Requests: I have a question, does citrine y/n work? If she does I like to think that harry feeling cheeky casts a little spell on her so wherever he touches himself she can feel it and and he touches all her right places and leaves her wanting more and can't concentrate so when she's home she can't take it anymore and needs him desperately. Will you bless us with a lil smut?
omg citrine thigh riding PLEASE
witch harry eating y/n out the morning after their first time like he promised 😳👉👈
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"Why can't y'stay with me? We've barely seen each other lately."
A comically serious pout slouched over Harry's features as he gazed at her from his spot on (Y/N)'s bed. She couldn't help but let a smile crack her features as she brushed mascara through her lashes in the mirror. They had spent the last three days together for every moment that she wasn't at work or prepping for classes to be back in session in the next month, despite the way he claimed he hadn't seen her much.
"Because I have to go, Harry" she laughed, looking over her shoulder from the small vanity mirror posted on her desk, "And it's a short shift anyway, I'll be home early."
"But, sunshine, what am I supposed to do while you're gone?" His pout only deepened as he stood from her bed, the length of his strawberry printed pajama pants brushing the floor with each step towards her. Harry adoringly wrapped his arms around her middle, cuddling her against his bare chest before tucking his face into the crook of her neck.
(Y/N) tipped her head, allowing Harry to brush his lips against her skin as she tried not to let her laugh bleed into her features. He was too sweet for his own good sometimes. "What do you usually do?"
"Wait for y'to come back."
She didn't even have it in her to find amusement in his words, especially since she knew he was being completely serious. After screwing the top back on to her mascara, she raised her now freehand up to the side of his face with her fingers brushing through his hair and clearing the wild curls from his face. He looked at her through his lashes, the softness of his features that came from the state of his heart was almost enough to convince her to call into work and spend the day with him.
"I'll be home soon, honey," she affirmed, meeting his eyes through the glass of the mirror. A halo of a hopeful green shade surrounded his form, the flash of color doing little to surprise (Y/N) considering how he was pleading with her to stay. "The closing girl comes in at four, so I'll definitely be back for dinner."
He seemed to mull over her answer for a moment, before meeting her eyes again. "Can I come with you?"
(Y/N) couldn't keep the huff of laughter from falling from her lips this time. Her hand in his hair swirled through his curls affectionately. "I don't think my manager would appreciate you waiting tables with me the whole shift, but you can try."
His smile could be felt against her skin, "Don't tempt me, 'cause I will."
Maneuvering in his arms to be face-to-face, (Y/N) paused getting ready in favor of pressing her lips against his in a sweet kiss. Her palms cradled the sides of his jaw, delicately holding him. "Sarah is going to be with Mitch all day, so you have the apartment all to yourself. You don't have to stay in my room all day if you don't want."
(Y/N) was still halfway certain Harry would still choose to stay in her room if only to be surrounded by things that were her.
Harry turned his head in her hands, pressing his lips against the palm of her hand. He looked to her with a hooded gaze, "Could y'be late at least?" The brush of his lips against her skin trailed over her palm, down to the delicate skin of her wrist before his eyes fluttered closed. She hadn't got a chance to get a look at a flicker of his aura, but she had a good idea of where he planned on taking his persuasion.
(Y/N)'s mouth went dry as she watched him, dotting his lips in what seemed to be innocent kisses but were just the beginning of a more seductive story being written over her skin. He continued on until he dipped down to kiss over the sleeve of her work shirt and to the soft of her neck. There he allowed the bite of his teeth to nip at the curve connecting her shoulder to her throat, sipping in the glistening energy that radiated from his soulmate. Her hand that had been on his cheek traveled to graze over the broad of his shoulder, her nails catching when he gave a particularly loving bite into her neck.
"Please?" Harry urged when he received no response.
(Y/N), unfortunately, received a rush of clarity at the sound of his plea. She needed to leave for work if she didn't want to be late. Even though her reason for being such was much more alluring than waiting on tables, she needed to save as much money as she could before her hours would be severely cut when classes started up again.
"I can't," she sighed, regret coloring her tone. Hopefully, Harry knew just how badly she wished she could stay with him. Despite the fact she was much more accustomed to the outside world and had other responsibilities, he was still her soulmate just as much as she was his, so being away from him hurt just as much.
Harry heaved a pouting sigh, relinquishing his hold on her as he stood up to his full height. Her hand that had been trailing over his back moved to pet the stray curls covering his forehead back to join the wave on the top of his head. A melancholic blue flickered around his form for a second before dissipating. "Okay," he relented, "I'll miss you."
