#requested smut

As the echoes of applause faded away, you, the manager of the K-pop girl group Lesserafim, stood outside the venue with the rest of the group. The girls were bubbling with excitement, eager to head back to their dorms and celebrate another successful performance. But something was off. You noticed that Kazuha, the ballerina of the group, was nowhere to be found. You exchanged worried glances with Chaewon, the leader, as she approached you.

"Um, Y/n… We can't find Kazuha. Do you think you could stay behind and get her? The others can take the van so they won't get caught in traffic with fans from other groups arriving," she asked softly.

You hesitated for a moment, wondering if you should leave the girls unsupervised. But Chaewon gave you a reassuring smile, and the other members nodded their support. With a deep breath, you nodded in agreement. "Alright, I'll get her. You guys go ahead and leave without me. I'll catch up."

The girls filed out of the venue, some chattering excitedly about the performance, others already beginning to plan for their celebration. You lingered for a moment, watching them go before turning your attention to the empty dressing room. The room felt eerily silent without the girls energetic presence.

As you walked to the bathroom, you heard a soft whimper coming from within. Pushing open the door, you found Kazuha on the floor, her pretty features contorted in pain. Her hand was clenched around her crotch, and she was stroking herself frantically. "K-Kazuha?" you stammered, shocked by the sight before you.

Her head snapped up, her eyes filling with tears. "Y-Y/n…" she managed to choke out. "I need you… I can't stop…" Her voice was desperate, pleading. You couldn't believe this was happening.

As you stood there, uncertain of what to do, Kazuha's breath came in ragged gasps. Her cock throbbed, harder and harder, and she began to stroke it faster. "P-Please Y/n," she whispered. "I-I can't… hold on…"

You felt a mixture of fear, confusion, and desire coursing through you. You couldn't just leave her like this, but you didn't want to see her hurt herself either. Tentatively, you knelt down beside her, reaching out to touch her soft, pale skin. She flinched at first, but then relaxed slightly into your touch.

"Kazuha… are you sure this is what you want?" you asked, your voice trembling slightly.

She nodded frantically, her breath coming out in ragged gasps. "Yes… please…"

You hesitated for a moment, but then slowly began to remove your clothes. Kazuha watched you with hungry eyes, licking her lips as she undressed as well. As you stood before her naked, she crawled over to you, her soft skin sliding against yours. She put one of your legs on her shoulder and started to eat you out sloppily, sucking on your clit as you held on to the sink for support. Her tongue danced expertly, sending waves of pleasure through you.

Your legs began to shake uncontrollably as you felt your orgasm building. You tried to pull away from her, but she gripped your butt tightly and pushed you back down onto her face. You could feel your release building inside you, and then it crashed over you in a powerful wave. You screamed out in pleasure, your body tensing as you came.

Kazuha looked up at you, a satisfied smile on her face. "Now get on all fours, baby," she purred. You did as she said, feeling a mixture of exhaustion and euphoria wash over you. Kazuha positioned herself behind you, her cock slippery with precum as she rubbed it against your wet entrance.

"Tell me how much you want this," she whispered, her breath hot against your ear. "Tell me how badly you need me inside you." You closed your eyes, feeling the weight of her words.

She began to rock her hips against you, slowly at first, but gaining momentum. Her cock pressed against your entrance, teasing you mercilessly. You arched your back, moaning in pleasure as she found the perfect spot inside you. She thrust deeper, her body sliding against yours in perfect rhythm.

"You feel so good, Kazuha," you gasped. "I can't… I can't take it…"

She smiled down at you, her eyes dark and lustful. "That's it, baby," she whispered. "Let go and enjoy it."

As she continued to thrust into you, your body responded in kind. You wrapped your arms around her waist, your fingers digging into her soft skin as you arched your back to meet each of her thrusts. Her cock felt incredible inside you, filling you up and making you feel so alive. The way she moved, the way she touched you, it was as if she were made for you.

"Kazuha…" you gasped, your voice strained from the intensity of the pleasure coursing through you. "I'm… I'm close…"

She smiled down at you, her eyes dark and full of lust. "Let it happen, baby," she whispered, her breath hot against your skin. "Fuck…Let it all out."

As you felt her words sink in, you gave in to the pleasure washing over you. Kazuha began to move faster, her hips slapping against yours in perfect rhythm. Her cock stretched you further than you thought possible, filling every inch of you as she thrust deeper. The sensation was overwhelming, but in the best way possible.

She reached around, finding your clit with her fingers and began to tease it, circling it expertly. You arched your back, moaning loudly as the pleasure built inside you. Your muscles tensed, ready to explode, and then she pushed you over the edge.

"Ahhhh!" you cried out, your body convulsing as your orgasm crashed over you. Kazuha held you up, her strong arms steady as you writhed in her grip. She smiled down at you, watching your face contort in ecstasy, and then lowered her lips to yours. Their softness contrasted sharply with the roughness of your skin, still flushed from your climax.

As she kissed you, she thrust deeper, her cock inside you, filling you completely. You could feel her release, the hot, salty liquid pressing against your insides as she came, her body trembling against yours. She groaned into your mouth, her hips bucking against yours, before collapsing on top of you, their weight sending a shiver of pleasure through your entire body.

You held her close, your fingers tangled in her hair as you savored the afterglow of your shared intimacy. After a moment, she pulled away, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. She smiled down at you, her eyes still glassy from desire. "Thank you," she whispered. "That was amazing."

You smiled back, running your fingers along her smooth cheek. "I'm glad I could help," you replied, your voice still husky from the passion that had consumed you both. "And you're welcome."

Kazuha giggled, her breath tickling your ear. "You're so sweet," she whispered, kissing you gently before moving to nibble at your neck. "Now, let's get cleaned up."

Together, you and Kazuha washed up in the sink, taking care to clean the mess from your clothes as well. The cool water felt good against your skin, helping to calm your racing heart and steady your breath. As you finished drying off, Kazuha slipped her arms around your waist, pulling you close. "Thanks again," she murmured into your shoulder. "I'm really glad we could do that."

You wrapped your arms around her as well, feeling a contented warmth spread through your body. "It's no problem," you replied, kissing her gently on the cheek. "I'm just happy I could help." You glanced at the clock, realizing that you didn't have much time left before you needed to get back to your dorm. "We should probably get going, huh?"

Kazuha nodded, reluctantly pulling away from you. "Yeah," she sighed, her voice tinged with regret. "We should." She started to dress quickly, slipping her underwear back on and then pulling on her skirt. You fixed your own clothes as well, trying not to think about how much you'd miss the feel of her skin against yours.

As you made your way back to the dorm, your heart still raced from the intensity of your shared encounter. The warmth between your legs lingered, a constant reminder of Kazuha's presence and the passion you'd just shared. You couldn't help but glance at her occasionally, marveling at the way her hair flowed over her shoulders and the way her hips swayed with each step.

K

FUCK OH MY GOD… I feel like he’d be similar to Nicholas but would talk less. He’d sit back, maybe put his hands behind his head and smirk while he watches you get off on his thigh and bounces it every once in a while, or hold your waist and guide you to just so he could tease you. slowing the pace, making your grind harder, lifting you before you get a release, you name it. “You’re that desperate for my thigh?” He’d scoff once you let out a cry when he forces you to lift your hips. I feel like K would get impatient to the point where he doesn’t even let you get a release on his thigh. “I love that my thigh could make you feel that good baby but I need to fuck you.”

Fuma

I love this man. He’d for sure still be nice and the way he is normally, but he’ll probably force you to keep going. I don't think Fuma would talk during it, he’d be surprised in all honesty, “Wow didn’t know my thigh could make you feel this good.” but you wouldn’t mind since you’re too busy moaning and panting like a whore. I feel like Fuma would cum in his pants from just watching you, which would make you hornier. “Fuck baby see what you do to me?” When you cum you’d probably stop and get off right? Not with him, Fuma would persuade you to keep going. “C’mon baby you look so hot, just one more please babe?”

Nicholas

bro don’t get me started on him… AHHH, he’d tease you about it, and definitely in a degrading way. he’d tense up his thigh just to make you moan louder each time. “My thigh makes you feel that good? tsk, I don’t think you’ll be able to handle my cock.” or “look at you using my thigh like the slut you are” TYPE SHIT. Slapping your ass would be his favorite thing while you’re doing it, the way you jump in surprise and lift your body and slam back down makes him amused. He’d probably shove his head under your shirt and suck/mouth at your chest while he helps/forces you to ride harder and/or faster. I feel like he would force you to have multiple orgasms by using his thigh. “No just use my thigh, you don’t need me, go ahead since it makes you feel that good.” if you ever go to him about thigh riding, be prepared to be there until you’re crying.

