Fic: 'Spiced Up' Harry/Ginny NC17
Title - Spiced Up
Author - softly_sweetly
Beta - amusinglee404
Rating - NC17
Word Count - ~2,600
Characters/Pairings - Harry/Ginny
Warnings/Kinks - Play-Paddling, PWP, Established Relationship, DH-Compliant
Disclaimer - I own nothing but the plot lines. I make no money from this, and mean no offence by any scene depicted within this story. All characters depicted in sexual situations herein are above the age of consent.
Summary - Even the most solid marriages need to be spiced up now and then.
Author's Notes - Told using the prompt Sex Toys/Non-Penetrating from my kink_bingo claim card, which can be found here.
Between three teenagers, two demanding jobs, and a house that seemed to get dirty just to spite her, Ginny rarely had any time for herself, or for her husband. Even on this, their 20th wedding anniversary, when the kids had been shipped out to friends or relatives and the house was theirs, Harry had to work until the evening and Ginny had errands to run in town.
The blacked-out window of a dark, dingy-looking shop caught her eye, and Ginny read the sign with a blush. Adult Shop. Well, she was definitely an adult, and definitely out shopping. Glancing over her shoulder - it would be just her luck to run into a family member as she opened the door - Ginny assured herself there was no-one around who knew her, and pushed open the door.
~~~~~♥~~~~~
She'd left Harry with the washing up; it was one of the few household spells she'd managed to drum into him well enough that he didn't destroy things when he used it. Slinking up the stairs and flicking the lock on their bedroom door, Ginny took her secret package into the en suite and closed the door. Stripping off her clothes and tossing them in the laundry basket, Ginny eyed herself critically in the full-length mirror on the back of the door. She was no longer the beauty she'd been in her youth, and even then the word 'beauty' would have been a bit of a stretch.
Holding her hands out, she looked herself up and down critically. Her hair was streaked with a few grey hairs that had escaped her cheap hair dye that morning. Without a charm it lay flat and lifeless against her skull, so Ginny charmed it into having some shape and bounce. Her breasts, once pert and perky, had fed three children, and without her bra were in serious danger of bruising her hips. Well, perhaps that was extreme, but they definitely sagged lower than they'd ever done before.
Looking over the lower half of her body, Ginny took in the love handles and the slim layer of middle-aged flab that covered all her muscle definition. Not that she had much muscle definition left - commentating on Quidditch matches was nowhere near as strenuous as playing in them. It really wasn't pretty, in Ginny's eye, and she started to reconsider her plan.
Shaking off her doubts, Ginny reached into the plain paper bag and pulled out the lingerie she had bought. This was their anniversary, and the kids were out. They hadn't had sex with the light on in years, and Ginny was damned if she was going to let that become the norm for the rest of their relationship. Stepping into the crotch-less panties and pulling them up, Ginny wriggled a little at the uncomfortable feeling, shifting her weight from one leg to the other as she pulled on the bra, hoping to get more comfortable. Eventually the knickers settled into place, and she could focus on getting the bra on.
Now the bra, Ginny liked. Half-cut, it gave her all the support she needed while still revealing most of her breasts, the rounded flesh nearly spilling over the top and her nipples just peeking out. With her hair all big and bouncy, and her breasts pushed up to their former pert glory, Ginny decided she didn't look all that bad after all. Grabbing the final purchase out of the bag, Ginny flicked off the lights and stepped into a pair of her best heels. Checking herself in the mirror in the bedroom, Ginny admired the way the peep-toe stilettos made her legs look leaner. It'd be hell to get down the stairs, but Ginny had all the time in the world.
Harry was, as always, relaxing on the sofa with a post-prandial Firewhisky. It was his Friday night routine, and Ginny had to stifle a laugh at quite how middle-aged that was. She wasn't the only one getting old; Harry may have been graced on the physical side of things, but his love of routine and creature comforts definitely showed his age far more than her own still-sparking mischievous, spontaneous side. Then again, who could blame him for wanting a quiet life?
Pushing the living room door fully open, Ginny strode in and tried not to feel like an idiot, or fall off her heels. She was painfully aware of how this was like the opening scene of a cheesy romance novel, but the look on Harry's face made any embarrassment she felt melt away. His eyes widened behind his glasses, looking her up and down before fixing on her chest. Oh yes, she still had it.