A soft smile bloomed over (Y/N)'s features. "I know. I'll miss you more," she reached up on her tip-toes and pressed an indulgent kiss to his lips. She slipped out of his hold, glancing at herself in the mirror to check on the marks he was in the progress of making. Luckily, there was nothing more than a faint flush in the shape of his kiss warming the spots he had spent his affection on. (Y/N) flitted about her room as Harry replaced himself on the edge of her unmade bed, watching her from his seated position. "Maybe," she started as she packed her bag, carefully aware of the enchanted sunflower that acted more as a keepsake tucked away in a pocket, "When I come home, we can look for a job for you. Just something for you to do so you don't have to wait around for me when I'm gone. I think that record store we went to last week is hiring."
Harry grumbled something behind her, his words too muddled to catch, but she'd place money on the odds that it was a refusal that tied into the fact he didn't want to bother with a job when he'd rather spend all his time and attention on her. A small smile curled her lips as she rolled her eyes, having expected that much.
(Y/N) swung her bag over her shoulder, double checking both her phone and her sunflower in case Harry needed to get into contact with her while she was away. She moved to stand between his legs, bending just a bit to press a kiss to his waiting lips. "I'll see you soon, okay? I love you so much, Harry."
He practically melted at the sentiment, any earlier frustration or sadness at her departure now dissipating in a pink tinted haze. "I love you more, sunshine. I'll be here."
A cluster of kisses was pressed all over her face, Harry's parting gift to her to draw a peal of laughter from her lips. The flowers he had been dutifully taking care of on her windowsill perked up at the sound, following the sunshine that exuded from her. Harry could relate to their eagerness to be in her presence.
(Y/N) went off with one more kiss planted on his lips and a promise to be home before he would even know she was gone. Once in her car, she couldn't help but count just how many hours she would be away from her lover. It was only six hours.
She could handle being away for six hours, right?
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Four hours in and (Y/N) is just one more annoying table away from putting in her resignation, effective immediately.
She didn't know what it was with people today, but it seemed that every table wanted to grate on her nerves as much as possible before leaving either a shitty tip, or none at all. She couldn't believe she wasn't being polite or attentive enough to these people, especially when she was trying anything to keep herself busy in an effort for time to go by faster so she could be with Harry again.
His send off had been lingering in her mind, the feel of his kiss casting phantom warmth over her skin in each dot his lips had touched. It wouldn't hurt to take a quick break, right? All of her tables were taken care of for the time being, so she should have a moment to slip into the bathroom and send him a message from her sunflower, right?
(Y/N) didn't bother to think about it too hard before she pulled one of her coworkers aside. "Hey Kelsey, would you mind helping if any of my tables need something for a minute? I just need to go to the bathroom."
The other waitress gave her a bright smile and an of course! before (Y/N) disappeared into the backroom. She grabbed for her bag, before making a beeline towards the bathrooms. Once inside the safety the one stall room, she dug through her purse for the sunflower she had tucked away for moments like these (and because she just liked having that part of Harry with her wherever she went).
She delicately pet at the vibrant petals, the stem still perfectly intact despite the time that had passed since it was plucked from the earth. It was like instinct, the way she spoke to the brown center of the sunflower even though she hadn't had to use it in however many months since she had Harry had began spending practically all of their time together.
"Hi, H," she started, fingertip drawing over the stiffness of the stem, "I can't wait to come home. I keep thinking about how you tried to keep me from leaving. Maybe we can continue that when I come back? Love you."
She ended her teasing message with the sentiment, knowing she wouldn't be able to respond if he sent something back. After allowing her short message to be sent to her soulmate waiting at home, she tucked the flower back into its safe spot in her bag. She hesitantly exited the bathroom, not ready to go back on the floor now that she had her moment of serenity away from the rules of customer service. But, she only had two hours left—technically one hour and fifty-seven minutes.
What else could go wrong in less than two hours?
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Harry bolted upright in (Y/N)'s bed when he saw his sunflower glowing from the pocket in his duffle bag. Since he and his Flame had taken to spending more time together than apart (though he still craved more and more of her presence), they hadn't a need for the enchanted flora for a while. The sight of the petals bathed in an iridescent glow, the center calling to him like it had all that time ago, was enough to get Harry's heart hammering against his chest and his feet stumbling over the floor to his bag.
Although his hands were eager, he held the flower delicately as he raised it to his ear. The magic only lagged behind for a second before his lover's voice sounded through the sunflower's pistil.
"Hi, H. I can't wait to come home. I keep thinking about how you tried to keep me from leaving. Maybe we can continue that when I come home? Love you."
Harry's thoughts lingered over the admission that she couldn't stop thinking about him. At least his persuasive tactics worked, even if it was a bit delayed. He rolled his lips between his teeth as the audio replayed in his ear, an echoing of her desire for him. He wanted to respond to her, but he figured she was already back to work, her message ending with a tone of finality as she told him of her love.
Then, Harry got an idea he probably shouldn't have.