EJ

It was a great idea, breathtaking in fact. Breeding mares with tiercels. A healthy horse can give birth in roughly 11 months, whereas a griffin can take up to two years to produce offspring. Besides, the brood looked almost like the real thing as long as you chose the gryphon to be the sire, otherwise, they’d turned out... Wrong. The trick to breed the two lay in the magic, or whatever little there still was left of it in the world. The gryphons were inherently magical beasts and breeding them with horses carrying the now-extinct blood of pegasus in their veins was a necessity to carry the pregnancy to a full term.

My new stable had just been finished and I took in the fresh scent of the just sawed wood. Everything was ready for tomorrow and soon I’d have the monopoly on the griffin breeding. The horses and griffins were placed on opposite sides of the building since the mares seemed to be afraid of the tiercels. The breeding pen was in the middle of the stable and I stood in the middle of it, admiring the new breeding stands. The mares were usually too small to be mounted normally, so we had to make some adjustments to the normal gear. These breeding mounts were meant to lift the mares with the help of a mount so the tiercels had a better angle for entering. Tomorrow they’d be used for the first time and I was excited. The tiercels seemed to smell the mares in heat and were making a ruckus in their respective pens, wanting to get on it already. Their eagerness made me chuckle.

“M’ lord, should we give them something to calm them down?” I heard a rough voice behind me ask. I spun around to meet the worried gaze of the gnoll who stood behind me. He looked like he had missed a bath or two, but he was recommended to me so I had decided to hire him, and once I saw him practice his strange rituals at night, summoning some of the old magic back into the world, I knew I had the right man.

“No, let them be, better to have them aroused than drugged off when we begin,” I answered. The gnoll didn’t seem to like my answer, but he kept his mouth shut, he knew I basically owned him. No one else would have even thought about giving him a second chance after what he had done.

“As you wish, m’ lord, but I’ve warned you, if those tiercels get too excited, they're likely to break things,” the gnoll said and I nodded, not really caring what he had said. I had paid for the best workers and for the best wood, the pens could take on even a furious dragon, the gryphons could trash and scrape from their hearts' desire and those locks would keep them in.

“Just make sure everything is ready for tomorrow,” I told the gnoll and began to walk towards the gryphon pens. I wanted to quickly check them out before leaving. As I got closer to the pens I almost had to cover my ears as the noise they made was almost deafening, which only made my grin wider. These tiercels were young, which made their seed potent. I had acquired eight of them, each one a different color. I had sixteen mares for them and another eight coming in a week. I had considered using a semen harvester, but the gryphon handler was against it. According to him, it was too dangerous to get too close to them during a rut, and as I saw the animals before me I realized he had been right. The gryphons were scratching the walls and tried to bite through the thick metal bars as they sensed the mares. Only one of them stood still, a large albino one, its red eyes were locked on me and it almost looked like it was measuring me. Some of its feathers were decorated with red tips, but otherwise, it shined brightly white from paws to head. As I glanced down I saw it proudly presenting its enlarged member, fully out of its sheath. The dark red flared tip dripped from the fluids, some trickling down the rod all the way to its balls. The visage in front of me made me gulp loudly.

Oh, those poor horses, I thought to myself, and for some reason, I couldn’t take my eyes off it.

The curved member was far thicker than my palm and almost as long as I was tall. I wondered how mares could take such things in, concluding that there had to be magic involved. My eyes trailed the throbbing member. The large veins pumped blood into it and the mere weight of it had to be more than what I was carrying and I wasn’t by no means a small man. I stepped closer, my eyes still fixed on the thing when suddenly the albino griffin stomped its forelegs, raised on its back legs, and screeched loudly. Before I could step away from the pen, I saw its swollen sack throb and release long strings of gooey pre-cum all over me, soaking me completely. Most of it splashed my face and forced me to gag as the thick pearly fluid covered it, only to slowly drip on my clothes. Some of it found its way into my mouth and filled it with a creamy taste. As soon as I realized what I had in my mouth I spit it out.

I shouted angrily at the beast and walked away embarrassed, I could feel my cheeks get hotter as I left the stables.

The sun was already setting as I reached my manor, which wasn’t too far from the stables, the noises those beasts made could still be heard as my servants opened the front gate and let me in. They had prepared supper, but even though the smoked duck breasts smelled delicious, I was unable to eat more than a few bites. I lazily trailed the silver plate with my fork, making small scratches onto the top which mended almost immediately back to a beautifully embossed shiny flat surface like it had never been used before. The golden brown sauce collected around the carefully crafted ornamental marks as the plate made by my long-dead relatives with magic in their blood returned to its original shape.

Once such plates were as common as the plain ones used by peasants today, when there was still enough magic to make the world drown with it, yet now such objects laid in use by men like me or worse, left to collect dust in locked cabinets and treasure chests still holding on to their enchantments. The rich apple-brandy caramel sauce melted in my mouth as I stared at the fading candle before me, thinking about tomorrow, not even noticing the magic happening right before me.

And that albino griffin.

I shook my head and washed my mouth with oaky bourbon, hoping it would let me relax a bit, but I kept seeing that large member in my mind. I could hear servants whispering, but I was too focused to even care what they were whispering about. For the rest of the night, I was absent-minded, almost frozen in the moment I had experienced today. The maid washing me tried to make small talk, but I was unable to answer anything she asked. As I got to bed I told her not to close the curtains so I could watch the stars, since it usually calmed me down. The noises from the outside did not reach my bed-chamber, but I knew the gryphons were still active and giving a hard time to the stable boys.

I had to unwind.

My hand reached my groin and I began to rub the tip of my cock as I thought about the large bosom of the young maid. I imagined her plump lips around my rod, taking it deep into her throat. I could have ordered her to stay and please me, but I had been too distracted and I regretted it now. Having someone else stroking my cock would be preferable to having to do it myself. My breathing got faster as my arousal grew when suddenly I remembered the beast and the huge member underneath it just as the image popped into my head my balls constricted and I came on my hand, shooting my seed on my knuckles and bedding.

I rolled onto my side and wiped my hand on my sheets. I waited until my breathing got calmer and thought about what had just happened. I’d never reached a climax as fast before and the image of the hard gryphon member was still burned into my mind. My mind was clear now and I felt ashamed, finding comfort only from the fact that no one knew what I had thought about. The image in my head didn’t leave me until I began to feel tired and my eyes closed, carrying me into dreamland.

There it was again.

The albino griffin stood behind me, watching me like before, I was being strapped into one of the breeding stands by my servants as the gryphon handler watched. In my mind, I was panicking, but the words that came from my mouth in the dream were quite different.

“Make sure the straps are tight, I don’t want to fly off from this thing when that thing mounts me,” I commanded the servants and they nodded back. One of them was taking off my pants and I could feel his oily hands on my rear. Massaging me gently open. The sensation made me moan as his hand reached deeper and deeper, his gloved arm pushed past my rim and almost dipping in his elbow.

The servants moved away from me as the white beast stepped closer, stomping its claws and paws against the ground. I desperately wanted it to breed me, but the beast took its time, sniffing my back and observing me. My straps kept me neatly in place, but I still had some room to move my lower body, so I wiggled my rear to sign it I was a willing partner and the gryphon propped itself up, the large member popped from the pouch and fell onto my back. The beast’s claws grabbed tightly to the beam holding my head up, locking me between the two.

I could feel the large veins rushing blood into it, making it harder. I raised my behind and managed to get the member between my cheeks, to hasten the progress I began to move back and forth as much as my binds allowed me to. The feeling of the large slick member between my cheeks aroused me and I could feel my cock getting harder. The beast bucket forward with force and spooked me. Its tip reached the back of my head as the huge balls slapped against my rear. The monster could easily impale me with the member and I could feel doubt creeping into my mind. The albino gryphon pulled away and jerked back against my spine. I bit my lower lip, thinking if I should make it stop as the monster pulled away a second time, before I had any time to react, it thrusted back, hitting my oiled hole with its flared tip only for it to slip under. The short time it had put pressure on my entrance had been painful and I realized I was nowhere near ready for it to enter.

The oiled spear impaled the small space between me and the stand, reaching all the way to my chest. The beast didn’t immediately pull out, almost as if mocking me as my hardened cock was pressed against its member. The sensation of the blood rushing through the gryphon’s veiny rod made me only harden more.

In frenzy, I yelled at my servants and the gryphon handler to get the beast away from me and release me, only to hear the mocking voice of the handler,

“I warned you, m’ lord, I warned you,” the gnoll said as the creature withdrew once again, this time ramming against me mere seconds later. Its tip pressed painfully against my hole and I screamed as it battered its way in, as soon as the tip was in the rest of the member followed, spearing me open, forcing my legs wide apart. I could feel the cock fill me, making my stomach bulge from its size. My screams turned to whimpers as the gryphon pushed even more in, inch by inch it drove more of its length into my guts, not giving me any moment to adjust to its size. As I glanced back I saw to my horror I hadn’t even reached the middle point of its cock and I could feel its tip already pressing against my navel.

