AN- A continuation of the Potato Smut stories, upon request that food be involved in sex, and because someone wanted more of the Potato Smut series. Just in time for the holidays!
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Christmas Snack
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Déjà vu is what it was. He'd been here before. In this exact spot, and she had been right across from him, exactly where she was now.
Her hand was going up and down just like it had been last time.
Steady, rhythmic movements with just the right amount of gusto over and over again.
Harry gave a hard swallow.
It wasn't just like it had been the last time he'd been in this situation. For one thing, it was lunch in front of him, not breakfast, and for another, she was his girlfriend now, he wasn't just pining after her.
He gave a hard swallow as he tried to get the last of his lunch down into his stomach. He could swear he was breaking out in a sweat from the little show she was putting on for him.
They hadn't had much time to see each other lately. She had been back at Hogwarts with Hermione and he and Ron had been in Auror training. But they wrote all the time, her letters long, light and funny, his were short and to the point.
His point always being that he missed her and couldn't wait to see her again.
Their time together last summer seemed so long ago now.
Their time they snuck away from everyone else last night seemed so long ago now though too because she was mashing those potatoes so suggestively.
Why was it always her with the task of doing the potatoes for Christmas dinner?
Couldn't one of the others have done it? Couldn't she have used her wand? There must be a spell for that.
But she had no idea what she was doing to him by making that movement over and over again in front of him. She should have now though! They'd been intimate, she knew what gesture she was making.
Harry thought for a brief moment that he should ask her not to mash potatoes in front of him again, not with her family around.
But what the hell kind of weird request is that?
Who gets turned on watching someone mash potatoes?
Who gets turned on twice watching someone mash potatoes?
She'd think he's weird.
Well, she'd be flattered she could turn him on so easily with out trying, she'd told him she liked that he fantasized about her sometimes, but then she'd think it's weird.
On the other side of the table Ginny was trying really hard not to laugh.
She'd never mentioned to Harry that two years ago when she was in her fifth year she'd known exactly what she was doing to him while she worked away at the potatoes in front of him.
Honestly, who mashes potatoes for dinner when it is still breakfast time?
Poor innocent Harry.
He could go around killing evil Dark Lords, rescue damsels in distress, and put away criminals and yet he was completely clueless when it came to the game of seduction.
He just sat across from her watching her hand go up and down like it was and attempt not to look thoroughly enthralled.
Time to change things up a bit.
Feigning a cramp in her hand she stretched out her fingers, running her forefinger over the tip if the handle, then circled her finger and thumb around the shaft of the masher and let the shaft slide through it a few times before gripping it hard again with her whole hand.
Harry nearly choked at that.
Ginny so wanted to laugh out loud. For Merlin's sake the man was nearly breaking out in a sweat as he watched!
It wasn't much longer that Harry excused himself from the table. Ginny couldn't help but search for the telltale sign of his arousal as he left the table.
It was there.
She wondered if he was going to sneak off to the bathroom again for a shower wank.
Feeling smug she excused herself from the table as well and moved her pot of mashed potatoes to the stove, taking a small portioning of the dish before she discretely followed Harry up the stairs.
He wasn't in the bathroom this time though, the door was wide open. That meant he was in Ron's room.
Ron and Hermione had gone to Australia for Christmas so that they could be with her parents and weren't going to be back until the New Year, that meant that Harry had Ron's room to himself. Technically he lived at Grimmauld Place, but there was no way that mum was letting him stay by himself at Grimmauld Place over the holidays. Harry didn't object and Ginny knew it was because she was at The Burrow that he was okay with being forced to stay there.
Once she got to the top floor as quietly as possible she hid the cup of mashed potato behind her back and listened at the door. There wasn't anything she could hear from this side.
Being quick about it she turned the knob and entered the room, shutting the door swiftly behind her.
She was not disappointed by the sight that lay before her. Harry was laying back on the bed, his trousers shoved down to his thighs and his hard cock in his hand.
"Ginny!" he yelped and grabbed for the pillow behind his head, pulling it over him to hide what he'd been getting up to.
"Oh, don't stop on my account," she grinned. She'd seen him naked before but hadn't ever seen him take himself in hand.
"I, er," he blushed, keeping the pillow exactly where it was, covering him up.
She kept one hand behind her as she moved towards him. There was a reason she'd kept a skirt on for today and it wasn't because it was a Christmas skirt, it was because she'd planned to 'help' with dinner with him watching. Wearing a skirt allowed for easy access.
He gave a bit of a protest when she pulled the pillow away. His surprise at her walking in had made him go a little limp.
"Looks like you need a little more inspiration," she told him before hiking up her skirt enough to sit astride him.
"Ginny!" he exclaimed and his eyes darted to the door.
"What exactly brought this need of yours on?" She asked playfully. "Could it have been something I did?"
