do you like the new book cover? it was almost that (see above) but i asked my grandma with one was better and she chose the black n white one ^~^

i like making book covers :3

1400+ words because this is a special chapter and i love you guys :D

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"Happy valentines day, angel!"

Rachel jumped, not expecting her boyfriend to suddenly pop up. Also, George never raised his voice that much.

(a/n the fucking time skip i swear)
(Idc if it's feb 5/6 in the real world it's valentine's day.)
(there's a reason i labelled this fiction haha)

She giggled as he planted kisses all over her neck.

"Happy valentines day to you too," Rachel smirked. "Daddy."

George let out an involuntary moan as Rachel kissed him on the lips. He kissed back, holding her thighs. She went on her tip toes, craning her neck a bit.

"So," She mumbled against his lips. "Any plans?"

George hummed, bending down for another kiss.

"One of them is lazying around the bed, kissing, just watching Paul's huge collection of romantic movies." George smiled, pecking her lips.

"And the other?"

"We could watch Deadpool?"

Rachel's eyes brightened up.

"Fuck yeah!"

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"Maccaaaa~"

Paul turned to the left, expecting John to be there. He frowned and turned to the right, causing his lips to crash on John's.

Cheeky.

"Any plans for today, my love?" The older asked, resting his chin on Paul's shoulder.

"What do you want to do?" Paul asked, smiling when John kissed his cheek.

"Geo and Rach are going out to the movies. Probably that Deadpool valentine's day special premiere."

"May I suggest, John my dear?" He asked in a posh accent.

John chuckled. "You may."

"What about... Baking?" Paul blushed, looking down. "I-It's cheesy, really."

"Nah, it's fine." John smiled. "Baking it is, then!"

"Well, what do you suggest we bake, Johnny?" Paul wondered, lips forming in a pout.

"What about biscuits?" He offered, holding Paul's hands in his. "Cupcakes? Shortcakes? Oh I know! What about cakes in general?"

"Stop! You're making me hungry!" Paul whined.

"You make me hungry," John purred in his ear. Paul gasped when John bit his ear. "But yeah, I prefer cupcakes out of all of them."

Paul gave him a look.

"Tease."

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"The movie isn't starting in another hour, Rach." George said, glancing at his watch. "Where do you wanna go?"

Rachel shrugged. "Let's go around town!" She offered, yanking his hand.

"Hey," George spoke up. "Look at there. A photobooth!"

Rachel gasped. "Let's take a picture!" She said excitedly, eyes bright blue.

The two got in, George yanked the curtain close.

Outside, the machine clicked seven times, flashing bright light inside as Rachel and George took pictures. Some were silly (with the two of them sticking their tongues out at the camera) but most of them consisted of George trying to steal a kiss from his girl. His girl.

Rachel would giggle, grinning so wide and eyes shining so bright like the stars they saw back at the US of A.

She looks so pretty.

"I love you, Geo." Rachel whispered, arms snaking around George's neck. She rested her head on his chest and, likewise, George rested his chin on the top of her head, kissing it. A smile formed in his lips.

"I love you too, angel."

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"I--- John!"

Said man cackled loudly as Paul shrieked in horror, dough streaming down from his hair.

"My hair!"

"Well aren't you sweet, Macca?" John joked, kissing his chubby cheek that was painted with flour.

In revenge, Paul squirted icing all over John's white shirt and face.

"My shirt!" John fretted in an exaggerated high-pitches voice. "You'll pay for this, Paulie!"

Paul bursted out laughing at him, running off to the living room. A chase broke out. In the end, John managed to catch him and scoop him up easily. Paul was a bit heavy, but John didn't mind at all.

Paul kissed him, fingers tangling in John's auburn hair. He kissed back, supporting him with strong hands. John could taste the icing Paul had sprayed all over his shirt (his white shirt, might he add) and the chocolate they were supposed to use (John sneaked so much chocolate Paul gave up on using them).

John let him down, not breaking the kiss, however. Paul wrapped a leg around his waist, pushing him down against him. John's tongue slipped back Paul's full lips and into his mouth.