In the waking world, my sleeping body was thrashing in my bed, sweating and moaning profusely. In the dream I bit into the leathery cover of the stand and grabbed it tightly, hoping I would be able to survive. The gryphon was not bothered by such thoughts and kept forcing more of it in, the deeper it managed to reach, the harder it became to breathe. Its pace was getting slower as I finally felt the heavy balls against my own, I could feel its pulsing tip pressing against my lungs and I had no idea how it could have reached so far. The creature stood still for a moment before it began to pull out a lot faster than it had pushed in, I could feel the tip pressing against my hole from the inside when it rammed back deep into me, shifting my guts as it did so. I quivered and my whimpers turned into loud moans as the gryphon began to pommel into me like the feral best it was. Mercilessly moving inside of me making my whole body tremble from its force, stretched beyond belief.

The gryphons' heavy balls slapped against my cheeks as it pumped in, again and again, satiating its needs with my sore hole. The stand underneath me rocked back and forward, thumping against the floor as the beast pounded away, My eyes rolled back and I arched my back as the constant abuse and the movement made me pour my seed against the leather. The creature kept hammering into me when I suddenly jolted awake.

It was already a morning and the sun shone gently into the bedroom. I had managed to wrap my bedsheets around my body and I could see my softening cock pumping a few last drops of my seed onto them.

Damn it, I thought in my stupor, my last night and the dream had me worried, but I

rationalized it as just me being excited about the new gold maker I had and that my enthusiasm for it was now being shaped into reality by odd fantasies. In a couple of hours, such nonsense would leave me and everything would return to normalcy.

I got up and got ready for my daily bath. I let the freshwater seep deep into my fair skin and washed away the sweat and cum. Today would be the new cornerstone of my ever-growing wealth as long as everything went according to my plans. My breakfast was already waiting for me as I walked downstairs and enjoyed the freshly baked bread, cheese, cold cuts, and the well-aged ale. Unlike yesterday, I had regained my appetite and hogged the breakfast down quickly. I hardly even remembered the dream I had as I finished and left the manor.

The air was clear and crispy as I walked outside, the small path made from pebbles rustled with each step I took towards the stable. The wind carried the noisy racket coming from the building, feeding my thrill even more. A few elven stable boys and the gnoll gryphon handler were waiting for me when I finally arrived.

“Alright, boys, let’s get to it,” I slapped my hands together, “No reason to wait any longer.” To my delight, they had already strapped the first mare into the breeding stand. It looked confused and slightly scared, but I waved my hand for them to continue the process.

The first gryphon they took out had to be held down by three men, it was the smallest of the bunch, yet still had the strength to pull them with it. It wanted to run to the mare, its member already hanging out of its sheath, dripping from the fluids.

An unctuous smirk began slowly forming on my face as I saw how excited the beast was. “You could just let the beast run to her,” I said to the gryphon handler, “It looks excited enough to do so.”

He scoffed back as an answer.

“I’m sure you’re not too eager to get damaged goods?” He asked, “If you want them to have healthy foals, you start slowly. We can do multiple breeding sessions with each mare to get bigger litters, but we need to be careful.”

“I see,” I muttered back as the stablehands took the beast closer, yet forcing it to keep its distance. Sometimes the way the gnoll talked to me bothered me, he should know his place, but then again, when he talked back, it usually meant he was right so I let it go. The gryphon handler had been part of an illegal beast breeding ring and when it got busted over half a year ago, I interfered and saved him from jail.

As we watched from the side, the stable boys let the tiercel mount the strapped mare and to my astonishment, it entered its rear hole.

“Wait, get it down, it's not doing it correctly” I shouted, but the gryphon handler hushed me and told them to continue.

“Nothing to do to fix it now, m’lord. Interrupting them now would be too dangerous for us and them,” the gnoll said, “We’ll have to cover the ass before testing the next one.”

“Why would it even try to enter the rear?” I asked slightly flustered by the thought, “Does this happen in the wild?”

“Sometimes, the females have only one hole, and during a rut season, the tiercels are not too choosy when it comes to prospective mates. The old magic they have in them has made them quite proficient in mating with other species. Sadly it hasn’t spared them from extinction,” he added.

“Oh?” I muttered, “So do they mount other animals in the wilds?” I asked.

“Sometimes, if the other animal has magic in it, it works. They seem to be attracted to it, sometimes even discarding the chance to mate with another gryphon, if there is something close by with more magic,” he replied back.

“Hmm,” I couldn’t help, but let the thought creep into my mind.

“Have you ever tried to use a humanoid? Someone who still might have a little bit of magic running through their veins?” I inquired.

“What? No!” He shouted suddenly, “What we did might have been illegal, but not that illegal, m’lord.” He composed himself before adding, “No, one of us thought about it, thinking it might be better since the magic within the beasts would make it possible, but the rest of us declined, thinking it would take things too far.”

I murmured something back, but as we watched the gryphon mounting the mare I couldn’t let go of the thought.

The gryphon soon finished and the mare was confirmed to have taken the seed with a simple spell. As the seeded mare was led back to its pen, it passed us and I saw how much its belly had swollen from the seed it had received from the gryphon, the sight made my eyes widen from wonder.

Another mare was strapped into the stand and a second gryphon was brought in, as eager as the first one. Watching it mount the mare with a covered hole right this time made me think more about the subject, but the theory had to be tested first and I wasn’t sure where I would find someone to be a willing mate for one.

The gryphon handler insisted that we’d only do a couple of breedings today, so he could assess the situation better. I wasn’t too keen on the idea, but let it go. Watching the tiercels pump their seed into the mares had me somewhat aroused and I wanted to relieve myself. As the stable hands and the handler went to tend the mares, I walked on the opposite side of the stable, finding the gryphons. Four of the eight beasts were calm, resting in their respective pens, but three of them were still rowdy, the older albino one stood as calm as ever and looked at me with its red eyes. This time its member was still inside the pouch underneath its belly, but I could see it bulging beneath the thin furry skin.

“What makes you calmer than the rest of your kin?” I asked it without expecting to get an answer.

It opened its wings and blew some of the hay inside its pen onto my side through the bars and then folded them back in. The tip of its cock slowly pushed out of the sheath, yet not revealing the whole shaft. If this one was this calm, it might be able to be used with humans, I thought, but first, it should be tested for safety reasons, having someone die would risk my whole operation. I had paid a lot of gold to get the officials to ignore what we were doing here, but as the gryphon handler had said, using a humanoid might be too far even with all of my gold. I walked towards the beast, watching it slowly approach the bars separating us. The bars were too narrow for it to pull its head through, but maybe it could still... My thoughts trailed off as my cock became harder.

No, that was stupid.

“You’re not getting anything tonight!” I snapped at the beast and almost like a challenge, the gryphon lifted its front claws and held its top body against the bars, positioning its legs so it could push its peeking member between the bars. I looked at the large member before me and grunted, whenever it was because of my horniness or the slight disappointment of the first breeding gone wrong I decided to walk a bit closer and take the large tip into my hand. The beast almost purred as a result. The tip felt heavy in my hand and it glistened with the beast’s juices.

I should look into this, I thought to myself and carefully inspected the flared member in my hand. The mares I had bought were the last few that still had pegasus blood in them or any magic in fact, finding other suitable mates would be hard.

I let the engorged member fall from my palm and stepped away, leaving the excited creature huff in disappointment.

“I told you, you’re not getting anything tonight,” I taunted only for the beast to buck up and explode the sizzling jets of seed all over me again. As soon as I began to yell angrily, it quickly released another load shutting me up. Ashamed and angered I left the stable after cleaning myself up.

For the next couple of days, I attended every breeding, watching closely how the tiercels mounted the mares, asking the gnoll more about the mating habits and how the magic was involved in it. At first, he was hesitant to answer, but when I reminded him about his position the gnoll got easier to handle. After every breeding session, I spend some time with the albino gryphon, observing its behavior. Every time it saw me, it lifted itself up and flashed me with its bulging erection, threatening me with its pulsing balls, no matter how careful I tried to handle the gryphon’s member, it managed to pump pints of thick cum all over me, but I didn’t let it get in the way of my research.

I had ordered myself a large dildo meant to be attached to the wall. It was not too different from what the gryphon’s held between their tights, somewhat smaller for sure, but if I wanted to know more about how they bred, I had to know how the mares felt like. With proper lubrication and slowly pushing my bare ass against the tip, I had managed to take it in almost fully. After my visits to the stable, I used the dildo each night to get my bearings. The flared tip spread me open easily as I got used to it and hit the end of my tunnel where I let it sit for a bit before pulling it out. The feeling of getting spread wide open made me horny and my hands trailed over my nipples as I pushed my rear against the tip again, popping it inside of me. Soft whimpers escaped from my lips as I hastened my movements and forced the solid object inside.

I thought about the albino gryphon and how even though its member was much larger than the dildo I was using, at least it was softer. Imagining it ramming deep inside me made me cum and my load stained the stone floor underneath my feet.

