The Virgin
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Adult +
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6
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The Virgin
\"The Virgin\"
by Pluto (otis_the_otter@yahoo.com)
Summary: Madam Maxime breaks it off with Hagrid. Tonks desperately wants to make him feel better.
Disclaimer: Obviously I don\'t own Harry Potter.
Note: Written at the request of mariteri.
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If there was any sort of person she cared for, it was a kind sort of person—a selfless sort of person. Hagrid was one of those.
So it was a sad day for Tonk fin find him slumped over the kitchen table at 12 Grimmauld Place, bawling his eyes out with no one there to comfort him. And by the smell of the room, she thought he had already gotten into whisky, too.
\"Hagrid!\" she said, in what she hoped was a bright manner. \"Wotcher, mate. Why the long face?\"
He didn\'t look startled to see her. His eyes were wet and his beard was, too—and soggy with tears and liquor. He blinked for a moment, as though trying to recognize her.
\"Nympha...Nympha...\"
He began to weep again, apparently disappointed in his pronunciation.
\"All right, all right, you don\'t have to kill yourself,\" she consoled. \"It\'s just a name. Tell me what\'s going on, then.\"
\"Olympe...she\'s...\" Hagrid broke off, sobbing again.
He fumbled for a handkerchief in his pocket. Tonks would have offered him hers if she hadn\'t been so caught up in worry. Was Hagrid\'s lady friend...dead? She couldn\'t think of any other reason for him to be so distraught—then again, Hagrid was a very sensitive soul. But just the same, she should ask.
\"Oh, Hagrid,\" she said gently, laying a hand on his massive shoulder. \"Is she...did she pass away somehow?\"
\"W-what?\" he stammered. Now he was the one comforting her. He laid a large, warm hand on her much smaller one. \"No, no. She jus\'...she decided we should go our separate ways...see other people.\"
\"Oh,\" she said with relief.
She was also surprised. Tonks didn\'t know he and Madame Maxime were more than friends—just thought they were really close, the way they always sat next to each other at Order meetings—a half-giant camaraderie sort of thing. She felt a sudden urge to leave him be, to let him have his cry to himself; that always made her feel better when she had a breakup.
\"Never was a woman like Olympe,\" Hagrid was saying dreamily. \"So soft...so nice ter sit with, or ter lay with.\"
Uncharacteristically, Tonks found herself blushing. This was Hagrid! A nice friend. She shouldn\'t be listening to this.
\"Well, uh,\" she said, trying to lighten the mood. \"Bet a night with a woman that size leaves a bloke aching in the morning, eh?\"
Stupid! she told herself. Why did you say that?
\"Oh!\" Hagrid said. Now he was blushing himself. \"Never...we never. I never had no woman ever...do that...not with me.\"
Now his dreamy mood had dropped back into sadness. Tonks mentally kicked herself. Did she have to be clumsy at everything?
Tonks\' hand was still on his shoulder. It started to shake again with silent crying. She couldn\'t stand it. She had to do something, had to help this poor man. Poor virgin! What a terrible thing for a man to have to admit—at his age especially. From her experience, sex was wp thp there on a man\'s list of life goals (right around food and Quidditch). But what could she do to help Hagrid...?
Oh.
Well, then.
She let her hand drop from his shoulder to his lap.
He didn\'t seem to notice.
\"Hagrid,\" she said in a low voice.
He peered up at her with teary eyes.
\"Hagrid, hold still,\" she said, and moved her hand slowly from his leg to the top of his trousers.
\"W-what—? What\'re yeh...?\"
\"Don\'t worry about a thing.\"
\"But, Nymph—\"
She was already ripping open his trousers. She could feel his size through the material, though he wasn\'t aroused yet, and it made her hands quiver. Wow, she thought, if only every man could have one of these.
The trousers were open. The hair on the bottom of his belly poked out. She dragged the trousers lower, the best she could with him sitting down, and then it was the hair of his crotch she was looking at, and—wow, wow, wow. The longest, thickest cock she had ever laid eyes on. A wave of arousal washed over her.
She looked up. Hagrid was frozen, looking quite like he was going to burst from embarrassment.
