[M-Rated] I dunno what this is even. 😂 I just wrote whatever ideas I have in my mind. Lmao. Enjoy reading! 😂
Warning! 🚫 Smut, obviously. Cruciatus Curse. More smut. Slight mention of child neglect. M-Preg! And a bunch of others.
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"My Lord," Draco smiled, kneeling in front of his Lord before he went to undress the powerful wizard when he was given the signal to rise, sliding the robes off the Dark Lord's body with slow movements. "You're back. How was your day?"
The figure chuckled, wrapping an arm around his waist to pull him closer. Draco looked at him questioningly. "My Lord? I am to undress you and run you a bath, sir. Is there something you wanted me to do?" he asked. "Innocence doesn't suit you, my beloved," he hissed in Parseltongue. Draco's breath hitched when the arm suddenly tightened. "My Lord?"
"Undress yourself," the other ordered and Draco immediately went to do what he was told, not wanting for his husband to get mad at him. "Stop," he growled when Draco reached to his panties. A pair of thong gifted from his beloved himself, blood-red in colour. "Just as I thought," the bright green-eyed male sneered. "You had requested me to wear it today, Sir," Draco whimpered when the sharp nails dug into his skin.
"Indeed I did but did I asked you to do this?" Harry snarled and bend Draco over the desk, pushing the thong to one side before shoving his fingers inside his still wet and loose hole without lube. "I didn't tell you to touch yourself now, did I?"
Draco cried out when Harry fucked his fingers into his hole roughly. "M-My apologies, S-Sir! Ah! I-I couldn't h-help myself!" he sobbed when the pads of the fingers roughly toyed with his prostate. "Of course you couldn't help yourself, sweetheart. You're a fucking slut. That's just what you are," Harry scoffed. He gripped his hair and pulled it back harshly. "This will be your last warning, bitch. You do not touch what I own without my permission, got it? This hole and this cock is mine and mine only. Your entire body is mine, Draco Potter."
Draco slumped on the desk in a daze when Harry let go of his hair. "Y-Yes, Sir," he whispered softly. "Punishment for me, My Lord?"
Harry softened at the tears streaming down his husband's face before pulling his fingers out slowly. He vanished the excess lube wandlessly before pulling Draco into a gentle hug. "You know I hate doing this to you, my beloved. I just want you to listen to me and obey my orders. Is that so hard," he asked. Draco immediately shook his head, looking down in shame, some parts of his body flushed bright red. "N-No, Sir. I'm sorry I've been a-a slut," he sniffled, looking like he was about to cry.
"Oh, darling," Harry kissed him softly, caressing his cheeks tenderly. "You're not a slut, Draco. You're my perfect beautiful husband. Your existence in this world is only to please me and be a good boy for me, aren't you?" Draco nodded shamefully while his eyes still looking down.
"Look at me when I talk to you, my beloved. You know I don't like it when you don't look at me when I talk," Harry said, displeased. Out of fear, Draco snapped his head up, eyes looking straight into his husband's own bright green eyes. "Good boy."
"Now, undress me. Maybe if I'm generous enough, you'd have my cock inside of you for the night," Harry smirked as Draco dutifully nodded. "Yes, My Lord. Whatever pleases you."
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"Tell me, my beloved. Should I kill them?" Harry grinned darkly, eyes never strayed away from his rather unfortunate victims even as he talked to Draco. Hermione, Ron, Luna and Neville, ever the loyal friends they were, stood by silently with their heads down along with his many loyal followers. "Their fate is in your hands, my love. They did hurt you after all."