The next time I visited the beast I was hornier than ever before, without a second thought I took its tip into my hand, slowly touching my groin as I fondled the creature, slowly putting two of my fingers inside the tip, feeling the insides. Before, I had been more hesitant to touch it, but tonight I wanted to make progress, to know more about it.

I let my hand slide against its veiny member, feeling the rushing of blood beneath the skin, admiring the throbbing girth as my other hand stroked my cock. Multiple times, I had to tell myself what I was doing was just part of my research. As the goopy precum began to drip from the beast's tip I got ready to duck and stepped back.

But this time it didn’t release its load.

Puzzled, I returned next to the bars and began to stroke its shaft again. The monster purred as I continued to move my hands, taking some of its fluid onto my palm and rubbing it onto the rod.

“What’s stopping you, boy?” I asked the creature, “You’ve never been this restrained before?”

I pushed my thumb into its urethra, making gentle pumping movements as the slowly pouring seed lubricated my hands.

“Every night you’ve soaked me with your cum! Come on, what’s stopping you now?” My demands seemed to fall on deaf ears, the gryphon did not see me as its master and I was determined to change that.

“Fine,” I snapped, “I can make you come!”

I yanked my hardened cock from my pants and pulled the gryphon’s member between the bars. My manhood paled in comparison to the girthy rod next to it, but I pushed it against the beast's member and thrusted my hips, massaging both at the same time, its fluids greasing my cock and balls as I was grinding against the massive pipe.

The albino gryphon screeched and clawed at the bars separating us.

“I own you!” I bellowed and the monster’s curved member jerked forward, the tip pointing straight at my face releasing a blast of its creamy seed onto it. The mere force of it made me stumble and fall on my back. Just as I managed to wipe the first load from my face, the beast coated me with another one. The gryphon’s sack was as swollen as ever as it finished with one last spurt of cum.

Crawling, I got to the nearest bucket to clean myself, angrily muttering as I let the fresh water splash on my face. The gryphon seemed to be happy and I retreated back into my manor, defeated once again by the albino monster.

That night, angered by the way the gryphon had behaved, I decided to use the dildo again, but no matter how much I took in or how fast I rammed my body against it, I couldn’t find satisfaction. I had to try something different and a thought popped into my mind before I fell asleep dissatisfied.

The gnoll seemed to notice something was wrong with my behavior as we watched gryphons mounting horses the next night. I was angry and horny, my thought spared only for the white monster trapped in the next room. The gryphon master decided it was best to stop for the night and let the tiercels rest as a way to let me know he was worried about my mood and it suited me just fine. I had other plans and I was eager to get to them.

I returned to the albino griffin’s pen, it had already extended its member to its whole glory. I took some oil and dropped my pants, letting it once again see my much smaller cock, and slipped a few fingers inside my anus, carefully fingering my rim to open myself up. I could feel my nipples harden as some part of me still thought this was a bad idea, but I had to let it know who was its master. As I pushed my fingers inside, I began to stroke my cock with my other hand. Behind the bars, the beast stomped its legs, urging me to come closer. As soon as I determined I was ready to try, I got closer to it and spun around. I lifted my rear and put my hands to the floor to give me more balance. Slowly I inched closer to the beast and suddenly felt its tip against my hole.

The gryphon did not move at all as I began to put more pressure on its tip. It felt far too large to fit in no matter how hard I tried. Just as I was about to give up, the beast thrusted its hips and forced its tip in. I let out a loud scream and jolted forward, only to realize the way it was shaped made me unable to escape its grip. The flared tip had found its place and pulling it out would be as painful as ramming it had been.

Sweat began to form on my forehead as I thought about my options. I could yell for the

stablehands or the gnoll, but I couldn't be seen in this position. The creature behind me did not move, so I could try to wrench myself free.

Yet.

I knew some part of me under my screaming mind wanted this, wanted to be bred by this magnificent beast. If I let it do this, I would know if it could be done and I could use the knowledge to recruit other people to be used instead of me. The white gryphon screeched impatiently. It could not move itself deeper into me standing behind the bars, only I could do it.

Maybe taking in an inch or two would hurt, and then I would know more, I pondered and decided to push more in. I had never experienced such a sensation before, my cock was rock hard as I took more in, sliding the pole deeper into my guts. Each step backward hurt less than the one before it, making it easier to take more. Just like in my dream, the tip bulged my belly even though I barely had more than a third of it inside me.

Alright, that is enough, I’ve given it a go and it seems to be possible to take such a thing inside. I took some shaking steps forward and could feel the tip hit my hole from the inside, still as large as before and unwilling to pull out.

Then I felt it.

Something cold and tingly brushed against my ankle and grabbed it tightly. My legs were swept beneath me and I dropped into the ground. The gryphon had used its magic and grabbed me with it. It began to pull me back as I desperately tried to grab the sandy ground, but couldn't get a hold of anything. Slowly the beast lifted my lower body with the spell and forced me to take more of it in.

I could feel the tip press against my guts, but I was too shocked to shout for help. The bottom half of my body was in the air, while my head was still pressing against the ground. Even with the limited space the gryphon had been given, it managed to push its member halfway in and began to rut into me, like it had been waiting for this moment ever since it had seen me for the first time.

I whimpered against the coarse sand and sawdust, my cock leaking from pre-cum and slapping to my stomach, hitting against the tip protruding beneath the skin. Using magic, the gryphon drove its member deep within me and my body began involuntarily to meet its pumps. I was filled with lust and wanted to see how far I could take things, I wanted that rod to impale me. I gritted my teeth and shot my load into the ground. As clarity found me, I tried to pull away, but the gryphon refused to let me leave, it had a goal and it wanted to reach it.

I clawed at the sand with my hands as the beast's enormous balls grew tighter as my rim milked it and the ropes of potent the beast’s seed flooded my insides, my belly swelled from the gushing fluids. The albino gryphon screeched again as its second load filled me, I gasped as I felt like I was going to burst when the beast finally let go of my ankle and dropped down, pulling its cock out. With a loud pop, it popped out of my sore hole, still leaking seed and dripping onto my ass. My heartbeats were still fast and I felt like there was not enough air in the room to take it in.

I forced myself to get up and dress, the noises we had made might have alerted the stable hands and the handler and I couldn’t let them see me like this. The waistband of my pants was a lot tighter and I couldn't put on my belt. My swollen belly made me look like I was heavily pregnant and I could feel the cum still pouring out of my hole, staining my pants. My whole body was trembling and walking felt like I could fall at any moment, but I managed to reach the outer door just as someone entered the room.

Making my way back into the manor was hard and I knew it would be even harder to hide my belly from the servants. Halfway through the trip, I ducked behind some trees and underneath the tall bushes and dropped my pants. The seed was still steadily pouring out of me and I had to flatten my belly somehow. I knelt to my knees and opened my hips slightly, to make it pour faster I propped in two fingers and realized I could easily pull them into my gaping hole. I had to add more to open myself, but it hurt. Determined to willpower myself through this, I grabbed my cock and began to pleasure myself, thinking about how the beast had mounted me and made me its little bitch.

Kneeling to the ground and having been filled by something so feral ashamed me greatly, but the thought of the griffin breeding me was dangerously delicious, a taboo never to be crossed to, but that had been exactly what I had done. I had given myself to a beast and had enjoyed it. I jolted as I thought about the gryphon and came again, enough of the beast’s seed had poured out to make my stomach look more natural and I decided to return to my estate, never to try something so stupid again.

It was already noon when I stumbled back into my bed chambers, tired and dizzy from the day’s ordeal. I'd only had breakfast that morning, but I was too tired to eat anything more, besides, there was still some cum inside of me, making me feel full.

As I fell asleep I didn’t dream about the gryphon or it ramming into me, I dreamed about sitting naked on my bed, gently brushing my engorged belly. It was twice the size it had been when the beast had filled me to the brim, and it was tight. My hairy chest was now also fuller and my tits felt tender. I didn’t feel distraught or scared, but instead happy and fulfilled, like everything was the way it should be.

Suddenly I woke up, once again dripping from sweat and curled into my bedsheets, the candles in my room were out and the sun was just a faint light behind the horizon. I had slept over the whole day.

My belly was still somewhat swollen from the amount of cum it had drunk the night before, making my movements heavier as I got to my bathtub. In an attempt to get rid of it, I pleasured myself in the soapy water, circling my sore hole with my fingers before plunging them in and spreading my still gaping hole open. My nipples were tender and I was sure I could see some bruises on my chest. I began to imagine what it would be like to be filled by such a beast until its balls ran dry, my belly swelling more than it should, and giving birth to its offspring. The thought made me hornier and soon I blasted my load into the bath water. A shame took over me until another thought escaped into my mind.

What if I wanted to be bred again? Would it be so bad?

The mere idea of such a thing was blasphemous and demeaning, yet last night had kindled something deep within me. Thinking about getting reamed again and again until I was nothing but a quivering mess excited me. My still jutting belly and protruding nipples told me my body wanted more, but my mind was skeptical.

