Glistening: a form of teleportation which when used, leaves a glistening contour of the body.

Yo I'm sorry the previous chapter was shit because of the language mistakes !! I did say it was unedited.

Pls read the A/N at the end guys !!

ANYWAYS ENJOY THE SMUT !!

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S.E. // The 7th Supreme

  After a few minutes of getting over the fact that my daughter just had to walk in as I was about to orgasm, preventing me from actually doing so, I got up. Tugging my shorts back up my legs, I turned the TV off and teleported upstairs. When I appeared by the staircase, I spotted Harry chasing the dogs out of Cleo's room, waving his hands around while they rushed out of the room. Once they were all out, he closed the door behind him. His gaze landed on me eventually when one of the dogs began jumping up, pawing me.

   "I was eating something sweet? Really, Harry?" I questioned him with arched brows, unable to smile when he grinned cheekily, chuckling.

   "What?" he defended himself as I shooed the dogs away, telling them to head to their beds downstairs. "My daughter asked me a question, so I answered it."

   "Our daughter almost walked in on us," I snapped back lightly, in a playful tone walking towards the bedroom with him following me. "I just wanna help you wind down, he said. They're asleep! He said," I muttered under my breath while he curled his arms around my waist and shuffled behind along with me into the room.

   "I'm sorry, Petal," he whined with a pout, peppering kisses over my cheek as I tried to push him away in order to change. "Hey, if you're still wet we could-"

   "The mood has been killed, Harry," I interrupted him, patting his cheek as he finally let me go.

  Turning away from him, I tugged my t-shirt over my head and removed my shorts. I realized that his gaze had fallen upon me, searing into my skin as I continued changing, unhooking my bra from around my back and letting it fall to the ground. I didn't turn around, simply reaching grabbing a large baggy t-shirt that was lying around and tugging it on.

  When I turned around, I found Harry gazing at me with a dark lustful look in his eye, lower lip caught between his teeth as he stood there. His face held slight irritation, making me smirk knowingly because my actions had clearly aroused him. I stepped forwards, sliding my hands up his bare chest and linking them behind his neck. His hands grasped my hips and pulled me closer, forehead touching mine lightly as he leaned in close to kiss me. But he didn't, simply hovering his lips over mine and speaking.

   "You're such a fucking tease," he murmured lowly to me, causing me to grin with laughter rumbling in my chest.

   "I have no idea what you're talking about," I mumbled with a playful smile, making him roll his eyes, unable to contain his smile as his tongue ran along the inside of his cheek.

  As we crawled into bed, Harry began questioning me on how I had quickly gotten over the fact that I didn't have my 'mind-shattering orgasm' because our daughter walked in. I told him that I told myself he'll make it up to me another time, making him immediately jump at the opportunity, insisting that I sit on his face right then. He seemed utterly horny and unfortunately, not sleepy.

   "Sage."

   "Harry, go to fucking sleep," I murmured with a grumble, feeling him spoon me with a tiny whine.

   "I wanna do something," he murmured quietly, placing his lips on my neck and kissing the skin softly and slowly.

   "How about sleeping?"

   "Not that," he pinched my ass, making me yelp and turn around with a tight frown on my face.

  As soon as our gazes locked, he grabbed the waistband of my panties, pulling it out and shoving his hand down and dragging his fingers up my still soaking sex. My jaw dropped and body stiffened at his actions, making a smirk drawl onto his lips as he pulled his hand out and slip his fingers into his mouth.

   "You're still pretty wet," he hummed in response, suddenly pulling the covers over his head and disappearing under.

   "Harry what the fuck," I began to say before I realized what he was trying to do, tugging my panties down my legs as I saw the outline of his large figure shuffling underneath the sheets.

   "Why you little shi-shit," I gasped when his tongue dragged up my slick pussy.

  My hand grabbed the back of his head, my eyes screwing shut with a soft, shaky moan escaping my lips when he groaned deep in his throat, placing a sloppy, noisy kiss on my clît.

   "I can't even describe how much I missed eating your-"

   "Shhh," I murmured in response, pushing his face back down.

  Pulling the sheets over his head to reveal him, I felt myself clench at the sight. He lay between my parted legs, ring-clad fingers holding my thick thighs back, eyes closed with his long lashes touching the tops of his cheeks with the bottom half of his face buried into me. A strand of his hair fell between his eyes as he fluttered them shut while parting his wet, swollen lips, sharp jaw accentuating as he dragged his pink tongue up my soaking heat.

   "Harry," I moaned deeply, head rolling to the side as eyes squeezed shut.