He wanted to tell her that he knew what she was going through. That he hadn't been able to stop thinking about her even as he went through and tended to the miniature garden he had set up for them. He hadn't been able to stop thinking about her as he researched on her computer kit what he wanted to make for dinner that night. He hadn't been able to stop thinking about her and the saccharine coating of her kiss as he pressed his lips to hers, or the way her fingers slipped through his curls, or how he was almost one hundred percent sure that their hearts were beating in tandem as he stood behind her with his chest to her back.
He couldn't stop thinking about the way he wished she caved into his pleads and stayed home with him, allowing him to bury his face between her legs and tend to her more ardently and delicately than he could for any of his flowers.
While he couldn't indulge himself in the taste of her, he could make her feel good without even having to touch her himself.
In his spell book, following the pages introducing the concepts of Twin Flames and the string of rituals that needed to be performed, were a few pages detailed with small spells that could only be cast on Aligned pairs. One of them was called Pellter Tawel, a spell written with the intention to help quell the neediness that came when being separated from your Flame. When cast, the Aligned couple would have an extra layer granted to their connection for the time they were apart, allowing whoever cast the spell (Harry, in this case) to project their touch onto their partner. Typically, it was used with the idea of the couple consisting of two witches, able to cast the spell together to allow their touch to be felt both ways. Since (Y/N) wasn't gifted with magic, Harry would be able to indulge her in the feel of his hands over her skin in a tortuous tease.
Harry had never used the spell before, but he was rather familiar with the incantation from the many nights he spent pouring over that set of pages in yearning over the day he might be lucky enough to meet his destined. He settled himself on the edge of her bed, still shirtless from the morning he had spent with her, debating on whether or not he should use his spell. He knew he would end up feeling a bit of guilt over teasing her, always wanting to give her everything the moment she felt the need for it. But, maybe it wouldn't be too bad. He was technically still giving her what she wanted just in a more... drawn out way.
He also couldn't deny that he wanted to see just how desperate he could make her by the time she came home.
With his mind wandering over the idea of (Y/N) coming through the door with panting breath and wobbly legs, he laid back on her bed with her strawberry lemonade bedding fluffing around him. Surrounded by the scent of her and the celestial essence she unwittingly left behind for him, Harry eyes fluttered shut before he muttered the incantation to himself.
"Nid yw pellter yn ddim pan fydd fy nghalon gyda chi,Dyma'ch cyffyrddiad nes i chi ddychwelyd."
He gently fluttered his fingertips on one hand over the palm of his other, drawing the delicate touch down to the soft skin of his wrist before repeating the motion on his other hand. He repeated the spell as his hands felt warmer and warmer with each brush over his skin until a feeling settled in his chest. Right over his heart where he had always suspected a vine with sweet scented flowers and stardust spotted leaves tethered himself to (Y/N) seemingly tugged. Harry experimentally ran his thumb over the outside of his other in a soothing circle, finding another drawing pull on the vine around his heart.
It worked.
Since (Y/N) wasn't able to cast her own spell, Harry couldn't be sure of what exactly she was feeling, but he could still get a good idea of what she could be experiencing. Thought it wasn't as strong as what the spell could provide, he was still her soulmate and if she felt something strong enough, he would feel the echos of it within himself. And, Harry really hoped he would be able to make her desperate enough to do just that.
Harry wanted to start slowly. He wanted her to wonder for a moment if she was really feeling the phantom caress of his familiar hands or if she had just taken her daydream a little too far and started imagining what she hoped would happen when she was with him again. His eyes were still closed as he drew his fingertips over the length of his own arm, picturing the soft skin of his Flame's in replacement. He pictured the goosebumps he was able to draw from her, her skin's way of calling to him so quietly. A crooked smile curled over his features as he imagined the way she would let out a shaky breath over his hands skimming her form, wondering if she had done just that while at work.
He played his slow game for a little while longer, tracing over his own body while he pictured her's, each curve and rounded edge that made up his lover. He knew he only had a little more than an hour to get her as deprived and wet as he wanted before she would be free to come home to him, so eventually his teasing fingers became more solid and sure with their movements. He skimmed his palm down the flat of his stomach, the butterfly tattooed over the muscles jumping when the blunt of his nails caught his skin. He teased his hips in the same spot he knew she liked just before dipping under the baggy fabric of his sweats.
It was an indulging feeling when he slid his fingers into the tuft of curls at the base off his semi-hard cock, careful not to give in too much so (Y/N) still had something to look forward to when she came home. But, he couldn't help but give himself a small treat. He wrapped his fingers around his prick, drawing his fist upward in a slow stroke that pulled the air from his lungs. On (Y/N)'s end, the motion would simulate the slow way he entered her, his hand acting at her pussy that was no doubt just as soaked as he was hard. The tethered vine around his heart jumped, the feeling now urgent in its tries to get him to go to her. A satisfied smile tugged at his lips, interrupting the 'o' that had shaped in wake of the moan he let out.