Stalking forwards, Ginny reached out her fingers, the paddle swinging from her wrist on its pretty little ribbon, and wiped away the Firewhisky that had sloshed down Harry's chin. Bringing her fingers up to her mouth, Ginny sucked the bitter liquid away, waggling her eyebrows at Harry.
"Fuck me, Gin."
Giggling, a genuine sound rather than the flighty, sultry one she'd been practicing on the stairs, Ginny swung the paddle idly around in her hand. "That was the general idea, yes."
Harry reached out and closed his hands around her hips, seeming not to care that they were far softer and rounder than they once had been. Ginny moved with him, straddling his lap and resting her forearms on his shoulders, kneeling up slightly so that she could look down at him. Harry's hands were still on her, working slowly around her back to cup her arse. Ginny bit back a smile, holding Harry's eyes as his hands squeezed her arse suggestively, fondling her through the cool silk and slipping ever lower.
The way Harry's eyes widened again and his mouth dropped open would have been comical if it hadn't been quite so arousing. Ginny pushed her hips down gently, encouraging Harry to slide his finger inside of her, rubbing her clit with a look on his face as though he'd never done this before.
"You're going to have to wear these for life, you know that, right?"
Ginny nodded, still working her hips in slow circles. "Under my dress when we go round to friends', so that you can bend me over anything you want and get nice, easy access?"
The words had the desired effect, making Harry catch his lower lip between his teeth and groan. "Naughty girl."
"Very naughty." Ginny slipped the paddle off her wrist, holding it between them on the end of her crooked finger. She didn't say anything, just raised her eyebrows, daring Harry to make the next move.
He moved slowly, hand leaving her folds with one last fondle before he took the paddle from her. It was black leather with a pink heart emblazoned on it, a playful toy rather than a serious correctional device. Ginny had eyed those paddles and fled across the shop to find something altogether more fluffy and painless.
Raising herself up a little higher, putting her chest in line with Harry's eyes - and that was no accident - Ginny tipped Harry's head up and rested her forehead against his. She wasn't entirely sure what to say, but clearly didn't need to say anything; Harry took the paddle and curled his arms around her, one hand pressed flat against her back, just between her shoulder blades, while he swished the paddle through the air with the other. The gust of air that the motion created only served to stoke Ginny's arousal further, making her cheeks heat up as she pushed her arse out, coaxing Harry into more.
The paddle swatted down against her arse quite unannounced, producing a fantastic cracking sound a split-second before the sting registered in her brain. It didn't hurt, at least not in a bad way, In fact, it felt incredible, and made her arch forwards, pressing herself against Harry, which initiated a thrill of warm contact.
"Merlin, I'm wearing too many clothes."
"Couldn't agree more." Before she moved off him, Ginny laced her fingers through Harry's hair, angling his head up and kissing him deeply. They never had time for kissing anymore, not proper kissing. A peck on the cheek before they left for work, or a stolen moment before one of the kids appeared and made vomiting noises. Which was a shame; she'd trained Harry into being quite a good kisser, from youthful fumbling to teenage desperation and right into grown-up skill.
As she let go of Harry's mouth and stood up to let him undress, Ginny yelped as the paddle swatted her arse again. "Hey, that's cheating!"
Harry's response was muffled by the jumper over his head, giving Ginny ample time to poke him in the ribs and make him wheeze with laughter.
"Don't do that!" Glasses askew and hair ruffled, Harry managed to look beautifully hurt and wounded as he tossed his jumper aside and pulled Ginny up against him.
"Why not? You attacked me when my back was turned."
Either Harry had kept a hold of the paddle as he took off his jumper, or he'd Summoned it up from the floor, because it slapped down across her arse in three quick beats.
"Your back isn't turned now."
"No, it isn't. But you're still wearing too many clothes."
Harry laughed, one of his hands winding in Ginny's hair as he dropped the paddle to the floor. She hoped her volume charm would hold. As Harry fumbled open his trousers his knuckles brushed against Ginny's stomach, and he paused to stroke her skin before he pushed his trousers down. After a bit of ungainly hopping, her husband was finally free of his clothes, and it was all Ginny could do not to growl. She settled for pouncing, pushing Harry back onto the sofa and clambering on top of him swiftly.
