🍉🏠Harry's Watermelon House🏠🍉

The date was successful. Harry was quite nervous during most of it, but he hoped you didn't pick up on that. You enjoyed a meal at a small cafe and then made your way to a large pond in the center of London to watch the swans and ducks swim. It was a beautiful and simple setting for a first date.

In the week after your first date, you'd been texting each other on and off. The texts were casual, asking about each others days and including the occasional goodnight message. Since you got along so well, Harry was eager to set up a second date, and you immediately agreed. You found Harry to be quite charming and handsome. He was not only incredibly attractive, but also very kind and respectful. You could sense that he was nervous during your first date, but you were also feeling nervous, which helped to calm you, knowing that you were both in the same situation.

After thinking long and hard, Harry decided to invite you to his home for a second date. He was filled with various anxieties. One of his worries was whether the invitation to his house was too forward, possibly implying that he was looking for sex. In reality, it was more about wanting a laid-back second date where he could prepare a meal and enjoy your company. He hoped you'd view it as the latter, though he wouldn't be opposed to sex on the second date, especially considering how well you both connected during your first date and through your text conversations.

The main worry for Harry though was how he'd act. He's been diagnosed with OCD (obsessive convulsive disorder). This condition can manifest in various ways and may appear differently for each individual. In Harry's case, his OCD drives him to desire neatness and order. His home is exceptionally tidy, and he prefers to maintain control over the placement of all items.

For instance, his shoes must be perfectly aligned by the front entrance, as he never wears outdoor shoes inside his home. Or how he always keeps two decorative pillows on his couch. No more, no less. When he's out in public settings, he can hide his OCD pretty well, but at his home, its where his OCD is most present.

A lot of his compulsive ways are things even Harry himself can't explain. He genuinely does not understand why he feels compelled to arrange things in a specific manner, or do things a certain way. When he was younger, he was aware of these compulsions, but it was only after college that he received a formal diagnosis of OCD.

As a result of his OCD, the majority of his relationships have failed, because few were willing to tolerate his ways. Harry often tried to have a more relaxed attitude and not be concerned about the placement of the cups in the dishwasher, yet the anxiety he experienced when he didn't fix the cup placement his previous girlfriends did when washing up after dinner, would make him physically ill.

So Harry made a promise to himself; that if he brought a new girl over, he'd try his best to not let his OCD get in the way. He'd hate to scare you off on the second date.

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When you get to Harry's house, you can't help but notice how lovely the outside appears. It's a white townhouse with a black door and a small garden located beneath the front window. Very simple, yet endearing. You parallel park in front of his house and walk along the pathway that leads to his door. After taking a deep breath to calm your nerves, you knock on the door three times. Just as your fist departs from the door after the third knock, the door swings open, and Harry greets you.

"Hi Y/n, so glad you could make it." he speaks carefully, trying not to show his nerves, just like on the first date. He steps right outside the doorstep to reach in for a hug, which you accept.

Once he pulls back, you reply, "Hi Harry, and thank you. I'm excited for tonight. I really enjoyed our first date."

When Harry notices that you're still positioned in his doorway, he shyly invites you in. Before you enter however, he shares his number one rule. This rule is quite standard in many people's homes, so he doesn't expect it to scare you off. "Come in, come in. Just, if you wouldn't mind, could you please leave your shoes by the wall at the entrance? I generally don't like outside shoes in my house."

You offer a polite smile and follow his directions without a second thought. Given the amount of filth you've probably encountered today in the city, you don't blame him for wanting to avoid having your shoes track that into his home. After removing your shoes and looking around, you notice that his home is exceptionally tidy and smells lovely.

"You can have a seat at the table over there. I've just finished the food. Hope you like pasta." Harry nods to his small dinning room table. As you walk over, you see two plates of what looks like spaghetti bolognese with two glasses of red wine.

"Oh it looks lovely, Harry. And yes, I do love pasta." you state as you approach the table to take a seat. Perhaps you should have asked which seat was yours, but since both plates looked the same, you didn't think it was necessary. Harry on the other hand wants to correct you. He wishes to tell you that you are in his seat—the one he always chooses.

He holds back the urge to correct you, remembering that this is a second date and he wants to make a good impression on you. He doesn't want to scare you off with his OCD. So, he takes a deep breath and sits across from you. His body feels slightly uneasy in the chair that's so unfamiliar to him, but a small part of his brain, which acts as his voice of reason, reassures him that this is such a non-issue.

You enjoy the delicious pasta and sip wine as you chat about random topics. By the middle of the dinner, Harry has entirely forgotten that he's not seated in his usual chair. Your conversations have calmed his mind. After finishing your meal, Harry collects your plates and places them in the dishwasher, while inviting you to sit on his sofa in the living room. You move to the living room while you wait for his return.

The rest of the evening was spent talking on his couch, drinking more wine, and having a short make-out session towards the end of the night. All in all, the second date was a success. Harry's OCD was triggered only once, and it wasn't really your fault. You weren't even aware that you had done anything wrong.

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After a month of seeing each other, you both made your relationship official. You were now officially girlfriend and boyfriend. While this scared Harry because of the trauma from his previous relationship, he senses that you're different. You're not even aware of his OCD, yet you treat him with kindness and understanding.

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You first realized something was up when Harry had a panic attack after you washed his bed sheets without his consent. The night before, you had some amazing sex and fell asleep before changing the bedding. When you woke up the next morning and Harry wasn't next to you, you decided to remove all the bedding and carry it to his laundry room, thinking it was the polite thing to do since you're the one who got the most bodily fluids on the sheets the night before.

Harry wrote you a note to let you know that he'd gone out to get some fresh croissants from a nearby bakery and would be back shortly. As he quietly unlocked the front door after arriving back home, thinking you were still asleep, he instantly heard it. Harry heard the sounds of his washing machine running. Panic filled him. He doesn't like anyone using his washing machine. Only he knows the right settings to select and the exact amount of soap to apply. He also knows which items can be washed together and which should be washed separately.

He places the croissants on the kitchen counter and rushes to the laundry room. As he steps in, he sees his comforter bunched up on the floor next to the washing machine, which is currently running, likely with his sheets inside. The idea of you taking care of his dirty bedding is sweet in retrospect, but his brain is not thinking clearly at this moment.

He quickly leaves the laundry room and rushes up the stairs to find you. When Harry opens his bedroom door, he sees you making his bed with a spare set of sheets he had in his hall closet. Little did you know, Harry doesn't often change his sheets. He just washes the same pair until they become holey. This was likely due to a comfort preference. The familiarity of settling into the same sheets each night provided him with a sense of peace.

"Oh my God Y/n, what've you done?" Harry says way too harshly, but his chest is getting tighter and he feels seconds away from not being able to breath.