Now, he could really start.
He mercifully pulled his hand from his cock, moving to thumb at the bones of his hips again. With one hand on either side, Harry dragged his nails over the thick of his own thighs, recalling the way (Y/N) keened under his touch every time he would do just that when he had his head buried between her legs. He raised one of his hands, slipping out from under his sweatpants and ran it through his hair heavily. He hoped (Y/N) wouldn't be too distracted to feel the tug at her roots.
Before he could get too carried away again, Harry heard his sunflower go off.
A smile smile worked its way onto his features. He took his time to go to his duffle bag, noting the tent that he was now sporting in his sweatpants. He didn't even have to think about it before he teasingly adjusted it, his palm heavy over the bulge which he knew (Y/N) would feel like his fingers over her clit.
His flower was glowing the divine white, though he was sure whatever he was about to hear was going to be anything but holy and angelic. He lazily brought he petals to his ear, absently running his free hand over the taut muscles of his stomach in teasing draws.
"Harry, I don't know if I'm going crazy but I swear I can feel you touching me right now." The audio rang loud and clear in his ears, though what he was stuck on was the breathless quality to her voice and the way she seemed scattered as she tried to rush her words. Though it still sounded as if she were alone, there was a distant noise in the background, so he knew she wasn't as hidden as she had been the first time.
He knew she wasn't going back to work until she was given her answer, so Harry made it quick. "You're not going crazy. I am touching you."
It was barely a minute later when he received another message of her voice again, this one much shorter than the last:
"What?"
Harry let out a laugh at her deadpanned question. "Y'told me y'couldn't stop thinking about me and wanted to continue what I started when y'came home. I figured why wait."
He lazily walked himself back to her bed as he awaited her response lying back on the mattress with his head buried in pillows that smelled of her. His sunflower glowed the iridescent white again, this response time much longer than the others though it still wasn't more than a couple of minutes.
"Is this some kind of spell?" There was no sounds in the background, everything completely quiet. She was alone again.
"Maybe. Every time I touch myself, I touch you too," he mused, explaining his game so casually into the brown center of the flower, dragging his hand over his stomach and under the cover of his sweatpants again, "Do you want me to stop?"
He couldn't help himself before he wrapped his fist around his cock again, the pressure much tighter than he allowed himself before. He pumped his hand in a handful of even strokes, stopping only when he felt the wetness of his precum begin to slide down his shaft.
The sunflower beside him buzzed to life, having been forgotten for a moment as he was preoccupied. He reached for it as his other hand lazily slipped through the brown curls around his cock. Two audios awaited him, (Y/N) seemingly growing just as impatient as he wanted.
"No." She ended the first audio at just that, her permission for him to keep going with the game he had started. The second one filtered through almost immediately, "C-Can you do whatever made it feel like you were inside me again?" She was cut off at the sound of a small moan, one that he'd only ever heard when he would thrust inside her for the first time. He hadn't even thought about the fact she might have been recording her message back to him when he started playing with himself.
A satisfied smile perched itself on his lips, knowing his plan was working. He brought the flower back to his mouth, lazily caressing the stem.
"Come home soon, sunshine," was all he said before tossing the blossom to the end of her bed.
His eyelids fluttered closed, relaxing into the pink tinted bedding around him. His thoughts surrounded the outcome he hoped to receive when (Y/N) walked through the door, already picturing the flustered pout on her lips and recalling the way she desperately clinged to his shoulders before pulling him in for a long kiss.
Harry absently shucked off his sweatpants, now completely naked as he laid in his lover's bed. A hiss escaped his lips as his cock bobbed up against his stomach, sure (Y/N) was just a moment away from dripping down her thighs. He kept up his teasing game, carding one of his hands through his hair with a gentle tug at the roots before sliding down his neck and brushing over the tender spots he knew would get her whimpering. His other hand stayed near his length, teasing the soft of his thighs and raising goosebumps onto his own skin. Precum blurted from his tip, sliding down his already thick shaft as he loosely wrapped his fist around the base of his cock. He pulsed his hand around his thickness a few times more, emulating the clenching of (Y/N)'s pussy around him, hopefully eliciting the same reaction out of her despite the fact they were miles apart.
Moans fells from his mouth, not quite as satisfying as when he was with his (Y/N), but nonetheless did they paint the room. He lost himself in the feeling of his own pleasure, another layer added to it as he knew his Flame would be feeling the same pleasure at his hand. He played the game well as he only allowed himself fleeting drags of his fist over his cock before smattering teasing touches over what he knew were (Y/N)'s most sensitive parts. He knew it wouldn't be long before she came home, having been able to drag out his ministrations for the well part of an hour. In less than thirty minutes, he would be able to apply all his practices.