"Here, really?"
"Why not?"
Harry grimaced slightly. "Just don't complain in the morning, when your muscles ache."
"Why would I complain about the aches, considering how I'm going to get them?"
Harry dipped his head, conceding the point to her as his hands worked up her sides to cup her breasts. Ginny arched her back, tipping her head away and pushing her chest forwards as Harry's big hands squeezed and fondled her breasts, thumbs rubbing over her nipples in firm circles. She could feel his cock, hot and heavy as it bumped gently against her thigh. Ginny ached, her entire body complaining that she was so close, and yet didn't have her husband inside of her.
Sliding one hand out of Harry's hair, Ginny pushed his glasses back into place, staring into his eyes through them. Normally, she was happy when he took them off; his blurry vision granted her grace to not worry about how she looked. But Ginny felt a confidence she hadn't felt in ages, a thrill of power and arousal that she remembered well, but that had died away as sex had become instrumental, just another box to tick in their busy lives. She wanted Harry to watch her, to see her enjoying him.
Dropping her hand down, Ginny slipped it between her legs and curled her fingers around Harry's cock. He was sat low on the sofa, and once she was holding him in place, Ginny could easily sink down onto him, taking his length into her in one easy movement. She couldn't unpick the moans, couldn't be sure which noise came from whom, but it didn't matter. With her eyes closed and her back arched, Ginny just enjoyed the feeling of being full, one of Harry's hands stroking over her back while the other fondled her breasts roughly.
Bracing her weight half on Harry's shoulders, half on the back of the sofa, Ginny pushed her knees into the cushions, getting herself into the best position before she pushed her body up and sunk back down quickly. Harry let her find a rhythm, gave her a half a dozen thrusts to get used to the up and down of rocking herself on his shaft, before he started moving his hips up to meet her. Ginny dug her nails into Harry's shoulder, suddenly wanting him marked all over. It felt so good, his cock stretching her open, his pubic hair tickling her clit, stimulating her in a way that was far more teasing than it was satisfying.
The air was heavy with the scent of sex, with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, with moans and grunts as their movements got more frantic, less considered as desire outstripped concentration. Harry's hand dropped down her body, his arm twisting around so that his fingers could press down over her clit, rubbing in rough circles as she rocked against him. Ginny wanted to draw it out, wanted to last all night, but her legs were already cramping, and her belly was tense with burning pleasure. She wasn't worried about her body, or her hair, or any of the chores and niggles that intruded on her life most of the time. She was just feeling, pushing into her husband as he slid one of his fingers up into her, stretching her just that little bit further. That, and the thumb still working her clit, was more than enough, and Ginny came with a sharp cry, clenching down hard around Harry and digging her nails into his shoulder hard enough that she could feel warm wetness welling around her fingertips.
The first seconds of her orgasm were tense pleasure, her entire body taut and trembling. Then it was as though all the stiffness had been sucked out of her, and Ginny sagged down against Harry with a satisfied moan, listening to Harry pant in the aftermath of his own orgasm.
Ginny wondered how practical it would be to just never move ever again. She could probably do most of her chores and errands with charms. And with a blanket tossed over them, they could talk to the kids if need be. It was beginning to look like a viable option when Harry chuckled softly, tipping his head and pressing a kiss into her hair.
"I love you, you know that?"
"You're an afflicted man," Ginny chuckled dryly, nuzzling against Harry's neck and sighing deeply. "Luckily, I love you back."
"We can be afflicted together."
Ginny wanted to laugh, but she hadn't caught her breath properly yet, and it was more of a wheeze. Sitting up, she squeezed her inner muscles softly, making Harry twitch. "Come on, take me to bed."
"I don't think I can move."
Pressing a kiss to Harry's forehead, Ginny pushed herself up right, swaying on her heels as the blood started flowing properly through her legs again. Holding her hand out to Harry, she kicked the difficult heels off and pulled Harry into a standing position. "It isn't far, and I'll make it worth your while."
The promise swung the deal, and Ginny led Harry out of the living room and towards the stairs, walking a little bowlegged, but very happy. They were halfway up when Harry slipped his hand out of hers, and turned back down the stairs. Ginny paused, holding onto the banister and leaning down over it. "Where are you going?"