After my bath, I entered the dining area and waited for my breakfast. As I took my first bite, the taste was plain.

“What the hell is this? Wheat and mud?” I yelled at him, he was clearly confused and afraid when he answered, “Just your regular breakfast, sire. Bread, cheeses, and meats, like every morning.”

I grunted and leaned back into my chair, “Maybe it's time to make some changes, bring me raw meat and no spices!” The cook nodded and went back into the kitchen, soon I was presented with a plate full of different raw meats with garnishing. Annoyed, I huffed and picked up my silver fork, stabbed a piece of meat, and gave it a taste. The savory sensation filled my mouth and I even noticed the iron taste of blood. I gorged another piece and then another, demanding more when I finished my plate, this time emphasizing my need for having only the meat, nothing else. Like a madman, I craved more and ate like I’d been starving for months.

As I ate, I could feel myself beginning to get horny again. The trickling beef juices reminded me of the beast’s greasy fluids, but my overwhelming hunger kept my mind locked in place. The silver fork in my mouth was cold and seeped previously unknown flavors onto my tongue. The servant watched in confusion as I began to lick the fork and bite it, it was too hard for my teeth, but I wanted to ravage it. I ate more meat and decorated the silverware with my teeth marks before finally feeling full enough, the old grandfather clock in the corner indicated it was time to leave for the breeding and I left the servants to whisper to themselves.

The walk was harder today compared to last morning. My hole and legs still ached and I was constantly getting out of breath. When I arrived, the breeding had already begun and I was disappointed, I yelled at them because of it, almost scaring the mare and the griffin with my bellowing voice. I watched as the next three gryphons were used as studs and at last, they brought in the albino gryphon. They had a hard time dragging it into the breeding pen and it refused to mount the mare, which left the stablehands confused. It stood there, watching, not at me but at all of us, like we were underneath its presence.

The gnoll went to it and tried to help the others make the gryphon move, but it refused their attempts and began slowly making its way back into its pen. I told them to leave it alone, we already had more than seven breedings in our belt and I’d come up with another idea. I let the stable hands take care of the mares and took the gryphon handler to the side.

“Are you still in contact with your previous crew? I asked him.

“I might be, why do you ask m’lord?” he queried back, looking puzzled.

“They’re adept with beast breeding, right? If they’re in jail, I can free them and if they’re still hiding somewhere, I can give them enough gold to keep themselves free,” I told him with a stern voice, “... And if you want to stay out of jail, I can give you enough gold to leave the country and be a free man once again when the breeding season is done.”

The gryphon handler pondered for a while and then asked “What’s the catch?” He knew something was up, but I wasn’t willing to spill the beans just yet. I grabbed his shoulder and pointed at him.

“Work with me and I will make sure you and your crew will leave this country as rich men.”

The gnoll nodded back “I’ll see what I can do,” he said before I left and got back to my manor. The griffin handler managed to get hold of his previous crew and invited them to my mansion. Some were still in jail, so I used my wealth to free them, making them in debt to me. I interviewed each of them and tried to pry how they felt about breeding gryphons with humans. The ones who were disgusted by the idea were dispatched quickly and I made sure those who had agreed first did not back down from their promises by showing them the rotting bodies of their former friends.

During this time I also commissioned another breeding stand, made so I could lay on it on my back as I was getting bred. The new breeding pen would be made from the old stable at my summer home, which was far enough to keep this whole endeavor a secret. I still used the old stable for breeding so as not to raise any suspicions and getting the whole thing together took about a month. Meanwhile, I got wearier, and fatter and had mood swings, which I believed to be the result of all the stress I was enduring. I couldn’t send all the gryphons into a new stable at once, so I chose one, the older albino who had proved its proficiency at breeding humans. Keeping a tight lid on this project was of utmost importance and the fewer mouths I had to keep shut, the better. My appetite had changed a lot during that time. I kept gnawing on my silverware and raw meats. Some of my servants had left the service of the estate due to thinking I had gone mad, but it mattered a little to me.

The journey to my summer estate felt painfully slow as excitement grew inside me and I found myself constantly rubbing my groin, not finding relief even as I came. My men didn’t know I would be the one to take the gryphon and they didn’t need to know that yet. My breasts had begun to leak from milk as my belly protruded more and more each day. When we arrived we took a day to rest from the traveling, making sure everything was ready for the next day. The repairs we had done to the old stable were the bare minimum, but I believed the white gryphon to be easier to handle than the younger ones since it had shown great restraint before. The gryphon handler had not been as sure about the building as I was, but every time he tried to object, I reminded him who his boss was and what he would lose if he didn’t get back in line. My night was restless as I was too excited to sleep.

As I wobbled in the next morning the air in the stable was stale even with the fresh hay covering the floor, but if this worked out, I had decided to build a better breeding stable somewhere where the lax laws would allow me to use other humanoids to breed gryphons.

I watched on the side, sitting on a chair because it was hard for me to stand too long as the men got the breeding stand ready, still not knowing who would get on that. The gryphon handler stood by my side, glancing at me every now and then.

Suddenly, he stated, “It’s going to be you, isn’t it?”

“I didn’t hire you to ask questions,” I snarled back.

“Do you know what you’re getting into? You’ve been sick lately and if you’re too weak-...”

Before he managed to finish his sentence I ordered him to stop, reminding him who he was working for which shut him up quickly. As the men told me everything was ready I got up, walked towards the stand, and removed my milk-stained clothes. I could feel everyone watching me with eyes wide open, unsure what they were looking at. I needed some help to get onto the stand and demanded they bring the white gryphon to me.

I laid on my back, set my legs on the metal pedals, and spread them wide open, my swollen belly protruding proudly and almost like in my dream, it was roughly twice the size.

The gryphon was brought into the room as before, it was in no hurry to mount me. It walked gracefully towards me as the men beside it held it in leashes. I could hear how everyone in the room held their breath, unsure how things would go. The beast sniffed my behind and my belly before it lifted itself up and flopped its hardening cock on my belly when I realized I had forgotten something very important.

I had done none of the prep work to adjust myself to its size and the beast was already pressing against my hole. I had no time to scream when the gryphon entered me with one swift move. Driving its member halfway in. I grabbed tightly into its fur and gritted my teeth. The gryphon pushed its whole body against mine and its feathered upper body tickled against my already aroused nipples as it began to ram its cock deeply in me.

The first few strokes hurt like hell, but as it continued to abuse my hole, I could feel myself getting looser. Soon I began to moan underneath it as my hole stretched around the massive shaft pommeling into my vulnerable body. My mind exploded with pleasure as the beast began to thrust harder and harder and I could feel myself getting closer to climax. Whatever magic the beast still held, it allowed it to reach depths that nothing else could as I glanced at the others I saw that few of my crew had pulled their cocks out and pleasured themselves as they watched the unraveling show in front of them.

Suddenly, the beast stopped and opened its wings while thumbing its back paws, with one single flap of its grand white wings it made a powerful gust of wind, and the men holding it in place fell over, some even blew further away. I still had its cock inside me as it lifted me up with it and began to flap its wings. I felt myself slipping down to its weighty balls as the cock impaled me. The men tried to grab the leashes again, but the beast forced them to retreat with a flap of its wings and it pulled itself down from the breeding stand, looked around, and began to run towards the doors, taking me with it. I bopped helplessly against the beast's body, each leap forcing it deeper into me.

The gryphon ran towards the outer gate and smashed through it, finally freed, the beast sped up and flapped its wings, soon its paws left the ground and it began to fly, still keeping me sheathed into its cock, grabbing my body with claws as it flew. As the gryphon got higher, it began to move its hips again, fucking me in the air. Fearing for my life, I held tightly to its fur and let it use me as its cocksleeve.

The beast’s cock swelled inside me and it released its first load, filling my body with hot cum. My eyes glazed over as I was lost in the heat. Another load followed and it seemed to have a never ending flow of seed stored in its balls. The gryphons cum forced its way through my body into my mouth and I tasted its salty seed with my tongue, some pouring out to make room for more and almost choking me from the inside. The beast’s glands swelled up again and again until at least an hour had passed.

I was somehow still alive as it landed back near the stable yet too high above for my men to see my peril. They could hear my screams of pleasure, but the echoes of the mountains made it hard for them to pinpoint my location as the beast relentlessly hammered into me, releasing load after load into my already enlarged belly. The constant abuse made me slip back and forth between the waking world and the blank one.

When my mind got clear the next dawn I could still feel the beast battering into me with its magic-infused cock. Somewhere far away I could hear shouts as the men had finally found me and the beast they ran towards us with spears and pitchforks, but I raised my hand to stop them.

Confused, they stopped and watched as the beast rammed into me, gaping my hole even more. The creature purred against my back and I realized what it had done. The first time I had allowed it to breed me it had impregnated me choosing me as its broodmare. Now, as it had filled me with even more of its seed, its litter would grow larger. As the horrifying realization ceded, I began to feel excitement again. I would let it use me as long as it saw fit.

