Birthday Roleplay (Harry Potter)

Birthday Roleplay (Harry Potter)

A/N: Birthday Roleplay was a commissioned one-shot originally written in July of 2019. Posting it up now for people to enjoy!

Summary: In which it's Harry's birthday, and his lovely wife Hermione has plans for how to celebrate.

Themes: Roleplay, Rough Sex, Fucked Silly

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As Harry gets home from work, he's already ready for something to happen. After all, it's his birthday, and Hermione always has the best surprises for his birthday. His beautiful brunette wife absolutely loves using magic to create the most interesting scenarios, usually of a sexual nature. But then to be fair, they were VERY intimate with one another already, so it wasn't like Hermione could do what normal women might do and offer Harry anal for his birthday. Anal was no big treat for them.

So that meant Hermione had to go big or go home. Or both, as the case was. Grinning, Harry makes his way up the steps towards the entrance of Potter Manor, curious to see just what exactly Hermione has managed to come up with this year. Of course, he doesn't have to wait long to find out. The moment that the wizard steps through the door of his and his wife's cozy home, everything changes around him... hell, even HE changes.

Blinking dumbly, Harry looks down to find his wizard robes replaced by a white, armored uniform. Meanwhile, the foyer has turned into a sleek black box corridor, with a very futuristic, space-like effect to it. Of course, Harry knows immediately what's going on. He'd been a little late to the party on this one, but Hermione had absolutely ADORED these movies as a child, even before she found out she was a witch. After they'd married, the first thing she'd done was set about inventing a magical media device, basically creating a movie theater in their home that ran off of magic, so that magic itself couldn't destroy it.

... Then she'd had him watch these movies. To be fair, they'd watched a lot more movies besides these, but Harry could admit, these were his favorite so far, and he regularly re-watched them with Hermione, both of them absolutely loving the trilogy. But-

"You there! Trooper! What are you doing just standing around?"

Blinking dumbly, Harry finds himself pulled out of his thoughts as he stares down the corridor to where a man in a gray-slate uniform is staring at him with a frown. Objectively, Harry knows that the man isn't actually there. He's a part of the magic, and not really real. But damn if Hermione doesn't do good work. Coughing delicately, Harry throws a haphazard salute, realizing a 'get a move on!' from his wife when he sees one.

"Just... just going to see the prisoner, sir!"

And with that, he lets his magic and his luck guide him, taking the first door on his left into a prison cell. As it turns out, neither fails him in that moment... or Hermione just planned for him to stumble around a bit, because as Harry steps inside of the Death Star Prison Cell, wearing a full suit of Stormtrooper armor, he finds his wife, Hermione Granger within it... wearing a gorgeous, loose white dress, her brunette hair done up in hair buns to make her look like a certain Princess from a certain peaceful planet.

... She looks like Princess Leia Organa, basically. Although, interestingly enough, unlike Princess Leia, 'Princess Hermione' isn't just laying down on a cold, unforgiving, hard bench, waiting to be tortured again. Instead, she's all tied up, her arms restrained over her head and her legs tied off at the shins and knees and forcibly spread against her will.

Her loose white Princess dress still covers everything up for the moment, but there's no denying she's FAR more helpless right now than another Princess. That doesn't stop her from being downright snippy about it though.

"Who the heck are you? Aren't you a little tall to be a stormtrooper?"

Ah, he could appreciate her making the change to the classic line. Yes, Harry had had a bit of a massive growth spurt after reaching adulthood. Where before he'd been small for his size due to a life of neglect, now he was somewhat big, actually, with broad shoulders and muscular arms... luckily, the armor Hermione had put him in fitted to his body, from the look of things, or he'd have been very uncomfortable from the start.

As it was, he was already getting slightly uncomfortable down in the groin region. Stormtrooper armor was not made for big dicks and sexy tied-up Princesses in mind. Getting an idea, Harry steps further into the room, but leaves the door open behind him, even as he takes off his helmet and gives Hermione a roguish smile. The kind of smile a smuggler might give a Princess. Seriously, he's not going to be LUKE in this scenario.

"Hang tight, Princess. I'm here to help... but there are far too many stormtroopers outside, so we're going to have to get creative here."

He makes sure to speak in a quiet tone, even as Hermione blinks dumbly, momentarily thrown off by Harry seemingly going off script. Louder, Harry calls out so that he can be heard by all of the imaginary stormtroopers outside in the imaginary prison block.