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Harry jolted up in his spot when he heard the sound of her keys from the front door, his cock jumping when he realized just how close he was to actually executing the fantasies he'd been indulging in. Only a second later the sound of the door opening only to be slammed shut followed, a set of stumbling footsteps making their way to the closed door of her bedroom. (Y/N) flung the door open with just the face he had pictured as he worked himself, and subsequently her, closer and closer to he edge before drawing back.
"Harry," she whined, her hand shaky as she reached up and released the bun she had clipped her hair into for work. A fiery halo of red fanned out around her form, desire forming a chaotic aura around his lover. She was just as flustered and desperate as he had hoped she would be.
"Sunshine," he sighed, feeling his own muscles relax and tense up again in her presence. The spell had been fun, but he was much more interested in the reality than the gifted fantasies he had been granted.
(Y/N) didn't waste a second before clamoring onto her bed, clumsily kneeing over the bunched bedding to situate herself over Harry's naked lap. Her hands were bordering on frantic as she placed her palms on either side of his jaw, drawing him up into a hungry kiss. Harry stationed his own hands on the soft of her waist, stabilizing her atop him. As he fit her bottom lip between his two, giving the pillow a soft nip from his teeth before soothing the sting with his tongue, the tip of his cock brushed against the buttery fabric of her leggings. A shudder ran up his spine at the feel, having forgotten just how sensitive he'd become in this process as (Y/N) had been his main target in his trading games. His thighs tensed as she absently settled herself on his lap, her bum atop his thighs to get a better angle to deepen the kiss. She didn't seem aware of the way she rolled her hips that much closer to him, the underside of his cock tucked between her legging clad thighs. A moan leaked from her mouth, only to be swallowed by Harry as she indulged in the fantasies that he had orchestrated.
"Dove," he crooned to her, a rasp to his voice he didn't remember being there. (Y/N) perked up at the sound of her petname, humming a small questioning noise in favor of disconnecting her lips from his skin. "Dovie, I want to try something with you."
Harry wasn't even sure she was aware of what he had said before (Y/N) eagerly nodded her head, the desperation that he had instilled in her rolling off her form in waves. Nonetheless, he gripped her waist in his palms as he drew away from her lips. She looked to him with a pouted expression, accompanied by blown pupils and a lusty red aura haloing her form. He couldn't stop himself as he felt himself melt in that moment, a pool of guilt in his tummy over the fact he had deprived her of pleasure when she looked so pretty in his lap like that. He'd give her anything she wanted from this point on.
"Move over for me, yeah?" he crooned to her, "I think this'll feel really good for you."
(Y/N) pliantly went along with his urging hands, taking her from sitting astride his lap with his hips between her thighs, to sitting atop only one of his legs. Her core was pressed to the muscle of his upper thigh, a heavy sigh falling from her lips at the contact against her clit. "Harry," she moaned, dropping her head to the crook of his neck where she proceeded to attach her lips to the delicate skin.
With his hand drifting from her waist to tangle through her hair, Harry pressed a kiss to the top of her head. He lived for the moments when she moaned his name like that, feeling so intimately connected to her in ways he never knew possible. He'd waited his entire life for something like this. "Feel good, sunshine? I know it feels good to have y'in m'lap like this."
She only nodded her head before absently rolling her hips over his thigh. The fabric of her pants were wet, (Y/N) having managed to soak through the pair of thin panties he had watched her slip on that morning. He couldn't help but feel a tiny bit of pride at the effect he had on her.
"I-I wanted you so bad all day," she mumbled against his skin, the full of her lips slick with spit from the constant biting she was doing to the flesh, "Feels s-so good."
"Keep going, love," he encouraged, keeping one hand on the back of her head while the other on her hips prompted her to drag over the expanse of his thigh.
(Y/N) followed his lead with little hesitation, sliding into a familiar rhythm that she used when she was riding Harry. Her breath was humid against his neck, the exhales periodically coming out in the shape of Harry's name or being stamped with a kiss against his skin. He kept her stable on his lap, reveling in the feel of each of her movements against his bare skin. Her palms were clenching around the broad of his shoulders, nails catching on the skin when she gave a particularly slow drag of her hips over his thigh.
Harry had to fight the urge to close his eyes, feeling blissful at the sound of her pleasure with the wet evidence dragging over his leg. He didn't want to miss a moment of this, not when she looked much more celestial than any constellation and more divine than anything a spell could conjure up.
"Keep going, sunshine," he sighed into her hair, "Use me, make yourself feel good."
She let out a loud groan at his words, the pace of her hips quickening. The curve of her spine suddenly tensed just when her hands tightened on his shoulders. A strangled moan came from her lips, painted over Harry's skin. He knew that sound well; it was one he was able to find in the sound of the wind when he listened close enough and that could be spelled out in his garden when he missed her late at night. She was close.