  I felt his tongue glide through my wet folds, his hand coming up to pull up the clit hood and drag the tip of the tongue back and forth below it. My body was flushing continuously with heat and pleasure, the feeling utterly overwhelming as I felt my breathing go shallow. He teased my clit with the tip of his tongue, circling it and flicking it. He then pressed his lips against the ones down there, and moved his tongue, practically making out with it.

   "Grind against my tongue, Sage. Do it," he grunted, his words sending vibrations straight to my core as I gripped his hair tight and moved my hips.

  I felt his tongue slip into me, nose nudging my clit and driving me insane as his hands slipped up my body and pushed the t-shirt up. His large hands slid up the smooth skin of my stomach, grasping my breasts under the t-shirt and giving them a firm squeeze. The combination of his warm hands palming my chest, tongue tasting my slick walls and nose rubbing my clît continuously had me struggling for air, orgasm inching closer.

  His hands came down again, pushing my thighs back firmly so that my feet hovered in the air, raising his head to take a better look at my sex before he sat up. His fingers came down sharply and delivered a slap to my sex, causing me to gasp and jolt, then immediately pushing two fingers into me and fucking me. My jaw dropped at his sudden movements, wide eyes gazing up at him with tears of pleasure in them as he gazed back with an expression that made me want to cum.

  His eyebrows were pulled low over his pale, green eyes that were gleaming with lust; his pink lips wet and chin slightly glistening from my arousal clinging to it. As he fucked me with his fingers hard and fast, my hand reached up to wipe his mouth and chin then grabbing the nape of his neck with my clean hand and pulling him down to kiss me. But I could barely keep up with the kiss, feeling his tongue roll against mine as I panted heavily.

   "Are you going to cum for me, baby girl?" Harry breathed against my lips, the corners of them curling into a smirk. "Hmm?" he questioned, stroking my clit with his thumb.

   "Harry," I cried with a gasp as he pulled up, kneeling between my legs.

  One of his hands gripped my hip tightly, thumb digging into the skin near my hipbone as my thighs parted further. His fingers hit my sweet spot continuously, slick, wet noises filling up the air as he slammed his fingers into me. At one point, his fingers sunk impossibly deep into me until my clit touched his cold rings, causing me to gasp when the action made me hit my high.

  Soft moans tumbled from my lips as my back arched, feeling the pressure at the pit of my stomach finally explode. My body jolted and twitched as I went through my high, Harry sitting back between my legs and continuing his actions, helping me through my high. My eyes fluttered shut as I panted heavily with flushed cheeks, body flopping back down on the bed as I came down from my high slowly.

   "I've never seen you cum this hard," I heard Harry's voice speak up, my eyes snapping open and noticing the smirk drawled onto his lips.

  Pushing myself up a little, I gazed between my legs where Harry was still leaning before feeling my cheeks flush and eyes widen. His fingers were heavily coated with my release, right up to his palm. When my gaze flickered to the bed, my cheeks reddened when I noticed how my release had coated my inner thighs and stained the sheets. I dropped back down the bed with a groan, hearing Harry rumble with laughter before I heard slurping noises. He was probably licking his fingers as per usual.

   "It's been a while okay?" I snapped lightly and playfully when he came to lay by my side with a big grin on his face.

   "Mhmm," he nudged his nose against my cheek, then kissing it before I turned to kiss him firmly before cleaning up. But after a few seconds of making out, he broke the kiss to murmur a few words against my lips in a low voice.

   "I can't wait for you to cum on my cock like that."

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H.S. // 6 Man

   "But I don't know how to bake, Cleo."

   "That's why you have me!" Cleo said as I lifted her into the air, her tiny arms reaching into the cupboard that was way to high for her to reach.

   "Mama's gonna get mad if we make a mess," I said cautiously, setting her down on the floor when she had managed to grab a container of self-raising flour.

   "Then don't make a mess," Cleo responded, then waddling away like a duck to find other ingredients.

   "So, what are we making?" I questioned as she handed me ingredients one by one. I set them on the kitchen island, wondering how on earth she remembered the ingredients for whatever we were going to make.

   "Triple chocolate cookies!" Cleo exclaimed loudly, clapping her hands excitedly while I grinned down at her, although I was quite anxious.

   "Can't we make something easier? Like, a milkshake or something?"

   "But these are mama's favorite cookies," she said with a pout, her wide green eyes gazing at me innocently.

   "But why are we making mama cookies?" I frowned in confusion, wondering if today was a special day of some sort. "Is it mother's day?"

