A/N: Hello readers who have come across this little one shot! So... this isn't an addition to Happy Endings or anything (for the readers who may have came from my other Selection story I'm in the process of writing), but I couldn't help myself from writing this bad boy. I needed to focus on something that wasn't the plot to Happy Endings, so here is Midnight Pleasure.

If you like what you are reading, please let me know by giving me feedback in the form on favorites, follows, or reviews. And if you really like this more mature writing of America and Maxon I high recommend you check out my other story Happy Endings (if you haven't already). It is a sort of long work in process, but it is really coming along and there are plenty of naughty scenes like this as well fluff. So, if that's something you might be interested in, check it out! Who knows you might really love it too!

I plan on maybe writing one or two more of these little bits about America and Maxon's midnight pleasure sessions, so keep your eye for those.

Enjoy part one of Midnight Pleasure

**Please note the rating (stated in the description) before reading. I have a habit of writing very mature content, especially about this happy couple.**


"America…?" Maxon whispers to the flame of red hair beside him. Her hair and pale skin were glowing in the moonlight. Maxon couldn't help but think about how beautiful she was, even while she sleeps and as his daughter sits silently crying into his shirt. She grumbles but doesn't move from her spot under the warm covers of their bed. He sighs. "America…"

"What?" She mumbles, still trying to stay in her lull of sleep.

"Eadlyn's here. She had a nightmare."

At the sound of her daughter's name, America bursts from the bed and turns to find her. When she does, she sees her sitting on her father's lap, curled into him with tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Hi baby. What's wrong?"

The little girl, who looks similar to Maxon's late mother Queen Amberly, just shakes her head and cuddles into her father more. America hides her discomfort that her baby girl was more of a daddy's girl than her little angel daughter. She guessed that in the long run, it worked out because of her twin brother Arhen being a momma's boy, but she wanted her little girl sometimes. Especially since she is only 5 years old and it seemed like America was always preoccupied by her baby boys.

America sighs, "I'm going to go check on Arhen and Kaden since you've got Eadlyn, okay? I just want to make sure they're okay since Eadlyn is up."

"Of course, Darling." Maxon tells her.

She nods and slips out of bed in her husband's shirt to go check on her baby boys.

Both of her boys look like their father. When Maxon was busy with work, she'd go check up on the boys because they were mirror images of him, straight down to the swirl of their cocoa colored eyes.

She started in Arhen's room. The prince's suite, which had been given to Arhen with Maxon and America's succession, was only two doors down from the King's suite where the couple slept. She slowly opened the door to peer her head in. When she looks in she saw her little boy looking out the window.

"Arhen, honey, what are you doing out of bed?" She asks from the door.

He looks back to his mom, then goes to sit on his bed. "I had a bad feeling in my tummy, Mommy."

America rushes over to sit next to her son. She placed the back on her hand on his forehead, trying to check his temperature, "Honey, you feel normal. You're not running a fever. Is it like a sharp pain or like aching?"

He shrugs, "It just hurts."

"Is it because of Eady?"

He looks down, "What's wrong with Eady?"

"She's with Daddy cause she had a bad dream. She's okay, just upset."

He nods, "I feel a little better now."

She smiles, "That's good, baby. Now lay back down and go to bed. Don't worry about Eadlyn, okay? She's doing just fine. I'll have her come by and say goodnight to you before she goes back to her room, okay?"

"Okay, Mommy. I love you."

"I love you, too, Baby. Sweet dreams." She kisses his forehead.

She exits, peering in one last time before closing the door to head to Kaden's room down the hall a little bit more.

Kaden was only one year old, but she knew down her soul that he was going to be exactly like Maxon in regards to how smart he is. He already had said a few words, his first being "Eady" which Maxon and America thought was funny considering how much Eady hated not being the center of attention which is exactly what happened when Kaden was born. He had also strung together a sentence like it was nothing. That little boy was going to be smarter than her, and she knew it.