"I'll be right up; we've forgotten that paddle!"
Author - softly_sweetly
Beta - amusinglee404
Rating - NC17
Word Count - ~2,600
Characters/Pairings - Harry/Ginny
Warnings/Kinks - Play-Paddling, PWP, Established Relationship, DH-Compliant
Disclaimer - I own nothing but the plot lines. I make no money from this, and mean no offence by any scene depicted within this story. All characters depicted in sexual situations herein are above the age of consent.
Summary - Even the most solid marriages need to be spiced up now and then.
Author's Notes - Told using the prompt Sex Toys/Non-Penetrating from my kink_bingo claim card, which can be found here.
Between three teenagers, two demanding jobs, and a house that seemed to get dirty just to spite her, Ginny rarely had any time for herself, or for her husband. Even on this, their 20th wedding anniversary, when the kids had been shipped out to friends or relatives and the house was theirs, Harry had to work until the evening and Ginny had errands to run in town.
The blacked-out window of a dark, dingy-looking shop caught her eye, and Ginny read the sign with a blush. Adult Shop. Well, she was definitely an adult, and definitely out shopping. Glancing over her shoulder - it would be just her luck to run into a family member as she opened the door - Ginny assured herself there was no-one around who knew her, and pushed open the door.
~~~~~♥~~~~~
She'd left Harry with the washing up; it was one of the few household spells she'd managed to drum into him well enough that he didn't destroy things when he used it. Slinking up the stairs and flicking the lock on their bedroom door, Ginny took her secret package into the en suite and closed the door. Stripping off her clothes and tossing them in the laundry basket, Ginny eyed herself critically in the full-length mirror on the back of the door. She was no longer the beauty she'd been in her youth, and even then the word 'beauty' would have been a bit of a stretch.
Holding her hands out, she looked herself up and down critically. Her hair was streaked with a few grey hairs that had escaped her cheap hair dye that morning. Without a charm it lay flat and lifeless against her skull, so Ginny charmed it into having some shape and bounce. Her breasts, once pert and perky, had fed three children, and without her bra were in serious danger of bruising her hips. Well, perhaps that was extreme, but they definitely sagged lower than they'd ever done before.
Looking over the lower half of her body, Ginny took in the love handles and the slim layer of middle-aged flab that covered all her muscle definition. Not that she had much muscle definition left - commentating on Quidditch matches was nowhere near as strenuous as playing in them. It really wasn't pretty, in Ginny's eye, and she started to reconsider her plan.
Shaking off her doubts, Ginny reached into the plain paper bag and pulled out the lingerie she had bought. This was their anniversary, and the kids were out. They hadn't had sex with the light on in years, and Ginny was damned if she was going to let that become the norm for the rest of their relationship. Stepping into the crotch-less panties and pulling them up, Ginny wriggled a little at the uncomfortable feeling, shifting her weight from one leg to the other as she pulled on the bra, hoping to get more comfortable. Eventually the knickers settled into place, and she could focus on getting the bra on.
Now the bra, Ginny liked. Half-cut, it gave her all the support she needed while still revealing most of her breasts, the rounded flesh nearly spilling over the top and her nipples just peeking out. With her hair all big and bouncy, and her breasts pushed up to their former pert glory, Ginny decided she didn't look all that bad after all. Grabbing the final purchase out of the bag, Ginny flicked off the lights and stepped into a pair of her best heels. Checking herself in the mirror in the bedroom, Ginny admired the way the peep-toe stilettos made her legs look leaner. It'd be hell to get down the stairs, but Ginny had all the time in the world.
Harry was, as always, relaxing on the sofa with a post-prandial Firewhisky. It was his Friday night routine, and Ginny had to stifle a laugh at quite how middle-aged that was. She wasn't the only one getting old; Harry may have been graced on the physical side of things, but his love of routine and creature comforts definitely showed his age far more than her own still-sparking mischievous, spontaneous side. Then again, who could blame him for wanting a quiet life?
Pushing the living room door fully open, Ginny strode in and tried not to feel like an idiot, or fall off her heels. She was painfully aware of how this was like the opening scene of a cheesy romance novel, but the look on Harry's face made any embarrassment she felt melt away. His eyes widened behind his glasses, looking her up and down before fixing on her chest. Oh yes, she still had it.