So, he stopped her.
A sobbing breath fanned over his neck, her hips fighting against his hold. "Harry, no," she cried, "I'm so close, please."
Harry drew back from her, his fingers in her hair shifting to cradle the back of her neck. He felt genuinely bad when she noticed the sheen of tears in her eyes, not liking when she got emotional like that; wasn't it his thing to get teary when around her? It made him nervous, and he never wanted anything more than to make her happy and give her everything she wanted. Sometimes, to do that he had to stop her from what she thinks she wants so he can do his job to make her even happier; like what he was doing now.
"I know, 'm sorry," he cooed to her, "I know y'were, that's why I stopped you. I don't want y'to cum like that when I know I can make y'feel even better." He delicately swiped his thumb over the height of her cheekbone, the tip of his finger collecting the droplet of a slowly escaping tear. "Lay down, sunshine. I'll undress you."
He helped her off his lap, situating her in the tufts of her bedding beside him with a kiss to her heated forehead. Harry sat himself between her spread thighs, the flushed pulsing of his cock having been forgotten in favor of concentrating on his lover until that moment. Seeing her glittering eyes and warm skin from between her open legs did its job of hindering his mind. He thought with his other head as he grasped his shaft in his fist, stroking his hand over the length as he gazed at his star-appointed lover before him. His lungs felt broken as he tried to breath with his eyes locked on the way her chest heaved up and down in her own effort to catch her breath, a lonely coldness settling on the thick of his thigh where she had just been situated.
But, he knew he had to stop. After his hours of teasing her, this wasn't about him. He'd had his fun, but now (Y/N) was his main priority. He did away with her leggings with a twirl of his fingers, the fabric slipping from her form and finding a new home in her hamper. Her plain black shirt followed soon after, leaving her semi-bare with only a pair of soaked panties covering her core and a plain grey bra concealing her chest. Harry fit himself between her legs, his stomach pressed against the bed and his cock trapped between the two. He let out a muffled hiss as he hooked his hand around the underside of her thighs before pulling them over his shoulders. The heels of her feet dug into his shoulderblades when she realized what he'd had in mind to make her feel even better than what she had planned. Harry hummed contentedly into the soft skin of her inner thigh when (Y/N) didn't hesitate to tangle her hands within the curls crowning his head.
"Love being between these thighs, y'know that?" Harry crooned into the waist of her underwear, his lips dragging gently over her mound, "'S m'favorite place. Could spend hours jus' eating y'out." The hands in his hair tightened as she keened above him. Harry looked to her through the fan of lashes framing his view, finding the stars of his lover's eyes fixed on him. "Can I, dove? Can I, please, taste you? Think I could cum the second I get m'tongue on you."
She frantically nodded her head, like she couldn't get her answer out fast enough. Her thighs muffed his ears as her hands tugged him closer to the outline of her pussy he could see through the sodden fabric of her underwear. "Y-You don't have to ask—just please, H." Her voice came as a broken whine as the tip of his nose brushed over the bump of her clit.
"I know," he cooed, the breath of his words fanning over her heated skin, "I jus' like hearing y'say y'want me."
And he really did, it wasn't just a smug admission from between her thighs. He loved those intimate reminders that he was the only one that could get her to that place—the one that was made for her.
Harry spared one more glance to her pleading face before centering his focus on the flushed mound in front of him. He swore to himself that he would create a pair of panties that exactly replicated the set in front of him before he pinched his fingers over the waistband, the fabric disintegrating into something Harry could only describe as pixie dust that would plague her bed with glitter for the foreseeable future. (Y/N) didn't seem to mind or even notice really before she was keening into Harry's touch.
He affectionately pressed a kiss to the slick skin, the crest of her clit bundled between his lips. A sweet sucking noise sounded through the room as he pulled away, moving lower to press heated kisses over her slit with special attention being served when he reached just where her clenching hole was leaking more of her honey. He dipped his tongue into the opening, watching for her reactions above him as she subconsciously clenched at the contact. Her thighs bracketing his head tensed, her toes curling and feet crossing on his back despite the way she knew she couldn't close her legs with him between them.
Harry dug his own hips into the bed beneath him, the smallest of moans falling from his lips as he began taking dragging licks between her folds. He felt content in his position. He had a clear view of the most beautiful creature he'd ever seen, falling apart at his hand (or could he say his tongue?), the warmth of her skin surrounding him, as he kissed her most intimate area—second only to her mouth. He was going to take his time.
