Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/14080194. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Underage Category: F/M Fandom: Harry_Potter_-_Fandom Relationship: Harry_Potter/Ginny, Harry/Fleur, Harry/Hermione, Harry/Cho, Harry/Molly Weasley, Harry/Narcissa, Harry/Minerva, Harry/Lavender_Brown, Harry/Katie Bell, Harry/Angelina_Johnson, Harry/Madame_Pomfrey, Harry/Pansy Parkinson, Harry/Astoria_Greengrass, Harry/Millicent_Bullstrode, Harry/ Susan_Bones, Harry/Hannah_Abbot, Harry/Professor_Trelawney, Harry/Pince, Harry/Pomfrey, Harry_Potter/Rita_Skeeter, Harry_Potter/Gabrielle Delacour, Harry_Potter/Everyone, Harry_Potter/Petunia_Dursley Character: Harry_Potter, Ginny_Weasley, Hermione_Granger, Molly_Weasley, Cho_Chang, Romilda_Vane, Fleur_Delacour, Gabrielle_Delacour, Rita_Skeeter, Madame Pomfrey, Petunia_Dursley, Madame_Pince, Professir_Sprout, Minerva McGonagall, Susan_Bones, Hannah_Abbot, Angelina_Johnson, Lavender_Brown, Katie_Bell, Pansy_Parkinson, Millicent_Bullstrode, Neville_Longbottom Additional Tags: Infidelity, Submission, Dominant_Harry_Potter, Submissive_Female Characters, Serial_Cheater, Age_Difference, Much_Younger_Woman, unethical, Orgy, Lactation_fetish, Piss_Fetish, Anal, Oral, Vaginal_Sex, Blowjobs, worship_kink, Praise_Kink, Rough_Sex, Consensual_Infidelity, Nonconsensual_Infidelity, Consensual_Underage_Sex, Spanking, Punishment, AU, Future_Fic, Harry_Isn’t_A_Good_Person, Harem Series: Part 3 of Harry_Potter_Fetish Stats: Published: 2018-03-24 Words: 1466 ****** Under My Thumb ****** by StannisTheMannis Harry Potter liked to be in charge. He wasn’t sure why. Perhaps it was because he grew up feeling like he was never in charge, powerless, helpless, as his aunt and uncle and even his cousin cruelly bossed him around. Maybe this was his way of trying to restore his sense of control. Or perhaps it was just because it turned him on. Harry first realized this sometime after the war, after he and Ginny married, and he at last found himself an official part of the Weasley family. Life was good. Life was perfect. Ginny loved him, and Harry loved Ginny, and he didn’t need anything else. Didn’t need. But wanted. Maybe it started with Hermione. They would often gravitate towards each other during holidays or other kinds of family reunions, as they were the in-laws, the odd men out. The two would talk and laugh and reminisce about their school days, and soon- Harry was fucking his best friend’s wife in his own wife’s childhood bedroom. He still loved Ginny. Just as much as he ever had, in fact. He didn’t want Hermione over her. He wanted Hermione, too. Was that so much to ask? Then there was Fleur. The veela vixen had been a subject of many a teenage fantasy for Harry, and when Ginny and Bill were busy with work, as they often were, why shouldn’t Harry give her a little visit at Shell Cottage? Why not finally make some of those fantasies a reality? Her on her knees, him behind her with his hands on her shoulders, making her moan, making her scream- And then Molly. He’d never viewed her as a sexual object before. Too old, too plump, too maternal. But at one of those family reunions, Harry had somehow found himself alone with her in a bedroom, and, looking at her dote over him, something just- clicked. He took her hard and fast, face buried in her pillowy breasts, fingers digging into the copious flesh of her ass. He left her red-faced and flustered, but still smiling happily, though a bit confusedly. Guilt? Shame? Harry didn’t seen what those concepts had to do with anything. If he wanted something, and that something was available to him, and he could take it without any negative repercussions- What was the problem? After Molly, things started to... escalate. Luna. All he had to do was unzip his pants when they were in a locked room, and she was on her knees, his cock deep in her pretty little mouth, her bright grey eyes looking up at him- Cho. They hadn’t seen each other since Hogwarts, but all it took was a few drinks to get her to loosen up, and from there he was able to have her in all the ways he couldn’t during school, in her pussy, her mouth, her ass- Romilda. God, she was practically begging him to fuck her, to make her his. Harry had never found desperation attractive, but when mixed with just the right amount of submission- He felt in charge. In control. He felt like a god. Gabrielle. If Harry ever felt a flicker of guiltiness, it was with her. So young. So innocent. It was unethical, sure. But not illegal. She was fifteen, underage in Britain, but in France, her birthplace, her current home? Even still. Harry felt some guilt, when he had her lie back on the bed of her family’s estate, spreading her legs, exposing that beautiful pinkness for him- Some guilt. But not enough. It was