Makes Paintings With His Tongue (bff-lvrs)
Harry James Potter x fem!reader
Summary: Reader and Harry play some wizard chess in the Common Room, and after some uttered sweet nothings, things change between them. Let’s just say…Harry’s glasses get foggy, and his tie messes up.
Warnings: No use of Y/N, nicknamed ‘sunshine’ or ‘sunny’, make out session, some swearing, hints to future sexual activities (no detail), mention of addiction, etc.
Notes: Harry is my absolute favorite, I needed to write more for my underrated bby. (Also I NEVER write this kinda stuff, so I’m trying it out??) I hope you enjoy! 🤎
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She was being tortured.
Completely tortured by the chess board sitting on the table, pieces shuffling around lazily, some off the board completely from being ‘killed’.
Oh. And by the black haired boy sitting cross-legged across from her, elbows on the table, glasses sliding off his nose from time to time.
She squinted at him. “You’re cheating, aren’t you?”
His grin only grew wider.
That was the all the answer she needed.
Harry must have seen her irritated expression and chuckled, pushing his glasses up his nose with a finger, the movement practiced. “Okay, I’m sorry. But can you blame me? You always win, It’s not fair.” His grin turned into a small pout, and her stomach flutters at the sight.
Damn. Why did he have to be so cute?
“As if cheating is fair,” she retorts, only making him chuckle again, the noise getting deeper each time his age gained a year.
“Okay, okay, I’ll stop cheating. For now,” he grins, his green eyes gaining back that familiar spark.
She rolls her own, sighing audibly. “You’re gonna give me grey hairs.”
“Can’t give you something you already-”
“Finish that sentence and I’ll shove a pawn up your nose.”
He laughs, sitting up and leaning his elbows on the table, upper body hovering hover the board. He lifts a hand, thinking of his next move.
He moves a piece, eyes looking at her over his glass lenses, and grins as if he did the most savage thing imaginable.
Her own eyes move to the board, thinking of her next move.
“Don’t make a mistake,” Harry taunts playfully, and the softness of his voice makes her spine tingle.
“Shut up,” she mutters, moving her rook three squares over.
Harry chuckles softly, shifting his weight back on his legs, eyes scanning the board as he thinks of what to do.
He makes his move, and a moment of silence falls between them. It isn’t tense, it’s comfortable, the only sound being the chess pieces moving from one spot to another, or Harry shifting his position for the millionth time in the past minute (the boy is quite restless, if it isn’t obvious by now.)
Harry moves his bishop, nibbling on his bottom lip in focus. She would be lying if she said she wasn’t staring at the way the soft flesh was captured under his white teeth.
She looks away, looking back down at the chess board. She kills off his bishop using her queen, and Harry sulks.
The game continues, the silence comforting.
He finally breaks the ice. “Sunshine?”
She blinks, her mind losing focus off the game and onto his eyes. “Yeah?”
Harry’s hand holding his knight hovered over the board, not quite placing it in its new spot yet. “If you mastered the magic of reading people’s minds, what would you want to use it for?”
She’s used to Harry’s out-of-the- ordinary questions, it helps her really know what’s going on in his mind.
She thinks for a moment, watching the chess pieces move around, shifting their ceramic weapons from one hand to the other. “…I would want to know what everyone truly thinks of me.”
Harry’s expression softens, but she doesn’t see it, for her eyes are still on the chess board. He sets his knight down, reaching out and picking up her chin with a gentle finger, making her eyes meet his.
“What everyone thinks of you?” He scoffs, as if the concept of her being subconscious about it all is Hippogriff shit. “All you would discover is praise, sunny.”
Her heart skips a solid beat, and she’s surprised he couldn’t hear it. Her eyes widen just a fraction.
Harry sees her widened eyes but doesn’t comment on them. In fact, he doesn’t give her a chance to respond, his soft words continuing. “…I don’t know why you’re so worried about what everything thinks of you, as if they’re bad things. Because…” he pauses, tongue darting out to wet his lips, and she hates how fast her eyes are drawn to the movement, the soft flame light from the fire making the wetness glisten, his glass lenses reflecting the orange flames. “If you were to read my mind, and my thoughts about you…it would all be good things.”
Her eyes move from his lips to his eyes, her heart full on pounding in her ears now. She can’t seem to breath for a second, but when she is able, all that comes out is a soft whisper of his name.
Something flickers in Harry’s eyes at her single, breathless word. The green darkening ever so slightly, but also softening at the same time. Either way, it makes her stomach flutter.
“I mean it,” He says, voice just above a murmur, tilting on the edge of intimate. “All the thoughts I have about you are good…..Admiring.”
