Mommy • H.S

thirty nine ;;

| harry is nineteen, i know i keep changing stuff but i need everything to come together smoothly |

Nearly close to her eighth month of her pregnancy, her belly grows. Almost ready to pop, causing severe back pain and strong cravings for vanilla ice cream.

Harry tiredly walks along with August, around the mall. She groans loudly, turning back to see a woman.

"Watch where the fuck you're going." August scoffs, slipping back on her slipper, since the girl stepped on the back making it come off.

"August, please." Harry groans

"I'm sorry." The blonde sighs

"It's alright." Harry smiles

August groans, leaning on Harry. His arm holding her up, kissing her lips softly, he mumbles, "Maybe we should go back home."

"Fuck no, this mall has the best vanilla ice cream." August scoffs

"But you're in pain." Harry holds her arms as he walls behind her, steadying her.

"I need ice cream." August groans

"Plus, I look cute today. I finally showered." August sighs proudly

"You do look nice," Harry looks down at her ass in those tight yoga pants, trialing up to her exposed back where a sheer sweater lays on her shoulders.

Behind it, a simple black tank top, his eyes dart down to her fuzzy cat slippers. Smiling he kisses her cheek.

"I love you." Harry giggles

"I love you too papi." August smiles

"You smell like that perfume," Harry inhales her scent, biting down on his lip. "that I like."

"The strawberry one." August giggles, at Harry's breath tickling her neck. August stops, holding onto the banister of the glass gate.

Looking down, she watches people walk quickly around the wall.

"Smells nice, reminds me of the time.. we had sex outside in the hot tub." Harry moans

"Mm, stop. I'm hungry." August whines, but Harry refuses to stop, sucking on her neck, kissing the soft layer of skin.

"We haven't had sex in ages.." Harry moans, rubbing himself on her bum.

"I'm going to give you five seconds to remove yourself from me." August growls

Harry whines, pressing more kisses on her neck.

"Three.. Two.."

"Fine, fine, I'm off." Harry breathes

"Come on, Daddy needs to buy me some ice cream." August teases, winking

"Fucking tease." Harry groans softly

"Hi, what would you like?" A small, cheery man asks

"I want, some.. vanilla ice cream." August smiles

"I should've known, this is your fifth time coming here." The small man laughs

"Yeah, well, I'm pregnant and it's kinda all I can eat. Um, put it in this cup." August pulls out a large purple cup out her purse.

"Like last time." August smiles

"Sure." He nods

"Shit," Harry whispers pulling out his wallet. Groaning, he adjusts his package. Hissing at the aching in his cøck.

"How much?" Harry asks

"Thanks Daddy." August whispers, kissing his cheek.

"20.45 dollars," The small boy smiles shyly

He hands the boy a twenty along with two quarters, grabbing her hand leading her out the store.

"Thank you, Daddy." August smirks

"Fuck off." Harry chuckles, kissing her lips.

"Mm," he licks his lips, his tongue filling with the sweet taste of vanilla.

"Good, yeah? Have some." August almost shoves the spoon in his mouth. Gladly he adjusts, swiping the ice cream off the spoon with his mouth.

"Mm, really good." He nods, wiping his mouth.

"See? It was worth coming out here—"

Harry pushes his lips into hers, pushing his tongue gently into her mouth. Soaked with the taste of vanilla, gently their cold tongues meet.

Harry groans against her lips, feeling his erection throb harder.

"Don't get any ideas, I'm not fucking you tonight." August whispers, licking her lips, looking at him with lulled eyes, droopy almost.

"Please, I'll fuck you from behind." Harry breathes

"Mm, nope—"

"Please, it's— it's been a month. My cøck is gonna fall off." Harry grunts

"Harry, no, no and no. I look horrible, and and I smell so bad all the time for some reason." August groans

"I don't mind." Harry smiles

"No." August raises her eye brow at him.

"Then a handjob, mm, please mommy." Harry moans softly

"Maybe." August winks

"Please.. please don't tease me." Harry sighs

"Ugh, we need to pack. Did you get your shots?" August asks

"Yes, yes I did, I got my passport. I did everything last week like you told me to." Harry groans, walking next to her.

"Good, my parents want us there."

"Why, in Mexico?" Harry whines

"Because, that's where most of my family is from." August scoffs

"So, anyways.. about that handjob.."