exhilarating. Not just her, but all of it. Harry felt drunk on power, on control. The submission excited him, yes, but it was more than that. It was the love. Unconditional love, from nearly every woman in his life. The kind of love he never received growing up. Petunia. Taken from behind, standing up, as she clutched the kitchen counter and tried to support herself on her shaking legs, whimpering pitifully as he fucked her tight ass, whispering into her ear as he did- “You like that? You like it when I’m in charge?” And she wouldn’t admit to it, wouldn’t give him the satisfaction, until he brought her to the point of orgasm, and then stopped thrusting for just a moment, dangling the threat of ruining her sexual pleasure right there, and then she would scream out- “Yes! Yes! I love it when you’re in charge! Fuck me, Harry, fuck me, please, God, fuck me!” Harry would smirk, and he would give her what she so desperately craved. Later, he’d visit Narcissa Malfoy in her great sprawling mansion, and he’d take great pleasure in having that uptight bitch submit to his well. She’d be on all fours, licking up his come and piss from the floor like an animal, and Harry would just sit back and watch as she debased herself, all for him. He fucked Susan Bones, Katie Bell, Angelina Johnson, and Lavender Brown. At the same time. In the same bed. It had taken a long time to organize, but it was worth it. The four of them, all his, obedient, docile, in all the ways he craved, an orgy dedicated in his name, just tits and cunts and legs and asses- Neville and his wife came to visit, one day, and Harry managed to get Hannah alone in his bedroom. She was nervous, less ready that most to submit to him, but all it took were a few suggestions, dirty enough to make her blush, a few quick touches of her thighs, her breasts, her behind, and soon enough- Afterwards, Hannah cried. “I shouldn’t have done that. That was wrong, that was so wrong!” “No. If it makes you happy, why not do it? No one has to know.” “But I- I love Neville!” ... “So?” None of them seemed to understand. Why be selfish with your love? You could care for your spouse, dedicate your life to them, and at the same time care for others as well. You could share. Eventually, he managed to calm her down, and when it was time for the guests to leave, Harry gave Hannah a little smack on the backside as she walked out, holding back laughter at the tiny squeak she let out. “Feel free to visit whenever,” he called out, and the best part was, he knew that she would. Once was never enough. They always came back to him. For more. One night, Harry was angry, and so he took his frustrations out on all he thought deserved it. Rita Skeeter, Pansy Parkinson. Millicent Bullstrode. Astoria Greengrass. He punished them for their cruelty (Astoria for her husband’s), laying the girls over his knees, one by one, striking their full asses until they were bright red, one by one- When he was twenty-five years old, Harry was invited back to Hogwarts, to be a guest speaker in a DADA class. That was fun, but the real enjoyment came afterwards. Minerva. He’d always found something about her attractive, even when he was only a child, even in her advanced age. The sense of authority she held with her at all times. When she said something to you, you listened. You obeyed. “Get down on your knees,” he said to her, and she listened. She obeyed. She worshipped at his feet like he was an altar. Like he was a God. And she was the sacrifice. Then, there was Pomfrey, Sprout, Pince, Trelawney, Hooch. None were among the best he’d ever had. But it wasn’t about their looks, or their talent. It was about their submission. And all submitted, in time. When he got back home, Ginny was waiting for him. His wife. Pregnant with his child. Harry loved her. Just as much as he ever did. So he showed her. Lying underneath him, cheeks crimson, eyes closed, mouth in the shape of an O, Ginny was truly a sight to be seen. So beautiful, as she gasped, and moaned, and finally screamed. Her breasts, full and heavy with the milk they now held, fit perfectly in his hands, her hard, puffy nipple between his lips, her warm milk filling his mouth- When Harry finally came, deep inside of his wife, he pulled out with a groan and lay down at Ginny’s side, holding her close. “Ginny,” he began, not fully knowing why, “I have something to tell you-“ “I already know,” she whispered, and his heart skipped a beat. “But it’s okay,” the pregnant woman continued. “You... you deserve it. I know you love me. What’s wrong with you loving others too?” For a long while, Harry was silent. Then, finally: “Thank you. I love you, Ginny.” “I love you too, Harry. So much.” And that was all he ever needed to hear. Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!