"The boys are right! You look like you would give really good head, with those thick dick-sucking lips of yours and those handholds you've styled your hair into, Princess! Honestly, what would your father think!"

Hermione's jaw drops open in shock, and Harry gives her another grin and wink as he pantomime-whispers for her to 'play along' in case another Stormtrooper walks in. Then, he closes the distance between the two of them, once again raising his voice.

"Man, I wonder if anyone in the Rebellion has had the balls to hoist this spoiled brat's ankles over her ears and give her a few hours or so of a good pounding! Hah! I bet you have all those wimps by the balls, don't you Cocktease-Princess. I bet all those little-dicked bitches spend every night fantasizing about being allowed to nut on your fingers, or something."Fiind updated novels at novelhall.com

That gets Hermione sputtering in indignation, as she finally gets back into character, her face reddening in embarrassment, even as Harry gets closer and closer. His height and altogether large frame make it so that his crotch is almost eye level with her current position, even as she tries to crane her neck to look up at him, spitting out angry words.

"H-How dare you demean the men of the rebellion in such a way! Each and every once of them is thrice the man you'll ever be, you imperial p-pig! And... a-and I bet each and every one of them has a bigger dick then whatever small penis you're hiding in that codpiece too!"

Bitch Mode, as Harry liked to call Hermione's haughty attitude during some of their roleplay sessions, had officially activated. Harry didn't mind it one bit though, in fact, it brought quite the smile to his face as he grinned down at the 'Princess'.

"Is that so? If I show you my dick, you going to go back to the rebellion and have every one of them drop-trou just to check? Here, let me show you what you'll be comparing the 'fine men' of your rebellion to."

Reaching down, Harry grabs at his illusionary armor. Luckily, it responds to his will, putting the clasps and zippers and stuff like that right where he needs them to be. Slowly but surely, Harry pulls out his cock, tossing his codpiece to the side and letting his absolutely massive, already-engorged penis flop free, right in front of her eyes.

Hermione's eyes widen in shock, but most of it is feigned. He can see how conflicted she actually is, though he does his best to ignore it for the sake of the roleplay. But yes, he can tell that the wife in Hermione is drooling, while the Princess character she's currently TRYING to play is attempting not to ogle the finger-thick veins and the orange-sized ball sack that he's presented her with.

Smirking somewhat evilly, Harry goes right ahead and drapes his cock, only half-hard at this point, right over her face. As her nostrils flare and her eyes widen even further, Harry looks down at Hermione from around his massive meat rod and adopts an apologetic expression as he pantomime-whispers again.

"Sorry, Princess... but it has to seem authentic, just in case anyone is listening in. Play along."

Then he switches back to being loud as he scoffs down at Hermione.

"Have you ever even SEEN a real man's cock before, Bitch-Princess? Hell, you haven't even gotten me hard yet, either!"

... It's not Hermione's fault that she's been conditioned to choke herself silly on her husband's big dick. It's not her fault that she loves making use of her spectacular throat-pussy in order to milk those giant balls of his of a nice gallon or five of thick, viscous breeding batter. And it's certainly not the Princess of Alderaan's fault that the vile stormtrooper captain is smothering half her face with his enormous, rancor-shaming cock, filling her nose with a thick manly musk!

It doesn't help that whenever she opens her mouth to tell him off, her tongue licks a bit of his delicious, yummy shaft instead... he's not even hard yet!

"I wonder, what do big-tittied princesses like you do with a big, fat cock, hm?"

A shudder runs through Hermione's frame as she nearly cums on the spot. But she has to remain in character, and that's what she does, doing her best to glare past Harry's cock up at the stormtrooper himself, even as the Princess rationalizes this to herself. She's just... she's just playing along so that the stormtroopers outside won't suspect anything. That's why she's giving his cock more and more little licks.

Of course, 'Princess' Hermione never once stops glaring up at the big stormtrooper thug making her do all of these lewd things, even as her tongue slowly makes its way to his ball sack, where she licks and sucks and slurps at his nuts, polishing them with her spit and tonguing them with her tongue, all while Harry lets out a sigh, standing there in a relaxed posture with the bound and tied-up Princess of Alderaan before him, worshipping his genitals.

