Cliché Fest: FIC: What Harry Needs Title: What Harry Needs Author:lilyseyes Rating: M/NC-17 Word count: +/- 1,200 Content/Warning(s): (highlight for spoilers) *See Cliché – mention of Mpreg, Detention fic* Cliché: (highlight for spoilers) *21) Harry is superpowerful and Severus is his mate/slave/bonded* Summary: Severus always knows exactly what Harry needs. A/N: Thank you to sevfan for the beta and veridari for the pre-read! For accioslash. Thank you for letting me play!
What Harry Needs
Harry stepped into Severus Snape's office with a scowl and slammed the door behind him. "I'm here for my detention…sir!"
Snape's head snapped up and he narrowed his eyes as he took in Harry's school robes. "Indeed, Mr. Potter, especially as you are late, again! Another example of your typical disregard for authority!"
Harry glared at him but held his tongue. He wanted this, needed this too badly to say something to mess it up. Snape walked around him, hands clasped behind his back. The brush of magic and audible click of the lock told Harry that locking and silencing charms had been cast on the door.
"Your disrespect has earned you five lashes, Potter," Snape sneered in his ear. "Hands on the desk and bend over!"
Harry was quick to respond, bracing his feet in a wide stance as he leaned over and placed his hands in the center of the desk. He bit his lip to keep from groaning as he felt Severus lift the back of his robes.
"No trousers or pants, Potter? You are being particularly naughty tonight." Snape's smirk came through in his voice. "Or you're particularly needy."
A hand smoothed over one hip, lingering on his arse cheek for a tantalizing moment before the first blow landed. His already hard cock twitched as the sting and burn spread along his nerves, and by the fifth smack, Harry was crying, his body trembling in the effort to stay still, his reddened skin throbbing in time with his cock. Callused fingertips traced over the welts on his arse.
"I think that will remind you of your manners for a day or two," Snape purred in his ear, allowing his heavy robes to brush against Harry's abused flesh. "Unless your stubbornness requires a more intimate lesson?"
Harry moaned, his cock so hard it bordered on painful. "I've been very naughty, Professor!"
"Is that so?" Snape held him down with one hand on his back. "Whatever shall I do with you, Mr. Potter?"
Harry felt something cold spread over his stinging arse, cooling the burn, and slick fingers trailed down between his cheeks. His heart sped up as a fingertip traced his anus, slipping in to the first knuckle as Harry pushed back against it. Snape's other hand gripped his hip, holding Harry firm as those fingers quickly stretched him, teasing as they prepared him.
Panting, Harry pleaded with Snape. "Fuck me now!"
Snape stilled, the scratchy cloth of his robes brushing against the back of Harry's thighs. "What was that, Potter?"
"Please fuck me, sir!" Harry ground out, trying not to squirm.
The fingers inside him twisted, brushing against his prostate. Harry couldn't help thrusting backwards as a jolt of pleasure exploded through him. Then the digits were gone, replaced by the blunt head of Snape's cock at it began to push into him. The pleasure dulled the painful burn as Snape pulled back and drove into him several times with short strokes, Harry feeling heavy bullocks brush against his. Snape's thick cock stretched and filled Harry, until he swore he could feel it nudge his heart.
"Is this what you want, Potter? My cock buried inside you, as deep as it will go?" Snape gripped Harry, snapping his hips forward in a steady, even rhythm.
"Yessss!" Harry hissed, slipping into Parseltongue. "So good! Fuck me, Professor! Harder! Faster!"
With a growl, Snape widened his stance, pulling Harry back towards him, and began to pound into him. Harry braced his hands on the edge of the desk and concentrated on the sensation of Snape's cock moving inside him and the incredible jolts of pleasure when his sweet spot was hit. As he felt his balls tighten and his climax start to pulsate through him, Harry tightened the muscles in his arse and dropped one hand to his own cock, fisting it. Stroking himself in time to Snape's thrusts, it only took a moment for Harry to reach the pinnacle and ejaculate all over the front of Snape's desk.
"Fuck! Severussss!" Harry groaned, falling forward to lie awkwardly on the desk, trying to use his trembling arms to support his weight, his muscles still contracting around Snape's cock.
Snape seemed to snap, his strokes losing their pace to plunge in and out rapidly. With a grunt, he buried himself deep and Harry could feel Snape filling him with hot seed.
"Merlin’s saggy balls, Harry!"
Severus collapsed forward, covering Harry's back. One hand braced on the desk beside his, as Severus used it to keep his weight off Harry. The other hand moved forward to caress the rounded mound of Harry's abdomen. Harry smiled as he tried to slow his breathing, a happy, sated smile curving his lips.
After a moment when the room was silent except for their heavy breathing, warm lips brushed the nape of his neck before Severus stood. "I take it your visit to the hospital wing brought reassuring news, or you wouldn't have asked me to join you in my old Potions office."
Harry straightened up and turned in Severus' arms. "Poppy said to tell you that I am not made of crystal, that the baby is fine and we won't hurt him, and to remember that I am an undulating mass of turbulent hormones."
"In other words, you are extraordinarily randy and I must indulge you." Severus snorted, reaching down to tuck both flaccid pricks back into their clothing.
Harry tilted his face upward, a blatant request for a kiss. Severus smirked, making him wait, but finally kissed him softly. Pressing himself closer, with the bump that was their son cradled between them, Harry sighed. Severus wrapped him in a tight embrace.
"Are you sure you're all right with this, Severus?" Harry asked quietly, uncertainty and the role his deepest desires had created in this situation still plaguing him.
"Which part?" Severus asked dryly. "The part in which my incredibly powerful husband managed to turn our marriage vows into a bond that united our very souls? Or the part where you turn out to be the first wizard since Merlin to be able to conceive and sustain a magical pregnancy without the aid of potions or spell?"
Harry had to smile; it did sound a little ridiculous when Severus put it that way. "Git! I just want to make sure…"
Severus reached up and framed Harry's face in his hands. "Must I allow you to rifle through my thoughts yet again to quiet your insecurities, or can we bypass the Legilimency, and you just believe that I am thrilled with the impending arrival of our son?"
Searching his face, Harry saw Severus was speaking the truth and smiled. "Sorry, I'm just being a prat."
Severus kissed him before steering him towards the door. "I will endeavor to provide a constant stream of reassurance, my heart, if that what is needed."
Leaning into his side, Harry grinned at the mild sarcasm, knowing Severus would be there for him when he needed him. "Brilliant! And maybe I'll wear that little red skirt you're so fond of tonight…"