As another hot load filled me my hand found my gravid belly and I patted it gently.

The men were too afraid to approach us as the beast finally released me from its grasp and flew to a nearby cliff to rest. The gnoll was the first one to arrive and ordered a few to help him to get me up.

“M’lord, oh look at you…” he muttered as they helped me to get on my feet. My legs were shaking under my large belly and they had to carry me inside. Laying in there, eager to be used again by the beast I made an announcement.

“We’re going to change things around here boys,” I said, “You need to bring everything here for me.” There was exhaustion in my voice, but I knew what I wanted.

“Take my gold, my estate, whatever you need, just make it happen,” I added and the men looked as confused as ever, some nodding to the idea, but it was the gnoll who seemed to be inspired by the idea the most.

“As you wish, m’lord,” he said and petted my belly.

Over the next few weeks, the men got the rest of my treasures from my manor, replacing the servants with themselves. I rested as the gnoll gave me balms and potions to regain my strength, making me better prepared for the next breedings and my ever-growing brood. He checked me every day to make sure I was still willing and healthy enough to carry it. Spreading my hole with a gloved hand and slathering my insides with unknown salves. Getting fisted by the gnoll made me moan and when the albino gryphon heard me, it almost smashed through the gates to get to me. Tired of the constant repairs, my room was placed into the stable, giving the gryphon a chance to breed me whenever it wanted.

And it wanted a lot.

Every day it would take its turn with me, finishing multiple loads inside me, stirring the overfilled hole even more than the day before, and leaving my mind in a state of constant pleasure. When it needed rest, the men came to check on me, milking my tits for profit and to make sure we had a nice stock of milk ready for the coming brood.

The beast knew when I was completely drained and let me rest until it would breed me again, forcing my aching hole to get used to its size. As the flared head of its cock nestled into the space between my legs and still filled me completely I cooed happily. Sometimes if I was too worn out it allowed me to use my mouth and hands to please it, the monster’s shaft reached deep into my throat, almost touching my innards as it hammered into my mouth.

Our third year came up a lot faster than expected, but I was still excited. I entered Platform 9 3/4 with my parents, and immediately we were met with stares and whispers. We quickly said our goodbyes, but not before my father handed me a broom. As he handed me the broom, he hugged my mother closer and smiles grew on their faces when they saw the excitement in my eyes. "A Transylvanian Barb! They're brand new! But why?" I asked, confused about the gift, but still excited nonetheless. "Our beautiful girl deserves only the best. Keep breaking records out there darling." My mother said before they pulled me in for one last hug and kiss before I boarded the train. I made my way to the back where the Slytherins were, but I couldn't help but notice all the stares and whispers now directed toward me. Directed solely toward me. I just hurried to the Slytherin car and I saw all my teammates waiting for me. We were all so excited for the new year because a new year meant new Quidditch plays. But a new term also meant that soon enough, you were Olivers study partner. It wasn't the ideal situation, but if it meant that the only person close to your skill was still on the pitch, and I was willing to make sure I had a worthy opponent. Soon enough, Oliver was asking for help in all our classes. I didn't mind, I got to keep him accountable, but it took up a lot more of my time. Eventually, it was nearing the time final game of the year. Gryffindor against Slytherin. Both of our teams were practicing as much as we could. I almost had no time to breathe, but this would all be over soon and everything would be a lot better and easier. I found myself in divination class, seated next to Marcus and Terence at our table. We were learning tessomancy, the divination form that requires you to read tea leaves. This class was meant to focus on soulmates and finding their initials in our leaves. Terence was struggling to figure his out, while Marcus just smirked at me. "It's your initial, looks like you really are my soulmate babe." Marcus said with a smirk. I shot him a disgusted look, "Mine is an 'M' BUT before you say anything it's the initial of the persons last name you git." I looked down at my cup and realised my mistake, my cup was upside down. That 'M', is actually a 'W'. I wasn't going to admit this to them though. "Fuck," I sighed, "Must be Malfoy." I played off how I really felt and what everything really meant. There were plenty of people in this school with last names beginning with 'W', but I didn't want to press it to much longer. I ended up helping the rest of the Slytherins and Trewlaney gave me 15 points for Slytherin. I immediately went to my usual spot in the library and just hoped and prayed to Merlin everything would go back to normal. Oliver arrived moments later and took his usual seat. We had two essays to write so we just created small talk every now and again to fill the air. I finished before Oliver, I did some studying before he finished. I proof read his essay, it was actually really good. "Oliver, this is great! I told you that if you a little more effort in you would be great! You might not need me much longer." I said with a playful chuckle. "I would hate to end these study sessions, working with you is actually quite fun and you help me keep on track. Who knew the princess of Slytherin had it all? Looks, smarts, and excellent quidditch skills." Oliver said with a smirk, which made me blush. "Alright pretty boy, I love my ego being stroked, but both of us have practice tonight. Mine is soon, yours is later. I'll see you tomorrow on the pitch Wood. Can't wait to kick your ass." I said as I sent a wink his way and walked away after all my stuff was packed away. I made my way down to the pitch where I got ready and headed over to Duncan to discuss what plays we need to make and so on. By the end of practice, we had a solid plan in place for the game against Gryffindor. We were all radiating positivity with how well practice went for us. We all changed but as soon as we left the locker room, Gryffindor was making their way onto the pitch. Marcus went right up to them and I followed, not wanting anything serious to happen. Marcus was about to say something but I grabbed his arm and pulled him away, "Marcus if you lay even a finger on them before the game tomorrow I will make sure you don't play and you're a sub next year. Step away from them or I will force you to back away." "Awe you're hot when you're angry. How about this, I don't do anything to these pussy's and when we win we celebrate in my dorm and you sleep with me?" Marcus asked in a condescending tone as we walked away. I stopped and immediately started to pretend to gag at the words that just came out of his mouth, "I would much rather sleep with Wood over there ten times over before I even thought about touching you." I practically yelled. All eyes were on us. "What does Wood have that I don't clearly I'm packing a lot more than him." He said as his right hand moved to touch his member through his pants and his left hand trailed around my waist and  squeezed my right butt cheek. That was all I needed to immediately cock my arm back and land a hard punch directly on his nose, which was now just gushing blood down his body. Marcus stumbled back and scrambled to his feet. Terence started to bring him off the pitch. I took my wand out and pointed it at him. I started to make my way towards him when Duncan and a few other of my teammates held me back with all their strength. "I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU FLINT. I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU THE NEXT CHANCE I GET. I SWEAR TO MERLIN. YOU WILL WISH YOU NEVER EXISTED YOU FILTHY PIECE OF SHIT EXCUSE FOR A WIZARD!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, I had tears streaming down my face at this point. Both from the experience and the pain my throat was in. Miles ran to get a professor as Duncan hugged me and apologised to the Gryffindor team. Duncan held onto me as we made our way to meet with Dumbledore, Snape, and McGonagall. I made eye contact with Oliver as I passed by and he looked broken just from witnessing the exchange. Duncan and I met with the Headmaster and our head of house in his office and explained everything that happened. It wasn't a long meeting but it wasn't a short meeting either. Duncan agreed with Snape and Dumbledore that Flint was going to be out for the last game of the year and sub for most of next year. We made our way to dinner and all eyes were on me, but I just ignored it and just put on my RBF and plotted revenge (and how I could possibly tell my parents). It was the day of the biggest game of the year to us. I got to the locker room extra early to clear my mind and go through last minute plays to make sure they were as clean and thought out as possible. Duncan followed not too long after me and I informed him of some errors I found and we worked through them. Once the rest of the team was in the locker room and changed we went over the game plan. After Duncan's speech, we entered the pitch to some cheers but mostly boo's. We were all on the pitch when we got into our positions and went up into the sky. Before we took our actual positions, Oliver sent a wink my way. I just shook my head and shoo'd him away to the posts. The game was going great, we were leading but not by much. We needed that snitch to win. Terence was so close to catching it, Charles wasn't making it too easy though. I paid as little attention as possible toward the seekers fighting for the snitch. Fred and George Weasley were towards the left of me but pretty far behind. I had just caught the quaffle and was heading towards the goals when all of a sudden, I was hit hard in the side and I let go of the quaffle as I flew off my broom from the force of the hit. I hit the corner of the Slytherin stand and just free fell to the ground. I was out cold before I hit the ground. Terence caught the snitch, but people were concerned with my limp body lying on the ground. I woke up later that day in the hospital wing, my team was surrounding me. They told me everything that happened. Fred and George performed a Dopplebeater Defence and the bludger went straight for me. It hit me hard enough to throw me to the corner of the stands like I was a muggle rag doll and I immediately fell hundreds of feet to the ground. I had several broken ribs and many more fractures. But I was more concerned about my broom and if we had won. Duncan chuckled, "We did win, Terence caught the snitch right as you hit the stands. And your broom is fine. I grabbed it before it plummeted to the ground." We were all caught up in conversation when there was a throat clear from behind my team surrounding my bed. "Leave her alone Weasley's, she doesn't need to be hurt anymore." Duncan said, in a voice so firm yet so angry. "We came to apologise." The twins said in unison. I chimed in before Duncan could, "It's fine. You guys can go. I'll be fine." I smiled and hurried them along. "We're so sorry Y/N," Fred started. "We didn't think it would curve and get you." George chimed in. "We promise, once you're better we'll get you all the sweets you want," I cut them off, "Guys it's okay. It's a game of quidditch. I'd be naive if I didn't believe I would never get hurt. I forgave you a long time ago. But I still appreciate the care you two have." I replied with a smile as they handed me a bouquet of wild flowers. They made their way out, I placed the flowers on the bedside table. I looked up and saw Oliver. "How are you feeling?" He asked as he took the seat next to me. "Besides just a blanket of pain, I'm pretty good now that you're here." I said with a smile. There was a thick silence that enveloped both of us, eventually Oliver broke that silence. "Are we friends?" He asked. "What do you mean?" "Like, you've really grown on me in our study sessions and I want to be friends with you but.." "I have an image to uphold Wood. But we can, if that's what you want. Just, we must keep the study sessions professional. Secret friendship, for now," I said, I saw the sorrow in his eyes "It's a secret for now. Until I can figure all this out. I promise Ollie." I said as I stuck out my pinky finger, he chuckled and hooked his pinky finger with mine. Oliver came down every day to help me with homework and our usual study sessions. But once everyone left we just chatted like old pals. It was so much easier once I could actually go back to classes and roaming the castle. Every day meshed together; I went to my classes, bickered back and forth with Oliver, had study sessions, and then snuck away to have alone time with Oliver and acted like normal friends behind closed and hidden doors. I hated it, but being the "heiress of Slytherin" I had an image to uphold. Hopefully our 5th or 6th year I can just be open about this, but right now is not the time. Especially because I don't know what they'd do to Oliver. It was more for his protection, and he figured that out the more we hung out and talked. The deeper our friendship grew, the more we learned about each other... and the more I started to feel something more for him. The end of the year came so fast, yet went by so slow. Saying goodbye to everyone hurt when the one person I didn't want to leave I couldn't even say goodbye to. No matter how bad I felt, Oliver and I still wrote to each other practically every day. Each new letter was a countdown to the first of September, a countdown to seeing my best friend. But with each letter also came stronger and stronger feelings I had never felt before. Was this love? Was this what love felt like? What is this feeling?