\"You said you\'ve never done it?\" Tonks asked.
\"Well...well...\" he said, blushing hard. Oh, if he was that red now...
\"I\'m told I know just what to do to cheer a man up. That is, if you\'ll let me.\"
When he didn\'t respond, Tonks took it as a shy yes.
Hurriedly, she took off her robes. At the sight of that painfully large cock, Tonks felt the great urge to make use of it. Her fingers shook with excitement as she pulled her purple robe up and off her. She shook her head, letting her matching purple hair brush across her shoulders. What a good feeling!
Hagrid\'s eyes were on her the whole time, looking both hungry and horrified.
\"N-nymph—\"
\"Quiet,\" she said, putting a finger to his lips. A very scratchy face, she thought.
Hagrid looked to want to speak again, but she wasn\'t fooled. She knew he wanted it, what with those looks he was giving her now, and that rising, hardening cock of his.
Tonks climbed onto the chair he was in, straddling his expansive waist. Hagrid\'s hand twitched, as thought he was about to bring it up to touch her, but decided not to. She took pity on him.
She took his hand in hers. She placed it right onto her large, full breast. Oh, what a feeling! Of course, her breasts were naturally smaller, but being a Metamorphmagus, she liked to take advantage.
\"Doesn\'t that feel good?\" she asked softly, as he moved his thumb over her nipple.
Hagrid was too mesmerized to respond.
Tonks grinned. Then she lifted herself up, pressing closely to the throbbing cock waiting for her. She took Hagrid\'s chin and moved his head so that he was looking her in the eye, not in the breast.
\"We\'re going to have sex now,\" Tonks said sternly.
Hagrid nodded.
\"And when you scream my name,\" she continued, \"don\'t call me Nymphadora.\"
*fin*
AUTHOR\'S NOTE: If you want to make a fanfic request, just review this story with the information. I don\'t care whether it\'s het or slash; preferably het, because girls are hot, but whatever. One catch: it must be a one-shot smut story (R or NC-17). You request it, I write it! Tell me the pairing and the situation—and don\'t be afraid to be specific. Maybe I won\'t write it all the details—but then, maybe I will.
by Pluto (otis_the_otter@yahoo.com)
Summary: Madam Maxime breaks it off with Hagrid. Tonks desperately wants to make him feel better.
Disclaimer: Obviously I don\'t own Harry Potter.
Note: Written at the request of mariteri.
-----
If there was any sort of person she cared for, it was a kind sort of person—a selfless sort of person. Hagrid was one of those.
So it was a sad day for Tonk fin find him slumped over the kitchen table at 12 Grimmauld Place, bawling his eyes out with no one there to comfort him. And by the smell of the room, she thought he had already gotten into whisky, too.
\"Hagrid!\" she said, in what she hoped was a bright manner. \"Wotcher, mate. Why the long face?\"
He didn\'t look startled to see her. His eyes were wet and his beard was, too—and soggy with tears and liquor. He blinked for a moment, as though trying to recognize her.
\"Nympha...Nympha...\"
He began to weep again, apparently disappointed in his pronunciation.
\"All right, all right, you don\'t have to kill yourself,\" she consoled. \"It\'s just a name. Tell me what\'s going on, then.\"
\"Olympe...she\'s...\" Hagrid broke off, sobbing again.
He fumbled for a handkerchief in his pocket. Tonks would have offered him hers if she hadn\'t been so caught up in worry. Was Hagrid\'s lady friend...dead? She couldn\'t think of any other reason for him to be so distraught—then again, Hagrid was a very sensitive soul. But just the same, she should ask.
\"Oh, Hagrid,\" she said gently, laying a hand on his massive shoulder. \"Is she...did she pass away somehow?\"
\"W-what?\" he stammered. Now he was the one comforting her. He laid a large, warm hand on her much smaller one. \"No, no. She jus\'...she decided we should go our separate ways...see other people.\"
\"Oh,\" she said with relief.
She was also surprised. Tonks didn\'t know he and Madame Maxime were more than friends—just thought they were really close, the way they always sat next to each other at Order meetings—a half-giant camaraderie sort of thing. She felt a sudden urge to leave him be, to let him have his cry to himself; that always made her feel better when she had a breakup.