They made out, down on Paul's fuzzy carpet with flour and icing all over their faces.

Paul managed to forget about the baking, focusing instead on John's lips on his and his hands all over him.

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"We're home--- gah!"

George raised an eyebrow at Rachel's sudden yell of surprise.

"What's wrong--- oh."

"We're sort of busy, right now." John smirked, sitting on top of Paul's lap, his lover's shirt in between his hands. "Isn't that right, Macca?"

Paul shrugged. "More or less, Johnny."

John kissed him. It was heated, tongues slipping out of their mouths.

Rachel's eyes went wide and her cheeks turned firetruck red.

"O-Oh yeah uh..." She stuttered, backing up and closing the door. "I'll be staying at Geo's then!"

"Have fun!" Paul shot, making her turn completely red.

"Shut up!" She shot back, shutting the door.

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"They could've locked the goddamn door." Rachel grumbled, making George laugh softly.

"You're staying at mine, then?"

Rachel gave him a look. "Do I want to hear Paul and John all night?"

George chuckled. "It's settled then." He bent down and kissed her ear, grinning when he felt her shiver. "You're all mine, tonight, Rachie."

Rachel gasped when George bit her ear.

"Mmm..." She moaned, hands gripping his coat. "Daddy..."

Quickly, George unlocked the door to his flat. Rachel bit her lip as he pressed her against the door. Her hand sneaked down and pressed the lock on the doorknob of their flat.

"Wouldn't want Paul and John barging in now, do we?"

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(a/n this is my first proper attempt at straight smut mkay?)

Rachel's hands shot to George's hair, tugging, crying out in pleasure as he pressed his tongue deeper in her.

"George--- oh, George!" She whimpered, thighs tightening around George's ears.

Her toes curled as she felt her end nearing. She was in heaven, head thrown back against the pillows as George slipped in a finger. Rachel clenched around his finger and his mouth, biting down hard on her bottom lip as she came. George pressed a soft kiss to the inner of her thigh.

Rachel moaned half in pain and half in pleasure as she felt him go in slowly, her nails digging at his back. If she hurted him, George didn't show it.

"So beautiful," George whispered, kissing her all over. "Beautiful, beautiful angel."

Rachel's heart pounded in her chest, going up to kiss him. Her soft lips moved against his chapped ones. She ran her tongue against his bottom lip, gasping in ecstasy when he hit that spot in her.

"Georgie!" She screamed, eyes shut tight as she felt him go faster, deeper, hitting that spot with every thrust.

"Rachel--- fuck." George gripped her hips, slamming inside of her. Rachel's back arched, her red lips parted as she felt him inside of her.

George's thrusts grew erratic, more desperate as he got closer and closer to his end. He kissed her everywhere, her neck, her breasts, her collarbone. Rachel wrapped her legs around his waist tighter, raking her nails across George's back.

The bed creaked under their movements. Rachel felt high and dizzy. George was panting, his hot breathe tickling her neck.

"C-Close." Rachel whimpered, eyes fluttering open. Her cheeks and neck was flushed, pale skin covered in love bites George gave her. Her blue eyes were darker than usual, tinted with lust and love she only had for him.

Their bodies melted together against the sheets. Rachel's sound were muffled by George's lips on hers, kissing her passionately as they came.

George propped himself up using his elbows and pressed their foreheads together. Rachel smiled tiredly, kissing him on the lips. She felt his fingers run through her hair and trace her cheek, brushing against her skin carefully as if she was made of glass.

Rachel wore her underwear and one of George's old shirts that was adorably big on her. Rachel insisted George stayed shirtless, grinning like a cat as she raked her nails across his chest.

"Rach..." George groaned.

She looked up, mischief glinting in her blue eyes.

"Yes daddy?" She asked innocently, drawing a circle on his bare chest with a finger. Rachel sat on his lap, bending down to kiss him. Her wavy hair fell like a curtain, framing her face.

"God, angel." George husked, hands on her hips. "You'll be the death of me with that fucking daddy of yours."

She giggled, a beautiful smile gracing her lips.

"Happy Valentine's day, Geo."

George smiled. 

"Happy Valentine's day, Rachie."