He colored at the question, but he didn't look at all upset about this turn of events. He grew back to full mast before her eyes.
"It's just," he swallowed, his hands going to her hips of their own volition. "When you were, um. When you were mashing the potatoes." He didn't look like he was able to get the rest out.
It amazed her that he was so bashful about this. They'd had sex several times now. He should be able to tell her about what she did that got him aroused. Though, he wasn't the best at giving compliments, she could just see it in his eyes when he liked what she was wearing or how she looked.
His being at a loss for words now made her feel like she had all the power, and she liked that.
Carefully setting down the cup in her hands behind her, between his legs on the bed, she pulled off her blouse so she was just in her bra and skirt.
Harry gaped at her, in the way that he always did when she started taking off her clothes. It was as though it was the first time he'd seen her naked all over again. She gave him a few good slow strokes to his erection while he took in the sight. Then his eyes rolled back in his head and he gave a moan.
Once he was good and aroused she reached behind her and undid her bra, tossing that to the floor, then put her one hand back on his erection while the other traced along his stomach, moving his shirt higher and higher.
He'd filled out a bit since she'd left for school. Mum had basically force fed him all summer but after a year of next to nothing to eat he'd still be gaining his proper weight back when she'd left for school. Now he looked very healthy and strong.
His hands slid up from her waist to cup at the side of her breasts and run his thumbs over her hardened nipples. His breath caught as he did it.
"What did you see that you liked, Harry," she asked him again. It came out in a deep and seductive manner. Her hips were rotating, desperate for some kind of friction against her clit. Shifting over slightly she ground herself against his thigh for a little relief.
"You. Your hand movements," he moaned as she kept stroking him.
"And was this time better or worse that the last time I put on that little show for you?" she asked, unable to keep the smile off her face.
It took a moment for her words to register, but then his eyes popped open and he gaped at her. "What?"
"You remember?" she asked innocently. "Two years ago, when I was helping with Christmas dinner and you were gagging for it. I saw you then, you know? Watching my every hand movement." She bit her lip and continued grinding against him and stroking him.
"You, oh Gods that feels good, you did that on purpose?"
"You bet I did. I wanted you so bad then," she moaned softly.
"Oh Gods, I wanted you too," he admitted and rocked his hips so he could assist his cock sliding through her hand.
"I know," she smiled and let her head fall back.
"You know?!"
Ginny gave a hum of assent. "I heard you in the shower," she gave a small moan. "Heard you say my name when you came."
His hips stopped. "You heard that?"
Ginny looked down at him, not stopping her hand or her own hips from moving. "Yes. Then I had to spend a little time on my own," she gave him a wink.
"You did?" his eyes lit up in interest and his hips started rocking once more.
"Mhmm," she nodded. "I knew exactly what I was doing to you. Now, tell me Harry. What were you picturing when you were alone in that shower?"
He gave a grunt of pleasure, but his face was turning bright red from the question.
"It… its personal," he stammered.
"Harry," she coaxed. "If you tell me, I might do it."
"Really?" He looked so sweet. Like he didn't know if he could trust this bit of potential good fortune.
Ginny had enough of the teasing now. She rose up on her knees, moved her knickers to the side and lowered herself onto him properly.
"Oh, Merlin, fuck yes," his head rolled back against the pillow.
Ginny adjusted to having the full length of him buried inside her again. So full, so deep.
"Tell me Harry," she said again once she'd established a slow and steady rhythm.
"I was eating it off you," he told her hurriedly.
"Eating what off of me?" Ginny was getting a thrill from this like she couldn't describe. He was going to say it! Then she was going to make it come true!
"The mashed! I was eating the mashed potato off you," he panted, not caring at all anymore.
There it was.
She reached behind her and used her finger to scoop out some of the mashed from the cup, bringing it to her collar and smearing it there.
"Like this?" she purred.
His eyes shot open and he watched as she traced a line of the buttery, creamy substance down her chest, then brought her finger to her lips and licked the rest off.
In a flash he was sat up and licking the food off of her. "Do you have more?" he asked.
Harry couldn't believe it! She'd known! Two years ago and today she'd known what she was doing. She'd heard him wanking in the shower then and here she was now recreating that fantasy of his. How many times since had he thought about her naked and covered in mashed potato?
The few times they'd shagged had been sweet and more than he could have ever wished for, but they hadn't been strictly about reaching his end like his wanking fantasies were. He hadn't pounded into her with his only goal in mind being cumming inside her.
And real-life shagging had not involved food, until now.
Ginny smirked down at him and twirled her hips around so his cock would trace lazy circled inside her, then she reached behind her and presented him with much more of the little Christmas snack.
"Is this my real Christmas present?" he grinned.
"If you want it to be," she said, dipping another finger into the dish and smearing it down her sternum.
