HP (Harry Potter) Requests

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"You know what, Harry?" Hermione said, her voice a low purr as she looked into his eyes, "I think we should try something new tonight."

Harry swallowed hard, his heart racing. He'd known for a while now that their relationship was evolving, but he never expected it to take this turn. They'd been together for nearly three years, and while they'd explored many facets of their love, this was uncharted territory for the both of them.

He nodded, his voice barely a murmur, "Okay, what do you have in mind?"

Her eyes gleamed with excitement, "I want to see if you're up for a little role reversal." She took his hand and led him into the dimly lit room, the scent of vanilla candles filling the air. The bed was covered in velvet sheets, a stark contrast to their usual plain cotton.

Hermione began to lay out a series of items on the bedside table: velvet ties, a soft blindfold, and a gentle vibrator. Harry's eyes widened, and he took a step back, unsure of what to make of it all.

"Don't worry," she assured him, her smile reassuring. "You're going to love this. Trust me."

The room grew quiet except for the distant hum of the Muggle street outside their flat. Harry felt a shiver run down his spine as Hermione stepped closer to him, her hand tracing his jawline. "You're mine tonight," she whispered, her breath warm against his ear.

With trembling hands, Harry allowed her to tie his wrists to the bedposts. The cool metal of the ties sent a thrill through his body as he felt his control slip away, leaving him completely at her mercy.

"Now, I want you to close your eyes," she instructed, her voice firm yet gentle. Harry did as he was told, and the world went dark as she placed the blindfold over his eyes.

He could feel the mattress sink as she climbed onto the bed, straddling him. Her weight was comforting, her presence intoxicating. Harry's breath grew shallow as he awaited her next move, his body taut with anticipation.

Her lips found his, soft and insistent, and Harry melted into the kiss. He felt her hand caress his bare chest, her nails lightly scratching his skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. His body responded to her touch, his breathing growing more ragged.

"You're so beautiful, Harry," Hermione whispered, her voice thick with desire. "So strong, yet so vulnerable." Her words were like a spell, wrapping around him and casting away any lingering doubt.

As her kisses traveled down his neck, Harry's mind raced with what she might do next. His heart hammered against his ribcage as her hand slid lower, her fingers brushing against his waistband.

"Are you okay?" she asked, her voice a gentle caress against his ear. "We can stop if you want to."

"No," Harry managed to croak out. "I trust you."

Her hand continued to explore, finally reaching the button of his jeans. With a flick of her wrist, she had them open, her palm pressing against his erection. Harry moaned softly, his body arching off the bed.

The fabric of his boxers was the last barrier between them, and with a single tug, it was gone. He felt her hand wrap around him, her grip firm and sure.

"You're mine," she murmured, her voice a dark promise. "All of you."

Her other hand traveled up his body, reaching his face. She traced his cheekbone, her thumb brushing against his bottom lip. "And I'm going to show you just how much I want you."

The room grew warmer as she began to stroke him, her touch light and teasing. Harry's hips rolled with each movement of her hand, his body begging for more.

"Tell me," she whispered, her breath hot against his skin, "do you like this?"

"Yes," Harry groaned, his voice hoarse with need.

Hermione chuckled, the sound low and seductive. "Good. Now, let's see how much more you can take."

And with that, she began to kiss her way down Harry's body, her mouth leaving a trail of heat that made his skin tingle. Harry's hips bucked upward, his body desperate for her touch. When she reached his erection, she took him into her mouth, and Harry's world exploded with pleasure.

Her tongue swirled around him, and her teeth grazed his sensitive skin, sending shivers down his spine. He'd never felt anything so exquisite, so all-consuming. He moaned her name, his hands straining against the velvet ties, desperate to pull her closer, to feel her hair between his fingers.

But she had other plans. With a wicked smile, she slid off the bed, leaving him trembling and exposed. Harry could hear the rustle of fabric as she removed her own clothes, and his imagination filled in the gaps. He pictured her naked body, her curves and freckles that he knew so well, and his desire grew even stronger.

When she climbed back onto the bed, it was with a new urgency. She straddled him once again, this time her own nakedness pressing against him. He could feel the wetness between her legs, and it only made him harder.

"Ready?" she asked, her voice a challenge.

