Title: Fridays
Author/Artist: loony4lupin
Gift For: teshara
Rating NC-17
Featured Character or Pairing(s): Harry/Ginny
Summary: In the time of rebuilding, Harry Potter symbolizes hope in a world that so desperately needs it and Ginny is forced to share her husband’s time with so many. But Fridays- Fridays belong to her.
Warnings: BDSM, pregnant sex, het, and pegging (I know… I’m not sure what has gotten into me!)
Word Count: 3,995
Disclaimer: I do not own them. JK Rowling does, but I do like to have some fun with them.
Author's/Artist's notes: Well… I hope this is up to your standards. I’ve never written anything like this before, so I really hope you like it and if you don’t, then I am so incredibly sorry but I tried my best. I’ve taken canon, BDSM, being pregnant and Harry/Ginny from your requests. A big thanks to my beta S, who is the best person in the world for my writing.
The key slides into the lock with practiced ease and Ginny Potter can feel the tension lift off her shoulders as she steps into her home, making sure to shut the door louder than she normally would. The warmth of the wood in the foyer settles pleasantly in the small of her back and she takes a deep breath. The smell of her home reminds her of the Burrow and the Pitch wrapped up in expensive sheets and domesticity. She lets her bag fall to the floor, not caring if the various quills and small bits of parchment fall out. She would deal with it tomorrow morning because it was Friday.
Friday.
Friday never failed to bring a smile to her face because Friday was the day Harry and she always made time for one another. They both spent Saturday at work and Sunday at the Burrow, she took Wednesday off as well, but she spent most of the time getting ready for the baby before dropping by George's and going to lunch with Hermione. Their jobs had always been unpredictable, even after she became a journalist and they were used to being called out of bed in the middle of the night; Quidditch and criminals did not cease being simply because the world slept.
Ginny toes off her trainers, and rubs her slight four-months-pregnant belly before padding into the living room and down the hall to the nursery. At least, it will be a nursery once they find the time to actually put it together. Right now, it's little more than a storage room. She listens intently at the door to their own bedroom, straining to hear the soft panting of breaths before smiling and walking into the spare room to change clothing. Her plain black t-shirt clutters the floor, as do her pin-striped trousers but not before she fishes her wand from the pocket. She leaves her sheer, black leggings on, but sheds her simple black bra and knicker set and walks to the small chest of drawers against the wall.
Ginny opens the first drawer, but shakes her head as she remembers the way Harry looked when she left him after her lunch break just four hours ago. Her hands move to the third drawer, and a smirk slides onto her face as she pulls out a black lace bra. She slips it on, enjoying the subtle scratch of lace against her newly sensitive breasts; it almost feels like the scratch of Harry's five o'clock shadow. Her breasts have swollen slightly and the previously snug bra, now barely conceals her nipples; the soft mounds of flesh are practically spilling over the top. She continues to rummage around before pulling out a soft, leather garter. It won't be long before her belly is too big for the last hole in the belt, but for now it fits just right. She quickly attaches the straps to her nylons, her hands finger the matching lace knickers, but she shakes her head and closes the drawer, only to open the next one down.
Just looking into the fourth drawer makes her wet and anxious to enter the bedroom. She quickly grabs a small black bag and two magically shrunk items find their way into it. A thought of heels pass through her mind, but she thinks better of it. Ginny shuts the drawer a little forcefully before checking herself in an old mirror. She taps her lips with her wand, watching the dark lipstick appear. Two taps to both eyes, apply smudged liner and mascara. A swipe to both cheeks leaves rose blush on her high cheek bones. Ginny threads her hands through her ponytail, tugging the ribbon free and letting her hair fall around her shoulders. She nods to her reflection before walking out of the soon-to-be nursery.