She peered into his room, just to make sure that he was still in his crib sleeping soundly. Thankfully, he was. America and Maxon hadn't had to wake up in the middle of the night to a crying toddler in 4 months, so they tried to catch up on the much desired sleep any time they could.

She walked back to her room after checking on her babies. When she opened the door, she saw that Eadlyn was calmed down more, just waiting to say goodnight to her mother. The girl got up from her father's lap forcefully, causing her father much pain as her little knees and little feet hit him hard where the sun doesn't shine. The daughter's little feet pattered across the floor of the room to reach her mom. She hugged her legs, America cradled her head.

"I love you, Mommy."

"I love you too, Baby. Make sure you say good night to Arhen, okay? He's worried about you."

"I will, Mommy. I love you."

"I love you too, Baby. Go to bed, okay?"

She nodded and ran off, leaving Maxon and America alone. She slumped back to bed and face planted into their mattress. Maxon just laughed. She glared up at him.

"Are you alright, Darling?" He asked, sort of joking but sort of serious.

"What time is it?"

He peered at the clock, "12:26 am."

"Well, that's a problem. I am supposed to be asleep and now I'm very much awake. With that I want to sleep so bad because I am tired but not tired enough to sleep. Something that does make me tired and want to sleep after is currently out of order due to our lovely daughter and her rash motions to come hug her mother goodnight. And, on the topic of Eadlyn, I don't feel truly loved by my own daughter. She wanted you to comfort her and I birthed her. I pushed her out of my vagina after I formed her in my body for 9 months and she doesn't even want my comfort. I have stretch marks and back problems and stress because of those children, and yet they don't even want to be with the person who put them on this damn planet. It doesn't bug me that she's a daddy's girl. I was that way, but I always went to my mom for help when I was upset or being emotional. I just don't get it. Like, what am I doing wrong that leads her to want you for emotional support not me? I just don't understand and it's frustrating because I did so much for nine months, forming them and then pushing her out of my body and she doesn't even want me to comfort her."

He sat in silence, trying to fully comprehend his wife's rant about how she's awake, tired, wanting to sleep and feeling under appreciated from her own child. He does what he does best, and tells her the truth. "America, Darling, you know she loves you. You know it. She is going to grasp somebody, to one of us. Is it fair that it's me, especially when all you talked about when you were pregnant was that you hoped it was a little girl and how you did go through so much for those babies, definitely not. I know, and completely understand, your frustration with her not latching on to you like you hoped when she was born. She is just too little to truly understand and realize all the good you do for her. She will come around. I'm almost certain of it. As for the other issue, just because Eadlyn has uncontrollable power that hurts like a bitch when used correctly, doesn't mean that you are 'out-of-order', as you put it. You can still be incredibly tired and fall asleep if you give me at least 10 minutes to prove it to you."

America giggled, but then the realization set in as to what Maxon was implying. Her cheeks redden in the mattress. She was glad Maxon couldn't see how he still makes her blush like she's 17 again. She peered up from the mattress. He looked down at her, eyebrows raised and a devilish look in his eyes. She didn't have to think much about her answer. She sat up and turned over to kiss her husband square on the lips. He kissed back, loving the way their lips felt together. They both loved it, so they kept going. Maxon flipped them around making America lay on her back.

He kissed down her jaw and to her neck. He resisted every urge he had to place a hickey on her neck. Despite being married and having three children, they were still young. America was only 26, about to turn 27 very shortly and Maxon was still only 28. They were young and in love. Besides, the hickeys were a reminder that America was beautiful even with the stretch marks and post pregnancy and post birth body because Maxon had told her numerous times that he wouldn't kiss something, let alone mark it, if it wasn't beautiful. Unfortunately, he couldn't mark her body where it could be visible to the public, he had gotten yelled at too many times before for that.

