This is a prompt from a guest reader who wanted to see something about a Stay-At-Home Harry. Ginny goes back to work after Lily Luna is a year old, Teddy is living with them and Harry, whilst doing his household duties, stumbles across his Godson's reading material.
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Socks, socks, James' underpants, Lily's undershirt, Albus' trousers, Teddy's shirt, sock, sock, my God there are so many socks in this load of laundry. Having six people in the house really did create exponential amounts of dirty clothes.
Harry was sorting through the clean clothes in his basket and making piles for each member but the socks were always left until last so that he could pair them up properly. He liked sorting the laundry, it was weird, sure, but he liked making sure that his kids all had clothes in good repair and they were all items that fit them properly. He had grown up never having anything that fit right and it was a point of pride for him to be able to give his kids this little bit of normalcy.
Ginny and he agreed on that. She was glad that James and Albus weren't forced to wear cast offs from Teddy or one of their cousins, they could have their own new clothes that were purchased specifically for them. And Lily wasn't resigned to wearing something that Ginny had stitched together from the boys clothes and made into something girly.
Harry loved Ginny's parents and thought they had done a wonderful job raising their kids but Harry and Ginny both were on the same page about clothes for their brood; good condition and properly fitted.
After matching up all the socks Harry piled everything back into the basket, Teddy's clothes, James and Albus' on top of that then Lily's on top of those so that he didn't have to sort through them all as he went room to room and put everything away.
He had sorted everything in his and Ginny's room on their king-sized bed. He loved the size of their mattress. They'd got it when they found out about James, the assumption being that once their child was big enough to climb out of his crib the two of them would need space for the little one to climb in with them. Now they had four kids living in the house and there had been a few nights where the king-sized bed didn't cut it and Harry had to sleep on the floor.
He could have just as easily gone into one of the other three bedrooms in the house and lain down there when the kids kicked him out of his own, but he preferred to stay in his own bedroom with them. Ginny always woke and found him on the floor and lay down with him, adding to his cushioning charm when she did so.
It had been a while since they all kicked him out of bed. Every now and then one of them would have a night terror and come in search of comfort, but soon Teddy would be off to his third year of Hogwarts and it would be the epitome of uncool to bunk up with your pseudo parents now. James and Albus were in primary school already and Harry had found Albus in his brothers bed more often than he climbed in with he and Ginny now. Lily hardly came to find them at all in the night anymore but did come to lay with them when it was morning time by her opinion, still dark outside though, and lay with them yammering away until one or both of them were resigned to start their day.
Harry carried the basket out the bedroom and strained his ears to hear what was going on downstairs. The sounds that echoed back to him were of the boys watching some animated movie about superhero's and Lily singing softly to herself from the television room while she played with her blocks.
Getting a television had been a great idea.
Ginny had stayed home from Christmas of 2003 when she was in the middle of her pregnancy with James up until Lily was a year old. She'd missed out on six years worth of Quidditch staying home with the kids, which she loved, but by the time Lily was a year old Harry could tell Ginny was worried she would never be able to get back into playing Quidditch professionally if she didn't go back by the time she was thirty. So instead Harry left his job and stayed home with their brood.
He'd gotten a lot of razzing from his brothers'-in-law. They laughed at him, saying that Ginny would be the one wearing the pants in the family. Harry threw it right back in their faces saying at least he had the option of not putting pants on in the morning.
Being an Auror hadn't been as dangerous a job for the last several years he'd been one but there were still situations that came up that had been very dangerous. It hadn't been such a hard call for Harry to make. Being home with the kids meant that he got all the time he wanted with them. He could be the father he wished he'd had.
More often than not they drove him up the wall when it was all four of him home, which was part of the reason he'd purchased the television; It was a bit of relief throughout the day to simply set them in front of a program until he had the time and mental faculties to get them occupied otherwise and the kids all loved it. Now that Teddy was at Hogwarts most of the year and the two boys were in primary Lily got to watch her color and counting shows while Harry had a kip on the sofa.
Not such a bad situation.
Harry put Lily's clothes away then moved on to James and Albus' room. Teddy had said he didn't mind if James moved into his room and he could bunk with Albus when he came home from school but the two youngest didn't yet want to be separated.
Teddy had moved in permanently with them not long after James had been born. His grandmother, Andromeda, was happy to keep him but she was getting older and having Teddy around James had been like he had a real sibling of his own. According to Ginny Teddy had been damned useful too, he'd fascinated each of their babies in turn with his funny faces and changing hair. It was like having a built-in babysitter. Teddy still had visits over to his grandmother's house and she came over for dinner about once a month but everyone was happy with this set-up.