The bedroom she shares with Harry is not far, just at the end of the hall. She reaches it silently, being careful with every footstep to keep quiet. She taps her wand to the door, making the door glow yellow. It is a charm Hermione invented for the Aurors to use, allowing a small area to disappear only in sight from one side, so they can see how many and where the wizards were inside before going into a dangerous situation. It's a charm Ginny has found most useful at home. The wood slowly dissolves becoming transparent from her side, as she slides her wand into the holster around her upper arm.
The sight before her makes her gasp.
Harry is exactly where she left him at lunch, hands tied to each post at the top of the bed, his arms straining from four hours of remaining in the same position. His face is tense with sweat on his brow and his teeth clenched, and Ginny can see the muscles in his jaw working. She licks her lips unconsciously at the sight of his neck; the muscles there are taut. Her eyes travel to his chest and one of her hands slides over her stomach to softly stroke herself. The dying light from the window highlights his sweaty chest and pebbled nipples; the only hair visible is the trail that leads down his lower abdomen which is wrought with tension.
She slips one finger into her wet cunt as she studies his hard cock. She smiles wickedly and thrusts slowly, the metal cock ring at the base of Harry's groin gleams next to his dark curls, just as enticing as the pearl of pre-come gathered at the tip of his angry prick. She hears him gasp, and watches as he squirms, arching his hips as his cock hardens even more, almost touching his belly. Ginny allows a second finger into her dripping self as she thinks of why he is in so much pleasure, so much painful pleasure. Harry's legs flail and she swipes her thumb over her clit twice, enjoying the way his muscles play out over the bed and the strain of his hips as his lips chant her name silently.
Her fingers slip out of her cunt and she straightens up, trying to look as composed as possible. With a quick tap and swish to the door it dissolves back to wood and her hand wraps around the metal door knob, slowly rotating it, knowing full well that Harry is watching intently on the other side. She hears him gasp as she slowly lets the door fall open, revealing herself to his prone form as slowly as possible. Ginny can hardly keep the smirk off of her face as she watches his lust filled eyes widen and his back arch unconsciously.
"Gin…" Her name is really the combination of a cry and a whimper, and it makes her sopping wet between her thighs. Her hand clenches around the black bag in her hand as she saunters towards him. It has been a long time, before they even knew she was pregnant, since they played this way. The way his hands clench painfully in their restraints, are an ever constant reminder of how he longs to touch her in every imaginable way.
"You've been a very good boy, Harry." She allows a slow smile to spread across her face as she kneels on the bed between his legs, sliding her wand into the top of her thigh-high stockings. Harry's tan legs shake, and she challenges him with her eyes, but he doesn't dare circle his legs around her. He lies as still as he can, his eyes never leaving hers. Yet, despite his current situation, Ginny cannot help but think he is almost too good. Her smile turns quickly into a smirk and Harry's eyes widen with a hint of fear.
"You've been too good," she says, as she slowly stands on the bed, the drawstring of the bag hanging from her wrist. Harry's eyes flicker to the bag, before moving back to hers. She arches one eyebrow before he breaks the eye-contact and his gaze travels down her body. She fingers her wand as she watches him. She was an expert on Harry-watching, after all, having taken up the hobby with unmatched eagerness in her second year at Hogwarts. It was a skill which she had more finely tuned since the War ended. Harry always needed someone to make sure he didn't self-destruct, and his body language was the largest indicator. But since they had gotten married and life had settled down for them, relatively speaking, Ginny had been using her Harry-watching skills for more recreational activities. Like now.
He swallows hard as he eyes her breasts, her nipples visible pressing against the lace and she grins. His hands curl around their restraints, his toes curling in the expensive sheets when his eyes trace over her small belly, and she wonders if he is remembering that a night exactly like this is what put that belly there. His stomach quivers and there is the slightest thrust of his hips as he takes in her leather belt and bare crotch. Harry gives the smallest of whimpers as she maneuvers around him, until she is standing over him, one foot pressing delicately into each of his sides.