Stalking forwards, Ginny reached out her fingers, the paddle swinging from her wrist on its pretty little ribbon, and wiped away the Firewhisky that had sloshed down Harry's chin. Bringing her fingers up to her mouth, Ginny sucked the bitter liquid away, waggling her eyebrows at Harry.
"Fuck me, Gin."
Giggling, a genuine sound rather than the flighty, sultry one she'd been practicing on the stairs, Ginny swung the paddle idly around in her hand. "That was the general idea, yes."
Harry reached out and closed his hands around her hips, seeming not to care that they were far softer and rounder than they once had been. Ginny moved with him, straddling his lap and resting her forearms on his shoulders, kneeling up slightly so that she could look down at him. Harry's hands were still on her, working slowly around her back to cup her arse. Ginny bit back a smile, holding Harry's eyes as his hands squeezed her arse suggestively, fondling her through the cool silk and slipping ever lower.
The way Harry's eyes widened again and his mouth dropped open would have been comical if it hadn't been quite so arousing. Ginny pushed her hips down gently, encouraging Harry to slide his finger inside of her, rubbing her clit with a look on his face as though he'd never done this before.
"You're going to have to wear these for life, you know that, right?"
Ginny nodded, still working her hips in slow circles. "Under my dress when we go round to friends', so that you can bend me over anything you want and get nice, easy access?"
The words had the desired effect, making Harry catch his lower lip between his teeth and groan. "Naughty girl."
"Very naughty." Ginny slipped the paddle off her wrist, holding it between them on the end of her crooked finger. She didn't say anything, just raised her eyebrows, daring Harry to make the next move.
He moved slowly, hand leaving her folds with one last fondle before he took the paddle from her. It was black leather with a pink heart emblazoned on it, a playful toy rather than a serious correctional device. Ginny had eyed those paddles and fled across the shop to find something altogether more fluffy and painless.
Raising herself up a little higher, putting her chest in line with Harry's eyes - and that was no accident - Ginny tipped Harry's head up and rested her forehead against his. She wasn't entirely sure what to say, but clearly didn't need to say anything; Harry took the paddle and curled his arms around her, one hand pressed flat against her back, just between her shoulder blades, while he swished the paddle through the air with the other. The gust of air that the motion created only served to stoke Ginny's arousal further, making her cheeks heat up as she pushed her arse out, coaxing Harry into more.
The paddle swatted down against her arse quite unannounced, producing a fantastic cracking sound a split-second before the sting registered in her brain. It didn't hurt, at least not in a bad way, In fact, it felt incredible, and made her arch forwards, pressing herself against Harry, which initiated a thrill of warm contact.
"Merlin, I'm wearing too many clothes."
"Couldn't agree more." Before she moved off him, Ginny laced her fingers through Harry's hair, angling his head up and kissing him deeply. They never had time for kissing anymore, not proper kissing. A peck on the cheek before they left for work, or a stolen moment before one of the kids appeared and made vomiting noises. Which was a shame; she'd trained Harry into being quite a good kisser, from youthful fumbling to teenage desperation and right into grown-up skill.
As she let go of Harry's mouth and stood up to let him undress, Ginny yelped as the paddle swatted her arse again. "Hey, that's cheating!"
Harry's response was muffled by the jumper over his head, giving Ginny ample time to poke him in the ribs and make him wheeze with laughter.
"Don't do that!" Glasses askew and hair ruffled, Harry managed to look beautifully hurt and wounded as he tossed his jumper aside and pulled Ginny up against him.
"Why not? You attacked me when my back was turned."
Either Harry had kept a hold of the paddle as he took off his jumper, or he'd Summoned it up from the floor, because it slapped down across her arse in three quick beats.
"Your back isn't turned now."
"No, it isn't. But you're still wearing too many clothes."
Harry laughed, one of his hands winding in Ginny's hair as he dropped the paddle to the floor. She hoped her volume charm would hold. As Harry fumbled open his trousers his knuckles brushed against Ginny's stomach, and he paused to stroke her skin before he pushed his trousers down. After a bit of ungainly hopping, her husband was finally free of his clothes, and it was all Ginny could do not to growl. She settled for pouncing, pushing Harry back onto the sofa and clambering on top of him swiftly.