The first of September has come yet again, welcoming me to my fourth year at Hogwarts, but this time my family and I were accompanied by the Malfoy's. Mum and dad have always wanted me to marry Draco, keep the pureblood line going. I didn't hate Draco, he was very annoying for an 11 year old, but I didn't hate him. Neither of our families believed in arranged marriages, but they definitely mentioned a married between Draco and I often. Draco was definitely infatuated with me. Trying his best to flirt with me and to keep my attention on him. At the train, I hugged my parents goodbye and hugged Narcissa and shook Lucius' hand. Draco and I boarded the train together, "Now, I sit with all of the older years and first years aren't allowed, but after tonight you can always find me when you need me." I said as I sent Draco a smile. Draco took my hand and kissed it and went on his merry way to find someone to befriend. My eyes drifted from Draco to Oliver, who seemingly was watching the whole time. He shot a smile my way, causing me to blush. I walked passed him to the Slytherin cart and he slipped a piece of parchment into my hand. I kept walking and as I entered I sat in my usual seat, but only Terence and Miles were in their seats. I read the note, "I really missed you, more than ever. Meet me on the pitch at 8?" I let out a smile as I slyly slid the note into my right pocket. We continued our conversations of our summer holidays as more of our peers came through and sat down. I announced that I was the quidditch captain now that Duncan has graduated. We all enjoyed our time together once again, after all, it was just another year and another House Cup we were determined to win. It came to the sorting ceremony and I only was anticipating Draco and his sorting. He was sorted into Slytherin faster than I was, but he was proud and made his way over to me and kissed my cheek before sitting right next to me. My teammates just looked over at me, and then Draco, and looked more confused than when a professor calls on them and they're not paying attention. Draco happily chimed in, "I'm going to marry her. Join the Malfoy and Y/L/N pureblood names and have the greatest bond to ever occur in the wizarding world." He had a smile beaming from ear to ear. They all shifted their gazes onto me, questioning if it was real or in his imagination. "I'll explain later, don't worry guys." I said to calm them down, which it only helped slightly. The upperclassmen made their way to their perspective common rooms. I told my teammates how it wasn't fully a thing, arranged at least. It was encouraged but not forced, and to just let Draco believe whatever he wants to believe. They all finally understood and proceeded to start a whole new conversation. It was almost 8 and I decided to sneak away from my friends and down to the pitch. If someone finds me on my way there then I can just say I need to cleat my mind or something like that. I can always get myself out of trouble. As soon as I walked by the Gryffindor locker room, I heard a faint whisper and made my way to see inside. As soon as I cracked the door, an arm reached out and grabbed my forearm and yanked me inside. I practically fell onto whomever just pulled me in. I looked up and saw Olivers infamous smile and pulled him in for a tight hug. The hug seemed to go on forever, but eventually we let go, but not fully, his arms were still wrapped around my waist and my arms were wrapped around his neck. "Oh how I've missed you." He said with a smirk, but there was definitely something hiding behind it. I was studying his face like it was a written exam. And caught on and he guided me to the benches right behind us. "Obviously I wanted to say hi, but that's not the only thing I wanted to talk to you about," Oliver started as he sat beside me, "I've been having this thought and this feeling for a while now," I was confused, and the furrowed brows and now titled head made him keep going. "I know you like sleeping around and fucking whenever you can... NOT that it's a bad thing because I like that too. But... B-but I want to know what it's like to like, sleep with one person. And I just hope you've been feeling this sexual tension too, Y/N. Would you like, to like, maybe be friends with benefits?" He asked and he started to blush as he looked away. I knew it was too good to be true, he didn't feel the same way I think I feel about him. But if this was the closest to a relationship I could have with him, I was going to seize the moment. "I'm glad you felt the tension too, I was starting to grow exhausted just hiding it," I said as I inched a little closer to him as I unbuttoned the top buttons of my white blouse, "I was getting tired of hopping from dick to dick. Although the variety was nice, getting railed by the same cock over and over sounds so much better to me." I got even closer to him, I moved his hands to my bare thighs and my hands tugged at his shirt. Oliver crashed his lips into mine, the rough intensity of the kiss threw me off guard but I enjoyed every moment of it. I quickly deepened the kiss, feeling myself grow wetter and wetter as Oliver finished unbuttoning my blouse. I unhooked my black bra and he took off his turtleneck and we threw our articles of clothes onto the ground, just letting them land wherever they pleased. I took one look at his body and my mouth dropped. Toned but not overly defined, a perfect middle ground. Oliver took full advantage of the moment and placed his hands roughly on my bare sides, sending sparks throughout my body, and he pulled my into him and crashed his lips onto my bare neck as he sucked and bit every inch of my neck and collarbone. Oliver was still in a sitting position while I was standing over him, one leg on each side of the bench. As Oliver found my sweet spot, he started to pull my skirt down to my knees and I took it off and threw it wherever it decided to land. He started to leave hickies all over my upper body he kissed his way down to my breasts. He took my left breast into his mouth and sucked and kissed every inch of it. His right and trailed from my side down to my warm and wet pussy. He didn't even hesitate to move my panties out of the way and rubbed the folds of my dripping wet pussy. That feeling all on its own made me whimper and melt into him more than I was. His mouth moved to my right breast and give it the same attention my left breast received earlier. His left hand was free and moved to unbutton his pants and pull out his pulsating cock. As soon as I felt his cock touch my thigh, I positioned myself over his member. "I've waited all summer for this." He said right before he took his cock and rubbed the tip up and down my soaking wet folds. He stopped at my entrance but before he could say anything I lowered myself onto him, feeling his cock fill up all the empty space inside of me. No one has ever filled me so perfectly. I crashed my lips onto his as I rode his cock up and down and making sure he understands what he's getting. "If I didn't want this, I wouldn't be this wet for you... pretty boy." As those words left my mouth, Oliver held me close to him, picked me up and laid me down on the bench. He would alternate his thrusts between fast and slow, seemingly trying to pace himself so he can savour this moment. I felt my core start to contract and tighten and my pussy became more and more sensitive. In between my increasingly shallow breaths, I noticed that I was edging closer and closer to my climax. "Ol-Ol-Oliver," My breaths were becoming more and more shallow, "I-I'm g-g-g-getting cl-lose." Oliver was letting out low grunts of pleasure as he gripped my hips tighter than before, but with the words that seemingly dripped out of my mouth, Oliver thrusted harder and faster than he had previously in our little rendezvous. With each new thrust, a new grunt or groan came out of Olivers mouth, I could feel his cock twitch inside me and I knew he was ready to cum. I reluctantly brought my right hand down to my clit and started to stimulate myself while he thrusted into me. I started to feel myself become undone in Olivers grasp, my head was thrown back and my back arched as I let out a final pleasure filled moan. Oliver watched in awe and pleasure as I came undone on his cock. Once my high finished, I pushed Oliver back and got onto my knees in front of him. I took his hard cock into my hand started to pump before I placed my lips onto the tip of his dick. I pumped his shaft as I played with the tip of his cock with my tongue. I felt his cock twitch in my hand one final time before he let his cum release into my mouth. He was a mess of sweat and heavy breathing, I swallowed his seed as he sat on the bench we were just having our most amazing high on. I started to gather my clothes and get dressed, as I was putting my bra on I said, "That was-" I was cut off my Oliver, "Amazing." "That was amazing," He said as he slapped my ass, "I would love to do this again." He pulled me closer as he still hungrily looked me up and down. We both finished getting dressed but then he grabbed my hand and sat me down on the bench again, "We should probably figure out a game plan for this, like rules for us being friends with benefits." I nodded my head in agreement. "Alright, chime in any time you