"What have you been thinking about since I've been gone?" She stares intently at him, until he stops salivating over her freckled legs covered in sheet black stockings. He merely shrugs.
"I asked you a question." Harry opens his mouth once, then again before closing it and shrugging again. Ginny shakes her head, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. She drops to her knees, straddling his chest, and latches onto one of Harry's nipples. He gasps and arches into her fingers as she twists and pulls.
"What have you been occupying your mind with while I was sitting at a boring desk all afternoon?"
Ginny releases his nipple and licks her thumb, before rubbing it over the abused peak. Harry sighs, his eyes closing slightly before his tongue sweeps across to wet his lips, Ginny grinds her hips against his warm chest. His eyes fly open.
"You." Ginny nods for him to continue as she rubs her naked cunt against his chest, allowing her overly-sensitive nub to enjoy the indirect friction. Since her pregnancy began, she found her first and second orgasm to be slightly less intense and easy to come by, and her third so mind blowing that she often blacked out from its intensity. She nodded again to Harry, grinding her hips against him, the palm of her left hand resting against his chest.
"Been thinking of you--Merlin, Ginny--of how sexy you look sucking my prick with our baby growing inside of you and-"
She picks up her pace, grinding down on him and moving her left hand to tweak and roll Harry's other nipple. She can feel her orgasm quickly approaching, and she slides her wand out of her holster, but continues grinding her hips in circles on his sternum.
"Wanted you home. Wanted to ravish you. My cock's been so hard waiting for you." Her hips become frantic, and she wishes she could bend to his mouth, imagining how his hot mouth would feel against her straining nipple, covered in lace. She taps her wand to his chest.
"FUCK!" He arches his back hard and the combination of it and his swearing sends her careening into her orgasm. She throws her head back and rides it out; she slides across his chest easily in the juices from her crotch. She opens her eyes and peers through her lashes at her husband beneath her. Harry's face is contorted and the sweat on his brow seems to have increased tenfold, his neck straining and his eyes are dark, swirling pools of emerald.
"Something wrong?"
He just shakes his head, his hips shifting uncomfortably beneath her. She smiles and stands on shaky legs. Ginny chances a glance down between Harry's legs to see his cock, pulsing around the confines of the cock ring. She smiles wickedly, before opening the black bag and pulling out the firmer of the two objects. Ginny watches Harry's face intently as she taps the black, tooth-pick sized object. It grows both in width and length until a thick, black dildo sits heavy in her hand.
Ginny smiles as Harry's eyes go dark and wide.
It's one of Ginny's favorite toys. Hermione bought it for her as a gag gift, but when Ginny had first put it on as a joke, she had realised how wrong she had been to laugh it off. Because when she touched it, it was like touching her clit; it was if someone had cast a charm to lengthen her clit. And when she had put it on and rubbed it under the shower it had felt like someone was lapping at her. And, when she finally convinced Harry to suck it, it felt like he was sucking on her. For some reason, Harry with her cock in his mouth made her hotter than Harry with his mouth on her cunt.
She sits back onto Harry's chest, his breathing is labored and it makes her rise and fall with him, her black cock bobbing in front of his face. His eyes skate from hers to the dildo, and she runs her hands over her breasts to tweak her nipples and he whines.
"I've been thinking," she says, and scoots closer to his face, the dildo resting in the hallow of his clavicle. He only nods.
"Would you like to know what I've been thinking about?" He nods his head. She shifts forward again, and the dildo rests on his chin. Ginny smiles wickedly, gasping slightly as she tugs on her nipple.
"I've been thinking about how nice it was going to feel to shove this cock down your throat, you slobbering little whore." She spits the last of the words out before she slams the dildo between Harry's lips, he gasps and she takes her opportunity to thrust into Harry's mouth. She moans above him and stills, the dildo only halfway in Harry's mouth, his eyes wide, lips pulled taut over the cock.