The boys room was a mess, as per usual, but at least they knew where their dirty clothes hamper was and it was simply LEGO that had been strewn all over the place. Come to think of it actually, the clothes would hurt his foot less if he accidentally stepped on them.
Navigating through the mess of toys he got the boys clothes put away in their drawers and made his way to Teddy's room.
Bracing himself before entering the room Harry took one deep breath outside the door.
On the whole Teddy was good about his hygiene, but he didn't notice when the scent of teenage boy was getting a bit much for the space.
Harry placed the basket down on the unmade bed and went for the window to open it and air the space out. When he turned back around he noticed something poking out from between the mattress and box spring. There was a magazine tucked in there. He had gone over to lift up the mattress and pry it out before he could stop for a moment and think that it might be an invasion of Teddy's privacy to do it. The thought pattern simply hadn't happened that linked a partially hidden object in the room of a thirteen-year-old boy.
By the time the item was in his hand though Harry realized he probably should have left it where it was.
It was a dirty magazine.
A magical dirty magazine; the pictures were moving. A buxom brunette was sat down on her heels, her one arm covering her heavy breasts and the other waving at Harry while she sported a coy look on her face.
His jaw dropped and eyes grew wide.
Teddy had pornography in his bedroom? Where had he even picked this up? When?
Harry's mind was thrown back to when he was thirteen. He hadn't been much invested in girls at that time but he remembered Seamus being quite the horn dog. There was a poster that Seamus had pinned up under the canopy of his bed that would look down at him while he slept. The first time Harry remembered seeing a dirty magazine it had belonged to Dudley. The two of them were sixteen when Harry saw it and he remembered it causing him to spend a few hours alone in his bedroom with his hand under the sheets.
Teddy was at that point in his development already?
That meant he needed to have a serious talk with him about the birds and the bee's.
There was a sinking sensation in Harry's belly at that thought. It meant that Harry was getting old. Teddy was already a teenager and thinking about girls in that way, which meant Harry had to teach him certain spells and let him know that he was there for him.
It had been Arthur Weasley that wound up having that conversation with Harry when he was a teenager. It had been the summer after Sirius had passed and Harry and Ron both had Arthur come into Ron's room and sit them down to tell them about the spells they needed to stop unwanted pregnancies from happening.
Clearly Arthur and Ron had no idea that the first time Harry would use those spells would be with Ginny. Of course Harry didn't know then either.
The memory of Harry and Ginny's first time using the contraceptive spells popped into Harry's head. It had been Hogwarts, only about seven or so hours after Voldemort had fallen. The two of them had said nothing when they ran into each other in the kitchen. The kitchen had been completely abandoned by House Elves and everyone else, it was just the two of them trying to get something to eat. The next thing Harry knew they were atop the model of the Ravenclaw table and shagging each other. He'd only realized after they'd started eating ice cream again that they hadn't used the spells and it had been the first thing said aloud throughout the whole experience.
Teddy was only thirteen though, wasn't that a bit young for him to be given 'the talk'?
Opening the magazine before him he saw a number of women that were on full frontal display; some were touching themselves, some where spinning around on a stripper pole. As he continued to flip the pages he felt a stirring in his trousers and gave a hard swallow. The pictures were rather stimulating.
Now he couldn't help wondering what time Ginny was due to get home today and if they might be able to steal away from the kids for a quickie before dinner.
Closing the magazine before he got too enraptured by what was there he hesitated over whether he should put it back where he found it and let Teddy keep it or if he should take it away and let Teddy know that it had been discovered.
That could be a very awkward conversation…
He flipped the pages open again and saw a full two page spread near the end that had a woman spread eagle on a bed that was licking something off one of her fingers suggestively and there was another twitch in Harry's trousers.
He stared in awe as the woman in the photo gave her fingers a thorough lick and her hips rocked suggestively.
After a minute Harry came back to himself. He was in his Godson's room staring at pornography. Making a decision he tucked the magazine back between the mattress and box spring enough that it wasn't poking out anymore and put the rest of Teddy's clothes away. The whole time he was properly sorting clothes into the dresser Harry was picturing what he could get up to with his wife that evening. It had been a while since they'd done anything a little adventurous in the bedroom.
Carrying the empty laundry basket back to the master bedroom his option for popping into the master bathroom to take the edge off his arousal was taken away from him when Lily called up the stairs that she was hungry.
Four more hours Harry had situations playing out in the back of his mind about his wife laying back on their bed in only her birthday suit with her fingers in her mouth or standing up on it and doing a little dance for him. Try as he did to push the images out of his mind while he was occupying the kids they kept creeping back in there.
