Prompts:
2. “What do you want me to say?”
5. “I love you, I just don’t like you very much right now.”
10. “Choose me.”
17. “And when were you planning on telling me this?”
Pairing: Taron Egerton x reader
A/N: This is a mix of three requests because they worked together really well for this idea I had and I feel like it still stays true to what each person wanted. Hope you enjoy and keep on requesting from my prompt list if you want more!
“I just can’t believe you’re finally back,” you say as you leave a trail of gentle kisses along your husband’s jawline. Taron holds you just that little bit tighter, relishing in this moment for all the bliss that it was.
It had been a long month for the both of you. Taron had been away promoting his new film, Rocketman, while you had stayed at home preparing for the release of your debut novel. Though you had managed to push back some meetings and work extra hard to allow for a few days off to join him for the premiere, you had still missed him sorely.
But now, Rocketman’s press tour had finally come to a close, and everything was organised for the biggest night of your career to date, your book launch tomorrow night. All you had to do now was try not to die of anxiety over the reception of the novel you had poured your heart and soul into for the past two years.
You had found loving on your husband to be a pretty good distraction since he had arrived home that morning.
You were supposed to be in the kitchen preparing dinner but somehow you had ended up sitting on the bench with your legs wrapped around Taron’s waist and your lips planted firmly on his. Not so firmly, however, that you could resist the urge to remove them and talk about your big night.
“God I‘m just so excited for tomorrow night,” you couldn’t contain the smile that crossed your face just thinking about it. “I’m so glad it worked with your press schedule, I don’t know what I would do without you there.”
“About that,” Taron began, making your blood turn cold immediately. “I’m really sorry darling but it turns out I actually can’t make it.”
“What?”
“Well, you know that part I auditioned for?” He took your nod as an indication to continue. “Well the director invited me to go to this party with him and a bunch of the producers, and my agent told me if I wanted the part I would have to go.”
“Well, why don’t you just go to the party after the launch? I’m sure you could make both, the party will probably run late right?” You attempted to reason with him.
“The party’s in LA,” he said so quietly if you weren’t in front of him you probably wouldn’t hear him. “I fly out tomorrow morning.”
“And when were you planning on telling me this?” You hop off the bench and walk a few steps away from him, wanting to get some distance between the two of you.
“I don’t know, now I guess?”
You scoffed at him, not believing what you were hearing.
“I still came home though didn’t I? I could’ve just gone straight to LA but I wanted to come home and see you before your book launch,” he gained a bit of confidence in what he was saying as he prepared to defend himself.
“Well aren’t you just Mr Considerate?” You stared him down hard, wanting him to feel the fire behind your eyes.
“Look I’m sorry okay? I really am. But this is my career we’re talking about. Would you want me to miss out on this part because of this?”
“Do you really think you would miss out on a part because you didn’t go to one shitty party?” You accused.
“Yes! It’s all about networking in this industry,” he justified. You just rolled your eyes, not even dignifying his bullshit with a response.
He sighed, exasperated, as though your reaction was not extremely well-warranted. For a moment, the two of you just stood in silence, Taron growing in agitation with each passing second you didn’t roll over and tell him his career was more important like you usually do in a situation like this. This time was different than all the others, it just was. He had never missed something this important to you. He knew just how nervous you were about this. Just how much you needed his support.
If his reasoning was more genuine, you would be 100% supportive. If he had a premiere, or a big interview, or an actual audition you would let him go without a shred of fight. You would wish him well and let him go on his merry way without complaint. But to miss the night you had building towards for the past two years, just for the opportunity to network with some people he had already auditioned for and clearly seemed like they wanted to give him the role? Perhaps you had given him too much leeway, and he was starting to lose sight of what was reasonable to ask of a spouse.
“What do you want me to say, babe?” Taron asked, breaking the silence. “I’m sorry that I’m chasing a job opportunity? I’m sorry that I’m trying to further my career? Well I’m not. I am sorry that I’m missing your big night but I think my reason is pretty valid don’t you?”
“No Taron. I don’t want you to say any of that. I want you to say, ‘The director invited me to a party, but I told him that I’ll be busy that night supporting my wife on one of the biggest nights of her career. We’re catching up for a lunch instead to discuss the role and the film further, one on one.’ Or I want you to say, ‘You’re right babe, you need me by your side tomorrow night, I’ll call him right now and tell him about the schedule mix up.’ I want you to say that you choose me, Taron.”
You allow your words to hang in the air for a moment, before concluding your spiel. “Not some networking bullshit for a role you have probably already secured.”
For a moment, you think you’ve broken through. You think you’ve allowed Taron to finally see sense and realise that the only person being is him. But you know you’ve misinterpreted the sorrowful look on his face when he says, “You can’t ask me to choose you over my career.”
“I’m not!” You know that you’re raising your voice now, more than you ever like to, but in this one moment, you just don’t care. “I’m asking you to make other arrangements, this one time! How many times have I worked my schedule around your filming schedules? Or your premieres? Do you know how many stupid fucking parties I’ve missed? How many meetings? I’ve never asked you to do the same. Not once. Because I’m your wife and it’s my job to be there when you need me. So please, please, do the same for me right now.”
“I’m sorry darling, I just can’t.”
Your eyes betray you and the first tear falls. “Right, well,” you state, your voice suddenly much quieter, “I guess that’s that then.” With that you turn on your heel and exit the kitchen, trying to conceal the tears that are now cascading freely down your face.
“Babe, come on…” Taron calls after you, but even he knows it’s a futile attempt.
You take the stairs up to your bedroom two at a time, desperately wanting privacy in this moment of heartache. It isn’t until you slam the bedroom door that you allow the sobs to break free.
It’s a couple hours later when Taron follows you up. You’re wrapped up in your favourite blanket, feigning sleep as you hear him attempt to repack his suitcase quietly. He made short work of it, simply trading the dirty laundry out for clean. It wasn’t long before he was in nothing but his briefs, crawling into bed next to you.
Despite your better judgement, you let him wrap his arms around you and hold you close to his chest. You two had spent a lot of time apart in recent months, and there was a deep ache in your chest knowing what little time you had left together had been wasted fighting. So even though you were perhaps the angriest you had ever been at him, you relished in his touch.
“I know you’re awake, babe,” he whispered.
You said nothing in return, just shuffled slightly to acknowledge that he was indeed correct.
“I love you,” he said, but you knew the admission for what it really was: a plea. He was asking you to give him an indication that things were okay. That even though he knew he had probably fucked up, things were not beyond repair. It was an unspoken tradition between the two of you since before you were married. Even if you were fighting, you would exchange ‘I love you’s.
“I love you, Taron. I just don’t like you very much right now.”
When awoke the next morning, Taron and his suitcase were gone. The only thing he had left behind was a note on your bedside table.
Y/N,
Good luck with your book launch tonight. I am so proud of you my love. I’m sorry about last night. I promise to be at every book launch from now on, and I just know there are many more to come.
All my love,
T x
You reread it three times before scrunching it up and throwing it across the room in a fit of rage. Normally you were a pretty evenly tempered person, but the immense stress and pressure the release of your novel brought was taking a toll on your composure.
Something you felt even more keenly, as you arrived at your book launch event that night. You were no longer behind closed doors, with the ability to dissolve into panic over how your book would be reviewed, or feel sorry for yourself for arriving to this event alone. No. Now you had to greet and entertain the wide array of guests you were hosting for tonight. Plaster on that fake smile as you made small talk with the journalists, critics and internet celebrities you needed to promote your novel.
“Where is that husband of yours tonight?” Asked probably the tenth person for the night, everyone wanting to rub elbows with the phenomenal actor surrounded by Oscar buzz.
“Away for work, unfortunately,” the false indifference coming easier to you now that you’ve had to tell so many people the same thing.
“Big night for him to be missing isn’t it?” The snooty journalist asked, clearly trying to sniff out some kind of celebrity gossip story.