At first, you didn't notice his irritated tone. While still turned away from him, tucking the corner of the sheets in, you reply, "Thought I would help wash your bedding. I made quite the mess on them last night, thanks to you." A grin begins to form on your face as you recalled the previous night's events, but it quickly faded when you turned to face Harry. His expression shows anger, yet his body language seems to be asking for help.

"You, you.... didn't a....ask. Oh my God, you.... what have you....." he cuts himself off with a wheeze, and that's when you notice he's having a panic attack. You carefully walk up to him, frowning from his words, but your actions shows that you're there to help him.

Harry begins hyperventilating and points to his mouth and throat, barley muttering, "I... I can't b-reath."

You collect his sweaty hands into yours and lead him over to the edge of the bed. Once he's sat, you kneel in front of him and softly speak, "Hey, it's okay, follow me. Deep breath in, and deep breath out. Deep breath in, and deep breath out. Good, keep going. Deep breath in, deep breath out." Harry follows your breathing exercise, and after a minute he finally feels like he can somewhat breath again.

Before he has a chance to apologize, you begin apologizing, for not realizing you changing his sheets would trigger him this much. "Harry, I am so sorry. I, I should have asked first. I wasn't thinking. I thought I was doing you a favor but if I - "

Harry cuts you off with a harsh tone, but this time he doesn't mean for it to come out so harshly. He's more mad at himself than anything. "No, don't apologize. It's.......... it's... fuck, I have somethin' I've been keepin' from you and I guess now is the perfect time to tell you. Just been nervous with how you'll react because m'past girlfriends never understood and never tried to help me and.... and I want to get better, I do. It's just hard."

"What is it, Harry? You can tell me. I won't judge you or be mad." Now you were getting impatient. What kind of secret has he been hiding from you?

Taking a deep breath, Harry spits out with teary eyes, "I've got OCD. Diagnosed OCD. Was diagnosed right after college. It's different for everyone, but mine makes me feel a need to do things a certain way, have things organized in a certain way. I like to be in control a lot. I hate being this way. I've been tryin' to suppress these OCD triggers since we started seeing each other because I didn't want to scare you away. Like I apparently did with my last girlfriend. It's just so hard." A sob escapes him after speaking.

You frown with sympathy. You knew Harry definitely had a type A personality, with how clean and organized he kept his house, but you never realized the reason behind it or to what extreme he took it to. "Shhh, it's okay, Harry. No need to get worked up. Thank you for telling me." You lace your fingers with his and get up off the floor to sit beside him on the bed. "Now, so I can understand, can you share with me what about me changing your sheets triggered you? Was it because you normally like doing it yourself? Or did I do it all wrong?"

You're being so kind and understanding, and it almost makes Harry even more emotional. "Um, you're gonna think m'crazy."

You let out a soft laugh and reply, "No I won't, silly. I just want to understand so I don't trigger you anymore. I would like to learn your triggers so I can prevent them."

"Well, it's just, I use a very specific amount of soap and a very specific setting on my machine. Then I sorta never use other sheets. The pair in the washer right now is the only pair I use. They're just the perfect amount of soft and I like the way they feel."

"But you have a whole shelf of folded sheets in the hall closet."

Shaking his head, Harry explains, "Don't use them for my bed. Only spare rooms if I have guest over. Or if I absolutely have to, I will use them on my bed, but that's rare."

You give a soft smile in understanding before asking, "Can you share more of your OCD triggers. Or things your OCD makes you do?"

Finally having calmed down from his crying, Harry takes a shuddered breath and answers, "Well, I don't allow outside shoes in m'house. That's why I ask you to line your shoes up by the front door. I keep a certain amount of pillows on m'couch at all times. I have to organize the dishwasher a certain way. And um, I didn't want to bring it up, but on our second date when I cooked for you, you sort of sat in my normal chair at the table. But that wasn't your fault for not knowing."

"Okay, those are good things to know. And sorry about taking your seat. You should have spoke up. I would have moved if I'd known."

"Baby, it's really okay. Honestly, it was great exposure therapy for me."

"Speaking of therapy," you hesitantly speak before continuing, "have you ever been to therapy? Or tried to get medicine that would help your OCD?" Harry shakes his head no, almost embarrassed to admit he's never sought out professional help. Maybe if he had sought out help earlier, his last relationship would have worked out. "Hey, that's okay. I can help you. If you want. Help you set up a doctors appointment and we can look into therapy for you. I'll also help you at home. Just gotta let me know what to do and what not to do."

"You don't realize how much this means to me, Y/n. I've struggled with this for so long, and to know I could get help makes me feel a little lighter inside." Harry's shoulders sag for the first time this morning, finally letting some of the tension in his body go. Unfortunately his muscles will always hold some amount of unwanted tension.

"Glad I could help." you answer and reach in for a hug. Harry gladly hugs you back and you stay embraced for quite a few minutes before breaking to say, "So, about your sheets....."

Taking a calming breath, Harry replies back to what he knows you're asking. "Honestly, you can finish washin' my sheets and comforter. Gonna let that be exposure therapy. But unfortunately, I don't think I can bare exposure therapy by sleeping on these sheets. Sorry."

You smile, happy he's at least compromising by allowing you to finish washing his precious sheets. You don't mind having to re-strip the bed if that means Harry will feel more comfortable having his original sheets back on before tonight's sleep.

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Contrary to what most people would think, having two boyfriends for the last four years was more fun than it was a handful. Especially when they were the ones basically stumbling over each other to dote on you the most. You first met Harry and Rowan at your university’s LGBTQIA+ club, JustLove. Rowan was actually the club’s social VP at the time, so he planned all of the community support & outreach programs and fundraising and social events. He was the one manning the booth at the graduate orientation you attended before you started your Digital Media & Marketing program and he was just so sweet and friendly and encouraged anyone who walked by to attend, whether they were part of the queer community or just allies. You remember that you liked his vibe so you agreed to attend the mixer they’d have in a couple weeks and well, that proved to set you on a course that you did not expect.

….FOUR YEARS PRIOR….

You were a bit nervous when you first stepped into the event. It was pretty packed, which was promising and on top of that, everyone was just so kind. When you finally ran into Rowan he was so pleased you had arrived and dragged you over to introduce you to Harry, his boyfriend. He expertly pulled him away from the conversation he was in and had him join you tow.

“Harry, this is Y/N. A new member I hope?” He asked you and you smiled.

“Yeah, I think I’ve been won over.” You assured him.

“Perfect!” He exclaimed joyfully. You then properly met Harry with a handshake and an easy pleasantry.

