Abused by him (Huke\mpreg)

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It kicked! Their precious baby kicked! Jacob placed my hand over Harry's stomach, and sure enough, He felt a small tap. Harry giggled every time it kicked and Jacob's smile grew even more, that his cheeks started to hurt. Jacob wondered what it felt like for Harry, feeling somebody kicking inside you, but judging from Harry's giggling, it wasn't unpleasant.

"It tickles!" he giggled, grinning down at his stomach, which was only just starting to show. Jacob lifted up his shirt, and pressed his ear to Harry's stomach, and Harry laughed as Jacob's hair tickled his skin, as he listened for any sound. Suddenly the baby kicked, and Jacob flinched in fright, almost like it tried to kick him.

"Ha, beaten up by your own child!" Tom  mocked, and Jacob scowled at him.

"No, she's trying to say hello." Jacob defended, placing his hand back on Harry's stomach.

"She?" Harry asked. "What makes you so sure it's a she?"

"I just know. Daddy instincts give me a vibe." Jacob smirked, sticking his tongue out, and Harry scoffed at him, rolling his eyes.

"I think motherly instincts are stronger so Harry would know more than you. And I think it's a boy!" Tom teased. "My sassy instinct tell me so!" he spoke smugly.

"What about you, Haz? What do you think it is?" Kevin asked him, smiling at him. Jacob would admit, it angered him slightly, but he heard Tom saying that he wouldn't touch Harry, because of their friendship, and he trusted him. Plus Harry wouldn't dare go near him. Although they are all friendly now, he is still aware of Jacob's temper.

"I'm not sure." Harry shrugged. "But I kinda hope it's a girl." he smiled.

"Really? I thought you'd want a boy." Tom murmured.

"I'd be very happy with a boy," Harry defended. "but I've always wanted to have a baby girl. Funnily enough, I wanted a baby Darcy, which is creepy considering Jacob likes that name too." he frowned.

"It's a sign we belong!" Jacob cheered.

"Or a coincidence." Tom teased.

"Or because you stalked Haz.." Kevin laughed.

"Or because-"

"Shut up!" Jacob grumbled, smiling slightly. "It's a sign." Jacob confirmed to himself, nodding in agreement with himself.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night." Harry mocked.

"You do."  Jacob winked.

Harry groaned out in disgust. "And jerk Jacob is back..." he sighed

"We comes and leaves as he pleases." Tom sighed. "A shame really, nice Jacob is much better."

"Zip it Tom." Jacob grumbled. "I was just teasing, I'm sorry." he sighed.

"Whatever." Harry sighed. "I need to shower." he spoke and he headed to the door.

"Wait! You can't go near a window alone Haz."  Jacob warned.

"Are you kidding me?" he groaned.

"Harry. You tried to escape countless times now, it's safe to say I don't trust you." Jacob reasoned, grabbing his arm, and escorting him to the bathroom. Harry let out a frustrated sigh as he led him into their room. "Your clothes are in that drawer, take what you need." Jacob explained

"My clothes?" Harry questioned.

"I had the boys bring all your clothes and make-up stuff here, since this is our home now." Jacob smirked, earing a glare from Harry, before he picked out what he needed.

"This isn't my home, Jacob." Harry growled, strolling to the bathroom, but Jacob had caught him by the wrist before he could lock the door.

"This is exactly why I don't trust you. Your damned attitude." Jacob growled by Harry's ear.

"Ugh, whatever. Jacob, I'm pregnant and hormonal, piss off and let me shower." Harry sighed.

Jacob smirked at him, as he scowled at him, and he walked into the bathroom, locking the door and blocking Harry's path. "Go ahead, have a shower." He grinned.

"Ew no get out! Jacob, I thought you weren't going to be such a dick?" Harry protested.

"And I thought you were going to drop the attitude. You broke the rules first, sweetheart." Jacob grinned, taking a seat on the edge of the bath tub. "Now get undressed and have a shower."

"Jacob, please get out!" Harry begged.

"No, you get in." he retaliated.

"You're a prick." Harry sighed. He grabbed a towel, and hung it strategically over the door, so it would block Jacob's view of her. Harry smirked as he hopped in, without turning on the water. Seconds later, his shirt came flying over the roof of the shower, and landing near Jacob's feet. Then his jeans and knickers. Jacob chuckled, amused by his attitude, but his laughter was drowned out when Harry turned on the tap.

A few minutes passed, and Jacob could tell that he had washed his hair, because the sweet smell of coconut and vanilla filled Jacob's senses. Harry was humming to himself, and Jacob allowed himself to listen to his sweet melody, and he recognized the tune as Titanium. Jacob stood up when the smell of the sweet body wash filled the room, and he mentally imagined him washing his body. Lust took over Jacob's body, and he yanked the towel down from the shower.

"AH! JACOB!" he screamed, turning his back to Jacob and hiding in the corner, as he threw his head back in laughter.

"Oh c'mon babe! By now it's safe to say I've seen you naked!" He laughed.

"I don't care, get out" Harry screamed.

"No, get out and walk to the towel if you wanna cover up." he winked.

"No, Jacob please give me the damn towel?!" Harry pleaded.

"Well since you said please...." he taunted.

"Jacob! For fucks sake, give the towel!" he yelled.

"Just come here." Jacob smirked. Holding up a corner in each hand, stretching it wide for him to walk into. Harry looked disgusted, trying to cover his body with his hands.

"Jacob!" Harry whined.

"It must be cold being naked, baby." Jacob mocked. "Isn't the breeze chilly?"

"n-no." his teeth chattered.

"Really? No goosebumps covering your body? Over your arms, boobs-"

"Ugh, fuck it!" Harry snapped, hoping out the shower and racing into the towel.

Jacob instantly closed the towel around his body, scrubbing him head to toe, drying him off, as he stood still, but anger filled his eyes, especially when Jacob dried over his curves and lower half, teasing him as he dried slower there.

"See, was the so bad?" Jacob mocked.

"Yes." Harry grumbled. "I suppose you won't leave and let me change?" he growled, earning a nod from Jacob.

"You suppose correctly." Jacob winked at him.

Harry groaned out and huffed. He took in a deep breath and then stepped out of the towels coverage and picking up his shirt.

"Need some help with that?" Jacob asked him.

"No...I got it..." Harry mumbled.

"Haz, just let me do it." Jacob smiled, stepping forward.

"No. I got it!" he argued.

"Harry." Jacob warned. His eyes met his and Harry sighed, frustrated, but caved.

"Fine." he pouted.

"Good boy." Jacob cooed, and he pressed his lips softly to Harry's shoulder a few times when he was done, kissing him on the soft skin, which smelt of the vanilla body wash.

"Thank you.." Harry whispered, slowly walking over to the rest of his clothes, putting on his knickers, then black singlet and dark denim shorts. He looked hot, and Jacob liked it. A lot.

"Done staring?" Harry snapped, looking at Jacob in the mirror behind him, as he brought a brush through his hair, then putting it into a neat ponytail.

"Now that the show is over, yes." Jacob mocked. "Now, c'mon, let's get you and the baby some food." He spoke up, leading Harry out the door.