You opened your mouth, trying to fabricate some kind of reply, when you heard his voice. “That’s why I’m not missing it.”
Your head snapped to the right and there he was. Your husband in a gorgeous grey suit, a bouquet of roses in hand, coloured exactly to match your book’s cover, and a smirk on his lips. “Sorry I’m late love, traffic was a killer.” He stepped forward and kissed your cheek, handing you the flowers.
Your expression quickly turned from being one of shock to extreme joy. “Sorry sir,” you turned to the journalist, giving him your first genuine smile of the evening. “But I’m going to excuse myself to have a moment alone with my husband.”
You grabbed his hand and led him to a private corner of the party, setting your roses down on the first surface you could find before turning and connecting your lips with his. He smiled into the kiss, knowing without a doubt in his mind that he had made the right choice.
After a moment you pulled away, but still held his face in your hands. “What happened to the party in LA?”
“I was literally ten minutes away from boarding my plane when it clicked how wrong I was. I thought about how hard you’ve worked the whole time I’ve known you to be an author. How much of your time and effort you’ve poured into this. How this is such a massive achievement for you, and as your husband I should be here with you in this moment,” he turned his head slightly, so he could press a kiss to your open palm. “So I got my luggage back and drove back home but you were already gone to get ready. So here I am, apology/congratulatory flowers in hand,” he grinned.
“And if you don’t get the role now?” A trickle of guilt hit your spine. You didn’t want to be the reason he missed out on an amazing opportunity.
“If I have to become a thoughtless prick of a husband to get that role then it isn’t worth it,” his eyes pierced yours. “The greatest role of my life is being your husband. I’m not going to let anything fuck that up. Least of all myself.”
“I love you so much,” you spoke softly, trying not to allow anymore tears to spill, whether they be happy or not.
“And I love you,” he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Now come on, let’s go celebrate you and your amazing book.”
I was thinking that maybe it's around Christmas and Taron comes home and surprises his wife and daughter after telling them that he won't be able to come home for Christmas this year. I was also thinking that maybe the reader could have just given birth or something and this is the first time he gets to meet his newborn son or daughter?
You sat at your desk dreading the email that was about to come any minute now. The email that could be filled with bad news- and it was.
“Hello my love, I tried my hardest to be able to come home for Christmas, but it doesn’t seem as it is going to happen. I miss you and my little girl so very badly, and I can't wait to meet the new little one who I assume has been born since the last we talked, and I’m so sorry it isn’t going to be on Christmas. Please don’t be upset dear, I tried my best. Let Y/D/N down easy please. I love you so much and I will be home as soon as I can. -Taron Egerton”
You read his email with teary eyes, you didn’t want to be upset, you knew Taron already felt bad enough for not being able to make it home, and you definitely didn’t want to be crying when you told your daughter. You wanted to be strong for Taron and your kids, but it’s so hard with Taron not being home. He’ll miss the opportunity to watch the light in his daughter's eyes as she opens her gifts, the wonderful dinner, and worst of all, he’ll miss his sons first Christmas. All of these thoughts just made the tears flow worse, you were broken hearted, and your poor daughter was too.
“What do you mean Daddy won’t be home for Christmas?” her little lip curls and her eyes blink as they fill with tears. You hugged her tightly as she cried into your shoulder, saying anything you could think of to try and make her feel better. You rubbed her back and held her close, “I know you’re upset sweetie, but we will still have an awesome Christmas. You’ll get so many new toys and amazing presents!” you say cheerfully but she just sobs harder. “I don’t want any presents, I want Daddy home!” she yelled with tears flowing down your face.
You all wanted him home, and as much as you tried to hide it, it was hard being alone this year. Nothing felt the same, the gift wrapping was quiet. No one with you to help or make you laugh like Taron did. Even decorating, which was your favorite part, just felt off. The whole house felt off without Taron there being silly and putting a smile on your faces. You just prayed for a Christmas miracle as you lay your head down on your pillow to go to sleep, and about 8 hours later, you received.
You rolled out of bed on Christmas morning, and to your surprise your daughter was still sleeping, so you walk down the stairs half asleep to make a cup of coffee.
“Merry Christmas baby” you hear at the bottom of your steps, not realizing it at first because you aren’t fully awake. “Merry Christmas-“ you say sleepily before opening your eyes and looking clearly. “Oh my god Taron!” You run down the stairs and jump in his arms as he hugs you tightly. “How are you home?” You ask in complete shock.
“That’s for me to know, consider myself a Christmas present because I didn’t have time to go to the store and shop” he laughs. “You’re the best present a girl could ever get, now come on, let’s wake the kids” you smile and lead him up the stairs.
“Seems to me that Santa came and if you don’t wake up I’ll have to play with all your new toys by myself” Taron says waking up your daughter who immediately leapt out of bed and into a huge hug with him, to which Taron picked her up, “these present aren’t going to open themselves, let’s go!” And he begins running down the stairs with her.
You went into your newborn child’s bedroom and picked him up, “looks like daddy forgot about this little present with all the Christmas excitement going on” you kissed his little nose and began walking downstairs, watching Taron and her begin to open gifts.
“This little boy is very offended you forgot about him, he’s the biggest gift of all!” You laugh and tease as Taron’s eyes light up.
He stands up and walks over to you and his new son, “he’s beautiful” Taron takes him out of your arms and smiles, tears coming to his eyes at the sight of his new son, before getting cut off but my your daughter excitedly yelling for you guys to come back and open presents.
“Now there’s the girl I know and love, she’s been down lately since she found out you couldn’t be here but this really is gonna help her, you being back” you tell Taron as she opens her new toys. “It’s gonna help all of us gain back our Christmas spirit” you smile as the four of you sit down around the tree, Taron holding his new son tight in his arms. You all laughing and opening presents, enjoying every minute you’re getting to spend with Taron as a family.
“Maybe Christmas miracles do happen after all” you think to yourself after the last of the presents have been opened, Taron still being the best gift of them all.
You're excited about a new audition.
It's a lot of work, but if you wanna be as successful as Taron, you know the way you need to approach it.
You haven't heard from Taron in two days, but you figure he is busy, with press, and interviews after the success of Rocketman.
You try to focus on your audition, but you have an unsatisfying feeling in your stomach, that something is just not right.
You put it to the back of your mind, as you absolutely nail the audition. You check your phone afterwards,
and you are surprised you still haven't heard from Taron.
"Maybe he's just busy" you think to yourself as you shove your phone back into your pocket.
You have definitely got the role the director says as he shakes your hand. After an amazing audition you head to the lockers,
to grab your clothes to change. You grab your phone and check if you've missed any txts or calls from Taron,
but again.. Nothing. You decide to txt him.
"Hey haven't heard from you in like two days, is everything ok"?
He finally answers a few hours later, "Ah sorry, been busy".
You are slightly confused at his response as he's NEVER been too busy to answer your txts, and it seemed like a lame excuse.
"Oh ok". You reply, and decide to drop past his place on the way home, to find out why he's a little distant.
You rock up at his place, and as you get closer to his door, you can hear a woman moaning.
You think to yourself, he must be watching a movie.
You stay still at his door, and all of a sudden you hear the woman scream out Taron's name.
You are absolutely shocked, as you hurriedly run to the elevator.
"How could I be so stupid to think he really wanted me"
you think as you recognise the woman's voice is none other than his ex girlfriend.
You go home and curl up in a ball and cry yourself to sleep.
You throw yourself into work and concentrate on that only.
Taron has been texting you non stop for three days, but you can't bring yourself to answer him.
"What's going on"?
"I miss you"
"Please reply"
"Have I done something wrong"?
"Is he fucking kidding me"!
You don't reply to any of his txts and focus on your job.
You finish filming quite late that afternoon and all you want to do is go home and have a massive bubble bath and relax.
Just as you step out of the bath, you hear a knock at your door. You quickly grab your bathrobe,
wrap it around yourself and head towards the front door.