Rowan was a conventional kind of attractive. He had a well-structured and clean shaven face, trendy, but functional style, a lean but sturdy physique, and a smile that made you wonder if those were his real teeth (you later found out they were in fact his own). Then Harry, well he seemed to be the more creative spirit of the two, he was also lean and quite strong based off of his appearance. The first thing you noticed on him was his smile; there was an innocent and pure quality to it that just made you want to go up and pinch his cheeks and poke at his dimples. It didn’t look like a veneered-Hollywood smile like Rowan’s but you preferred it actually. His hair was in a slight mullet and his facial hair a bit scruffy, and his style was more personalized and a tad quirky, but it worked really well. You made quite a few friends that night, including the pair, and also collected some information at the table near the entrance about some local support groups/dating events in the community, and of course, joined the club.

Fast-forward to a poly-only dating event in the general community a few months later and you were surprised to see the couple there. At first you though that maybe Rowan was one of the ones helping out. You honestly assumed they monogamous from what you’d seen so far, but the more you observed as you waited in line at the bar, the sooner you realized that they were both there and flirting the living daylights out of other individuals with not red-colored leis. There was a whole color system to help people identify others that had similar interests/goals for the event. You had a green one on, meaning that you were up for anything with anyone really. Truth be told, you wanted a relationship badly, but you were already so busy with work and school. You only started your master’s program for a very lucrative pay raise and the opportunity to work even bigger projects for the firm you were at. All this to say, that green seemed to be the category you fit into the best. And when you finally made it out to the floor to start chatting people up the first person to walk up to you was Harry with a knowing smirk.

“I had a feeling about you…knew I was right.” He said as he extended his arms for a hug and you laughed as you stepped into his embrace. You wouldn’t say you were close friends with him and Rowan, but you did hang out a lot, often in a group setting, so the hug wasn’t out of place.

“Takes one to know one…” you joked and he chuckled.

“I guess so.” He hummed, “So…green lei, huh?” He inquired with a slightly suggestive undertone.

“Yep…” you confirmed, nervous to flirt back with him, so you glanced away briefly.

“No need to be shy, Y/N. We’re both at a poly dating event.” He reminded you and you giggled and glanced up at him.

“Yeah, but…your boyfriend is my friend so…I don’t know…feels like I’m crossing a line, you know?” You explained.

“If this were to cross a line I wouldn’t even think about approaching you.” He said, “I wouldn’t put him or you in a position like that.” He reassured you.

“I appreciate that. Thank you, Harry.” You smiled.

“Of course. Ummm, so how are you classes going?” He asked and you giggled.

“Pretty good. Though, I had forgotten how rigorous school can be. I’m not going to lie, I’m pretty exhausted.” You confessed.

“Yet you made the time to be here.” He added and you shrugged.

“Work-life balance!” You reasoned and he chuckled.

“Yeah…I like that.” He chuckled again and you giggled. “So…back to the green lei…” he brought up again. “Up for anything, right?” He asked and you shrugged.

“I could be depending on who it is though. As long as our interests align or whatever.” You explained and he nodded.

“So…if Rowan and I were interested in…having you over for drinks would that be…something you’re open to?” He asked and you were absolutely stunned. You did find them both attractive and you had good chemistry with them. You chuckled nervously and glanced away as you felt the blood rushing up to your face.

“I don’t even know what to say…” you chuckled breathily.

“Y/N, I promise it’s just drinks.” He assured you, “Just to see if the vibe is right.” He added.

“And Rowan is okay with this?” You asked and Harry nodded.

“Absolutely. I think he was just too shy to ask.” He added, “Not that I wouldn’t have asked by my own will, but kind of like what you had expressed to me. I was worried that maybe I would be crossing a line since Rowan is your friend. But I mean, we both sort of have crushes on you and if you’re open to it…” he smirked as he playfully tugged at your green lei once before letting go. You bit your lip to suppress your smile and then glanced back up into his eyes, “We’d love to have you over sometime.” He finished extending his offer once more. You didn’t waste another moment to think about it and nodded.

“Tell me when and I'm there.”

…. FLASH BACK OVER….

It had been about six months of being their third before they asked you to be their girlfriend and you easily accepted. Life with Rowan and Harry was amazing. They were finishing up their programs when you had started, so they took good care of you while you did both work and school, you figured their attentiveness would wain when you were back to just working, but it never did. Rowan was more the type to care for you with acts of service. Since he worked from home a large part of the time he’d get your tires rotated, oil changed, run errands or do housework you would put off because you hated it or didn’t have the time. Harry was more of the quality time person, he enjoyed connecting with you by doing things with you, like making dinner, cleaning together, folding laundry, helping you with work projects, taking you lunch or dinner when you were swamped. The point being that between the two, you were well looked after and loved and you loved them both just as hard. 

Lately, you’d been absolutely swamped with work. You’d received that pay raise you wanted and a promotion opportunity came up recently and you’d taken it of course. But that meant that you oversaw a lot more things now and you’d been out at work lot. You’d been neglecting the boys a lot. They understood you were mentally drained and that you needed to rest when you were home, but you still felt awful about it, so you had given them a direction that when they’d had enough of you being immersed in your work, to just do what they needed to do when they saw fit. And apparently, they were calling in their privileges when you received a text from Harry that said NSFW first on your lock screen notification. You glanced around to make sure  no one was approaching your office and then got up and closed the door before settling in and opening the message. A video… to be safe, you grabbed your AirPods from your purse and slipped them in before playing this video.

The minute the picture fully showed you were trying so hard not to have your jaw be on the ground, so you bit your lip instead. You watched as Harry and Rowan came into focus on the screen, stark naked, stroking themselves languidly.

“Baby, it’s high time you spend more time with us. So I’m going to need you to say you’ve got a family emergency and come home.” Harry said lowly, “We miss you and we need you to come take care of us the way only you can.”

You felt your cheeks heating up as you started to get turned on as you watched them play with themselves for a few more seconds before he was smiling into the camera and the video cut off. You had to do this…you owed it to them. They’d been so patient, only taking care of things themselves for the last several weeks. And besides, you really want to know what they had in store for you. You quickly started to type your response: “I’ll be leaving soon.”

With that you started drafting an email to your direct supervisor and made up some fib that excused you from work and then followed that up with a quick phone call to her. You’d been putting in such long hours so she didn’t mind you dipping out at noon this time. You gathered your belongings  and then proceeded to head to the parking garage. As soon as you settled in, you called Harry, as he had been the one to text you.

“Hey, I was able to get off early.” you informed.

“Good, baby…that’s so fucking good, baby, keep going.” You heard him mumble lowly and then realized that he wasn’t talking to you anymore. His soft pants made your ears tingle and your core to flutter in arousal. “Rowan is just so good with his mouth…” he mumbled and sighed in pleasure, “I think he might even be a little better than you.” He chuckled teasingly and you pouted as you heard this, you had every need to prove him wrong. There was always a little bit of friendly competition between you all which led to extremely satisfying sexual experiences as a triad. “H…” you whined.