The bud of her clit was wrapped between his lips, gentle sucking motions only interrupted by the laving of his tongue when he knew she was getting too close to the edge. The slick dripping from between her folds now drenched his chin, a sticky sheen now coating the skin. He didn't mind for a second how messy he was becoming, feeling even stray smears dragging over his cheeks when he dug his face between her legs.
"Taste s'good," he mused, not really intending on (Y/N) even listening, let alone answering, "Like honey, sunshine. Like m'own little honeybee, y'are."
The curve of her spine arched from the padding of the mattress below her. Her breasts were presented on her heaving chest, the flimsy material of her bralette (not Harry made, to his disappointment) did nothing to hide the peaks of her nipples. His hands drifted from the bones of her hips, ghosting over her sides before settling on her ribcage. His thumbs pressed into the soft underside of her covered chest. Harry made a second promise to himself to stitch another undergarment just like this one before the bra turned to fine glitter over her breasts. (Y/N) seemed almost relieved, like the elastic had been hindering her from breathing properly and not the way he was eating her out like she was the last thing he was ever going to have pass his lips.
Harry worked his hands up higher to cup her tits. The pad of his thumbs worked over the line of her cleavage as her pressed them together, with the warmth of his palm covering the peaks of her nipples. (Y/N)'s eyes fluttered closed at the overwhelming feeling of her clit being cradled between his pillow lips and the gentle hands on her breasts.
"Harry," she whined, bucking her hips into his face as if he could get any closer to the 'v' of her thighs, "Please."
A delicate pinch was delivered to her nipples, coupled with the nudge of his nose against her clit as he buried his tongue inside her clenching hole. "I know," he breathed, a wet sound falling between them as he detached from her pussy, "Jus' let me play with y'for a little while longer, love. I need this jus' as much as y'do."
Sure his words were lost in the lusted shuffle in her mind, Harry just got back to work. He alternated between embedding her clit between his lips and leading her to the very edge of her orgasm before gently working her back as he delivered sweet kisses to her slit. His face had become almost completely soaked from the nose down, doing just enough to envelope each of his senses in only (Y/N).
Stars, he wasn't lying when he said he could and wanted to spend hours at a time between her legs. Nothing could be as divine and fulfilling as what she was offering to him.
He didn't have it in him anymore to fight off the fluttering of his lashes. He fell happily into the rhythm of collecting her juices on his tongue before smearing them over the rest of her mound. Once he was happy with the way she dripped over his face, he dove right back in, mumbling praises into the folds as he did his best to sate her own needs while indulging in the taste of her. His cock throbbed against his stomach, surely a wet spot was forming in the bundled fabric of her duvet under him from where his precum leaked from the head.
Harry was broken from his stupor when he lost track of time of how long he was sucking on (Y/N)'s pearled clit, the tip of his tongue tracing overwhelmingly delicate circles over the bud, when her back arched up from the bed. He was pushed deeper into the slick mess between her legs, her thighs muffing his ears but that didn't stop Harry from hearing the broken calls of his name falling from her lips.
"Please, let me cum, Harry," she pleaded, eyes closed and lips full and swollen, "Let me cum on your face, please, please, please."
And who was Harry to debate her on that?
His hands on her breasts firmed their hold, the blunt of his nails catching on the sensitive skin in just the way his (Y/N) liked—nothing too hard, but just enough to grant a pinch of clarity. He focused his efforts on her clit, his chin digging between her folds while her bud was tucked between his lips. Contented noises fell from Harry's lips, watching her through hooded eyes with his pupils blown wide and the green of his iris turned forest deep. Her hands in his curls was his own moment of clarity, the burn on his scalp keeping him focused on what she was feeling and not just how happy he was to taste her cum.
"H-Har-Harry!" she stuttered out, the muscles of her thighs clenched around his head, "I'm cumming!"
Not even a second later did the flat of Harry's tongue slip between her folds. Her clenching hole gripped nothing as she grew wetter with her cum leaking from her slit. The heels of her feet dug into his shoulder-blades as if to keep his tucked between her legs—as if Harry was at risk of leaving her there like this hadn't been his biggest wish since he devised his teasing plan. He dropped lower, allowing her clit to rest as he moved to clean up and get his reward from between her folds. He could feel the smallest of aftershocks shuddering through her body as her muscles unclenched and she melted into the mattress beneath her. While he knew (Y/N) was coming down, he couldn't find it in himself to pull away until she physically pulled him off with her hands in his hair and her thighs releasing him.
"N-No, I'm too sensitive," she cried, the returning glitter of tears in her waterline.
Harry could get used to the idea of his sunshine being the sensitive one of them, especially from his hand. He relented, pulling back from between her legs and sitting between them on his heels. His face was proudly wearing her mark, the sheen of her cum being his proudest achievement of the day. The room around them was dotted with points of light that weren't from the fairy lights on her ceiling. They dotted the roof like stars, brightening the closer they came to hanging over the pair of them on her bed. Small prisms of light were sprinkled over her form, the smallest of rainbows in celebration of his lover's happiness. The potted plants he had placed on her windowsill performed their usual ritual of growing in correlation of their love; bright flowers bloomed over sturdy leaves, with a stringing vine skimming the floor with its length.