You look through the peephole and Taron is standing on the other side.
"What the fuck do you want Taron"?"Just leave me alone"!
He seems confused at your response and says, "please open the door, I don't know what I've done".
"I came by your place three days ago and I fucking heard your ex moaning as you were obviously catching up on old times".
"Just fuck off Taron". You hear him say "oh fuck" through the door.
"I'm so sorry, please let me in so I can explain".
"Explain what? That you were fucking your ex cause you're clearly not over her? "
you say as you start to feel the tears spring in your eyes.
"Please open the door" he begs.
You open the door after you have composed yourself, so he doesn't see you crying.
"What do you want Taron"? "Can I come in? I need to explain".
You've got 3 minutes as you open the door wider and he stands there, as you leave the door ajar,
cause you know you will just kick him back out again. "Look, I'm so sorry, I can't change what I've done. I was at the pub,
had way too many beers and she just showed up. She said she missed me and wanted me back.
One thing led to another and before I knew it, we were back at my place.
I was drunk, but I realise its you that I want, not her.
"You're 3 minutes are up" as you open the front door.
He turns to leave, and you close the door bursting into tears.
A few weeks pass, as you throw yourself into work, but not a day goes by where Taron has not txt or rang you.
"Please talk to me, I love you and miss you so much".
You have a few drinks one night and decide to txt him back.
"Why should I believe you when I thought we had something special?" His reply was instant.
"You have no idea how sorry I am, it will never happen again and I've realised that our love is genuine
Ive never loved anyone as much as I love you"
"So why did you do it Taron"? "I feel like my heart is broken." you txt back, wiping away your tears.
"I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you if you give me another chance." he txts.
As you were about to reply, you heard a knock at the door.
You open it to find Taron standing there with tears in his eyes, completely saturated from the storm,
that has been raging outside for hours.
"I'm so sorry, please don't throw away what we have over a stupid mistake".
"How long have you been out here?" But he doesn't respond, and he can't even look at you.
"Get inside before you catch a cold". He says nothing and steps inside.
He's shivering as he stands there silent, and you remove his coat.
"Go and jump in the shower, and I'll put your clothes in the dryer." But he just stands there unable to move,
so you grab his hand and lead him towards the bathroom.
You start to strip off his clothes as he lifts his arms up. You remove his shirt.
"Fuck, what a sight." You pull yourself out of your filthy imagination, as you start to remove his jeans.
You realise he's slightly aroused from you undressing him, and you try to ignore it as best as you can.
You get down to his boxers, and slowly peel them from his body.
He takes a sharp intake of breath, as you accidentally brush against him while trying to get them down.
You leave him to it, while you grab out a fresh towel for him, and hang it up on the hook next to the shower, and leave the bathroom.
The water stops, and you wait a while so he can dry himself off, and wrap the towel around his waist.
You enter the bathroom, and it's honestly a fucking beautiful sight, as the water is still dripping down on his chest from his wet hair.
He still hasn't looked up at you, and you get another towel, move closer to him and start to rub his hair dry.
He closes his eyes as he enjoys the closeness. After you've dried his hair, he finally looks up at you, with tears in his eyes,
and he whispers "I'm so sorry" Your heart is breaking as you know he really means it.
Let's not talk about it now. You grab his hand and lead him towards your bedroom.
You pull back the sheets and he lays down next to you.
You've missed him so much, but you don't know how to react at the moment. You grab the sheets and wrap them around you both.
He turns over to face you, and places a delicate kiss to your cheek.
"Go to sleep Taron" he turns back onto his back and eventually drifts off to sleep.
You wake up a few hours later, Taron's still asleep, as you try and find your phone to check the time,
it's 2am and you notice his towel is on the floor.
You are a little turned on, he is fully naked in your bed, and the image of him from the bathroom enters your head.
You turn over to face him, and he looks so gorgeous while he's sleeping. You lightly trace his jawline with your finger
then over his perfectly shaped lips. You lean over and place your lips on his.
His eyes remain closed as he kisses you back softly. His arm wraps around your waist and he pulls you closer to him.
You've missed his arms around you, and you kiss him again, a little deeper this time and he opens his eyes
as you slip your tounge into his mouth.
He moans and lifts himself up over you. You look up into his green eyes, which were now dark with lust,
as he brushes your cheek with his thumb. You reach between your bodies as you undo the knot on your bathrobe and open your legs.
No words were said, but he knows what you want. He slowly enters you, you both groan.
He stays still for a bit to make sure you want this as much as he does. You lift your hips up and he starts to thrust inside you.
You get lost in the moment, he always knows how to make you feel good.
He's kissing all the way down your neck and back up to your lips as he moans in your mouth.
He thrusts harder, and you can feel yourself starting to tense around him.
He reaches down and starts to circle your clit with his thumb.
You moan louder as you cum around him, his thrusts are slowing, as he cums inside of you not long after.
Taron remains on top of you as he kisses you passionately. You reach your arms around his neck and hold him closer,
loving the feeling of his skin against yours. You both eventually break the kiss and he slides out of you and returns to his side of the bed.
You are both facing each other. "You really hurt me Taron" you whisper.
"I know and I hate myself for what I've done, it will never happen again" he whispers back.
A/N: This fic was written in collaboration with the lovely @miyaluvvsyou💜
Summary: Taron and his kids are always happy to invite Richard into their house. After some rough shoots Taron gets sick and due to the absence of his wife, Richard stays with him and the children.
Warnings: none
Word Count: 2791
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“And cut!” Dexter shouts and interrupts the silence between the two men in front of the cameras. Both men just ended the scene, a beautiful performance and two people falling in love. “Well done guys. We’re gonna wrap it up for today.” Dex turns away and speaks to one of the cameramen.
Taron grins at his best friend sitting beside him on the wooden stairs. He takes off his glasses and puts them in the pocket of the patch covered jean jacket, standing. Richard stands and stretches, letting out a sigh of relief. It has been a long day on set and they are exhausted. Dexter comes up to the two and lays his arms around them. “You two were brilliant today! I’ll see you here again tomorrow at 6pm.” And with that, they headed off.
Richard opens the buttons of his dark suit and looks at Taron, who is checking his phone. They make their way to their trailers, laughing and talking about their recent shoot. Taron slowly stops in front of his trailer and turns to his friend. “Rich, you wanna come over today? The kids would love to see you again.”
Richard smiles softly and agrees. Taron’s wife has been traveling for work and their children stayed with his mother whenever he was on set. Since she was away often, they spent most days chilling on the sofa after a long day on set. Taron did get quite lonely in the evenings when he had no one to talk to. Richard sensed it and visited when his best mate needed it.
Not long after, Taron finds himself driving to his mother’s house. His vision blurs slightly as he zones out, quickly pulling himself back with a sigh. He was exhausted and his throat was sore from singing “Tiny Dancer” live on set repeatedly for the last 2 hours. He gets out of the car and stretches, hearing his back crack and pain slowly creep in. As he pressed the doorbell, he could hear the pattern of his daughter’s footsteps. A sudden sharp pain shoots to his neck, him letting out a painful moan. His body is breaking down.
He puts on a smile when the doors opens and his beautiful young daughter is standing in front of him. “Hello cutie. You alright?” He asks laughing as she hugs him tight. Angelina nods and looks up at him. He stares into her big dark brown eyes, identical to her mother’s but framed with his babygirl’s face. Her brown hair is tied into a ponytail and she’s in a light blue dress. Taron’s heart just melts looking at her.
The seven year old takes his hand and pulls him into the house. His mother greets him with a warm hug and watches him carefully. “Hey mum. I hope these two weren’t too nerve wrecking.” He says smiling gratefully at her. Taron was glad that there was someone he trusted to watch his children.
“Don’t worry about us, son. Hard day at work?” She asks, concern hinted in her words. He just nods and tries to hide his exhaustion. The last week has been filled with day and night shoots, leaving him with little to no sleep.