Not that he's going to stop keeping up the 'ruse'. Harry growls as Hermione's tongue continues to work over his balls, smirking down at his prey with a wicked sort of grin, his voice raised as he continues to speak, supposedly for the benefit of all those stormtroopers outside.

"Look at this. The rebel's pretty little figurehead turns out to be a massive slut. You're putting even the horniest Twi'lek fuck toy to shame right now, Princess. What would your father think?"

Hermione flushes indignantly, but can't seem to stop licking, even as Harry rubs his cock all over her forehead and face. Still grinning, Harry escalates a bit and reaches down, grabbing one of her tits through her loose white dress. The single eye that Harry can see from beneath his cock goes wide as Hermione lets out an involuntary moan from the sudden groping, said moan reverberating through his balls in a most pleasurable manner.

"You know, me and the boys loved watching recordings of you in the Senate. Not because of the things you'd say really, but because you were always so passionate, and it meant these big fat knockers of yours would swing around all over the place, bouncing in such a satisfying manner. Heh, I remember one time one of my guys said he could hear your ass cheeks clapping together when you stormed out of the Senate in disgrace and failure. He SWORE he heard it... we must have listened to that recording a dozen times trying to hear what he heard!"

Harry pulls back for a moment, and the 'Princess tries to take the chance to defend herself, her pouty lips all the poutier from all her ball sucking as she scowls up at him, oh-so-flustered.

Letting out a shuddering breath, Hermione gets back into character. Though at this point, the Princess of Alderaan is more in line with Hermione's mentality then how she started. As such, Princess Organa reaches out and grabs hold of Harry's cock, jerking it up and down with both hands in order to get his attention.

When the big, muscle-bound man who'd rescued her finally looks down at her with a blink, she immediately launches into her tirade, even as she continues to give him a hearty wank.

"What the hell was all of that?! Do you know who I am?! How dare you treat a Princess like... like a common Twi'lek whore! How dare you use m-my body like your own p-personal fuck toy! How dare you wrap my c-cunt around your big f-fat dick like your own personal cocksleeve!"

Harry just watches her, clearly amused. But then he would be, right now. Hermione lets her face get nice and red, working herself up into quite the state as her cheeks puff out in indignation.

"How many women have you ruined with this cock of yours, huh? How many Twi'leks can no longer be satisfied by any other male because of this monstrous bitch-breaker of a dick? I see now what I have to do. I see now the path before me!"

Hermione glares up at Harry, even as she gives his bulbous cockhead a nice, long lick, up and down the massive apple-sized dick tip, before delivering her next words.

"F-From now on, you'll report directly to me! I'll have to keep a VERY close eye on you, to make sure you're not getting up to any sort of trouble!"

Harry shrugs and smiles, but still doesn't speak. A low growl builds in Hermione's throat, and the 'Princess' looks down at his cock in consternation before glaring up at him again.

"H-How dare you not cum yet! How dare you mock me with these huge balls, broiling and pulsating with fresh breeder's spunk!"

She grabs his nuts and massages them gently but firmly, and Harry grunts in response, even as she can practically FEEL his next load churning in his ball sack. Adopting a very huffy tone, the Princess of Alderaan focuses all of her attention on the massive dick in front of her, and the ginormous task it represents.

"O-Obviously we'll be entering Hutt space soon... a-and that's why I'm going to spend the next few hours sucking your cock and milking it dry. S-So that we can fool the Hutts into thinking I'm your slave. D-Don't you dare fuck this up, alright? You better not treat me gently, or e-else they'll realize who I truly am!"

With her piece said, Hermione opens her mouth as wide as possible and begins to take Harry's jaw-strainer of a shaft past her lips and down the back of her throat. It's as she buries her face in his crotch, suctioning her lips down onto the base of his cock, that Harry finally speaks. Reaching out, he places a hand atop her head, splaying his fingers out, and waits for her to look up into his eyes before giving her a roguish, lopsided grin and saying just two words.

"Good girl."

Princess Hermione Organa of Alderaan definitely doesn't swoon. Her eyelashes fluttering and her face growing redder, and even her pussy growing wetter as she experiences a mini-orgasm... all of that is just the lack of oxygen. Definitely just the lack of oxygen. I-It's not like she'd fall in love with the scruffy nerf herder who rescued her or a-anything like that.