The last word makes her world stop, her head short circuit. “Harry—”
He leans across the table slightly, right arm moving to push the chess board off the table and out of the way—the pieces scattering on the carpet, their tiny, ceramic bodies making noises of protest—his face getting closer to hers. “Please…say something, anything, other than my name…” he whispers, green eyes searching hers. “I-I need to know that I’m not the only one feeling this way.”
Her heart pounds harder in her ears. “I-…” She swallows, brain firing thoughts, firing things she could say, things she shouldn’t. Things she wanted to do. “I look at you, and…and my world is at ease.”
Harry’s features soften at her heartfelt, genuine words. His right hand reaches out slowly, hesitantly, towards her face. It lands on the back of her neck, fingers in her hair strands, his thumb stroking her jaw.
She feels her heart leap to her throat.
Harry grins ever so slightly, just enough for her to notice, just enough to make her stomach flutter. His thumb slides down her jaw, landing right below her chin. With a soft press of the thumb, her chin lifts, eyes meeting his.
She’s sure her heart is working overtime. From the way his fingers feel in her hair, his breath on her face, green eyes staring back at her with an intensity that she can’t quite put her finger on, it’s all making her heart race.
“Harry—“ she whispers, but her voice dies in her throat as soon as she sees his eyes flicker downwards to her lips. His soft, breathless words take over hers.
“Just-…just let me kiss you,” he says, voice a whisper of the wind, head cocking to the side, mouth hovering over hers. His eyes flicker back up to her eyes. “Please…”
She must have been quiet for a second too long, his fingers shifting in her hair. “Please, I’ll-“ he inhales a shaky breath in, lips moving even closer to hers if possible, but not quite touching. “I’ll be gentle, I promise. I’ll be good…so good. Fuck…just please let me…”
Eyes half open, mind dizzy with thoughts of him, she gives a breathless nod.
Harry’s hot, soft mouth captures hers, instantly cutting her breath short.
A soft whimper escapes him, and she doesn’t dare to comment on it, only focused on ways to hear it again. Her hands move to his neck, pulling him closer, his body hovering over the table at this point. Their lips move against each other softly but oh so deep, her mind hazy from the feeling and taste of him, his hands all over her, forearm on her back, hand dug in her hair.
“Fuck, sunny..” He breaths heavily, separating their lips for a second, tugging her closer with grabby hands. “Come here...”
He guides her to lie back on the couch, body hovering over hers, hands on either side of her head. She grabs his neck softly, bringing his mouth to hers once more. The room is now full of heavy breathing and soft kisses, as well as the occasional sound of Harry adjusting his position above her.
Her hands tug his shirt collar, the maroon and yellow tie around his neck loosening with each grasp of her fingers.
Harry attempts to catch his breath between heated kisses, the air mixing in the small space between their mouths. Between heavy breaths, his hand goes to his tie, fiddling with it.
“Might..” He pauses, looking down at his tie the best he can.
She chuckles breathlessly, hand reaching to to undo his tie, slipping it off him. His head lifts, eyes meeting hers. It was just then that she noticed how tousled his hair was, how flushed his cheeks were, his kiss-swollen lips parted. His glasses are slightly fogged up, crooked on his nose.
Damn.
She gently fixes his glasses, making his cheeks flush deeper. Her fingers loosen his shirt collar, unbuttoning a couple buttons, just enough to reveal his collarbone. Harry’s face subconsciously moves closer to hers, shamelessly waiting for her next move. Her lips latch onto his exposed skin, and she feels the shiver that goes through him, his breathing becoming uneven. She leaves soft kisses there, traveling down to his collarbone.
“Shit…” He breathes. “You’re-“ he inhales sharply when she sucks at a particular spot, his head moving to the side, absentmindedly giving her more access. “You’re killing me…”
“Come here,” He breathes out suddenly, oh so gently grasping her neck to bring her face close to his once again, their mouths hovering over each other. His eyes meet hers. “May I?” He whispers, green eyes through his slightly fogged glasses meeting hers.
She nods small, head leaning upward to meet his lips. He sighs against her mouth, kissing her softly but deeply. “I might just be addicted to you,” He whispers against her lips, between kisses, making her pounding heart skip a beat.
Her tongue darts out, poking at his bottom lip. Harry pants softly, lips parting to grant her access to his mouth. Their tongues brush against each other, neither of them knowing who’s saliva is who’s.
Harry whines against her lips, still panting between heated kisses. “You taste amazing,” He mumbles, sliding his knee between her legs, pushing upward.
She gasps soft against his lips.
He grins.
“Feel good, baby?” He murmurs, separating their mouths so he can press soft kisses to her face, feeling her hips start to squirm, searching for the delicious friction from his knee…
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