They walk into the living room where his three year old son is playing with his toys. Taron crouches down and and regrets it’s immediately. Pain pulsing through his entire body, urging him to stand up. “Hey buddy. How are you?” He asks the toddler and forces a smile.
Benjamin’s green eyes light up at the sound of his father’s voice and he smiles wildly. “Daddy!” His little boy jumps up and stumbles over to him. Taron pulls him into a hug and gives him a gentle kiss on his head. Angie rests her head on T’s back and wraps her arms around him. He could have stayed there forever, just holding his two children. Nausea begins to set in and he takes deep breaths, calming himself down.
“Let’s get you two home.” He speaks and picks up his youngest child. Angie takes his hand into her tiny one and follows him outside and to the car. He buckles up his toddler in his car seat and Angie settles into the passenger seat. His mother stands in the doorway, watching him with a soft smile. Through her eyes, she could see how her son fought against his exhaustion and hid his pain after a long week of working. Not in front of the children, he tells himself. They shouldn’t see how he truly felt. He wouldn’t let them.
Taron walks to the doorway, a worried expression settled on his face. He doesn’t want to overuse her offer to watch Angelina and Benjamin, but he didn’t have a lot of options. “Mum, is there a chance you could come over tomorrow night and stay with Ben and Angie? We have-“ She cuts him off by pulling him into a tight hug.
“Of course I’ll be there. And you should get some sleep Taron. You may be able to hide from the kids, but a mother knows her children.” She looks up at him with worried eyes but a small smile. She gives him a kiss on the cheek and chuckles when Taron lets out a relieved sigh.
“You’re the best mom. I love you. Goodnight.” He walks back to his car and gets in, driving off into the night.
“Are you gonna be home tomorrow Daddy?” Angelina looks up at her father with pleading eyes. She understood that her father’s job took most of his time, spanning from days to weeks at a time. Taron holds in a sigh, not wanting to break his baby’s heart.
“I’m gonna be home most of the day tomorrow, and then granny is coming over in the evening. Sounds good?” He glances over at her and she nods happily. A day with her father was all she yearned for. Taron relaxes and smiles, the joy in her eyes filling his heart.
Angie hears Ben calling out and turns the radio down. “Daddy, can you please sing for me?” His soft voice perking his father’s ears. Taron focuses on the road, thinking of something to sing that won’t damage his vocal cords completely. He settles on “Tiny Dancer”, his son’s favorite, and starts the first lines. Take 35, he thinks to himself. Taron starts swaying gently, singing with his heart and puts on as best a show as he could for his precious human beings that meant the world to him.
The kids were already in their pajamas when the doorbell rang. Taron changed into a t-shirt and comfy sweatpants. He opens the door and laughs when he sees his favorite Scottish man. Richard wears a hoodie and sweatpants as well, his hair a natural mess after being freed from the wig. “What are you laughing at mate?” Rich ponders with irritation in his voice, stepping into his friend’s home.
“Oh nothing. I just thought you’d be dressed properly.” Taron teases him and closes the door.
Richard stares at him, irritation shining in his bright blue eyes. “It’s 10pm and I’m at your house. Get off my ass!” He shakes his head and sits his keys on the little commode. “And just to let you know, you look ravishing yourself.” He snickers cheekily and smiles.
Taron just laughs and leads his mate into the living room. “Angelina! Benjamin! Uncle Rich is here!” Taron shouts and his children quickly run down the stairs with excited faces. They jump into their uncle’s arms and Rich smiles, tickling them. They adored the Scottish man. Taron watches with a wide smile on his face. But he had to break up this welcome session, realizing their bedtime was now. “Alright kids, time for bed. Say goodnight to Uncle Rich.”
They both give him hugs and kisses and rush back upstairs. He follows behind them, going into Benjamin’s room first. The small child climbs into bed after struggling slightly and lays down under the covers, looking up at his father. Taron tucks him in and smiles, kissing his son on his cheek. “Goodnight Ben.” He smiles and yawns, his eyes closing fast.
He wanders into his daughter’s room, who’s already tucked in and waiting for him. He comes over to her side and pushes the hair out of her face. “Goodnight Angie.” He kisses her forehead and turns out her light, walking out and shutting the door gently behind him.
Taron plopped down on the sofa and let out a sigh. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. His stomach was still hurting and he prays he doesn’t get sick. Richard chuckles and stands up, going into the kitchen and getting them drinks. As he comes back, Taron opens his eyes and laughs, an apologetic look in his eyes. “I’m sorry mate, I forgot to get ya something.”
“It’s alright mate. I mean, I already know where everything is.” Richard assures smiling and sits next to his friend. He has visited Taron quite often, enough to know his house like his own. He gives Taron a glass of water and relaxes into the pillows behind him. “You wanna watch a movie?”
Taron agrees but even doesn’t pay attention to what Richard puts on. He sits there, staring at the TV screen without following the storyline at all. His eyes are burning and his whole body starts to shut down. The last thing he remembers is tilting over slightly and resting his head on Richard’s shoulder. Rich lets him rest his head on his chest and puts an arm around him. It wasn’t the first time one of them gave up on the movie and fell asleep in the other’s arms.
Richard carefully changes position, cautious not to wake up his best friend. He puts a blanket over the sleeping man, leaning on him like a child. The Scott tries to position Taron’s head into a more comfortable spot, noticing Taron was in a lot of pain recently. Richard rests his head against the sofa behind him and closes his eyes. He breathes slowly, drifting off into a deep sleep.
He wakes up when Taron sits up and begins coughing roughly, moaning. Richard reaches over for the lamp on the small table beside him and turns it on. “Mate, you alright?” He asks and watches him suspiciously.
Taron shakes his head slightly, which meant a lot because he never showed other how he really felt. But he wouldn’t be able to hide it much longer. His eyes filled with tears as he continued to cough. He was pale and shivering, a fever settling into his body.
“I think you have a fever T. You need to get into bed.” Rich speaks concerned and certain. Taron just nods weakly and coughs again. Richard stands and makes his way to the kitchen. He turns on the boiler and searches the cabinets. “Taron where’s the tea?” He inquires, raising his voice a little and searching another cabinet.
“In the cabinet over the boiler.” Taron responds with a raspy voice. It’s evident he isn’t doing well. He wraps his blanket around his body and slowly walks to the kitchen island where he sits down with a grunt. Rich finally finds it and puts honey into a cup along with the tea packet and boiling water. He hands the cup to his mate, looking concerned. “Thanks mate.”
Richard looks down at his watch and sighs. It’s 5am already. He goes into the downstairs bathroom and gets the thermometer, coming back to Taron, who already guzzled down his tea. He plops the thermometer into his friend’s mouth and waited for the dreaded beep. It ripped through the silence of the house a minute later, making Taron flinch. Rich took it and turned off the sound and looked at the numbers. “Well you’re definitely running a fever mate. 104.”
Taron groans and rest his head on the table. “Shit Richard! I can’t get sick now. Not at a time like this.” He grumbles and coughs. His body aches and his head is pounding. How was he gonna be able to shoot tomorrow night like this?
Rich pats him on the back and helps Taron up, closing the blanket closer around his friend. “We’re gonna get you into bed and then we’ll see how you feel tomorrow.” Taron just nods and lets Rich lead him to the bedroom carefully. He falls into bed as Richard opened windows to let in fresh air. T sets an alarm for 7:30am on his phone, reminding him to get up and take Angelina to school.
Richard watches as his eyes close and he falls into a deep sleep. He grabs his friend’s phone and turns the alarm off. Taron needed his rest and Rich didn’t mind taking Angelina to school in a couple hours. He leaves the room, gently closing the door. He made his way to the kids’ rooms and smiled to see them still deep in their slumber. As they were walking upstairs, Taron, being the clumsy man he is sometimes, ran right into a table, causing the two to stifle their laughter. He chuckles quietly and heads downstairs, getting comfortable on the couch and setting his own alarm to 7:30am.