“We left a surprise for you in the glove box.” He shared, “A new toy, for our favorite girl.”  He said and you bit your lip, “Go on and grab it for us.” He instructed and you glanced around the parking garage before reaching over and looking inside to find one of those silky, drawstring bags. You reached for it and then opened it before dumping it into your lap and you bit your lip upon seeing the hot pink dual vibrator. “It’s that Lovense one we had been looking up last time, remember?”

“Oh, I remember…” you hummed in amusement. Your clit was so ridiculously sensitive, and if your g-spot was simultaneously vibrated it was sure to be a mess.

“It’s fully charged and sanitized for you. We’re gonna play a game on your way home.” Rowan chimed in and you chuckled again.

“This sounds dangerous…what if I come and crash?”

“Oh, you won’t be coming. It’s an edging game.” He said and you groaned.

“Why do you think we hyped you up to stay in that pretty little dress today?” Harry asked and you smiled.

“Go on and get it in that tight little pussy.” Rowan instructed.

“You didn’t even give me lube!” 

“Oh please, like you need it…” Harry said and you sniggered.

“True…” you whispered lowly. “Give me a minute.” You said and scooted your seat all the way back to get the toy inside of you. You were a but hyper vigilant to ensure there were no cameras or people coming around, it was lunch time so you knew people would start flocking out if they were stepping out to eat. You were already getting wet, but not enough to have the thickest part of the toy slip in comfortably. You proceeded to lick your index and middle finger and then rubbed over your clit gently. Your hands were cold from the office, so you gasped as your legs slightly twitched from this. “I’m…just working myself up a little bit.”

“Good girl, get nice and wet. Rub your little clit.” You whimpered as you went a bit harder, not without nervously glancing around. But then again, the idea of someone walking out and possibly seeing you in this state had your head falling back as you moaned. You then ran your fingers down to your entrance as pushed against your entrance a bit. You moaned softly as you felt your arousal starting to pool there. 

“I think I’m ready.” You said.

“Go on then. Turn it on and put it inside.” You did as you were instructed and you whimpered as you pushed with a bit more pressure until your entrance stretched enough to let the thickest part in. You felt delightfully full, it wasn’t as thick as either of your boyfriends, but thick enough that it felt a bit weighty between your legs. Then you continued to press it in until the tip rested right up against your g-spot and you whined a bit louder as you ground down into the seat to feel it press into your most sensitive spot again. Your muscles tightened up and squeezed around the silicone toy. The other smooth pad rested over your clit and you knew that whatever game the boys wanted to play with you was going to leave you a fucking mess. You fixed your underwear over yourself again and fixed the skirt of your dress before telling them that you had put it in.

“It’s in.” You said and next thing you knew the toy buzzed to life and your phone fell from your hands and into your lap as you grabbed the steering wheel hard. “Oh fuck!” You whimpered as your clit and g-spot were simultaneously assaulted with intense vibrations. You swore the waves were even vibrating your brain from how hard they were. The perks of playing with a brand new toy, it made you drunk on pleasure. It also felt like the toy was also wiggling back and forth inside of you, the way Harry or Rowan’s fingers would when they fingered you. It was prodding your g-spot over and over again in a dizzying manner. You reached for your phone again desperately, “It’s too much! Please!” You whimpered and the vibrations diminished to a very low level, “Thank you.” You panted in relief. You gasped when you heard a few taps on your window and then turned to see one of your coworkers, Blake, outside looking in. “Someone’s at my window, hold on.” You said softly as you turned on the car to get the window down. 

“Hey, you left in kind of a rush. Is everything okay?” He asked you in concern and you nodded, just about to respond when the vibrations came on a bit harder and you gasped and he frowned in concern. Your eyes met his nervously.

“S-sorry, bad cramps.” You explained and he hummed sympathetically, “But yeah, everything’s alright. Just my boyfriend had car troubles and needs to get picked up f-from the repair shop.” You fibbed.

“Oh alright. I hope it’s not anything too serious or pricey.”

“Same. We’ll see what the mechanic says though.” You said softly and he frowned as you seemed so out of it.

“Are you sure you can drive like this?”

“Y-yeah, I took a painkiller a bit ago it should…oh…” you whimpered and then felt yourself start to heavily leak into your underwear, “It should kick in soon. Look, I really need to go, okay? I’ll see you tomorrow. Enjoy your lunch.”

“Thanks. Drive safe!” He smiled and you nodded as he walked away. You rolled the window up and turned on the car which caused the call to merge into the car’s speaker system.

“You guys suck.” You panted as you heard them chuckling.

“You did well.” Rowan assured you and you sighed.

“So, what’s this game you two are planning?”

“An edging game. Red light-green light.” Harry said, “You’re going to take the streets home, not the highway.” He instructed, “And you’re gonna tell us the color of the light whenever you’re passing a traffic light. If it’s green, the vibrations are gonna stay on high. When they turn yellow they’ll go to medium, and if it’s red we stop the vibrations. You’ll still feel the fingering sensation though. Gotta keep you on the edge somehow.” He said, you could hear the smirk he was wearing as he shared the plan they had.

“How am I supposed to drive like this?” You chuckled with a nervous excitement.

“Good thing you have a Tesla, love.” Rowan added and you rolled your eyes. “We’re gonna stay on the line and play a little to get ready for when you get home, alright?”

“Okay.” You hummed and started to pull away.

The drive home through the streets could take up to half an hour, specially during lunch rush hour. This was going to be torture. Incredible, but torture none the less. You were pretty awful at edging with being so sensitive. It was something they seldom made you do because you had the resolve of pubescent teenage boy and couldn’t contain your urge to come the moment it hit you. Just wishing the first five minutes, you’d only had green lights at the intersections, so the vibrations were not slowing down. Your knuckles were white from how hard you were gripping the steering wheel. Thank god for the autopilot because you could at least writhe your hips and legs as much as you needed to get through it.

“Yellow! The next light’s turning yellow! Please! I can’t…I have to cum! Oh fuck, red! It’s red!” You cried out and sighed in relief as the vibrations stopped. But the pressure on your g-spot was still keeping you there, building you up to the edge. It felt so good. “Oh fuck, I-I’m gonna come!” You whimpered.

“No you’re not, stop squeezing, baby. Just relax and it’ll stop digging into your spot as hard.” Harry chuckled and you found the will to relax your pelvic muscles and it did help some, you were just getting to a manageable place when the light turned green and you pouted, “S’green again.” You said softly and the vibrations came on at full force again. You were going to squirt…you weren’t even halfway home.

