, heading towards the bed before standing by the nightstand and picking my phone up for a second. I scowled in annoyance when I noticed it was at 5%, mentally scolding myself for allowing my phone to stoop that low. I turned around, trying to locate an iPhone charger in his room. I rolled my eyes when I found one after five minutes, noticing it was right near Harry's bedside table where I was previously standing by. Plugging it into my phone, I crouched down to turn the power on, pulling back as I did so.  

  A crumpled folded paper that peeked out slightly from under the bed, caught my eye. I frowned in curiosity, reaching out to pick it up, unfolding it as I stood up and sat on the bed slowly. It was a print out of an email between Harry and a man named Colton. My lips parted in confusion as my eyes scanned the subject of the email. List of Sage's powers. I felt an ominous feeling settle into the pit of my stomach as I read through the email, finding an incomplete list of my powers. My gaze flickered to the date this was sent, noticing that it was months before I had even met Harry.   

  My mind was in a state of confusion and worry, as well as fear. I swallowed thickly, feeling my hands tremble as I tried my hardest not to jump to conclusions, dropping to my knees once again and looking under the bed. I noticed a stack of papers sitting under it, my hand immediately reaching out to grab and pull it out. The printed-out email must've been a part of it. I stood up again, tossing it onto the bed and scrambling through it, spreading them all out to get a good look. What I saw had my heart falling in my chest and my breath shortening.   

   "Oh my god," I whispered, my hands coming up to cover my mouth as I felt myself tremble.  

  In front of me were papers filled with information about me. Pictures of my friends and family, as well as hand-written notes that looked just like Harry's handwriting. My heart was throbbing and I was hyperventilating. How could this happen? Hot tears pricked my eyes and blurred my vision as I picked up a photo that was hidden underneath a few papers. I inhaled sharply when I recognized it as a photo of my parents and I from when I was 19, a week or so before they died.   

  I felt my world falling apart, a whole wave of emotions washing over me as I dropped the photo, watching it fall back onto the stack of messy papers in slow motion. My mind was starting to fail as my breath began to shorten. My hands rose up, fingers sliding into my hair and tugging at the strands while I felt the tears streaming down my cheeks, teeth tugging harshly at my lower lip, enough to draw blood. Every look at each paper or photograph that sat on the bed had choked the breath out of my lungs and left my body dry-heaving. Yet I was somewhat in denial.   

   "H-He can't be," I kept on muttering to myself hysterically. "He wouldn't. He said he loves me," I whispered over and over again, hands frantically searching through the papers for more evidence to prove otherwise.  

  I came across an envelope, feeling that it was quite light but there was still something inside of it. My fingers were trembling violently at this rate, heart filled with this agonizing pain that made me want to let go of my powers and rage. The sound of my own pulse throbbing filled up my ears as my fingers finally closed around a ring, feeling the cool metal against the pads of my fingers. A knife was plunged into my gut, twisting sharply at the discovery. I pulled it out, the sight of it knocking the air out of my lungs for the hundredth time after the first when I saw the email.  

  It was the familiar black titanium ring that had the words Salvatores Vivat engraved into it. I let out a tiny sob at the sight of it. A sob because I was heartbroken and betrayed in the worst way possible. But then my eyes caught the sight of tiny writing on the inside of the ring. My breath hitched in my throat when I noticed that they were tally marks. But once I counted them, I felt myself falling apart. 6 tally marks.    

   "6 Man."  

  At that moment, I felt the paralyzing hurt spread through my body like icy liquid nitrogen. My throat going completely dry as my eyes were stung with tears, my knees threatening to buckle as the only thought I could formulate at the moment was that the man I loved was the man whom I feared for the last six years of my life. No further thoughts could be made because the sound of the door opening had me flying into a state of panic.   

   "Baby, no one's home-" I heard Harry's voice from behind me, his words pausing momentarily when he realized I wasn't facing him. "Sage?"   

   "You liar."

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Aaaaaaaaaand here comes the drama !!

HOW WAS THAT CHAPTER GUYS?

ok so I lied I didn't ENTIRELY love writing this chapter. the ending killed me.

Idk why but I found myself listening to the Beauty and the Beast theme song while writing the smutty part of this chapter. Idk it was just so beautiful and made me wanna cry ya feel?

Until we meet again...

t.m.