The alarm blared out hours later and Richard jumped up and groaned. Turning off the noise, he stands and stretches and goes upstairs to wake the kids. As they woke, they were surprised to see their uncle and not their father, but they got ready for the day nonetheless. He helps Benjamin get dressed and carries him and his sister in his arms down the stairs. Angie cuddles into his shoulder and closes her eyes, slipping back into a light sleep. Richard dreaded putting her down, but she had to wake up and eat.
"Have a good day Angie!"
“Bye Uncle Richard!” The two exchanged goodbyes as she walks away waving to her uncle. She seems so small compared to the other children. It was a challenge tying up her thick brown hair this morning but Rich managed. He glances in the backseat at the toddler in his car seat, who’s just dancing to the music on the radio. Richard smiles to himself and drives off, unable to understand how Taron created a mini version of himself.
Richard drove to his own apartment and carried Benjamin inside with him. He sits Ben on the bed with some toys so he can play, and then begins to change and pack clothes in a bag. After finishing up, he looks over at Ben and holds his hand out. “You coming lad?” He says and smiles. Ben reaches out to him and Rich picks him up, carrying him out to the car. They get back to Taron’s at 9am. Richard puts his bag in the living room and sits Benjamin on the floor and walks upstairs to Taron’s room.
As he walks in, he sees his best friend still asleep. Coming closer, he notices Taron’s face covered in sweat, his hair sticking to his face. He gently places his hand on T’s face. His fever still alive and burning. Richard goes and gets a wash cloth soaking it in cold water. He comes back and wipes his face carefully, setting it on his forehead afterwards. His friend was deep in his sleep, staying still during Rich’s actions.
Benjamin and Richard were on the carpet downstairs playing with his toys when they heard pounding on the stairs. Taron is rushing down the stairs with his phone in hand. He looks at Richard with apologetic eyes, his heart racing. “Shit Richard I’m so sorry. I must’ve missed the alarm.” Richard laughs and stands, looking at his friend.
“Taron calm down. I turned it off as soon as you went to sleep. You needed more than 3 hours of sleep. Angie is in school and Ben has been chilling with me.” Richard says in confidence to his best friend.
Taron sighs in relief and smiles. “Thanks mate. I really appreciate you. I was losing my mind.” He sits on the sofa and Benjamin climbs on to his lap, cuddling him. Taron holds him and smiles, but frowns soon after. “But I can’t do the scene tonight. I still feel like shit.” He speaks and looks at Richard.
“Don’t worry about it. I talked to Dex this morning. He’s giving us the week off so you can get better.” Rich sits next to his best friend and pulls Ben onto his lap, not wanting him to sit on his sick father. Taron silently agreeing.
“You’re the best Dickie!” Taron smiles wide looking at him.
If you are taking requests can you please do one with with Reader x Taron? Where the Reader has been having a stressful time at work and he helps them through it
You walk into your home trying to keep your emotions under control, but that didn’t happen for very long. The past week at work had been horrible, everyday new people getting laid off and losing their jobs. You’re trying your best not to let Taron see how worked up you are but today after 4 more people from your department were let go, you just can’t keep it in anymore.
“How was your day today love?” He asks you as he hears you walk in sniffling, trying to choke back your tears. “Love?” He says getting up and coming over to you.
“It was awful” you say bursting into tears and falling into his arms, him quickly wrapping his arms around you and holding you tight. “Are they still letting people go?” He rubs your back. “Y-yes” you stutter out. “They let 4 more people go today, and 12 this week. We only have 50 people to begin with and they only want half of that. W-what if I lose my job.” You sob into him
“Oh baby girl. That’s so awful, I feel terrible. Anyone who would fire you is out of their bloody mind. You are such a hard worker, and you usually love your job. Breaks my heart to see you like this” he kisses the top of your head, never letting you go.
“I’m sorry” you sniffle. “I tried not to put this problem on you and I did. I just couldn’t keep it in anymore” You explain. “Love don’t ever be sorry” he takes his hands off from around you and cups to your face so you’re looking at him. “I don’t want you keeping things from me, I’m here for you all the time. You don’t need to be upset alone” he grazes his thumb over your cheek and wipes a tear. “Go get out of your work clothes and get comfy. I’m gonna run you a bath”
“I need to start looking for other jobs T, I don’t have time to relax” you shake your head. “I’ll look for other jobs, I don’t want you doing any work right now. Hell I’ll even wash your hair and you up love. I just want you to take a breather for a little yeah?” He smiles but you hesitate before nodding your head and giving in. “Okay, yeah” you smile back. “Let’s head up then”
Taron takes you by the hand and walks up the stairs with you, going into the bathroom as you walk in the bedroom to get changed. He begins filling up the tub with warm water and some essential oils to try and help you calm down more.
“How’s the temperature? To hot or anything?” He asks as you began stepping in the tub and falling back into the water. “It’s just perfect. You didn’t need to do all this for me” you smile at him as he grabs hold of the shampoo and conditioner. “I did need to, and I’m not done yet. You aren’t doing anymore work right now. I'm gonna wash your hair for you and then I’ll leave you here to relax for a while. Now lean back for me princess so we can get your hair wet”
You do as he says and you submerge your hair in the water, bringing it back up so he can shampoo it. He lathers your hair up in the product and massages your scalp as he washes your hair.
“You have no idea how good this feels babe. This was much needed after this week” you murmur out, feeling relaxed by the warm water and the feeling of Taron. “I’m glad my love. You deserve some down time to yourself. Can you lean back again please so I can rinse this out?” He smiles at you, noticing your face has turned to a smile, realizing you have finally let go of some of the tension you had built up from work.
He continues to massage at your head and play with your hair for a few minutes after he finished conditioning it before letting you have time to yourself. “I’m going to give you some alone time now, just yell if you need me love” he says placing a kiss to your lips and getting up from his kneeling position on the ground. “Taron?” You mumble. “Yes dear?” He stops at the door and turns around. “Thank you for this, I don’t know what I’d do without you. You always make things so much better”
“It’s what I’m here for baby. Nothing I’d rather do than make you happy” he smiles before exiting and closing the door behind you.
You lean back into the warm water and close your eyes, letting all the negative thoughts in your mind go away. Instead, you tried to fill the gaps with happy thoughts, even if they were tiny things. You thought about how you’d be able to sleep in tomorrow morning since it is Saturday, you’d be able to cuddle and spend the weekend with Taron, just anything that is good, to the point where your job totally slipped out of your mind.
In the meantime, Taron was doing everything possible to try and make this job fiasco easier on you. He was emailing different companies, making phone calls, and googling a million different places hiring in what you do, until he finally came across one company that is looking for two new people, the company that happened to be your favorite that you dreamed of working there, so Taron knew he had to get you in.
Normally, Taron wasn’t one to use his fame for things, but he had to for this and that’s what he did. When he called the interviewer trying to get you in, the questions of ‘who are you?’ And ‘why isn’t she calling for herself’ began and finally he dropped the ”I’m Taron Egerton, calling for my girlfriend”
The man only the other line quickly knew who he was, “Taron Egerton? As in played Elton John?” He asks in shock. “That’s me, and now I normally wouldn’t even bring my name up, but my girlfriend is the most hard working, dedicated women you will ever meet. This job is her dream and I promise she will not ever let you down”
Before Taron could even continue the man cut him off with “I fully believe you Mr. Egerton, the interview is hers. Just give me her email and I will be in touch to schedule a time” so Taron gave him the email, thanked him, and sat there, eagerly waiting for you to come down stairs to tell you the news.
“What has you so smiley?” You say to him as you enter the room he’s in about 15 minutes after he got off the call and sit down next to him on the couch. “I got you an interview with an even better place than you already work for” he says excitedly. “What? Who?” You look at him in confusion. “Take a look for yourself” he cheekily grins at you before handing you his phone with their website pulled up.