Your panties were absolutely drenched. You were buzzing from head to toe while the lights were green, but were thankfully as the traffic started to get heavier the closer you got to home. You were grateful for the red lights for once in your life, but found that no matter if you got a 30 second break or a minute break at the lights, when the green light came on you were right back near the edge, doing everything in your power to stave off your orgasm. You had been close to coming at least ten times and were still a little under ten minutes out from the house. It was getting to be too much.

“You’re doing so good, baby. You’re doing so good for us.” Rowan hummed before hissing, you could hear Harry in the background, humming happily, more than likely around Rowan’s cock. You didn’t feel like you were doing good. You were one green light away from having the biggest orgasm of your life.

“It’s too much…I’m gonna come!” You whimpered feebly and heard him chuckle.

“Just relax, baby. Just relax, you can do it.” He assured you. 

You could feel your walls pulsating hard around the toy. Your toes were curled in your shoes and your chest rising and falling heavily. The only thoughts in your brain were “Don’t come. Don’t come. Don’t come. Don’t come.” You start to mumbled it lowly, like a mantra as you made it through another green light. Just two more until you were home. Your thighs were tense and quaking. You’d surely be sore the following day, but you couldn’t help but feel the anticipation for whatever was to come bubbling up inside of you, adding to your pleasure. This must be good if even Harry had done his very best to keep it from you, he was usually awful at keeping secrets.

Thankfully, you made it home, but walking with the toy buried between your legs was a feat. You could feel how sticky you were with your own arousal with each step you took. Your hands were shaking as you tried to key your way in. Just as you were about to turn the lock, the door opened. There were Harry and Rowan, smirking smugly at your trembling body. You took one more step forward before you pouted and started to cry. You had no idea why you cried, but you just wanted to come so fucking bad.

“Oh baby, c’mere.” Harry hummed and you hugged around his bare chest and buried your face into the crook of his neck, “You’re alright. S’a lot for you. I know…” He hummed as he rubbed his big, warm hands up and down your back. Rowan was quick to shut the toy off on the app and that made you feel better right away, “We’re gonna take good care of you, baby.” He said comfortingly before you felt Rowan come up and hug you from behind, his skin was so warn you could feel it through the thin fabric of your dress. You smiled through your tears and reached down for one of his hands, your fingers intertwined with his to also show him some affection. “We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want.” He said and you immediately pulled back.

“I do!” You said quickly and he chuckled, “Just need to come. So fucking bad.” You explained and he smiled as Rowan kissed the back of your shoulder and then your cheek.

“Then lets get you to the bedroom.” Rowan hummed and you nodded. Before you knew it, you were quickly undressed and then placed on the bed. Rowan hovered over you and kissed you gently as his fingers started to tug on the toy to get it out of you. “Relax for me, baby.” You nodded and exhaled slowly and then he pulled it out which made your head fall back in relief. He groaned lowly as he glanced down to see the strings of arousal clinging to the  toy. Thick, clear strings of it were connecting your pussy to the toy still and it was driving him and Harry mad.

“So fucking wet…shit.” Harry said softly in sheer amusement as he brushed his thumb over your swollen and throbbing clit quickly. Your legs twitched as you whimpered, still hypersensitive from the constant stimulation you’d been receiving. 

Rowan stepped away to go put the down in the bathroom and then Harry’s finger traveled down to your entrance. He barely dipped his finger in, just enough to help coax your slimy strong of arousal to drip down to your other, tighter entrance. He licked over his lips as he watched it dripping nice and slow, like honey. He wanted to get his mouth on you and make you come so badly, but that wasn’t the plan. As much as he wanted to give you what you wanted, this was meant to be a partial punishment for being somewhat neglectful to them over the last several weeks. They knew you were busy with work, but lately it was like you had just started to drown in it without any care for how it was impacting your relationship with them. They want to remind you that they could be there for you and make the stress diminish if you’d let them in. He then reached out and rubbed over your puckered little hole, all sticky with your arousal.

“Gonna let us play in here, today? Hmmm?” He asked and you whimpered but nodded, “Yeah? Can I start to open you up for me?” He asked and you pouted.

“For Ro.” You said and he smirked.

“Still too big for you there?” He asked smugly, fully knowing the answer.

“You know y’are.” You hummed and he smiled and leaned down to kiss you gently as he pressed his finger in. Your wetness was enough to make the glide easy, but you still whimpered as he pushed in deeper. He started to pump his finger in and out gently.

“Want another one, baby?” He mumbled against your lips.

“Yes.” You confirmed breathily. He then sunk his middle finger into your pussy to get it nice and wet before he pressed it in beside his index finger. You whimpered at the initial stretch, but seeing as this wasn’t your first time doing this, you got used to sensation quickly and started to thrust up in pleasure. You needed some stimulation on your clit again. Badly. Just moments later Rowan returned with a medium plug for your butt. Harry started to very gently scissor his fingers in and out to stretch you out a bit further. Your muscle memory allowed for your body to relax into it more quickly.

“Give me the plug, baby.” Harry hummed to Rowan and he handed it over easily. He then wrapped his arms around his torso and peered down at you over Harry’s shoulder with a smile. “Deep breath, baby. In and out and then relax f’me.” Harry said to you and you did as you were told and on the exhale he started to press in the plug, “Good, girl. That’s it…here comes the biggest part, relax f’me.” He cooed and you did as best as you could to relax, still wincing at the girthiest part of it before it tapers down again and your body finished drawing it into you the rest of the way. “There you are, nice and full, yeah?” He asked and you nodded. “Alright. Get comfy up there.” He said and you got distracted a bit as you watched Rowan’s hands start to slide down to the hem of Harry’s shorts. You could barely see his erection straining against the material because they were black, but once Rowan got a hold of it you couldn’t unsee it. It made your mouth water. 

“Go on, babe. Get comfy.” Rowan said as Harry’s throat bobbed thickly before his lips parted as a soft groan slipped past his pretty, pink lips. You slid up to the pillows and watched as Rowan continued to tease and grope Harry’s cock over his shorts a few times before starting to tug them down. Harry helped him to get them off and seconds later his erection fell forward with it’s weight before standing right up. He sighed in relief and Rowan hummed in satisfaction as he pushed down a bit with his index finger and then moved it, allowing it to spring back up, “So fucking hard…” he mused, “You wanna get in that tight, soaked little pussy, don’t you?” He asked and Harry bit his lip as he watched you and nodded. Rowan pressed a sloppy kiss to his jaw before wrapping his palm around it, “Spread your legs, baby. Show us your pretty pussy.” He said as he looked into your eyes. 