"Yes," he panted. "From now on the only gift I want from you is food and sex." Then he took the cup away from her, licking every morsel of food off her chest before rolling them over so she lay beneath him.
He pulled back and ripped his shirt off, slipping out of her to remove his trousers as well and casting a locking and silencing charm on the door as well for good measure.
No doubt everyone else downstairs could have guessed what they were up to, but they didn't need it confirmed for them either.
His erection bobbed in protest, begging to be buried back inside her, but Harry needed to get her fully naked first. He wasn't gentle about tugging her skirt and knickers off and tossing them to the floor with the rest of her clothes. There was nothing in Ginny's expression saying she minded, in fact she looked even more turned on seeing his desperation.
Her legs were completely spread before him and he got a good look at her sex that was glistening with want before him.
He leaned over her and slid right back inside her with ease and a satisfied groan. From this position he could properly thrust inside her while he enjoyed his snack.
Balancing on one hand he scooped out more mashed and trailed it further down her chest than the last one, ending with the largest dollop on her nipple. Licking his lips he set to work right away cleaning it all off of her.
Such creamy goodness.
He started at the top and worked is way down to her breast, thrusting into her the whole time. Ginny arched her back the closer he got to her nipple, assisting him with her movement.
Her moaning and writhing beneath him made the experience so much better. He sucked her nipple into his mouth, clamping his teeth down gently over it and giving a tug.
He went to smear some more on her, on the other side of her chest but she stopped him.
"Please, just make me cum first. I'm so close," she begged.
Yes, he thought in a hiss. He loved it when she asked like that. He buried himself deep inside her and ground his hips in the way she liked until her body clenched hard around him and she muffled a cry. It felt so good when she came around him. There was a smugness he felt from knowing he could make her feel so good.
Right now though he was so turned on that he was surprised he hadn't lost it and gone down that pleasure tunnel right after her. He wanted to extend the experience though.
He remembered that first fantasy scenario, it had been the same one he'd pulled to mind several times when he was on the run with Ron and Hermione, and it involved eating the mashed off her back as well.
They hadn't done that though, him behind her. She'd ridden him, he'd been on top of her, but her belly down on the bed…
"Can you… turn over?" he asked in a whisper.
Merlin she was beautiful like this. Her cheeks and chest were all red from her orgasm, chest heaving from trying to catch her breath and her eyes were in a pleasure filled haze that was slowly coming into focus.
She heard him and gave a very intrigued nod. He pulled back, slipping out of her and she rolled over, flipping her hair to one side and raising her bum up in the air a bit.
He couldn't believe she was okay with this!
He grasped her hips and appreciated the view of her on presentation for him like this. Taking himself in hand once again he twirled the head of his cock around her entrance and Ginny writhed at the feeling. Then he pushed forwards, as deep as he could go.
They both gave a groan at that.
It was different like this.
He stayed up on his knees, grasping her hips and pulling back to thrust into her tentatively, making sure it felt good for both of them.
Ginny buried her face into the pillow and he heard her loud muffled cries. He stilled himself then.
"Bad?" Fuck, he hoped it wasn't bad. It felt so insanely good for him.
"No, not bad," she moaned. "Keep going!"
Yes, his mind called out in celebration. He kept up his thrusts, gaining momentum and her cries of pleasure.
He leaned over her once more, grabbing a hold of her breast and giving it a squeeze before scooping up more of the mashed and plopping it down on her shoulder blade then licking it up right away. Ginny giggled at the feeling, but that quickly turned into a moan.
This felt so good! He wasn't going to last much longer.
Finishing up clearing off the mash he kissed his way up to her neck and focused solely on the feel of their coupling until he was pushed right over the edge, making sure he was buried as deep as possible inside her as he came.
"Holy shit!" he panted. "Holy fuck," he said over and over again as a dizzy spell took over him and all his muscles turned to jelly.
He grabbed hold of her side and rolled them over so they were spooning while he gained some sense of control. He could tell that Ginny wasn't quite as lost in pleasure as he was. Her hand was tracing up and down his forearm gently while he recovered.
"So, you did it on purpose, eh?" he asked after a few minutes.
"What, riling you up two Christmas' ago?" she asked. "Yes." She wiggled her bum against him a little and they both gave a chuckle.
"You're a minx you are," he said with a kiss to her shoulder. "You were still seeing Dean then."
"I know," she sighed. "And hearing you in the shower I wondered if I should have just ended it with him then and jumped you instead. But I was also wanting to make you pay for ignoring me for years before you'd started showing interest."
"Well, you've got me now. No doubt you'll find some more ways to torture me like you have over the next several years."
"Hardly torture when it winds up with us doing what we just did."
"Yeah, that was amazing." He couldn't keep the grin off his face.
She picked up the rest of the cup of mashed they had. "Do you just want to eat up the rest?"
"Off your back or your front? Either way the answer is 'yes'."
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