You look at the screen to see the website of the company you always wished to work for. It was practically a dream of yours at this point considering getting an interview was crazy hard to do.
“How do you do this?” You stare at the screen in shock. “Well I called them and we talked and-“ you cut him off. “No seriously, how did you do this? The chances of even getting an interview here are so slim!” You exclaim, still in disbelief. “Well I guess I’m just the best boyfriend ever then, aren’t I?
You lean into give him a big hug, and as you do it finally clicks with you, and you pull away to look at him. “Did you?” You look at him as he begins to smile. “You didn’t.” You still stare at him as he begins to chuckle. “Tell them I’m Taron Egerton? Yeah I did, but I also told them how hard working and devoted you are to your job, and how you’d be a great employee. Now come here” he tells you, making you smile, and opening his arms out to you signaling for you to cuddle into him as he wants to hold you.
“They gave you an interview because I’m Taron, but they’re gonna hire you and love you because you’re Y/N. It is you who is gonna make your name there and get everyone to realize how amazing you are. Always remember that.” He whispers into you before kissing the top of your head and cuddling you tight.
A/N- I’m so so sorry this took forever to get out, considering this one isn’t even my best work and I’m kinda disappointed in myself with how short this is. I was trying to get through my requests first and honestly forgot about this. I hope you guys continue to read and if you don’t remember you can find the other parts above to refresh your memory.
6 weeks later
“Babe are you okay?” Taron says as he jumps out of bed at the sound of you throwing up in the bathroom. “I’m fine” you flush the toilet. “Probably just a stomach flu” you tell him
Taron wasn’t stupid though, he knew it wasn’t a stomach flu. You’re pregnant. Well, you haven’t actually confirmed it yet but you guys tried for a baby, you missed your period, and now your throwing up- in the morning. It’s the only thing it could be.
Taron kneels down beside you and uses one hand to hold your hair back, another feeling your forehead. “A stomach flu aye? Don’t you normally have chills and a fever with the flu? Or look very sick? Unless you’re just so beautiful that even when you’re dying you’re gorgeous” he chuckles. “I think it’s something else” he states
“What do you think it could be?” You ask him, very well knowing that he thinks you are pregnant , getting up from your leaning over the toilet position and sitting back against the bathtub, Taron joining you. “Don’t try and act like you don’t know, you’re pregnant!” He exclaims with a huge smile on his face. “It makes so much sense, you being sick in the morning, the cravings, you have to be!” His face lit up as he wraps his arms around you.
“Yeah, yeah, maybe I am” You smile at him before leaving in and kissing his nose. “I guess we just got to get a pregnancy test or a doctor to confirm it” you press your forehead against his, both of your faces lit up with huge smiles.
Well, the doctor confirmed it, and you were definitely pregnant. And Taron was definitely excited.
“Can you believe it! We’re having a baby! A baby!” He shouts. “I know Taron, I know! I was at the appointment too babe” you giggle. “We’re gonna be parents!” He keeps exclaiming. “Watch the road T!” You tell him as he jerks the car slightly with all of his excitement. “I can’t believe it either, I’m so so happy” you put your hand on his thigh as he drives. “Wow, we’re really gonna have a baby” you sigh with a smile putting your other hand on your stomach.
As the months go by and you hit 5 months along, you were coming to the realization that, “Wow! You were really gonna have a baby!” You both started freaking out, in a good way if that’s possible. You were more just tired and grumpy, while Taron was making sure he did everything for you.
“Love don’t lift that, it’s too heavy you don’t want to hurt the baby” Taron says taking the item out of your hand and closing the fridge door. “Taron its a gallon of milk, I’m not gonna break my body carrying it to the counter” you straight up tell him, but then giggle because you don’t want him to feel bad. “I know but we just need to be careful. I would never want you getting hurt, and especially now that you’re carrying our child” he says placing a kiss on your forehead and bringing the milk to the counter top.
“I know you wouldn’t, now can you get out of my space please so I can make us breakfast?” You ask but he just shakes his head. “I’ll make breakfast, you shouldn’t be up on your feet. Sit down, rest” he tries shooing you away to the couch but you’re just getting irritated. “Taron I’m not gonna die making pancakes for 10 minutes! I’m not going to have time to do anything when we have this baby, I want to do stuff now and all you do is take over!” You shout at him, not even meaning to do it.
“Okay” he whispers, knowing you’re right and he’s just being overprotective. “I’m sorry, I know I’m a bit much sometimes. I just want to make sure you and the baby are okay, not overworked or anything. I’ll try and calm myself love” he kisses your cheek.
He tried to calm himself, didn’t work very well. Especially now that you’re just days away from giving birth. This baby could come anytime now, and he’s freaking out over everything.
“What if we forget the hospital bag Y/N!” He exclaims was the two of you are watching tv on the couch. “We’re not gonna forget the hospital bag T, it’s next to the door, your specifically put it there” you tell him.
“What if I’m not home when you go into labor!” He panics. “Then I call you and you show up to the hospital, I can get a friend or an Uber. There will be someone around you” you reassure him.
“What if-“ you cut him off. “No more what ifs! I’m calm and you’re gonna start making me freak out! Calm down, everything will be fine babe” you put your hand on his thigh. “I know it will be, I’m just a little nervous, excited nervous though. Very excited” he smiles. “I’m very excited too” you smile back before Taron wraps and arm around you and you lean into him, not long after you feel your eyes flutter shut.
Taron must of adjusted you on the couch for your nap and went god knows where in the house, because he was no longer next to you, but he rearranged you with blankets and pillows. As you got up to call his name and see where he was, little did you know you’d be calling for him in a different way, as when you stood up you felt a bunch of water pour out.
“Taron!” You scream at the loudest you can. “The baby’s coming!”
A/N- For those who are reading the series and don’t like smut, you aren’t going to miss out on anything big in the story except for the sex part of having a baby, and you can easily tell where the smut starts if you want to read the first few sentences to gain an understanding of what’s happening:)
-2 months later-
You’re in the kitchen trying to figure out what to make for dinner when Taron bursts through the door calling your name.
“Y/N?” He calls out as you walk out of the kitchen to meet him. “Taron?” You scrunch your face into a confused expression. “What are you doing home so early, I thought you had to work late- and what are you so happy about?” You ask with a smile noticing the huge grin plastered on his face
“Can’t a man just be very happy?” You furrow your eyebrows, “He can, but not without something going on, so tell me babe, what’s going on?” You wrap your arms around him, smiling up at the grin still on his face.
“It my dear, is baby making time” he bites his lip. “What?” You giggle. “How did you do that so fast, Rocketman was supposed to film for at least another month!” You look shocked
“Put it a shit ton of extra hours, tried to get everything done in a few takes, and wrapped it up quickly. When I want something bad enough, I work hard for it, and I want you bad” he whispers and leans in, taking your bottom lip between his teeth and tugging it.
“Well atleast take me to the bedroom, I don’t want my child to be conceived in our hallway” you smirk
That’s all you had to say before he picked you up, you wrapping your legs lightly around his waist as he grips your ass and practically runs you up the stairs, gently laying you in the bed and climbing over you, attaching his lips to yours. His hands were everywhere, roaming up your body, cupping your cheek, entangling themselves in your hair as your run your hands along his back pulling up his shirt as you go, him breaking the kiss to pull the shirt over his head and off.
“Mmm” you accidentally moan at the sight of Taron undressing, making your face blush. “Like what you see? Because I can show you more” he winks, standing up and tugging down his jeans, revealing his erection that has his underwear tight against him, wanting to be released.
“What do you want me to do daddy?” You innocently ask. “Not that princess, today I want to make you feel good. This is all about you” he smiles as he climbs back over you on the bed, reaching at the bottom of your shirt. “Lift up” he says as you sit up so he can get your shirt off leaving you in your bra. “So beautiful. So so beautiful”
He begins kissing over your breasts that are covered by your bra, unhooking it and throwing it over his shoulder before making his way down to your stomach placing sloppy wet kisses, sucking and nipping at your skin occasionally until he makes it down to your clothed core. He begins pulling down your leggings, placing a kiss on your panties and continuing down your thighs and legs as he pulls them off.