You bit your lip and propped yourself up a bit better before doing as you were told and spreading your legs to show them the shiny and sticky mess between your legs. Harry moaned as his mouth started to water. He wanted to taste you so fucking bad, you could see the hunger in his eyes before they fluttered closed as Rowan started to stroke him faster. It’s almost as if Harry grew impatient; he quickly turned around and grabbed Rowan’s face and kissed him ardently before letting his hands travel down to pulled his sweats down. Rowan’s cock also fell of its confines and Harry started to stroke him too. Rowan’s mouth fell open as Harry’s thumb rubbed against the little slit at his tip, always a weak spot for him.

“Do it together. At the same time.” He muttered and Harry nodded and pulled him a bit closer before grabbing them both as best as he could in his hands and jerking them off together. The three of you watched on lustfully as this went on. Rowan let his spit fall over their cocks for a better glide and Harry started to go faster. His lip was bitten beneath his teeth as their cocks rubbed together and the sounds of their moans egged him on. 

“Fuck, need your mouth, baby. Suck my cock.” He requested and Rowan nodded before dropping to his knees and immediately sucking Harry’s tip between his lips. His jaw slacked as he watched him nuzzle closer and closer until he had Harry’s sizable cock down his throat. “Oh shit…” he chuckled breathily in amazement as one of his hands came around to the back of Rowan’s head and held him down for a bit longer. You saw Rowan’s jaw relax as Harry started to thrust gently. “You alright, baby?” He asked and Rowan glanced up with tearful eyes as he held back his gag and nodded gently, “Good. Relax that throat for me…shit, just like that.” He groaned as his eyes closed and started thrusting a bit faster. “Fuck, I’m so close…fuck…” he moaned.

You were mesmerized as you watched Rowan taking Harry’s cock the way he was. He had far more years of practice than you did and it showed. You were also impressed at Harry’s resolve as he gently caressed Rowan’s cheek bone and asked him to pull off. He was good at the edging bit, unlike you. And then it was his turn to reciprocate. It made you feel some type of way to see men like them getting on their knees for each other. They just looked so good like that, so natural. It was odd, but reminded you of why you loved them. They were so secure in themselves, they didn’t care what anyone else thought of them or their choices, as long as they were happy with them, they were at peace. And at the end of the day, that’s all that mattered, that you were happy. They taught you that and were reminding you of it now with this little plan they had. That yes, life went on and could get busy, but what good was it to have the job, the house, the car, the money that came with success if you couldn’t enjoy the fruits of your labor with people you loved. It hit you like a ton of bricks and made your heart swell with happiness. 

You smiled as Rowan’s eyes met with yours as his fingers buried into Harry’s hair. He was far less gentle than Harry was with him. He thrusted into his mouth to get his fill. You wanted to be tagged in so badly. You were achingly to feel something. Sure, you were crying over the vibrator earlier, but what you would give to have it stuffed inside of you right now, torturing you in ways that made you feel like your brain would break from the sheet willpower it took to stave off your orgasms. 

“You can touch yourself, baby. Just no coming.” Rowan said to you and you nodded and brought your fingers down to your weepy cunt. You smeared around your slick as you watched your boys getting each other off, dragging it up to your clit and whining softly as you swirled your fingers around your sensitive little pearl. It felt so good, you couldn’t help but go faster as you watched them before you. Like you, Rowan didn’t have as strong of a willpower as Harry did, so when Harry pulled away from him by the moans he was emitting with a smug smile, you knew it was time for the next event. 

“Want a taste, love?” Harry asked you and you nodded eagerly. 

In moments, you were the one sucking Harry off while you simultaneously stroked Rowan off leisurely, he was still sensitive from the face-fuck he’d given Harry. Rowans fingers were teasing at your entrance, giving you a slight taste of what was to come. Hearing the soft smacks of their kissing above you was making you want to look, but with the way Harry’s tip was grazing the back of your throat, it was near impossible to keep your eyes open as you tried your best to breathe through your nose and hold back the gag that kept trying to come up until you couldn’t anymore. Your throat spasmed and squeezed the head of Harry’s cock and he groaned through a laugh. 

“Shit…you try your best, baby.” He hummed and you pushed him closer by the back of his thigh, “S’alright. Don’t hurt yourself.” He encouraged you, “You haven’t been properly warmed up.” He assured you. 

Just then, Rowans thick fingers sunk into your pussy and pressed in deep, until the knuckle. He curled them up and grazed over your g-spot. You moaned in pleasure around Harry’s cock, no longer minding him or Rowan’s cock, paralyzed by the stimulation you were receiving. 

“Lick her pussy. I want her to suck me.” Rowan mumbled and Harry pulled away before settling in between your legs. 

“Oh…oh my god!” You mewled as Harry wasted no time in using his tongue to lick up the entirety of your pussy. Your moans were soon muffled by Rowan’s cock stuffed between your lips. It soon became evident that you weren’t going to do much sucking, so he started to fuck your mouth nice and easy, gradually working up to harsher thrusts. But when Harry added his fingers into the mix your thighs started to tremble. You felt the soft rumbles of his chuckle against your center and he completely pulled out his fingers, leaving you empty and wanting. But seconds late he stuffed them back in to the hilt. You were so sensitive at your entrance as well, so him going in and out was winding you up.

“She’s gonna come soon.” Harry said to Rowan who hummed and then pulled out of your mouth just as Harry withdrew his fingers from you and knelt up. You pouted up at them, they were both smiling down at you with a clear plan in mind. Each one grabbed one of your thighs and pulled it open just a bit more. Then you watched with hazy eyes as Rowan guided his tip to your entrance and just rubbed over it. You whimpered as your pleading eyes met his mischievous ones. You were so sensitive there too. “Look at that…so fucking wet.” Harry hummed in amusement as sticky strings of your slick connected the tip of Rowan’s cock to your entrance. “Make space.” Harry mumbled and Rowan pulled off to the slide and tapped his dick over your clit all the while Harry brought his cock down to your sopping entrance, just barely adding enough pressure to make it feel like he would sink the tip in, but not compelling the motion. “Shit…such a warm, wet little thing.” 

You watched in awe as he slid up to your clit too, their cocks rubbing together before sliding back down to your entrance, both of them prodding and sliding over your little hole. You were watching them smile in amusement as they playfully dueled over who would get to fuck into you first. You were leaking arousal now, moaning and practically vibrating impatiently as they took turns teasing your entrance. Your abdominal muscles were burning as you strained to keep your eyes on their cocks. It was so hot and it was so much! You were going to come like this. 

“Look at that…your little cunt is so hungry for it. Your little hole is fluttering.” Rowan hummed and you moaned, “Gonna come?”

“Yes! Fuck! Y-you’re gonna make me come!” You whimpered desperately. You had held back so many orgasms that you felt just about ready to explode. 

“Should we let her come?” He asked Harry and you looked to him pleadingly and he smiled at you lovingly.

“Yeah, I think she’s had enough.” He decided, “Besides, she should be as relaxed as possible before she’s double stuffed.” He said and you moaned at the image that came up in your head. 