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The next morning, Harry wakes up in bed, in his actual manor house. He smiles softly, reminiscing about the fun of the night before. Playing Star Wars with Hermione had been... incredibly fun, to be sure. And now it was the weekend, and still his birthday, and he had the entirety of the next two days to spend with his lovely wife.

Really, the only problem he had right now was the fact that he HADN'T woken up snuggled up against his luscious, voluptuous, beautiful wife. Harry frowns slightly at that, furrowing his brow as his eyes track around the room. But she's not there. Of course, just as he's pulling back the covers and swinging his legs out onto the floor, Hermione appears in the doorway of the master bedroom, having impeccable timing as always.

She's wearing a rather cute sundress, and as she spins about, it swishes back and forth from the way she wiggles her gorgeous tush at him. Looking back over her shoulder, the absolutely bombshell of a brunette witch grins and chirps out.

"Come and get me if you can, big boy~"

Then she takes off, and Harry, laughing like a mad man, chases after his mischievous minx of a wife, grinning all the way. Hermione leads him on a marry run through the Potter Manor, a massive mansion that his grandparents used to live in, before they died. It had so many rooms to it that it wasn't even funny, but for the time being, Harry and Hermione had it to themselves, meaning they could get up to all sorts of sexy shenanigans, however they wanted, and no one would ever know, because it would be in the privacy of their own home, just the two of them.

Or so Harry thought, because the chase abruptly came to an end, not because he managed to catch his naughty wife, but because she led him into the dining room, and when Harry finally arrived, it was to find that they weren't as alone as he'd originally assumed. Within the dining room, on the massive dining table, is a nice big birthday cake... as well as a multitude of hot, gorgeous witches, all of them sat around said table.

Harry recognized them all of course, most from his Hogwarts days, but also some from afterwards, either from work or just from around the rather small Wizarding World. And there he was, looking like a dumb-dumb standing there in just his tracksuit bottoms and nothing else. As Harry tries to recover from the sudden ambush, and the witches around the table all stare unabashedly and actually rather hungrily at his naked abs, Hermione is not idle.

Sneaking up behind her husband, the brunette minx blindsides Harry as she fishes his cock out of his bottom, making sure every soft, fat inch of his length is seared into their guests' minds, even as the witches at the dining table are forced to choose between staring at Harry's big, heroic muscles or at his humungous, heroic cock.

Piping up again, Hermione giggles as she chirps once more.

"It's time for Harry's present, girls! I've been working on this for months... so, all of you get up and pick a number from the bowl next to the cake! That number corresponds with a room number in the manor. I've enchanted each and every room to play out a fantasy of YOUR choice, which it will pull directly from your head... and Harry here gets to have fun with whatever it is that you each have prepared with him!"

None of the witches move at first, they're all too busy staring. To be fair, Harry is too busy staring as well. Each witch is wearing a sundress just like Hermione, but some of them, such as Lavender Brown and Daphne Greengrass, hadn't bothered wearing ANYTHING under their sundresses, as was evident from the nipples prominently poking out against the material of the dresses.

A heavy silence fills the air for a moment, before Hermione scoffs and speaks up.

"Unless, of course... you're all CHICKEN. After all, it's not like any of you can handle Harry like I can. But I did figure I'd give you all a chance to try, just so you can know what it is you're TRULY up against~"

That gets the women at the dining table moving. Harry slowly begins to relax, as witch after witch grabs a scrap of paper from the bowl, reads the room number on it, and begins making their way out of the dining room towards wherever it is they've been assigned. Eventually, it's just Harry and Hermione left... but not truly, not really. Not now that Harry knows his house is FILLED with a bunch of smoking hot witches just dying to get fucked by him in who knew how many different scenarios.

Dragging his grinning wife closer with one arm, Harry growls down at her, even as she purrs up at him.

"As the hostess, you're going to have to watch and take care of clean up once I'm done, you know. And then, once we've worked our way through each slutty little witch in our house, we're going to come back here and I'm going to fuck you right on top of that birthday cake. Is that understood?"

"Yes dear~"

Then Hermione leans in and gives him a teasing kiss on the lips, but before Harry can deepen the kiss, she manages to slip free of his grasp, twirling out of his arms and prancing towards the nearest exit as she looks back at him with a wicked glint in her eye.

"Shall we begin?"

Harry can't keep the rumble out of his voice as he grins right back at her.

"We shall."

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