“Taron” you whine, wanting him to go faster as it feels as he’s going so achingly slow. “Yes dear?” He looks up at your throwing the pants to the floor. “Faster Taron please” you beg. “Impatient are we? I can tell but what’s forming in your panties baby girl” he says smiling at the noticeable wet spot on your underwear. “It’s about making you feel good, so what you want, you will receive”
He gets back up on the bed, but this time not hovered over you, but in between your legs. He licks a long wet stroke over your underwear before taking them in between his teeth and starting to pull them down, before giving up and just ripping them down with his hands.
“You’re fucking dripping for me baby. So sexy love” he whispers against you and kisses your clit. “Taron please” You whimper, not knowing how much longer you can wait. “I know princess, I’m going to give you what you want”
And right after that, he did. He dove right into you with his tongue, swirling it around your clit before sucking on it as you ran your fingers through his hair and tugged onto it, lightly whimpering and moaning under your breath at the sudden sensation
“Taron fuck!” You cried out as he pushed two fingers into you and begins pumping them in and out as he grins up at you, “You taste so fucking sweet baby girl” before diving back in and sucking your clit, while continuing to thrust his fingers into you as you moan out
Your orgasm approaches faster than you thought as you feel your legs begin to tremble around Taron. He pulls his tongue away from you to speak, still going at it with his fingers, but still making you whimper at the loss of contact. “I know baby girl, I’m sorry I pulled away. I feel you clenching sweetheart, are you getting close?” He smirks, very well knowing you are, leaning down placing a kiss on your thigh.
“Y-yes” you stutter your words out, arching your back and try to grind yourself against Taron’s hand for more friction. “Cum whenever you want princess” he smiles before putting his mouth right back on your clit, fastly sucking and licking while he thrusts his fingers into you harder.
Not long after your legs start to shake more as you’re messily moaning out and panting Taron’s name, when your orgasm eventually rushes over you. You arch your back and clench your walls around his fingers as everything let’s go. “Oh Taron fuck” you say breathing heavily, trying to calm down from what you just experienced. “Yes dear? Did you enjoy that?” He smirks. “You look awfully pretty when you’re cumming all over my fingers like that”
“Just fuck me already” you pant out with a giggle and Taron shrugs his shoulders. “If you say so” he smiles, pulling down his underwear to reveal his hard, aching erection, with just the sight of it making a pool of wetness in between your legs.
Now being fully undressed, he climbs back on top of you and hovers over you, not starting without asking a question first.
“Is there a position that is like, you know, better to get pregnant in?” He asks causing you to burst out laughing, as you thought he was joking. “What?” You giggle. “Like one that helps more” he dead seriously asks. “Taron no- if you cum in someone, they get pregnant. That’s a dumbass question, you know this” you shake your head at him, just wanting him to be fucking you already. “Well I was just wondering because there could be-“ You cut him off, “No, there’s not. You cum in me, I get pregnant. That’s it love.” You tell him. “Oh” is all he says. “ I can’t believe I’m having your baby” you laugh at him and his question
“What did you just say?” He looks down at you and bites his lip. “I said I can’t believe I’m having- oh fuck” you cry out as Taron unexpectedly pushing himself into you, gripping on to your legs and leaning down to whisper in your ear. “You better believe it babe, because you are love”
You wrap your legs around him pulling him down on top of you more, digging your nails into his back as he buries his head into your neck, kissing and biting at the skin as he pounds into you before mumbling into it. “Jesus you’re so tight princess, I don’t know how long I’m gonna be able to last. I’ve had so many sexual feelings just balled up that are getting out now- quickly” he pants. “L-let me ride you, just lay back, relax, and d-do what you need to do” you speak in between moans before you both roll over and you reposition yourself on top of him.
“Oh fuck Taron” you say rolling your eyes to the back of your head as he puts his hands on your hips to steady you, slowly going down and taking him all in. You put your hands on his stomach for something to lean on as you begin bouncing up and down on him, going faster and faster as the seconds go on. “Oh princess fuck- feels so good” he says as you lean down and roughly kiss him. “I love it when you’re vocal, tell me how good it feels baby” you begin circling your hips around him as you continue going up and down.
“So good, so good. You feel so good the way you bounce on my cock” he pants as you take a hand off his stomach and bring it under you to massage his balls, lightly grazing your hand over it. “How good baby?” You lightly clench around him. “Really good” he rolls his eyes back in pleasure
“Hm? I can’t hear you” you sexily say clenching and bouncing on him harder. “R-real good!” he whimpers out. “Louder Taron!” You moan before gripping his balls tightly and slamming yourself down hard into him, hitting your sweet spot making you almost cum right there.
“So fucking good!” He screams out, harshly bucking his hips up and thrusting into you, releasing every bit of cum he had in him into you, pounding it straight into your g spot throwing you over the edge and making you cum right then and there with him, both of you yelling, moaning, and panting messes as you fall down on top of him. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you in tightly as you’re still heavily breathing into his neck.
“You felt so fucking good, that was amazing” he rubs your back. “I know, you only told me a million times” you roll your eyes at him and giggle as he slaps your ass. “Don’t be smart with me, you told me to” he smiles. “I’m just teasing. You gotta get used to it, we are gonna have a baby after all. What do you think kids are like?” You raise your eyebrows at him. “If they’re anything like you they’re gonna be a little shit” he gives your ass a light squeeze and you cock an eyebrow at him. “But a little shit with a cute face” he smiles at you.
“That’s what I thought” you giggle before burying your head back into his neck, laying there that way for many more hours as you guys nap off and on while cuddling each other, from the excitement you had that exhausted you both.
It's the week of the wedding. You are excited as you finish off the last fine details.
Taron seems a little distant, but you put it down to pre wedding jitters.
"Are you ok?" and he replies enthusiastcally, "Yes, fine" You let it go and can't wait until Saturday.
It's been a long time of planning and things have changed over the months in between.
Bleddyn and Jemma have moved out together. And Jack and Amanda have started dating. You wonder what ever happened to Kate,
but not enough to call her. You haven't heard from her since that night, and as far as you know, neither has Taron.
You are completely blissfully happy.
Friday approaches as the limo company calls to confirm, they are to pick you up no later than 12,
and the other limo to pick up Taron, Bleddyn and Jack at 11.Amanda and Jemma stay over for the night,
and Taron spends the night at Bleddyn and Jemma's apartment. You miss him, but you know it will all be worth
the wait tomorrow. "I miss you baby XX" he txts. "I miss you too T XX" you reply.
" Omg, its only been 2 hours since you saw him" as Jemma rolls her eyes at you, looking over your shoulder at the txts.
"Shut up" you squeal, throwing a pillow behind your head. She laughs out loud and throws the pillow right back.
"Anyway" you focus your attention towards Amanda, "How are things between you and Jack?" She pauses for a second.
"We slept together last night!" she says looking smug. " Jemma and I scream with delight.
"We want all the dirty details" as say as you take another sip of wine.
"He's definately alot bigger than he looks through jeans." holding her hand to her mouth.
" Was he good is what we are asking?" pulling her from her thoughts.
"Omg, he was incredible, I've never orgasmed like that before." You and Jemma high five her and she blushes with pride.
Girls are just as filthy as guys when
it comes to detail. The night progresses, and you all need to go to bed, its quite late now.
You lay in the bed without Taron, smelling his scent on his pillow
as you close your eyes and eventually fall asleep.
The big day is here and you feel a little nauseous. You run to the bathroom to throw up.
"Must of been the wine" you think to yourself. You haven't heard from
Taron, but you are not overly worried. As you come out to the kitchen, the girls have made you breakfast.