The bits of magic around them celebrated as Harry fell atop (Y/N), his flushed chest pressing against hers as he planted his lips tentatively against hers. She was still the in process of coming down, her aura colored an impassioned red with extremely happy spikes of yellow streaked through. His most favorite part was the ribbon of baby pink wrapping around the entire vision; she still loved him despite the teasing game he played with her.
(Y/N) absently puckered her lips against his. Harry gripped the soft of her waist, the curve heated under his skin though it was nothing compared to his cock pressed between them. He was determined to ignore it despite the way a blurt of precum pearled on the tip when he made contact with his sunshine's skin.
"Harry?" she started, drawing back with bleary eyes from his kiss.
"Sunshine?" he mimicked, a crooked smile blooming on his features as he gazed down at her.
"Can I?" Her hand had drifted between them, tentatively stroking over the head of his glazed prick.
Harry practically melted at the touch, his resolve crumbling the moment her soft skin made contact. He dropped his head to the curve of her throat, his mouth falling open in a gape with his muscles twitching. His cock jumped towards her hand.
"'S yours, sunshine, 's all for you." His words dripped over her skin like the nectar from a flower, she, his little honeybee there to take care of him.
(Y/N) wrapped her hand around the base of his cock, the delicate hold coming in pulses that he had teased her with earlier. She was much more merciful in her movements, giving into everything he liked. Her thumb swiped over the head of his cock, using his precum to slick over his length in quickening strokes of her hand. It didn't take long, Harry already had been dancing around his orgasm since their session started, before ropes of his cum painted the soft of (Y/N)'s tummy.
"Sunshine," he groaned against her skin, fingertips denting the curve of her side,"Fuck—I love you, sunshine."
Harry's declarations of love rode out the rest of his orgasm, (Y/N) drawing the final ropes of his cum as she pumped her hand. It leaked over her hand, stray streaks covering the back of her hand as he was still tucked between their torsos. His chest heaved and was no doubt flushed red by the time he began to soften. Instead of torturing him like he had her, (Y/N) released her hold on him only to bring her hand to her mouth.
His eyes were transfixed on the way she dragged her tongue over her fingers and the flat of her palm, cleaning up each trace of his cum from her hand. She didn't even seem to be doing it on purpose, as if she didn't intend on the show she was giving him. His mouth fell into a gape as he watched her until the final trace of white was licked from her skin. Her eyes were big and a little less bleary when she finally looked to him.
A mumbled curse fell from Harry's lips before dipping his head and catching her swollen lips in a kiss. Traces of her own release lingered on Harry's tongue as he slipped in-between her lips, their cum twisting together as their tongues did the same. He loved the taste of them together, Harry romanticizing the idea of it as the idea of the own stardust intertwined like their souls. And they just tasted good, just further proof that they were made for one another.
(Y/N) was the first to pull away, breathless. She tugged him to her with her arms wrapping around his neck. Harry happily cuddled into her, every inch of his form pressed against her's. Their hearts beat together and lungs fell into sync with each inhale of the other's scent. Harry trailed his foot over her calf before hooking his ankle around the curve, tugging her legs open just far enough to fit one of his own between. The remaining of his cum dried on their skin between them, cooling in the air of their comedown.
"Do y'wanna take a bath with me?" he mumbled into the skin of her shoulder before he dropped a kiss to the space. He skimmed his nose over the tendon connecting to her neck, biting back the urge to start another round by gently sinking his teeth into the skin. He'd save that for the bath if she agreed.
"Can you make it all pink with those flowers in it like last time?" she asked, her way of agreement as she began to shift under him.
Harry smiled as he pulled away, happy to be needed by her again, even in something so minute as performing a bit of magic on her bathwater. "Of course, sunshine. Anything y'want."
She surged up and pressed a kiss to his smile softened lips. "I love you too, by the way. I didn't say it back earlier, but I do—love you I mean."
He couldn't help but melt at her sentiment. Stars, was he the luckiest witch in the world.
Harry wasn't allowed too much longer to bask in her affection before (Y/N) gently pushed at his shoulder towards the bathroom. "Go," she urged, "Your cum is making me cold, I want to get cleaned up. I'll stay here and wait."
He shook his head as he stood from her bed, sparing a glance at her over his shoulder. She had already rolled onto her stomach, her feet kicked up behind her, crossed at the ankle. He didn't have to get a look at her aura to know she was feeling a contented yellow and a lovestruck pink.
He already knew she felt the same as him, just as the stars had intended.
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