"Here, really?"
"Why not?"
Harry grimaced slightly. "Just don't complain in the morning, when your muscles ache."
"Why would I complain about the aches, considering how I'm going to get them?"
Harry dipped his head, conceding the point to her as his hands worked up her sides to cup her breasts. Ginny arched her back, tipping her head away and pushing her chest forwards as Harry's big hands squeezed and fondled her breasts, thumbs rubbing over her nipples in firm circles. She could feel his cock, hot and heavy as it bumped gently against her thigh. Ginny ached, her entire body complaining that she was so close, and yet didn't have her husband inside of her.
Sliding one hand out of Harry's hair, Ginny pushed his glasses back into place, staring into his eyes through them. Normally, she was happy when he took them off; his blurry vision granted her grace to not worry about how she looked. But Ginny felt a confidence she hadn't felt in ages, a thrill of power and arousal that she remembered well, but that had died away as sex had become instrumental, just another box to tick in their busy lives. She wanted Harry to watch her, to see her enjoying him.
Dropping her hand down, Ginny slipped it between her legs and curled her fingers around Harry's cock. He was sat low on the sofa, and once she was holding him in place, Ginny could easily sink down onto him, taking his length into her in one easy movement. She couldn't unpick the moans, couldn't be sure which noise came from whom, but it didn't matter. With her eyes closed and her back arched, Ginny just enjoyed the feeling of being full, one of Harry's hands stroking over her back while the other fondled her breasts roughly.
Bracing her weight half on Harry's shoulders, half on the back of the sofa, Ginny pushed her knees into the cushions, getting herself into the best position before she pushed her body up and sunk back down quickly. Harry let her find a rhythm, gave her a half a dozen thrusts to get used to the up and down of rocking herself on his shaft, before he started moving his hips up to meet her. Ginny dug her nails into Harry's shoulder, suddenly wanting him marked all over. It felt so good, his cock stretching her open, his pubic hair tickling her clit, stimulating her in a way that was far more teasing than it was satisfying.
The air was heavy with the scent of sex, with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, with moans and grunts as their movements got more frantic, less considered as desire outstripped concentration. Harry's hand dropped down her body, his arm twisting around so that his fingers could press down over her clit, rubbing in rough circles as she rocked against him. Ginny wanted to draw it out, wanted to last all night, but her legs were already cramping, and her belly was tense with burning pleasure. She wasn't worried about her body, or her hair, or any of the chores and niggles that intruded on her life most of the time. She was just feeling, pushing into her husband as he slid one of his fingers up into her, stretching her just that little bit further. That, and the thumb still working her clit, was more than enough, and Ginny came with a sharp cry, clenching down hard around Harry and digging her nails into his shoulder hard enough that she could feel warm wetness welling around her fingertips.
The first seconds of her orgasm were tense pleasure, her entire body taut and trembling. Then it was as though all the stiffness had been sucked out of her, and Ginny sagged down against Harry with a satisfied moan, listening to Harry pant in the aftermath of his own orgasm.
Ginny wondered how practical it would be to just never move ever again. She could probably do most of her chores and errands with charms. And with a blanket tossed over them, they could talk to the kids if need be. It was beginning to look like a viable option when Harry chuckled softly, tipping his head and pressing a kiss into her hair.
"I love you, you know that?"
"You're an afflicted man," Ginny chuckled dryly, nuzzling against Harry's neck and sighing deeply. "Luckily, I love you back."
"We can be afflicted together."
Ginny wanted to laugh, but she hadn't caught her breath properly yet, and it was more of a wheeze. Sitting up, she squeezed her inner muscles softly, making Harry twitch. "Come on, take me to bed."
"I don't think I can move."
Pressing a kiss to Harry's forehead, Ginny pushed herself up right, swaying on her heels as the blood started flowing properly through her legs again. Holding her hand out to Harry, she kicked the difficult heels off and pulled Harry into a standing position. "It isn't far, and I'll make it worth your while."
The promise swung the deal, and Ginny led Harry out of the living room and towards the stairs, walking a little bowlegged, but very happy. They were halfway up when Harry slipped his hand out of hers, and turned back down the stairs. Ginny paused, holding onto the banister and leaning down over it. "Where are you going?"
"I'll be right up; we've forgotten that paddle!"