He moved his hands down to shift her shirt up. He pulled it up, exposing her stomach, breast, and collarbones alike. He kissed the exposed collarbone, shifting himself down to kiss lower on her chest before reaching her breast. Admittedly, her breasts were one of his favorite physical attributes of America. Before she was pregnant, they were small and perky. He loved that they were the perfect size for him to cup gently. After being pregnant twice and nursing for about 2 years on and off, they were slightly larger and fit even better in his hand, which he also loved because they were also more sensitive now. He kisses and loves on her two lumps, leaving little hickeys down the valley between the.. She gasped and moaned as his tongue flicked over one of her nipples, causing her to writh beneath him. He shifted down her stomach and down her navel, stopping at the hem of her panties. America had mostly given up on cute underwear. Her bladder was more than weakened due to being pregnant and just about anything caused her to leak, so she normally suffices with good old cotton panties that weren't too fancy. Tonight, though, she wore a pair of royal blue lace panties. Maxon didn't really care what underwear she was wearing, but he really did love the lace. He smiled into her skin, planting more kisses and hickeys along the line above her panties.

"Maxon…" She moaned lightly, "The children…"

"Are asleep, Darling." He looked up from her hips. "Let me do this for you."

"Only because I desperately need this right now…"

He shifted up and kissed her lips before going right back down to get to the moment where Maxon could take off her underwear and made her moan and scream his name till morning came and sunlight filled their room. He quickly tore the underwear down her legs leaving her exposed. Maxon was always smart about where he placed his lips when it came to fully pleasuring America. He always started by her mid-thigh and worked upward, placing the last kiss on the very base of her thigh. He would occasionally leave a hickey on the base of her thigh. Normally, it was when America desperately needed him to make her cum that he would. He felt today fit that occasion, so he sucked on the thigh, making her moan lightly. He stopped sucking, but it was only to place his tongue flat on the newly forming bruise on her thigh. He licked his lips slightly, and then placed his tongue flat on her dripping hole, swiping up to give her a burst of pleasure as he brushed over her clit. She moaned so loudly, Maxon was actually sort of afraid that his children who might not be fully asleep could hear them. He dismissed it though and continued to pleasure her more. He focused on her clit, flicking and sucking on the pea sized nub at the top of her core. Meanwhile, his fingers got to work in her hole, doing a "come hither" motion inside her. This perfect combination of stimulation left America more than satisfied. She arched her back, gripped her fingers in his hair, screaming and moaning words of pure lust, and at one point had even squished Maxon was her thighs due to the overwhelming pleasure she was facing.

"Aahhh…" She moaned out, "Ma- Maxon…"

The husband knew exactly what was happening. He could feel it. Her walls were clenching, her grip was tightening, and was writhing in pleasure. He knew that it was only a few flicks of his tongue away before she was undone in pleasure. So, obviously, Maxon kept going. He picked up speed, too. Before he knew it, America was screaming due to her orgasm crashing over her. He pulled his fingers out and rubbed vigorously up and down on her hole to watch her squirt. She moaned more and more. He watched as she was just about down from her high. As she was still gaining a sense of clarity, his lips found their way to her face once again, leaving wet kisses from neck to jaw to ear and back again. America was finally able to comprehend what was happening, and she looked over to Maxon.

"Holy…"

He just chuckled. "I know."

"How bad are the sheets?"

"Not too bad. Little damp below your butt, but honestly not too bad."

"Good." She sighed curling herself into him without worrying about anything else. "Thank you, Babe."

"Anything for you, Darling."

"I love you."

"I love you, too. Now, get some rest." He commanded.

"I will. Good night, Maxon."

"Goodnight, America. Sweet dreams." He said, placing a sweet kiss on her forehead.

She hummed lightly into his chest and started to drift into sleep. As she began to fall into her most neutral state, Maxon got her underwear on her, fixed her shirt, and got covers over her so she wasn't cold. Once she was adjusted, he kissed her lightly again and then drifted into sleep knowing that America's midnight pleasure was not only worth it for her, but also worth it for him because before he could realize it he was dreaming of a picnic in the garden with America.