💛Bigger Than You Can Handle💛
Pairings: Hagrid x Fem!Reader
Summary: After a shared drink and lingering glances, you surrender to the impossible size and tender strength of Hagrid.
Warnings: size kink (like. extreme), soft!Hagrid supremacy, monster cock (you’ve been warned), stomach bulge, creampie galore, breeding kink, praise kink, possessive softness, overstimulation, smut obviously.
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“Please… gods, Hagrid… I don’t think I can take any more…” You gasp the words into the thick, coarse hair of his chest, your entire body trembling from the aftershocks that still ripple through you. Your cunt is impossibly full, stretched to its absolute limit around the massive, impossibly thick girth of his cock, which remains buried deep inside you, not even fully sheathed.
A low, rumbling sound, more felt than heard, vibrates through his chest and into your own. “Yer doin’ so good, sweet thing. So good for me.”
His voice is a gentle avalanche. The sheer tenderness in it makes you clench around him instinctively, drawing a sharp, hissing groan from him that seems to shake the very foundations of his small hut. One of his hands, bigger than your entire back, strokes slowly from your shoulder down to the curve of your ass, his touch impossibly careful. The other hand is beneath you, his enormous fingers laced tightly with yours, a tender anchor in the overwhelming sea of sensation.
It started with a shared bottle of Firewhisky by the hearth, a thank you for helping him tend a sickly Hippogriff foal. The conversation had strayed, meandering from creatures to more personal comforts, to the way you’d always watch his hands, wondering what such power would feel like on your skin.
“Y’aren’t scared?” he’d rumbled, his dark eyes soft in the firelight.
“Not of you,” you’d whispered. “Never of you.”
That was all the invitation his cautious heart needed.
Now, laid out on the expansive stretch of his bed, you are dwarfed by him. His cock, a monstrous, beautiful thing you’d only glimpsed with wide-eyed, hungry awe, had given you pause. But he’d been so patient, so excruciatingly gentle, working you open with his thick, calloused fingers and a murmured litany of praise until you were begging for it.
“I need it. All of it, Hagrid. I need to feel you fucking ruin me.”
He’d pushed in slowly, an endless, stretching, burning invasion that tipped into pure, mind-numbing pleasure. And now here you are, stuffed so completely you can see the faint, distinct bulge of him distorting the flat plane of your lower belly with every slight shift he makes.
“Look at that,” he murmurs, his voice thick with awe. He releases your hand to splay his palm over your stomach, his thumb gently stroking the swollen curve where his body lives inside yours. “See what yeh do to me? See what I’m doin’ to you? Fuck…”
The obscenity in his gentle voice sends a fresh jolt of heat straight to your core. You writhe under him, the movement making you acutely aware of every throbbing inch of him. “Don’t stop,” you beg, your own voice a broken thing. “I want to feel you come. I want to feel you pump your fucking load so deep inside me I taste it.”
A growl rips from his throat, and any last vestige of his famed gentleness shatters. He shifts, pulling his hips back just an inch before driving forward. The world whites out. This is what you wanted. His thrusts become purposeful, powerful pistons of his hips that jar your entire body, slamming you up the bed with their force. The wet, filthy sound of your cunt taking him, over and over, fills the hut, mingling with your choked screams and his guttural grunts.
“This cunt,” he snarls, his breath hot against your ear. “This perfect, tight, fuckin’ cunt was made for me. Gonna breed it. Gonna fill yeh up ‘til yeh’re drippin’ with me.”
His words are the final key. Your climax detonates without warning, a raw, seismic event that wrings a gush of fluid from you that has nothing to do with his own release. It soaks his thrusting cock, his thick thighs, the furs beneath you. You scream, your back arching violently as you squirt around his pounding length, the sensations so intense they border on pain.
He fucks you through it, his rhythm growing frantic, losing its pace. With a roar that seems to shake the dust from the rafters, he rams himself to the hilt and holds there. You feel the hot, pulsing eruption of his cum directly inside you, a torrent of heat that seems to have no end, painting your deepest, most intimate parts. The bulge in your stomach seems to swell further, a visible proof of his immense, finishing release.
He collapses carefully onto his side and takes you with him, keeping himself buried to the root. You are a trembling, boneless mess, your forehead resting against his chest, drool smearing on the hair there from your slack jaw. His spent cock twitches inside your oversensitive cunt, each throb a reminder of the sheer volume of seed he’s deposited.
His big hand finds yours again, his calloused fingers weaving between yours and squeezing. A silent promise. A final, thick pulse of his cum makes you jerk against him, a weak, overwhelmed sound catching in your throat.
“Hagrid…” you slur, your senses completely overloaded.
“I know, sweet thing,” he rumbles, his voice back to that soft, earth-shaking gentleness. He nuzzles the top of your head. “I know.” He’s still inside you, and he makes no move to pull out. The warmth of him, the feeling of being so utterly claimed and filled, is everything.
“Don’t… move…” you manage to whisper. “Just… stay…”
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