She lets herself adjust to the feeling of a cock before pulling out, letting Harry's lips close around the tip and suck before thrusting back in. It feels fucking fantastic, her hands go to her nipples and she loses herself in the feeling of Harry's red and swollen lips around her charmed dildo.
"I said down your throat!" She screams at him and thrusts her hips harder, feeling the dildo hit the back of Harry's throat. The wet heat is fantastic, almost as amazing as Harry's arse, but not the same, and so she thrusts harder. Ginny moves one hand to the headboard for leverage, the other pinching her nipples, she loves the way Harry's eyes go extensive with tears as she fucks his mouth, and his mouth contorts painfully. His own hips are bucking behind her, but she pays them no mind, concentrating on the feeling of fucking her husband's mouth until she teeters on the brink of an orgasm.
Ginny pulls away from his mouth, using the hand that was playing with her nipples to tangle into his messy hair and jerk his head back. He coughs and sputters on his own saliva with tears running down his cheeks. Ginny smiles.
"You had better hope that was enough." Her voice is silky smooth as she looks Harry in the face. His lip is bleeding and she licks the flesh, his jaw twitches underneath her touch but he does not kiss her back. She smiles against his mouth before sitting up.
"Good boy. I think I might reward you." Ginny slides to the side of Harry and taps her wand. The bindings on his legs rise until his knees are almost touching his chest.
"Fuck, Gin," Harry gasps out, and Ginny snaps her head away from watching the stretch of muscles in Harry's thighs.
"Excuse me?" Ginny growls as she moves between his legs. "Did you ask to speak, you fucking cock whore?"
Harry shakes his head frantically, and Ginny enjoys the way fear strikes across his face, as if she was going to leave him there any moment. She would, if she could. But she's too hot, too ready to come for a second time to leave him to wallow and writhe. She just shakes her head.
"Well I was going to use the new lube we bought, but now… now I'm just gonna fuck you open with spit. That's all you deserve anyway."
Harry whimpers and bucks his hips, but doesn't speak. She slides off the end of the bed, her charmed dildo rubbing against the sheets and making her moan. Another tap of her wand brings his arse to the edge of the bed. She crouches down and peers at Harry's exposed arse and breathes deeply.
She loves this. She loves knowing that at lunch time, she stuck her wand up her husband's arse and put in an expandable butt plug. The black ring is shiny and slippery with left over lube from earlier and Harry's sweat. His entrance is puffy and abused and Ginny licks at it.
"Ngahhhh," Ginny wonders if she should punish him, but then thinks that only real words are fit for punishment, not when Harry is babbling nonsense. She swipes her tongue over the plug again and again before pulling it out with a very distinct 'pop'. Harry moans and bucks his hips.
"I'm going to fuck you now," she says calmly and takes pleasure in Harry's quivering thighs. "Is that what you want?"
Ginny lines the dildo up with Harry's arse, the blunt end prodding at his swollen entrance. Harry nods his head, thrashing back and forth, trying not to make a sound.
"SPEAK!" Ginny roars and smacks a hand down onto Harry's arse cheek, he cries out. "Tell me what you want." Her voice is hard and Harry's eyes fly open to meet hers, they are clouded with lust and abandon and the need to come and love, so much love.
"Want you… please, please fuck me. I need it, need you, please.. ohgodpleaseGin…" It's enough, Harry's rough and pleading voice, to make her snap her hips forward, breeching his hole in one swift roll of her hips. Harry's body arches off the bed and Ginny braces herself by holding onto his legs.
He's so tight, so fucking tight and his channel drags against her without lube, and she moans loudly as she pulls out to the very tip before slamming back into him. Harry arches again, his mouth open in a silent scream. She chokes herself at the sight before her, his flushed chest, split lip and wild eyes that never leave hers.
