Mommy • H.S

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"Oh, baby, Harry." August moans, grinding her hips harshly onto his hips. Their skin rubbing against each others.

"Mm, mommy." Harry whines, pressing delicate kisses on her cheek.

"Oh— oh my god." August moans, choking on her moans. Gripping Harry's back tightly.

"Fuck Mommy, I can feel you tightening around me. God, you're pūssy, so fūcking good." Harry groans

A choked moan leaves her lips, her face buried in his neck.

"Feels so good, Mommy." Harry whines

"Baby, oh my goodness." August moans, throwing her head back, moving gently. Swiveling her hips on his thick rod.

"Mm." Harry hums, biting down on her collarbone.

"Let go, let go." August pants

Harry frowns, "Mm?"

"Want you to fuck me, wanna lay down." August slurs, her eyes drooping in pleasure.

Harry nods, letting August lay down, while he sinks himself between her legs a loud, throaty moans leaves her lips.

She adores his body, loving how thick he is. How he fucks her, pushes her body to the absolute limit.

"Mommy, fūck I'm gonna come." Harry gasps

"Don't come, not yet. Don't you dare." August growls, yanking on Harry's hair.

"Please Mommy." Harry chokes

"No, please baby. Want you to fuck me more. More, please more." August bites down on her lip, moaning softly.

"I can't— fuck." Harry bursts his thick seed into her pūssy. Spilling over her pink walls.

"Asshole!" August whines

"Fuck, sorry." Harry shrugs

"The only bad part about our sex is that you don't last long." August raises her eyebrow

"Um, excuse me. We started having sex at exactly 2:05 it is now 2:34. I think I lasted enough." Harry says, folding his arms

"But I wanted more." August whines

"I could, eat you out. Mm?" Harry smirks

"Yes, yes, please." August groans

"Let me just put my boxers on." Harry grunts, standing up slipping his black boxers on.

"Oh, yeah I came inside you." Harry says, brushing his finger over her clit.

"I know, I felt it." August says

"And its leaking out. So, am I suppose to lick it up?" Harry grimaces

"Um, maybe if you hadn't came in me you wouldn't have to ask this question." August huffs

"Fine, fine, fuck." Harry rolls his eyes, pushing his lips softly against her clit.

"That feels good." August moans

Minutes later, August is yanking on Harry's hair. Squirming, letting out long moans. Grinding her hips on his tongue.

Almost suddenly, the doorbell rings loudly. Shrieking she sits up, Harry looks up, his lips soaked with her juices.

"Fuck, better not be my parents." August groans, grabbing her robe and slipping it on.

Harry falls back onto the bed, waiting for August to return.

"boo!" Niall yells

Harry sighs, looking at him boredly.

"Ooh, look who got laid." Niall chuckles

"Fuck off." Harry smirks

"Was it good?" Niall asks

"Amazing." Harry sighs blissfuy

"Amazing." He repeats

"Sick, I asked August to give me a tattoo."

"And I said, no." August smirks

"How'd you even know where she lives?" Harry asks

"Um, I know where you live and you said she was your neighbor, obviously she wasn't the house who had a billion little porcelain frogs in the window."

"Those creep me out." August says, slipping her shirt on. Adjusting her sweatpants.

"You're an artist, I have my tattoo set. Just give me one, please I'm done pūssying out." Niall scoffs

"And what if I screw it up?" August asks

"You won't. Please." Niall whines

"Fine, but if I screw it up. Don't be mad." August warns

"Absolutely." Niall agrees

"Um, let's go to kitchen. This room, is dirty." August sighs

"I bet." Niall scoffs

"Just, go to the kitchen, I want to change again. These pants are too tight." August nods

Niall grabs his bag, cluttered with stickers of Hello Kitty.

"I thought you told me that you weren't fucking with her anymore." Niall whispers, as they reach the kitchen.

"I am... I don't know. She told me she didn't call that girl.. and we've been hanging out a lot these past few weeks, after school." Harry says softly

"Well, be careful." Niall nods

"For sure." Harry sighs

"Okay, so what do you even want?" August asks

"I want two." Niall explains, "One, on my waist of a date and one on my ribs of marvin the martian." Niall smiles proudly

"Get it set up." August shrugs

Niall nods eagerly, setting up the ink, his own homemade machine.

"Alright, I'll draw with pen first. Then I'll you know, tattoo it." August says, getting on her knees.

Niall, drags his pants down slightly.

"Just, in numbers write February 12, 2009, so two, twelve, two thousand and nine." Niall sighs, the day he got into a car accident where his mother died.

"Alright, any particular font?" August asks

"Nope." Niall shrugs

August, frowns, where she gently writes on his porcelain skin. Soft and pale, August nods. Harry smirks, plugging in the machine.

"Oh fuck, okay Harry hold my hand." Niall pants

"Stop breathing so hard, relax." Harry says softly

Harry grips Niall's hand, laughing gently.

"Okay, okay, I'm calm." Niall exhales deeply

The needle, pokes his skin repeatedly, while August struggles to steady her hand, tracing the writing. Wiping away the excessive ink with a dry napkin.

"Are you done?" Niall asks

"Almost." August grunts

"Okay, now I'm done. Should we put neosporin on it?" August asks

"I think so." Harry shrugs,

"God, what am I even doing?" August huffs, coming back from her bathroom. Gently rubbing the cream on his red skin.

"God, I need some cheetos." Niall sighs