By the time Ginny got home he was about ready to pounce on her and throw up locking and silencing charms on their bedroom for a half hour.
Ginny's work was slightly exhausting for her though and she did not look in the mood to expel any more energy just then. She came through the door and greeted each of the kids and finally made her way to him while he was getting dinner ready. The kiss that she gave him he could tell was meant to be brief; simply a greeting at the end of her day. She went to pull back but he kept her there, pressed her tighter against him and made sure she knew where his mind was at just then. The bulge in his trousers against her was also a clear indicator that his mind was not solely on the meal he was preparing.
Ginny kept her arms around him and leaned into the kiss, pulling back and raising her eyebrows in response to what she felt pressed up against her lower belly. "Been missing me, have you?"
"Been thinking about you all day," he said in a low voice as he kissed down her exposed neck.
"Oh really?" she asked in intrigue and moved her head more to the side to give him better access.
"I think you need a shower Mrs. Potter," her growled at her and pulled her tighter against him.
"Harry," she started.
"Kids are all watching the television until dinner is ready. We have ten minutes until I need to get back downstairs. I can do all manner of things to you in ten minutes," he promised her.
"You don't want to wait until they all go to bed?" she chuckled.
"Don't you worry, I'm going to take good care of you then as well," he assured her.
Fifteen minutes later Harry snuck back downstairs feeling smug and relieved. Shower sex was not something he and Ginny got up to very often, in fact it had been years since they'd attempted it.
His body was much more relaxed now but his brain was still conjuring up exactly what he wanted to do with her later. That dirty magazine had given him an idea about what they could get up to and having just taken the edge off a minute ago was allowing him to think he could carry through with the idea as well.
A few weeks ago he'd taken the kids to a Muggle diner for lunch as a treat and the breakfast supplies on the table hadn't been cleared away yet; sugar, napkin rolled cutlery and the single serving breakfast condiments. Harry had snagged a few of the single serving breakfast condiments before the server had come over and cleared the items off their table. He'd had this idea in his head of what he wanted to use them for, but life had gotten in the way. Now he checked to make sure they were still in the cupboard where he left them. They were, he closed the cupboard door and went back to the stove to take up the pasta dish he'd made and plate it out for everyone with a pleased smile on his face.
All through dinner and the two hours after before they started getting their young one's ready for bed Harry was thinking about those five little packets of breakfast condiments and then looking over at his wife, pulling up what she'd look like later splayed out on their bed.
Ginny took Lily to bed to read her a story and a half hour later Harry started getting James and Albus ready for bed.
"You'll go to bed at a reasonable time, yeah?" Harry asked Teddy after the other ones were tucked in. There was no specific reason why Teddy would have to get up before noon the next day, he could be trusted to stay at the house by himself if Harry wanted to take the other three on an outing, but it was nice having him at breakfast with the rest of them.
"I'm just going to watch this one movie and then I'll go to bed, promise," Teddy responded distractedly and took another sip of his soda.
More than likely Harry was going to find Teddy still on the couch in the morning conked out, but at least he wasn't asking why Harry and Ginny were looking to hole up in their room at 8:30 at night.
Harry went to the cupboard and retrieved the packets, slipping them in his pocket before heading back up the stairs where his wife was waiting for him in their bedroom.
"I believe you had plans for me Mr. Potter?" she asked him from their bed. Ginny had kicked the blanket off and was underneath the top sheet, it was clear by the impression of her body under the sheet that she wasn't wearing anything. Harry closed the door firmly behind him and threw up a locking and silencing spell.
He took in the sight of his wife laid out for him and went over to her coming to a stop at the corner of the bed and slowly pulled the top sheet down so that it was just her in all her glory before him. This was much better than some picture in a dirty magazine.
He flicked his wand over to the master bathroom they had and turned on the tap to fill the bathtub up with scalding hot water.
"We're doing it in the bath, are we?" she cocked an eyebrow at him. "First the shower, now the bathtub?"
"No," he shook his head, "that's for after."
Ginny's brow furrowed slightly in confusion and Harry pulled the small packets out of his pocket and placed them on the headboard. She got up on her knees and turned around to see what he had brought her.
"What?" she looked confused.
"You know how every now and then I tell you you're all I need for dessert?" he said quietly in her ear being sure to give her a small tug on her earlobe with his teeth.
Her expression dropped to one of wonder and a dark shadow of anticipation passed over her that was like a pulse through the room. He bent his head and gave her a kiss to her bare shoulder, moving his lips up to her neck inch by inch with each kiss. "I'm going to lick them off you," he whispered in her ear.
