Magazines, Meddle, & Mushrooms ✿ H.S

Three

"Ready to have some fun baby?"

You smile, tilting your head and raising a brow when he meets your body; bag in hand of some edibles. "The guy does 'em in a way that we jus' eat some chocolate...cool right?" You nod slowly, watching as his ring-clad hands began fumbling with the ziplock bag. He got the bag open and handed you one, taking one out for himself and throwing the ziplock on the table. You couldn't believe it honestly, all that shit your colleague talked about now just ringing in your brain so fucking hard—ping, ping, ping. "I'll get Floyd going in a bit, interview me some more." He cheered, smiling with a wink as he sat down across from you. You took a bite and so did he, eye contact remaining like the smell of sex in the air. 


"Do you smoke pot?" He hums, scrunching his brows while you take another bite. "I mean sometimes, but jus' makes me tired." You nod, "Anything else?" he laughs at your smirk, taking a bite of his own edible. "Well, some stuff, but mainly shrooms." You nod, biting your last bite with a smile. "Are ya' from here?" You giggle and he raises his brows, "Wha'?" you tilt your head, "Are you from here...mate." He gasps softly, "Such a little fucker, and obviously not." He waits for a second, meeting your eyes with a smile. "Favorite position." You smile, licking your lips with a pondering gaze—charming really is one of the best words to describe him and you like charms. You hum, "Whatever gets your cock deep and hard." 


He chokes...on air. He loves it and you flash him an alluring smile that was enough to make him want to crawl under the table and eat you out; the mushrooms were the appetizer and you were dinner, and dessert. "But, my cock's big so we don't have to worry 'bout it." You nod, "Right, right." Neither of you could really wait for the magic to kick in, even if there was so much magic in the air you swore it was Halloween—and he could've mistaken you for a witch, yet he was the one throwing charms in the air.

"Harry."


"Yes baby." He smirks, the words dripping off his tongue with magic—could've been from the shrooms, but either way, it caused you to take in a shaky breath. You were practically smitten at how quick he responded, it was foreplay and it felt like heaven. 


You opened your mouth but he cut you off. "I wanna taste you." You giggled softly and he smirked, "Please...mushrooms make me thirsty." You snorted a laugh, "Fuck Harry." you pause, meeting his eyes, "Didn't you uh, say you bit the tip of your tongue off on shrooms?" He nods and you push your hair behind your ear, "Yeah, I did..." he pauses and you smile, but your jaw hits the floor when he sticks his tongue out, smirking behind it. You hum, "Nice tongue." he nods, smiling greatly as he furrowed his brows, "Thank you, wanna meet it." You get off the chair, your tits out from his kimono he told you to wear; he gulps, watching you walk over to his stereo. His mouth absentmindedly hangs open, his eyes trail over you and your tilted head as you looked for Meddle. 


"Harry." 


"Yes baby." You smiled, his words quick again. You ran your fingers over his vinyls, making a soft gasp when you found Meddle. "Never mind." He laughed softly, as you pulled the vinyl out and looked over at him. He had his arms hanging off the armrests and his head just ever so slightly tilted. "You hungry?" He smiled and you raised a brow, "Yeah, m'hungry." His voice was deep and you nodded, placing the vinyl where it would sit for hours. You turned it up a few more, not wanting your moans to get lost in the "background music", even if they would accompany it well. You turned your body and ran your hands down the opening of the kimono. He clenched his jaw as you sat on the back of his couch, "So would you like dinner served on the couch..." you wave your hand over the couch as he smiles, "or in bed?" 


He furrows his brows and you raise one, smirking as he got off the chair. You opened your mouth slightly just as he approached you—the two of you somehow managed to forget the mushrooms swimming through your bodies as it neared ten minutes. His hands ran down the opening of the kimono, opening it a bit more so your entire chest was hitting his gaze. He hums, licking his lips as your hands grab his, "M'thinking...let me taste ya' right now and then m'gonna lift you up and take you to my bed and fuck you." You nod softly as you lead his hands to the band of your underwear, his fingers dip into the top band as you chew on your bottom lip. His hands roughly pull your underwear down, kneeling as he does so. Your hands grip the edge of the couch as he lifts your one leg, placing it on his bare shoulder.