Personal Reward (Leigh-Anne)

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(Same plot as last time so a ⚠️Smut warning, kiddies)

Y/N's POV: So, tonight is the Brit Awards and I'm nominated for the Best Album award. The funny thing is my 3rd album "Songs About Her" is up against Leigh and her band's 6th album "Confetti" so we've been having a playful rivalry on social media, joking around and taking the piss out of each other.

"And the winner for Best Album is... Little Mix with 'Confetti' " The announcer exclaims. She sarcastically laughs at me who smirks, shaking my head. She accept the award and step up to the microphone. "Woah, I actually didn't think we'd win tonight, this is brilliant! Thank you to everybody who voted for us, this means the world. Now, I just want to say that I'm probably in massive trouble with my boyfriend right now, as you know I am dating the most irritating lad in the universe Y/N Y/L/N and we've been having a playful rivalry on social media  and looks like I've won!" The audience bursts into laughter, she scan the audience and see me stiffling a laugh as her bandmates are laughing their asses off.

She returns to her seat and I whisper into her ear. "You are indeed in massive trouble, princess.". She turns a dark shade of crimson.

Later that night at the hotel: I pull her into our hotel room and slip my shoes off, I never go back on a promise.
"This is a half-celebration and half-jelousy for you winning that award." I tell her, smirking before pressing her up against the wall and attaching my lips on that neck of hers.
"You'll be up there one day when we're old and grey." She jokes, tilting her head sidewards before her breath hitching when I kiss that one spot on her neck.
"Very funny, love." I chuckle before attacking her neck again, leaving a mark.

Lauing her gently on the bed, I see those brown eyes admiring me. I begin to unbutton my shirt and sling my tie off, dropping both to the floor. Leigh's hands carress my abdominal area, slowly as I begin to unzip the back of her dress which seconds later is flung off. I slip my trousers off and they disappear in the darkness of the room.

The remainder of our clothes are gone seconds later.

I slip in and begin to rail her, with every thrust, her orgasms get louder and louder until the inevitable happens, I cum and she cums a few seconds afterwards.

A couple of weeks pass: "Babe!" Leigh yells, running down the stairs.
"Yes, my darling?" I answer her, not looking up from my book.
"Congratulations, daddy." She tells me, dropping something in my lap. I pick it up and...

It's a positive pregnancy test.

(Sorry if this is shit and real late)

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