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How long has it been? Seven months? Eight or even nine? I forgot. I always forget. It's been a while since I saw the outside world. Also been a while since I interacted with anyone except him. He, my husband. People would laugh at me when they learned about how old my husband was and probably put me in Azkaban too.
I'm much older than him, the same age as his parents and goes to the same school as them. His father with his friends tormented me back then, but no one batted an eye at me when that happened. Not my classmate, housemate, or even the teachers. Sometimes it makes me feel worthless and deserves all that.
But his mother, his mother, saw something that others didn't see. She was my first friend, and I lost her in an accident. Talking about that brings a bitter taste to my mouth. After that accident, we stopped being friends, and she ended up with your father.
I remember that cursed day like yesterday, desperately wanting to return and fix everything. But there is some extent to which magic can do turning back time is one of them. So with rage, grief, and regret, I let go of my childhood friend to my tormentor. She's one of them now, and I cannot change that. Maybe she’s always been one of them, but I refuse to see that.
"You seem to think of something rather than me," a sweet voice whispered in my neck. Merlin, that voice can turn me into a puddle anytime it wants, and I will not resist it. "Oh darling, you are a kinky person, aren't you? I can see your body react because of my voice, sweetheart," chuckled the voice.
I can only moan. The power of that voice over me is ridiculous. But I will not change it for the world. "H-Harry..." I found that it’s been so hard to think around you. It is as if my brain just turns off when you're near. The warmth of your body makes me feel so hot I can't think straight. Not that I'm straight in the first place.
"H-Harry... I'm- ahh- cooking mhmm- right now..." You don't care about that, never really care, and I found myself don't mind. "What are you cooking, darling?"
"It's... I-it's- nghn!" he teases my body mercilessly, always does. It's hard to answer when someone plays with your body. His finger messages my sore breast. It feels so good. "I-I- huh?" One of his legs spread my thighs and stayed between them. "H-Harry, please, our dinner- aaaahhh!" He bites my neck hard, leaving a bite mark for the world to see. Such a possessive person. He doesn't need to do that. No one loves me other than him.
The bitemark makes me wet and hot, the way he keeps messaging and playing with my breast, the way he kept kissing my neck, leaving even more bitemark, I'm not going to last long. He knows this and uses that advantage.
"D-dinner... I need to-"
"What do you mean to do, darling?"
My body burning that sentence drives me crazy. "Answer me, darling. What do you mean to do?"
"B-be yours..."
"That's right, so you're not to do anything without my permission, even cooking. If I want to starve you, then you will starve. You will only do something if I tell you so."
His voice is calm, but I know his fuming inside. What he said was true, I'm his object, so I have no right to do anything without his consent. I'm such a disappointment, he gave me a small task, and I cannot fulfill it. What am I if I'm this horrible at a small task? Why did he keep me around? Why?
"Breath, sweetheart, that's true you disobey me, but I still love you anyways." It calmed me. He loves me. No one loved me before. I'm so happy. "That's right, you're useless, but I love you." That sounds majestic. He is a kind soul, a kind person for loving a useless, ugly, no-worth man like me.
"Thank you, thank you for loving this useless person! Thank you, thank you." He loves me. Harry loves me. It felt warm, it felt nice, it felt hot. My brain felt so mushy, Harry's hand kept teasing me, and he kept biting my neck. I'm going insane. I will, I will-
"You reach your limit, huh? Such a cute reaction. Let's see, what did you think before I came?"
"About.. our age gap... about your parents, about that incident with them..." It should've been hard to answer, but Harry's voice hypnotized me. I cannot argue with him.
"Oh my beloved, you are such a sweet person who still thinks about my mother... But I hate that she keeps plaguing your mind, but you're not hers but mine, so do me a little favor, sweetheart."
"Anything."
"Such an eager person to please no wonder I fell in love with you. You and your loyalty." He loves me, he loves me, and it warms me even more.
He brings us to the dining chair and makes me sit on his lap. One of his hands slithered down to my bottom parts, and the other shoved two fingers into my mouth. His fingers feel nice in my mouth, making me lose the sense of time and space. If this were a dream, I wouldn't wake up anymore as long as I felt this warmth and love.
"Now, the previous topic. About my parents, especially my mother," his voice lullabies me, and my eyelids become heavier.
"Forget her... Forget my parents, forget their friends. Even better, forget everyone except me. And even better ideas, forget everything except me. Your ideals, dreams, friends, past, your mistakes. Forget. Every. Single. One. Of them. Except me and only me."
Huh? What? I want to complain, but I can't. Why should I? Harry asking for a simple thing and being unable to fulfill it after failing him so many times is unfair. He fastens both his hands. I will come untouched if he keeps doing that.