Suddenly it was all too much. Feeling their hot, hard cocks rubbing and dipping at your entrance and clit. Their big hands holding you open to watch your tortured little pussy produce inhuman amounts of slick for them to use you and fuck you stupid. Your legs started trembling and your breath caught in your throat. That fire in your belly was started to spread, the embers of pleasure started to spark with each pass and dip of their cocks at your entrance. You whined and whimpered, unable to writhe how you wanted by the two large men holding you open and in place.

“Think she can take us both?” Harry asked lustfully as he pressed his cock right in beside Rowan’s and you gasped as he started to press in. Your entrance stretching along as their tips fought to get in. You were wet enough for it, you had no idea how it would even work in terms of logistics, but the thought of it was about to make you come. When Harry’s thumb started rubbing over your clit your legs twitched as the pleasure started to run down them. And suddenly, your entrance gave and the heads of their cocks got drawn in and your high pitched moan mixed in with their dee and guttural moans and that was what pushed you over the edge. The pleasure zapped through your entire body like a strike of lightening in a dry and barren field and set you ablaze.

“I’m coming!” You cried out pathetically as your pussy squeezed around them hard, they couldn’t get any deeper with hard your pussy was pulsating around them but they didn’t need anything else. Your body was trembling as Harry kept rubbing your clit as goosebumps covered your body, both of them gently thrusting in and out until you were squirting everywhere. Their deep groans only added to your orgasm. Rowan’s other hand was groping your breast, pulling at your nipple as you shivered violently. Your ears were ringing and your brain fuzzy. When the height of it started to subside, you blinked your eyes open, they were tearful. Tears of relief and pleasure.

Harry cooed and smiled down at you as he started to pull out of you. You winced at the stretch again and then Rowan gently withdrew from you as well.

“Alright?” He asked you and you nodded with a satisfied smile.

“Yeah.” You confirmed softly and then Rowan dipped down to kiss your lips quickly before Harry did the same.

“Ready for the main event?” He asked and you nodded.

Rowan hurried to get a condom and lube as Harry eased the butt plug out of you. That was always the hardest part for you, but again, he dipped his thin long fingers into you to slick them up before easing them into your tightest entrance, prepping you for Rowan’s cock. When he returned Harry settled onto his back and they got you on all fours. There was nothing better than being stuffed full with both of your guys, the ones who had your heart. They were gentle with you for this part, it was a lot. You first settled yourself onto Harry’s cock, you loved how he reached the best spot inside of you. They gave you a few minutes to ride him, get you used to the feeling and when you were good to go you let Rowan know and he lined up to your back entrance.

“Deep breaths, baby.” He reminded and you nodded, doing your best to relax as he started to push inside. You whimpered at the initial stretch, but encouraged him to keep going.

“Fuck…j-just slower.” You muttered, your eyes squeezed shut as you experienced this fullness from them for the first time in a long while. Rowan’s hand slithered around you and down your tummy to rub at your clit and help you ease into the pleasurable part of it so that he could get in all the way.

“So fucking tight, baby…shit!” He groaned as he bottomed out and you groaned, nails digging into Harry’s gorgeously toned pecs.

“You guys can move.” You whispered and they took turns pumping in and out of you with ease. Your arousal was even soaking down Harry’s thighs, your feeble and slightly pained cries were egging them on. They had also been staving off their orgasms and were ready to burst too. You felt powerless in the best way as they used your little holes as they pleased. You were so focused on the feelings that you could hardly hear the filth being mumbled and moaned between them to you. All you knew was that you felt like you were about to come again.

“Shit, come for us, baby!” Rowan grunted as he started thrusting into your ass shallowly to let Harry get right up against your g-spot. He was giving it to you right there, over and over. You swear your brain short-circuited as your orgasm hit you. “Fuck…fuck, it’s so tight, I’m close! I’m so fucking close!” Rowan grunted.

“Please, want you to come inside me! I need you both to come inside me!” You cried as your body started to tremble before you just started cursing as the pleasure consumed you. You fell forward and Rowan pulled out of you as you ground hard on Harry’s cock as, your clit kissing up into his neatly trimmed little bed of pubic hair. This pulls another small orgasm from you and Harry worked you through it before pulling out and laying you on your back and spreading your legs so that Rowan could get inside of you. He tore the condom off quickly before sinking into your dripping and warm entrance. 

“Fuck…fuck yeah, squeeze my cock, babygirl. Make me come so. Fucking. Hard!” He grunted in time with his final thrusts before he sank into you all the way and started to spill into you. 

“Yeah, baby. Give it to me.” You panted with a smile as your eyes met his lovingly. You could see Harry right beside him, stroking his own cock, waiting his turn patiently. Rowan leaned down and kissed you deeply as he rode out his orgasm. “Love you, baby.”

“I love you too.” He hummed against your lips before pulling out gently and laying down beside you. The both of you watching on as Harry got in between your legs next and sunk his sizable cock back into your entrance.

“Fuuuck…” he moaned as he pulled out a bit and saw Rowan’s cum smeared all over his cock before sinking it back inside and then pulling out to see it gathering all the base of his own cock in a creamy, white ring. He looked into your eyes, glittering and fucked out, you were gorgeous. That’s what pushed him over the edge. And seconds later he was pulling out about halfway as he started to come with a deep grunt that you swore you felt in your chest. He flooded your own insides with his warm creamy load and pulled out just in time to watch it pool at your entrance then start to ooze out gently. He then pushed himself back inside of you to fuck it deep inside of you before pulling out and also dropping onto the bed beside you. 

“Thank you.” You mumbled tiredly as they both cuddled into your sides. “Love you both.”

“Love you.”, “I love you.” They mumbled back.

“I’m sorry I’ve been to wrapped up in work that I’ve neglected us. I’ll do better.” You promised as you found each of their hands and intertwined your fingers.

“We’re also here to help, love. If things get tough or you need to destress, we want to take care of you.” Rowan reminded you.

“I know…” you smiled, “You’ve never let me down before. I don’t know why it was like that this time.” You confessed.

“It’s alright, baby. Just something else to help us get closer so that next time we can also recognize it. And well, you know that if you need space you can say so.” Harry reminded, “This only works if we’re honest with each other. And I want this to work. We want this to work.”

“I do too. Thank you again, I needed this. I need you.” You said to them both and sighed contently.

“Well, the day’s not over yet. We’ve got a nice bath prepared for you and then we’re gonna go have pedicures, and then a nice dinner. How’s that sound?” Harry asked and you smiled happily.

“Perfect.”

“Good, baby.” He said happily.

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You were tingling all over as you made your way from the bedroom to Harry’s music room. You saw your dog shoot up from the warm little square on the carpet where the sun always hit right at noon.