   "No, silly!" she giggled as I hoisted her up onto one of the stools because everything was too high for her to reach. "We're making cookies for mama because we love her."

  My heart swelled up in my chest at Cleo's words, making a grin grow on my lips as I chuckled at how fucking adorable she was. Ducking down, I kissed her forehead making her giggle and grin. We found Sage's recipe book, locating the page for the 'Triple Chocolate Cookies' and began baking.

   "How on earth do you mix this?" I gaped, stabbing the huge piece of butter that lay in the middle of the sugar in the bowl.

   "Daddy, you were supposed to cut the butter into squares!" she exclaimed, looking up from the bowl of chocolate squares where she was breaking bars of Cadbury.

   "Why do that?" I questioned with a frown.

   "It's easier to mix with the turning thingy!" she told me, making me frown in confusion, wondering what she meant by the 'turning thingy'.

   "Turning thingy?" I asked, making her sigh, turning and jumping off the stool and pointing at a big copper-colored machine with a bowl and a huge whisk inside of it. "A kitchen aid," I read the label on it.

  After transferring the measured out butter and sugar into the kitchen aid bowl, and mixing those together, I got Cleo to pour in the dry ingredients that were the self-raising flour and cocoa powder. As soon as I turned on the kitchen aid, a huge cloud of powder emerged from the bowl, most of it wafting into the air as Cleo let out a gasp and I began coughing, flapping my hands around.

   "Shit," I cursed in annoyance, wishing I didn't pour in all the dry ingredients and instead did it gradually. I then turned to my right, spotting Cleo gazing at me with wide eyes.

   "Shit!" she laughed with a grin, making me widen my eyes and shake my head.

   "Do not say that word again, Cleo," I warned her, pointing a finger at her while she snapped her mouth shut. "Mama will kill me for that."

   "It's okay! We can blame it on Atti!" she said with a grin, making me snort and nod in response.

    "That's my girl!"

  Once we had all the wet and dry ingredients mixed in, forming the cookie dough, we decided to add in the chunks of chocolate. While we broke apart the bars of Cadbury and Lindt, putting the squares into separate bowls. Cleo and I talked for a bit about Sage.

   "Mama always tells me to be kind and spread love," she told me, cheekily popping a white chocolate square into her mouth.

   "That's lovely, Cleo. Mama's right," I said with a smile, adding some of the chocolate squares into the cookie dough. "What other things has she taught you?"

   "Love yourself," she said with a grin. "And that everyone is beautiful. Have fun. Ask more questions about everything, and talk about yourself less. Be selfless."

   "Wow, baby," I murmured in response, finding this unexpected for some reason. "Do you know what Mama means by those things?"

   "Of course, it's not that hard," Cleo said, making me chuckle.

   "Well, those are very simple but valuable lessons."

   "Yeah, Mama always tells me that and much more," she said, sticking in a couple of chocolate pieces. We now moved onto creating the cookies out of the dough. "Mama is the best mama in the whole wide world."

   "She really is," I grinned in response.

   "She's pretty, and nice, and cuddly," Cleo went on talking about Sage with the biggest grin on her face. "I love mama."

   "I love her too, Cleo," I murmured ever so quietly under my breath, but she heard, looking at me with a bright grin on her face.

   "Why do you love mama, daddy?" she asked me curiously as she rolled a fairly sized ball of dough in her hands before patting it to flatten it a bit.

   "Well," I said with a sigh, looking up to the left as I pondered a bit. "She's so beautiful, just like you," I told her, making her smile. "And...she's strong, very strong."

   "Tough! Like a bear!" Cleo exclaimed loudly. "Mon ours!"

  I grinned and nodded in agreement, loving the cute nicknames Sage and Cleo have given each other. Sage was the bear and Cleo was the teddy bear, whereas I was too late and didn't have a specific nickname.

   "A big, strong, loving, cuddly bear!" Cleo continued to say, making me chuckle heartily with a grin that never seemed to disappear when I was with Cleo. "What else, daddy?"

   "Your mama makes me very happy, Cleo. Happier than I have ever been in my entire life," I told her honestly as I looked down at my hands while setting down another cookie on the baking tray. "You make me happy too, baby."

   "Aw, daddy," she grinned widely, gesturing for me to lower my head. As I did so, she reached up and pecked my cheek adorably. "What else do you love about mama?" she kept on asking.

   "She makes me smile, she makes me laugh, she makes them butterflies flutter in my stomach."

   "But you already have a butterfly on your tummy," Cleo said with a frown, making me chuckle hard and shake my head.

   "No, baby. It was just an expression," I told her making her frown in confusion before shrugging and saying something.