She swayed against him and gave a shiver of desire. "Really?" she breathed out in barely a whisper.
Harry grinned at her predatorily and took a step back from the bed then started to remove his clothes. "I'll let you decide where my mouth will be traveling." He pulled a chair over to the end of the bed and sat in it with only his boxers on watching and waiting for her to give him a show with this next part.
They'd gotten up to a few things in the bedroom, but this they had not done. Seeing the porn mag earlier had made him realize that it had been quite a while since they'd last gotten kinky in the bedroom. Each of their toys in the hidden drawer had been pulled out on occasion, but they weren't a new activity in the bedroom.
After over ten years the new activities were fewer and fewer.
Not having any down time during the day, like he'd had at the office, to dream up what position he'd like to take his wife in later meant that there were more nights of the less adventurous sex between them. He hadn't realized until it was him home during the day just how much needed to get done, particularly when there were four kids vying for his attention through the summer.
Since he'd been the one staying home he'd felt drained after putting the kids down to bed and certainly hadn't felt like he was anything Ginny should be desiring. She too was pushed to her limits at training and exhausted when she came home.
Their sex life was sure to be amazingly restored once the last little one was off to school and she was on the off season.
Right now though Ginny looked to be all for his proposed activity.
She was facing him on her knees in all her naked glory before him with a packet of raspberry jam in her hand. She could have used her other hand to open the packet, but instead she chose to use her teeth.
She was going to put on a show for him and that made it all the better.
Her finger ran through the jam and she swiped it across her chest nice and slow for him the strip she made outlining the pattern a bustier would make over her bosom with a nice deep V between her breasts. The slow swiping movement she made was finished off with a long suck of her finger and Harry felt himself stirring nicely between his legs.
He made no movement to join her on the bed, he simply sat back and let her continue on to the next packet.
Blueberry was her next choice, for her pattern she started her line of blueberry at the base of the V between her breast and trailed it down to her belly button. He hoped she'd keep working her way down and add a nice amount between her thighs for him to get off her. No doubt he'd be getting her off at least once while he was down there.
Each of the packets of jam and peanut butter were applied to her skin in a slow and sultry manner that had Harry adjusting in his seat for. This was the best show he'd seen in a long time, the anticipation had him smiling ridiculously.
Finally, she reached for the honey. Ginny was laying back against the pillows now as she opened up the honey packet. There were lines of jam and peanut butter all down her body, the honey packet though she didn't dip her finger in, she simply held it open and tipped it at an angle to let it fall over her freshly shaved mound between her legs.
"Your move, Potter," she said as she tossed the plastic container into the bin with the others and lay back with her arms out like the Goddess that she was.
He moved slowly from his chair. He wasn't going to just pounce on her, he wanted this to go slowly. Taking up his wand he called for the sparsely used straps they had purchased ages ago to rise up from the corners of the bed where he'd concealed them earlier and they wound around her wrists and ankles.
Ginny didn't gasp at the sudden gentle pulling of her limbs towards the four corners of the bed she just got a slight coloring that came to her cheeks and her mouth dropped open a fraction. Her eyes were lit up with even more desire and anticipation. From the angle Harry was looking at her he could see her swelling with want between her legs that were open before him and he loved it.
Reaching down he removed his boxers and crawled onto the bed.
"Blindfold?" he offered. It might heighten the experience for her.
She shook her head though. "I want to see this," she whispered.
It wasn't often that Harry had her panting in anticipation anymore. He liked this feeling it was giving him; one of power and craving. Too often now sex was simply part of the routine. He missed the days years ago when the two of them would look so forward to the weekend simply because it meant they could stay naked in bed together for a full 24 hours and explore each other's body.
He wanted to prolong this experience for as long as he could and remind her just how talented he was with his tongue.
Starting at her left knee he lowered his mouth to it just above the kneecap where the line of strawberry jam started and began working his way upwards. She quivered under his tongue and he reveled in feeling her squirm the higher up her thigh he got. He didn't go the whole way though. On her other leg she had trailed the peanut butter.
Strawberry jam and peanut butter were his favorite combination.
A small whimper escaped her mouth when she felt him at her right knee instead of continuing his way up her left. He grinned and looked up at her. Ginny's head was back against the pillows and her neck tilted upwards. She wasn't looking at him, she had her eyes closed and was just enjoying all of his attention.
Good.
As he cleaned up the peanut butter, he watched how her breathing deepened. The higher up her leg he went the more her breasts rose and fell in more pronounced movements. Once he was settled closer to the apex she was biting her lower lip and smiling.