The smell of the bacon makes you run back to the
bathroom to vomit. They rush after you. "Are you ok?" as they rub your back.
"Yeah I think so, probably just nerves" you reply. "No fucking way, you're pregnant!"
Jemma shoots back. "I can't be" you say wide eyed your brain ticking over.
"Do you remember the night at the pub, you know the night you punched Kate in the face?"
"Did you remember you're pill that morning?" "I saw you guys making out unfortunately"
as I walked past the room. "It was quite hot actually if I'm being honest"
and she breathes out looking towards the ceiling. "Omg, I missed a pill!" you realise.
The girls are secretly delighted as they pull you up from the toilet.
"I'll duck to the store and grab a pregnancy test" Jemma calls out, already halfway out the door.
She returns a little while later and you take the test. It shows up instantly with a smiley face to imply you are indeed pregnant.
You burst into tears. "What have I done"
you say between sobs. "Pull yourself together, he loves you and is about to become your husband in 1 hour"
emma says as she looks crossly at you. She's always been the stronger one in the friendship. " Ok zip me up"
you pull yourself together and get ready to marry the man of your dreams. "Good girl" as she zips you up and Amanda
puts your heels on. Your phone beeps, and you grab it to open the message. "I can't wait to marry you X." You hold back the tears.
You proceed, arriving at the venue, nervous and nauseous. As you walk down to aisle, you can see Taron tearing up, trying to wipe the tears.
Your dad has a hold of
your arm reading to give you away. When you reach Taron, your Dad places a single kiss to your cheek.
You feel so emotional, but try your best to hold it in. "You look absolutely beautiful" he whispers in your ear, as you finally reach him,
breathing in your scent.
Before the ceromony starts, you grab his hands. "Are you sure you really want to marry me?"
standing at the alter, and you search his eyes waiting for a response.
"What the hell is going on?"confused with your question, and he starts to panic.
"I love you with every breath I breathe, of course I wanna marry you."
as he senses your emotion. "I need to tell you something before you marry me" you whisper.
"Excuse us for a second" Taron announces, as you take his hand and
he leads you to the back of the guests seating area. Taron feels your hand shaking in his.
Before he speaks, you place a hand on his chest over his heart. "Please
tell me what's going on" as he places his hand over yours on his chest.
"Well, do you remember the morning after the night at the pub?" he smiles,
"Um, yeah, you were still quite tipsy" he seems confused, trying to figure out what you are about to disclose to him.
"Well, I forgot to take my birth contr........."
you are cut off from finishing your sentence. "Shhh" Taron soothes as he wipes the tear running down your face.
"I'm so sorry Taron,
I was drunk that night and completely forgot it, it was a stupid mistake."
"Our baby will NEVER be a mistake, I didn't want kids early, because I never planned on getting married for quite a while.
But after we started dating, and knowing each other for so long, I've never been so sure of anything I wanted more, than to spend the rest
of my life with you." Taron explains, starting to feel overwhelmed. "And knowing we created a baby, it's just made me the happiest man on earth.
You look up to Amanda and Jemma standing at the alter, they are both sobbing by this stage, Christine can see Amanda and Jemma's faces as
they start to worryyou have cold feet and don't wanna get married. Taron places a kiss to your cheek and takes your hand again as you head back up to the alter.
"Sorry everyone," Taron begins. Christine is now crying, thinking the worst. "It's just been brought to my attention, that not only am I going to be a husband today,
but also a father!" His smiles wider than ever before. Christine screams with excitement, sad tears turn to happy tears.
"Congratulations you two, Bleddyn and Jack hug the both of you. Taron hugs Jemma and Amanda.
They wipe their tears. "Did you girls know?" he asks. They just smile. "Sneaky girls"
he laughs. "I'd like to marry the girl of my dreams and the mother of my child now please"
Taron looks back to the celebrant. The smile showed his gorgeous dimples and features of his face.
You take his hands as the celebrant begins. "I love you," he mouths. "Love you too" you whisper back.
After the ceremony, you give your husband a quick kiss and tell him, you'll be back in a minute.
You go to the ladies room to change out of your dress, into something a little more comfortable.
Jemma and Amanda follow you, to help you take the dress off. As you head out of the ladies, your eyes are wide with shock!
Taron is backed up against the wall and Kate is kissing him. "Get the fuck off me you crazy bitch" as he pushes her off him.
"We'll deal with this" Jemma and Amanda grab her by the arms and drag her out of the church.
"Just leave them alone Kate, give up bitch" Jemma yells. "Where's the fun in that?" she says, rubbing the dirt off her dress, as she speeds off in her car.
Taron rushes to your side, after wiping his mouth with disgust. "When is she gonna give up?" you fume.
"Don't let her worry you baby" Taron kisses your forehead holding you close.
The rest of the night you enjoyed slow dancing, eating beautiful food, and celebrating with close family and friends,
everything was exactly as you planned since you were a little girl. The night drew to a close as you and Taron said your goodbyes, exhausted.
CHAPTER 18 The Wedding
Taron picks you up bridal style. You're arms are draped around his neck, as you kiss and nip at his ear. He groans lightly. "I'm hard already with you doing that"
You giggle into his neck. He awkwardly opens the door carrying you over the threshold. He kisses your lips tenderly, before placing you down on your feet, his arms
stay around your waist. You reach up to kiss him again. "I'd like to make love to my husband now" you breathe into his mouth. He says nothing as he picks you back
up and takes you to the bedroom. He gently lays you down, and removes his tuxedo. You kick your shoes off in the process. "Don't take anything else off, I want to do it"
Taron says in his low sexy voice. You feel the wetness pooling from your core, watching him removes his clothes. He is completely naked, and completely erect.
His eyes are dark with lust.
He slides his hands up your dress, and your skin is on fire. He wraps his fingers around the sides of your panties, lifting your bum to help him slide them down your thighs
ever so slowly. He returns a finger back up under your dress to your core and runs it through your folds. He pulls out and sucks it. You nearly lose it watching him.
"You taste so sweet" he murmers. You raise your arms above your head and he removes your dress. He throws it to the floor and returns his attention to your breasts.
"Suck on them" you moan. He sucks on your breasts lightly. Ahhh you breath as his wet tongue drags across your skin. He inserts a finger into your pussy. You arch your
back trying to get even closer. "I don't want to hurt you" he says. "I'm pregnant, not dying Taron, you cant hurt me or the baby!" you say annoyed. "Are you sure?" he asks
"Yes I'm sure, now make me feel like you always do" pulling his head down kissing his mouth. He bites your bottom lip as you slip your tongue into his mouth. He grunts
grabbing his cock and strokes it a few times. He rubs the tip through your folds and kisses you again. "Put your cock inside me" you say quietly and
you can feel his warm breath against your cheek as he pants.
He slides the tip in and you push your hips up making him fill you. "Oh Jesus" you say wide eyed. He pulls straight out. "I'm sorry" he frets. "I'm ok, just obviously
wasn't as ready as I thought . "Keep going baby" He slips back into you slowly and his arms straighten as he arches his back, to get as deep as he can.
"I'll just take it slow tonight" He pulls out slowly, leaving the tip in and thrusting back in just as slowly. The feeling is intense, you've never done it this slow before,
but the feeling is incredible.
He repeats the action and you can feel every inch of him sliding into you. "You need to release, you wrap your arms around him tighter. He speeds up. You grab your
breasts and pinch your nipples. "I cant take it anymore, fuck me baby" He pounds into you as your juices are already dripping onto the bed. "Omg, you're pussy feels
amazing" his hard balls slapping on your ass cheeks. "Oh...My...Fuck..Jesus christ" he thrusts as fast as he can, as you both cum at the same time, the only sounds in
the room are screams of ecstacy and juices slapping against skin. The bed is saturated beneath you as he kisses you breathing heavy.
"I love you" you breathe as he pulls out slowly. "I love you too, Mrs Egerton."