“Chill, s’just me, Jojo.” You said comfortingly to your mini schnauzer. And with that he yawned and laid back down. You giggled and then you giggled some more because you had giggled.

Suddenly you could feel every fiber of the soft carpet on your feet and you were very aware of your eyelashes and of the intense pulse of your pussy. You were fucking wet, it tickled a bit between your lips from the all too easy glide. You hummed in satisfaction as you saw him hunched over the piano.

“Hey baby.” He greeted you before you announced yourself. It was amusing to you that he could sense you, you could sense him too.

“Hiya. What’re you up to?”

“Just…seeing if I have anything good…here…” he said as he looked through scribbles of music notes on those pre-staved sheets.

“Mmmm…”

“Did you just wake up?” He asked and you smiled as you came up beside him and gently scratched at his head.

“Yep. Kinda wore me out last night.” You said and he chuckled.

“That’s what she said.” He mumbled very sarcastically.

“It’s true! My arms feel like noodles! Couldn’t even pick up my water jug.” You complained.

“I told you not to try to match my reps” he said with a smirk, you could hear it in his voice.

“Yeah…” you mumbled. “Hey, look at me.” You said and he turned to you and you smiled. But then he smiled wider, his eyes crinkled at the sides and his dimples carved into the spots beside his toothy grin.

“Are you high?” He asked in amusement and you giggled and nodded.

“I was listening to the new Kacey Musgraves song when I showered the other night and she said something about “wake & bake” and I’ve never done that before and it sounded so fucking nice. So I proposed to myself to give it a try. So I went to the dispensary yesterday and got myself a rapid onset gummy pack and now I’m really, really high.” You explained and he sputtered on a laugh.

“Yeah, I can see that. Your eyes all are lidded and glassy.” He pointed out, “You didn’t eat before?”

“No. Just brushed my teeth and ate it.”

“So it’s gonna be a long while.”

“God, I hope so.” You said and he chuckled. And after he settled you ran your hand down to his cheek and cupped it in your hand. “I had actually come down here for a purpose, not just to be nosy.” You said and he turned you.

“What d’ya need?” He asked sweetly and you smiled a bit.

“I need you to eat my pussy.” You said candidly and he immediately licked over his lips, “Please. I got so fucking horny. Need you to do it, don’t wanna do it myself.” You said and he stood up and grabbed your face and kissed you. It was a sloppy kiss. You were slightly uncoordinated at the moment and he smiled against your mouth as he brought one of his hands down to your shorts. He patted you over your pussy lightly a few times before pushing the center part aside and sliding his fingers right up against your sticky little folds.

“Fuck…” he chuckled in astonishment.

“I know…” you breathed out a laugh and he smiled up at you before pulling down your shorts. You wiggled out of them as he gathered his sheets of music and placed them on a stand just a couple feet away.

“Get on here.” He said patting the bench and you climbed on, “Sit on there.” He said, eying the piano. You listened and then moments later he was adjusting the bench before bringing it up to the keys and plopping down and proceeding to pull your legs apart.

“Baby…” you whined as he gently blew at your sopping little cunt.

“Don’t whine.” He tutted.

“Please… I need you to lick it. Please, Har. Please, baby.” You whined desperately.

“I will, baby. I will.” He appeased you as he got an eyeful of your glistening labia. You were so fucking pretty. Your skin so soft and tender and warm. You smelled nice too, he loved it when he could smell it on his own light beard for the rest of the day until he washed his face at night. You called him gross for it, but he didn’t give a damn. He was proud of wearing you on him like that.

With that image in mind he leaned in and took his first big lick. Bottom to top he laved his tongue slowly, catching every single sensitive bit on you. Your hips stuttered and you hissed as the pleasure rolled through you. It felt more intense now, you could feel the waves rippling down your legs and tickling down your feet. Then he licked over your clit and your head hung back as you moaned softly.

“Yeah baby, right there!” You encouraged him, hips grinding up against him. He wrapped his arms around your thighs and pulled you closer as he lapped down to your entrance and wiggled his tongue in. The pretty little tip of his nose bumped your clit over and over as his hot tongue plunged inside of you. “Damn…damn, you’re so fucking good, baby. Fuck I’m already getting close.” You rushed out before moaning again. Your tummy was starting to tighten up and he moved away and then sunk two fingers into you without a warning. You moaned and furrowed your brows as he hooked them into your g-spot right away. “Oh god, yes!” You mewled and he groaned before starting to flick at your clit with his tongue.

Your eyes rolled back as your body started to tense up. You felt your thighs and abs quivering, the sounds of his fingers plunging into you slow and deep were getting more and more distinguishable. He then started to suck on your puffy, little clit until your brain spazzed out. You swear you forgot to breathe as the tingles became so unbearable that they burst from deep in your core and out to the rest of your body.

“Fuck, baby! Fuck, baby! I’m coming so hard!” You whimpered, “No! No! Keep going!” you pleaded pathetically when he started to slow down. “Make me come again, daddy! I need to come some more.” You begged and he groaned and went faster.

You started to tremble again as he slurped on your over sensitive clit and fucked you with his fingers until your cum started to drip down his forearm.

“Shit!” He cursed lowly and quickly picked you up to get you off the piano. You whined at the emptiness but moments later you were on the ground and he was burying his fingers back into you and rubbing them around before he started to fuck you again. “Come for me, baby. Give me another one.”

You started to wither moments later. And once again he picked up the pace, going harder than before and next thing you knew, your breath was hitching and you were frozen as the most overwhelming pressure piqued inside of you. Your legs fell open wide and you started to squirt.

“Fuck yeah, baby…good, girl. Make a mess f’me.” Harry mumbled lowly against you as the intense spurts started to dwindle. You immediately started to tremble in over stimulation and he laughed before engulfing your clit between his lips.

“Harry! Fuuuuuck!” You shrieked and he was smiling as your eyes welled up and you squeezed them shut before you started to come. You gasped and writhed and sobbed as he held you down and forced you through that orgasm. “Please…please, I can’t stand it!” You whispered pitifully and he started to lighten up. “Oh my god…thank you. Thank you…” you panted as he lapped at you very gently.

“Course, baby.” He whispered before kissing your mound. He helped you sit up and then pulled you into his arms. His cheek was smushed into your head, “You should get high more. Like how horny you get.” He said snd you giggled.

“Honestly, me too.” You concluded, “Do you want to go have sex? Really erotic sex?”

“Yes, but I wanna be high too.” He said and you smiled. “Can I come inside you?” He asked with a hopeful grin and you pressed your forehead into his and nodded.

“Yeah, I’d really love that actually.” You hummed and he smirked.

“Of course you would.” He chuckled and kissed your head. “C’mon, let’s get back in bed then so I can stuff your slutty pussy full.”

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