   "We're lucky to have mama, aren't we daddy?" she asked with that adorable smile of hers, her words making my heart tighten in my chest.

   "Very lucky, baby," I nodded in response.

   "I wanna be just like her," she said as I popped the cookies into the oven and closed it shut.

   "I'm sure you will, Cleo. You'll be just as beautiful, and kind, and strong. Just like your amazing mama," I said as I lifted her up and kissed her cheek, making her laugh.

  "Mama and I are lucky to have you too, daddy," she said with a giggle with her tiny arms around my neck.

   "Aw baby I'm so lucky to have you and mama," I told her sincerely as I hugged her tight, feeling my freaking heart explode in my chest from her adorableness. "You two are my world."

   "I love you, daddy," she mumbled, her voice muffled from kissing my cheek as I actually felt myself tear up a little.

   "I love you, Cleo. So much," I whispered with a sniffle, feeling slightly embarrassed for tearing up.

  Soon enough, the timer went off for the cookies. We took them out and let them cool for about half an hour, while we spent some time painting outside since the weather was nice. Cleo had painted an adorable picture of her, Sage and I, portraying us as a big happy family. I told her I was going to frame it and put it up somewhere in our house because I loved it. After a few minutes of finishing up our paintings, Cleo's head snapped up and eyes widened before jumping up and darting around the house.

   "Mama's here!" she yelled with the dogs running beside her.

  I quickly followed them, worrying that she would trip and fall. By the time I reached the front of the house, I saw Sage lifting Cleo up into her arms with the biggest grin on her face. Cleo hugged her mother and kissed her cheek adorably before beginning to ramble about our day before I had approached them. Sage kissed Cleo's cheek firmly before pulling away and directing her gaze at me.

   "Hi, Petal," I greeted her, her gray eyes meeting mine as her lips stretched into a tiny smile.

  She parted her lips to greet me back, but Cleo quickly grabbed her attention by holding her face and whispering into her ear. Cleo glanced at me while doing that, a shy yet mischievous grin curling onto her pink, heart-shaped lips, then looking at her mother and making eye contact. They grinned at each other, before Sage walked over to me and pecked my cheek, catching me off-guard as my eyes widened in surprise.

   "Come on, let's go inside," she ticked her head towards the doorway, grinning at me while I stood there slightly stunned.

   "Y-Yeah sure," I nodded quickly once I snapped out of my daze, but Sage had already began walking away, chatting with Cleo.

   "Yo papi chulo," Atticus called out from behind. I turned back, locking my gaze on Atticus who was making all the shopping bags float in the air before waving his finger around and making them follow him as he walked through the gate.

   "Y'know," Atticus began to say as I walked alongside with him towards the front door. "You guys were pretty loud yesterday night, I was gonna barge in and tell y'all to shut the fuck up but I was too afraid I'd die from a cringe-attack."

   "Jesus, Atticus," I said with a groan, rolling my eyes to the back of my head. "We weren't even fucking."

   "Well whatever the fuck you were doing, I could hear it," he said, visibly cringing as he reminisced. "Which means Cleo can hear it too, but you're lucky she's a heavy sleeper."

   "God bless," I said sarcastically, stepping into the house and shutting the door behind Atticus once he followed through.

  I walked into the kitchen with Atticus where Cleo was presenting the cookies we made to Sage who let out a tiny gasp, a bright, wide grin curling onto her lips.

   "Aw, mon nounours, they look amazing! Did you make them with daddy?" she asked Cleo as they both picked up one and began biting into it. Cleo covered her mouth with her hand as she spoke since her mouth was full of food.

   "Yeah I did!" Cleo answered, puling her hand down and smiling wide. "Daddy, tell mama why we made them!" she made eye contact with me.

  Her bright green eyes glinted mischievously as she hinted at a specific answer. I frowned a little, wondering what on earth she wanted me to tell Sage, but then it dawned upon me. My own daughter was trying to help me rekindle my relationship with Sage when she didn't even know anything about what was going on between us.

  My eyes met Sage's gray curious ones as I spoke, watching them widen a little at my words.

   "We made them because we love you."

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➰ how da smut u guysssssss ??? I think there's like two chapters left until the epilogue ?? Still decided wtf to do honestly.

➰ I also wanted to thank those people who corrected the Spanish and French in the comments yesterday in a really nice and respectable way. I really appreciate that!

I'm just a bit salty because one person was being ridiculously rude about the mistakes I made in Spanish and that shit ain't cool.

She called me a pendeja like what.

Call me extra but this is how I roll

Until we meet again...

t.m.