"More than ready," Harry replied, his voice a growl.

Without another word, she positioned herself above him and sank down, taking him inch by inch until he was fully sheathed within her. Harry threw his head back, the sensation almost too much to bear. It was as if every part of him was alive, every nerve ending singing with pleasure.

Hermione began to move, her hips rocking in a rhythm that was both ancient and new to him. Harry's world narrowed to the feeling of her tightness around him, the sound of their bodies coming together, and the scent of their mingled arousal.

He could feel himself losing control, his orgasm building with every stroke. But she wasn't done with him yet. She reached down and took his hand, placing it on her clit. "Show me how much you want me," she ordered, her voice strained with pleasure.

Her words were all the encouragement he needed. Harry's thumb began to circle the sensitive nub, matching the rhythm of her hips. Hermione's breathing grew ragged, and he could feel her getting closer.

"Oh, Harry," she moaned, her voice breaking. "I'm going to come."

And then she did, her body convulsing around him as she reached her peak. Harry followed shortly after, his release so intense it was almost painful. They lay there, panting and trembling, their bodies still joined.

It was in that moment, as the aftershocks of pleasure subsided, that Harry felt something shift within him. He had never felt so close to Hermione, so connected to another person. And in the darkness of their room, with the candles flickering and their hearts beating as one, he knew that their love had taken on a new form.

Days turned into weeks, and their newfound dynamic grew stronger. Harry found himself craving the feeling of submission, the way Hermione's dominance brought him to heights of pleasure he'd never known before. And as they grew more intimate, their bond grew tighter, weaving itself into every aspect of their lives.

But as the months passed, a new element was introduced to their relationship. A surprise that neither of them had anticipated, one that would change their lives forever.

One morning, as Harry lay in bed, feeling unusually tired and queasy, Hermione looked at him with a knowing smile. "You know what today is, don't you?" she asked.

Confused, Harry shook his head.

"It's been almost three months since we... you know."

And with a sinking feeling, Harry realized what she was saying. He'd never been much for numbers, but even he could do the math.

"Hermione," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "Could I be...?"

Her nod was all the answer he needed. The world around him spun as he processed the information. Harry was going to be a father. A father to a child conceived in love and passion, in the most intimate act of dominance and submission.

The gravity of the situation settled over them, but instead of fear, Harry felt excitement. He knew that this was just the beginning of a new chapter in their lives, one filled with love and challenges they would face together.

"Hermione, are you okay with this?" Harry's voice was filled with concern, the reality of their situation sinking in.

Her smile was warm, "More than okay, Harry. I think it's perfect. We're ready for this."

And so, they embarked on a journey of doctor's visits and baby books, their lives forever intertwined in a dance of love and parenthood. Hermione's dominance in the bedroom never wavered, but it was tempered by a gentle maternal instinct that grew stronger with each passing day. Harry found himself eager to learn from her, to support her in every way he could as she carried their child.

Their relationship evolved yet again, the power dynamics shifting in subtle ways to accommodate their new roles. Hermione's hand, once firm in guiding him to ecstasy, now soothed his nerves as they faced the uncertainties of parenthood. Harry, once the submissive partner, grew more protective and attentive, eager to make sure she had everything she needed.

As the months passed, Hermione's belly grew round and firm, a physical manifestation of their love. Harry watched her with awe, feeling his own powerlessness in the face of the life growing inside her. Yet, in her eyes, he saw the same fiery passion that had always drawn him to her.

The day came, and with it, the pains of labor. Harry held her hand through the long hours, whispering sweet nothings into her ear, using the same gentle tone she had once used to coax him to new heights of pleasure. When their child was finally born, a beautiful baby girl with a shock of Hermione's hair and a smattering of Harry's freckles, they both knew that their love had created something truly magical.

In the hospital room, with their newborn daughter sleeping in the bassinet beside them, Hermione looked at Harry with a soft smile. "Thank you for trusting me, for letting me lead us into this new world."

"Thank you for guiding me," Harry replied, his eyes never leaving their daughter's peaceful face. "We're going to be amazing parents together."

Their love had transcended the boundaries of their past, growing into something deeper, something that would shape not only their relationship but the lives of their family. And as they held each other, basking in the glow of their new roles, they knew that their story was just beginning.