"I'm going to fuck you until I come, do you understand?" He nods and she doesn't have the patience to make him answer her properly before she is fucking him into the mattress, pulling out to the tip before burying herself to the hilt again in Harry's pliant body. It's hot, dragging heat all over and she just pounds into him. His back arches with every thrust and his moans sound as though they are ripped from his throat.
She changes the angle just a bit and hits his prostate.
"FUCK!" He yells, and she just keeps her hips snapping forward and backward, hitting that spot again and again. Her belly rubs against his weeping, angry cock on every thrust and Harry's in so much pain and pleasure that his eyes go unbelievably wide, and then she's coming. Ginny's thrusts are erratic and less deep, but she's coming harder than the first time and it feels only slightly better.
She taps the straps that are holding the dildo on and they release her, the black dildo still buried inside Harry. Without it on her, the charm doesn't work and she can't feel it but she loves the way it looks, nestled between Harry's thighs. Ginny taps her wand and releases Harry's legs. They tremble and Ginny kisses his inner thighs. The dildo quivers too, and Ginny knows it's waiting for the flick of her wand and she smiles again before crawling back on top of Harry.
His green eyes are black, and she kisses his forehead.
"You are so beautiful." She straddles him again, her cunt pulsing and she knows. She knows she's on the brink of something amazing. Harry is almost unresponsive when Ginny pulls herself up, kneeling over him and takes his cock into her hands. Her hand slaps his belly, just above his cock and he cries out. He meets her eye and his mouth opens again before he closes it.
"Do you wish to speak?" Her voice is sweet and she dances her fingers up his cock, his eyes squeeze shut before flying open again as he nods. "You have permission."
"Please… yours… please…" Ginny smiles and poises herself just above his cock, her fingers playing with the cock ring at the base. Her stockings rub against his sides and she feels prickly heat all over her body.
"Please… need you… love you… please…" Harry's eyes are locked with hers and he tilts his head back as far as he can, his neck tan and submissive. He was hers. "Please… take me, use me, please… love you…"
"Only for you," Ginny whispers before sinking down onto his cock, while simultaneously starting the charm on the dildo. He fills her perfectly, and she moans loudly, bracing herself on his chest. Harry just cries aloud, his eyes bottomless pits of black pleasure. She fucks herself slowly onto him and every thrust leaves her thighs quivering and her body wracked with pleasure. Harry is thrashing beneath her, trying to thrust up and back against the dildo all at once, trying to escape the painful pleasure between them and begging with completely incoherent sounds that might once have been words.
Harry cants his hips and suddenly he hits that spot inside her and she pounds down onto him, her hips grinding and pressing until the pleasure is almost fucking painful. The dildo in Harry's arse is pushing him up and into her, and she can feel it pound into him beneath her. Ginny locks eyes with Harry, tears are streaming down his face. Ginny can feel the first wave of her orgasm wash over her, and she reaches down and taps the cock ring with her finger. It comes undone, just as she does and suddenly everything is white, heat and they are both screaming as Harry fucks up into her and her hips fly over his cock as it spills his seed inside of her, filling her up and spiraling her further into her orgasm. She can feel herself flooding his hips and her own cries as the world goes blindingly white before fading to black.
When Ginny wakes up, she is nestled in strong arms, and the scent of Harry is all around her. She presses a kiss to his neck before snuggling deeper into the safety of his embrace.
"Hey," he says, but his voice is low and gravelly. She smiles into his neck because he's almost lost his voice from screaming and that makes her quite proud of herself.
"Mmm." She murmurs into his neck and his arms tighten around her.
"I love you."
Ginny nods and kisses his neck again.
"Merlin, you're amazing. 'M'Gonna miss that when your belly gets too big," Harry says with laughter in his scratchy voice. Ginny finds the energy to lift her head and look into her husband's bright green eyes, full with love.
"Nah, you'll just have to do it to me." She grins wickedly before losing all her energy and collapsing back into Harry's neck and against his chuckling chest, letting his hands stroking the sides of her belly lull her into peaceful sleep.