"Come for me, Severus. Come and do as I’m said."
I come untouched. It's a nice and warm feeling. Such bliss and nothing can compare to what I feel right now. I- "I love you... Harry."
"I love you too, my beloved. Now, can you tell me about my mother?" Harry's mother, Harry's mother, is, is, do I know his mother? "Who is your mother?"
I never see him smile that big doesn't it hurt? "Oh, sweetheart, that's right, I never introduced you to my parents. They're already dead."
Are his parents dead? Why I’m such an insensitive person?
"You know, they loved each other even until their last breath. They die to protect me, so darling, let's be like them without the dying part. Let's love each other until our last breath. Let's build a big happy family to prove our love and bond. What do you say about that love? Want to have another child after this one?"
Oh yeah, that's right, I'm pregnant with Harry's child. He wants to have so many children. Lots of them, if I remember correctly. And if Harry wants to do that, who am I to say no to a simple request?
"Of course, Harry, let's do that."
With that, he kissed me hungrily. I let him. I will always let him. Because his will is mine too, so if he wants us to be in love until our last breath, then moted it be.
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There is a man sleeping peacefully. His hand is at the top of his rounded stomach, trying to guard his offspring. There's another man beside him, looking at him with such a dark gaze. The man's emerald eyes clouded with darkness, and his fingertip brushed into the sleeping man. Starting from the eyebrow and slowly going down to the crooked nose, the lips he was trying so hard to retain from kissing it.
The fingertips keep going down to the many hickeys he gave for the sleeping man, a smirk adorning his lips when he sees his masterpiece. It keeps going down to one of the breasts, and he gives a soft pinch, making the sleeping man moan softly his smirk widening. The fingertips then stop. On the top of the rounded stomach, he spelled the area around the fingertips away.
There’s a symbol, a tattoo, a spell that he created. Softly, he’s circling the mark, retrieving an even bigger moan from the sleeping man, making him happy. "Yeah, reading those dark spell books is super worth it. Don't you think so, Severus? Look at you, once a pride-guarded man. But with a little rune, a little symbol," he presses the tattoo making the man yell deliciously, "making you lose control and act like a bitch in heat."
"Well. I only have Dumbledore and Tom to thank. Without them, I wouldn't have found what I wanted all this time."
The man thinks about all the times he needs to fight and survive, only to learn he has to die to save the wizarding world. Such rubbish, but in the end, he won. He won but felt incomplete. Like something or someone was missing. Then he found out about the potion professor.
Imagine his reaction when founds out Snape is still alive.
Snape is alive. The man who should've been dead. The more he thought about it, the more he was sure that Snape was for him. Snape was born, survived, and was alive for him. Something or someone that just belongs to him, not sharing with anyone else. That day, Harry Potter was laughing like a maniac in the middle of Diagon Alley.
Now convinced Snape is the hard part because the man was so defensive. That's why he searches for the dark magic that will make Snape willing to listen to his partner. Found nothing, he created one. The spell makes others listen and immediately do as told.
At first, he wants to start slow, but Snape makes it hard with how he keeps throwing fits at Harry. One day Harry Snaps, and he throws himself into Snape. Without wasting time, he’s enchanted those spells for Snape. Oh, Merlin, he can still picture Snape's scared face and voice from that day. Those memories are still able to make him hard.
From then on, the spell worked just like it was supposed to. Snape listens to him, follows his order without question, and is attached to him like a lost puppy. It gave him a sense of control but also jealousy. He hates the fact people can see Snape. So, both of them leave the wizarding world.
It's been one year, Sna- no- Severus already took his last name. They married 11 months ago, and Severus is pregnant with their first child. First of many.
He didn't let Severus leave their house, do the housework, or even brew in this state. So Severus's daily activities are just sitting and moaning delightfully. While Harry plays with his body, other than that, he's permitted to read romance novels. Not the twisted or sad one, only the happy smutty one. The face Severus made when reading it is just like what he hoped.
Heavy blush and mindless. Such a pretty view. A stunning view just for him to see. He knows it is wrong. To spell his ex-professor with a dark spell. But damn, is it worth it. Severus looks and sounds so ethereal, and only he has the privilege to see him.
It doesn't matter at the end of the day if it is wrong. The spell only makes people listen and obey. Harry never told Severus to fall in love with him, so it counted as Severus loved him of his own will. Well, maybe not on his own, he probably uses a little manipulation, but at the end of the day, Severus loves him.
Severus would stay with him forever. And if he doesn't want to? Well, Harry can just convince him again. After all, what Harry wants is what Severus wants.