\"Never was a woman like Olympe,\" Hagrid was saying dreamily. \"So soft...so nice ter sit with, or ter lay with.\"
Uncharacteristically, Tonks found herself blushing. This was Hagrid! A nice friend. She shouldn\'t be listening to this.
\"Well, uh,\" she said, trying to lighten the mood. \"Bet a night with a woman that size leaves a bloke aching in the morning, eh?\"
Stupid! she told herself. Why did you say that?
\"Oh!\" Hagrid said. Now he was blushing himself. \"Never...we never. I never had no woman ever...do that...not with me.\"
Now his dreamy mood had dropped back into sadness. Tonks mentally kicked herself. Did she have to be clumsy at everything?
Tonks\' hand was still on his shoulder. It started to shake again with silent crying. She couldn\'t stand it. She had to do something, had to help this poor man. Poor virgin! What a terrible thing for a man to have to admit—at his age especially. From her experience, sex was wp thp there on a man\'s list of life goals (right around food and Quidditch). But what could she do to help Hagrid...?
Oh.
Well, then.
She let her hand drop from his shoulder to his lap.
He didn\'t seem to notice.
\"Hagrid,\" she said in a low voice.
He peered up at her with teary eyes.
\"Hagrid, hold still,\" she said, and moved her hand slowly from his leg to the top of his trousers.
\"W-what—? What\'re yeh...?\"
\"Don\'t worry about a thing.\"
\"But, Nymph—\"
She was already ripping open his trousers. She could feel his size through the material, though he wasn\'t aroused yet, and it made her hands quiver. Wow, she thought, if only every man could have one of these.
The trousers were open. The hair on the bottom of his belly poked out. She dragged the trousers lower, the best she could with him sitting down, and then it was the hair of his crotch she was looking at, and—wow, wow, wow. The longest, thickest cock she had ever laid eyes on. A wave of arousal washed over her.
She looked up. Hagrid was frozen, looking quite like he was going to burst from embarrassment.
\"You said you\'ve never done it?\" Tonks asked.
\"Well...well...\" he said, blushing hard. Oh, if he was that red now...
\"I\'m told I know just what to do to cheer a man up. That is, if you\'ll let me.\"
When he didn\'t respond, Tonks took it as a shy yes.
Hurriedly, she took off her robes. At the sight of that painfully large cock, Tonks felt the great urge to make use of it. Her fingers shook with excitement as she pulled her purple robe up and off her. She shook her head, letting her matching purple hair brush across her shoulders. What a good feeling!
Hagrid\'s eyes were on her the whole time, looking both hungry and horrified.
\"N-nymph—\"
\"Quiet,\" she said, putting a finger to his lips. A very scratchy face, she thought.
Hagrid looked to want to speak again, but she wasn\'t fooled. She knew he wanted it, what with those looks he was giving her now, and that rising, hardening cock of his.
Tonks climbed onto the chair he was in, straddling his expansive waist. Hagrid\'s hand twitched, as thought he was about to bring it up to touch her, but decided not to. She took pity on him.
She took his hand in hers. She placed it right onto her large, full breast. Oh, what a feeling! Of course, her breasts were naturally smaller, but being a Metamorphmagus, she liked to take advantage.
\"Doesn\'t that feel good?\" she asked softly, as he moved his thumb over her nipple.
Hagrid was too mesmerized to respond.
Tonks grinned. Then she lifted herself up, pressing closely to the throbbing cock waiting for her. She took Hagrid\'s chin and moved his head so that he was looking her in the eye, not in the breast.
\"We\'re going to have sex now,\" Tonks said sternly.
Hagrid nodded.
\"And when you scream my name,\" she continued, \"don\'t call me Nymphadora.\"
*fin*
AUTHOR\'S NOTE: If you want to make a fanfic request, just review this story with the information. I don\'t care whether it\'s het or slash; preferably het, because girls are hot, but whatever. One catch: it must be a one-shot smut story (R or NC-17). You request it, I write it! Tell me the pairing and the situation—and don\'t be afraid to be specific. Maybe I won\'t write it all the details—but then, maybe I will.