The honey tasted quite good on her skin. It had dribbled down between her legs and gotten on the sheets below her. It didn't go down her folds though, the lines of it ran along the outside. He didn't just use his tongue to clean up the mess there, he used full open-mouthed kisses along either side of her entrance to clean her up there.
She was losing control of herself now. Her panting and rocking against his mouth was just spurring him on more. He loved it when she grew desperate for him to give her an orgasm. She wouldn't use words to ask him, instead she would plead with her whole body. Her hips rocked with every touch of his tongue and lips in an attempt to make them close over her little bud at her center.
The more he prolonged that meeting though the louder and more desperate she grew. He wanted that.
The trail of honey had all but disappeared from his actions and now he would give her what she wanted.
Attaching his mouth against her clit she cried out and arched her back off the bed whimpering and mewing her thanks. He'd become a master of what she liked when he had his mouth buried between her legs and it was not taking long for the familiar signs of her finish fast upon him. The frantic rocking of her hips in the same pattern, the feel of her leg muscles tightening against his arms. It was a good thing that he had placed the silencing spell around his room because she cried out loudly as she came undone under his tongue.
He continued lapping against her until she shuddered. Her shudder was the sign that the sensations had got to be too much.
That was okay, because he was craving something blueberry flavored now.
Ginny relaxed back against the mattress as he continued his way up her body with his tongue. She'd dotted her nipples with the blueberry jam as well. Before he could make his way to the raspberry that she had topping her body off he was lined up nicely between her legs.
Slowly he slid himself inside her as he took her nipples one by one into his mouth and gave them a nice cleaning off. He dipped himself inside her and pulled back all the way several times. That first feeling of pushing into her always felt so amazing that he just wanted to recreate the sensation over and over again.
He had another task to complete before he could begin that adventure fully though.
On to the raspberry.
He pulled out completely and dropped down her body once more just enough that he didn't need to crane his neck in a funny position to get all the raspberry jam off of her.
Her arms were still being held out to the sides of the bed otherwise she surely would have wound them into his hair as she was known to do when he nuzzled his face into her cleavage.
How this woman had managed to give him three children and still keep her figure he was amazed with. Her hips were a bit bigger as were her breasts but she had managed to bounce back almost entirely to how she'd been when she was twenty. He liked to think she'd worked hard at it to keep up his interest, though the thought that he could ever not find her appealing was laughable.
All the raspberry jam cleaned up he met her lips and slid inside her once more.
"Legs, please," she begged.
He grinned ferally against her mouth as he continued to thrust inside her. He knew exactly what she was going to do if he released her legs; they were going to wrap around his own and she was going to take control of the rhythm.
But he was in charge.
And it was going to stay that way.
He couldn't claim her orgasms for himself if he let her do all the work. He couldn't claim he knew her body just as well as she did if he wasn't able to bring her to her climax without her assistance.
So he kept her legs tied up.
She'd just had an intense orgasm and from the way she was struggling to grind against him when he was fully sheathed inside her he knew she was fairly close to another one.
He wasn't ready for her to have another one just yet.
He kept up the rhythm he wanted. Hard and steady, building his own finish as her tight hot walls pulsed around him. He rocked into her as hard as he wanted to while she whimpered in want and pleasure.
Just as he was in the home stretch, where he could continue at his pace and explode inside her within the minute, he switched tactics and ground against her. He rocked hard against her clit and moved his mouth to her ear. Something about him nipping at her there set Ginny through the roof when she was really horny and looking for her finish.
As she panted and groaned in his own ear he kept trying to push his finish away but it was right there, waiting and ready.
Ginny finally snapped and came, just in time for the tightening of her to set him off as well.
They came together. For him that was a true sign of victory.
They rode out their own finishes with lazy circles of hips and soft kisses between deep gulping breaths.
As their heartbeats began to slow down he moved down her body a bit until he slipped back out of her and rested his head on her chest for another moment.
He felt her fiddling with one of her wrist restraints and gave a chuckle before releasing all the straps. He slipped out of the bed and picked her up in his arms and carried her over to the bathtub.
"I am a big fan of tonight's activities," Ginny murmured as she sunk into the bath and moved forwards just enough for him to climb in behind her.
"As am I," he sighed leaning back against porcelain.
"What spurred that on?" she asked, grabbing the soap to lazily clean up the sticky mess from the condiments.
"I have a really hot wife," was all the explanation he offered, too satiated to think of anything else.
"Hmm," she hummed. "And I have a very well-trained house-husband."
Together they worked the soap lather over both of their bodies before climbing out and getting ready for bed.
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