have something to say," I nodded at his statement and he continued, "Consent is the most important thing of all, we are still friends and I trust that both of us will let the other know if sex isn't in the cards for the night. We are friends above all. Secondly, we should probably stop when one of us gets into a relationship. Lastly, no catching feelings." He finished with a chuckle, but my face sort of flushed but I tried to keep my composure. "Couldn't agree more." I said behind a fake smile as I stuck my hand out for him to shake, and he returned the favour. I snuck out of the Gryffindor locker room and went into my own, grabbing my broom and waiting to see Oliver walk up to the castle. I went onto the pitch and just flew around, trying to sort through my own thoughts. I realised it was close to curfew and so I landed, but my broom back in its spot and headed back up to the castle. My team was waiting up for me, scared that something had happened to me but I assured them I was just at the pitch starting to get a game plan going and clearing my mind. As the boys trickled out of the common room, the only ones left were Terence and I but we had sat in silence for some time and I was just staring into the fire. "Is everything okay Y/N?" He asked, which slightly startled me enough to look him in the eyes. "Of course I am T, I just...have a lot on my mind." I said with a bit of a forced smile. He wasn't quite sure if he was buying it but then he said, "Okay, but I care a lot about you and I want you to know you can always talk to me." He placed his hand on my thigh in reassurance, I placed my hand over his and shot him a smile before standing up and heading to our dorm rooms. Maybe Terence could help take my mind off of Oliver only wanting to fuck me. And that's what started to happen. Several times a week, Oliver and I would meet up and either just have a grand ol' time or just to fuck but during the day, I was growing closer and closer to Terence. But Oliver still definitely had my heart, in more ways than one. Nothing I could do would make me feel differently. Oliver and I were both captains, which made fuck sessions and wagers even better than before. Slytherin won the first game of the year, so Oliver had to eat me out, and honestly he might've loved it more than I did. When Gryffindor won their first game, I gave him a blowjob and really whatever he wanted. The Quidditch house cup was quickly approaching and both of us were starting to have stress sex several times a week. He was my release of this stress and I was his. The day before the last game against Slytherin and Gryffindor, Oliver and I had just finished working on our DADA essays and I was cleaning up when Oliver just looked at me and said "Oh, I have a girlfriend now. So, no more funny business." He said with a smirk and a chuckle as he collected his things and went on his way. My heart sank to my feet as tears welled up in my eyes, but I just wiped whatever there was away and I marched my way down to the pitch to try to take my mind off of everything going on around me. I changed into my uniform and sat down thinking and rethinking plays as my leg bobbed up and down with stress. I had notes scribbled everywhere and I was struggling to keep my head on my shoulders. Terence, Miles, and Adrien walked in expecting them to be the first but were shocked to see me but even more shocked to see the chaos surrounding me. Terence asked the other two boys to give them a moment and he sat next to me and rubbed my back, trying to soothe me. "What's going on Y/N?" "A guy I thought really liked me doesn't and he has a girlfriend. We were doing a friends with benefits thing but I hoped it would turn into more." I replied and he pulled me closer. "Well clearly he's an absolute git for leaving you for someone else, even if all you two did was fuck. You deserve so much more than whoever that asshole is." "You're right, I deserve so much better than him. I shouldn't have let it go on this long." "I know this is quick, but we have been hanging out a lot more these past few months and I was wondering if you would be my girlfriend? No pressure, but the hogsmeade dates made me feel a type of way and I hope you feel the same." I smiled and cupped his face in my hands and kissed him, "I would love to. Thank you for showing me I deserve better." We both smiled and the team joined us in the locker room as I reworked plays with my newly cleared mind, well, not fully cleared. Practice went really well and I'm very pleased with what we have prepared for tomorrow. We came down from the sky and Gryffindor was awaiting us in the pitch. "Trying to calculate how much you're going to lose Gryffin-snore?" Adrien shot at them, unprovoked but no care in the world. "Save it for the game boys. See you on the pitch tomorrow, Wood." I said in a dark tone as I shoved passed him as Terrence and I interlocked fingers as we walked into the locker room. It was officially game day and the dining hall was buzzing with wagers and thoughts for the day. Terence and I walked into the dining hall hand in hand and I looked over at Oliver who was staring straight at me. I looked away as we made our way to the table where the rest of our team was sitting. We ate a hearty breakfast and headed to the pitch. Once we were in the locker room and all changed we went over the plays we needed and I finished with a speech, "[...] I know I never say this, so believe me I need you all to listen and take this to heart, play dirty. I will be giving commands but I trust you all know how to play dirty since most of you have been playing that way all year against my wishes... Yes Pucey, I'm talking to you. But you all better hope that if you get a foul on purpose, you better hope Merlin finds you before I even start to hunt you down. Go out and kick some Gryffindor ass." We all exited the room and made our way onto the pitch. Terence and I exchanged a quick peck right in front of Oliver right before we all took position on the pitch. Madam Hooch released the balls and I immediately got the Quaffle and headed toward the goal posts. Angelina and Katie from Gryffindor got on both sides of me but before they could successfully perform a Body Blow on me, I picked up speed and drifted in front of the goals as I threw the Quaffle in and scored. "Forty-three seconds and the first goal goes to Slytherin! The goal was made by Y/N Y/L/N and made a new school record for fast goal made in a match!" Lee Jordan announced. The game went on for ages but I was on fire. I was scoring and checking like no tomorrow, to say I was determined was an understatement. I was fighting for that win, I wanted to see Olivers face lose first hand. And almost as quick as the game started, Terence caught the snitch and Slytherin won! I briefly looked over at Oliver who looked heartbroken, but in more ways than one. I was broken from my chance when Terence came up and pulled me in for a passionate kiss. "And there is it folks, Slytherin's seeker Terence Higgs caught the snitch which landed Slytherin the win of the inter-house Cup! Oh, and by the looks of it he also scored the winning kiss with Slytherin's Captain, Y/N Y/L/N! Y/N won the game with brilliant plays and won Terence's heart!" Lee Jordan said before he said his usual Quidditch game closing announcements. The night was buzzing with drinks and games and cheer in the usually gloomy Slytherin common room. A few weeks passed and Oliver and I were studying for our History of Magic exam when he suddenly stopped and looked at me. "Oliver, are you okay?" He kept staring, I snapped my fingers a few times in front of his face which seemed to take him out of his trance. "Are you serious?" He asked sternly. "About what?" "Dating Terrence." "Well, yeah. That's why we hang out all the time. He treats me like I matter. Anywho, we shouldn't be discussing this because you are also in a relationship. Now keep studying so you don't fail." I left that night feeling uneasy but acted like everything was normal. The end of the year approached fast, but Terrence and I agreed that we just weren't meant for each other romantically and so we broke it off and remained friends. Finals were coming up and so Oliver and I were cramming like we had for countless exams prior. We were in the library very late each night, and this night was no different but something about the atmosphere was very different. "How are you and Terrence?" Oliver asked. "Oh, we broke up a while ago." I replied, keeping my head on my study guide. Olivers head shot up and he looked at me, "What? Why?" "Well," I started as I looked up, "Since you want to be nosy, we just were better off as friends. Simple really, nothing too extreme or anything. How are you and your girl?" "We actually broke up yesterday." "Oh I'm so sorry to hear that. Are you okay?" He pondered that question for a bit, before finally saying something that caught me off guard, "Yeah, but I miss our old nights together." He was waiting for my reaction, hell even I was waiting for my reaction. I missed them too but I didn't want to go through all those feelings all over again. "I miss them too Ollie, but I don't want we used to have. If I'm being honest," I looked around to make sure no one was still in the library, "I caught feelings for you and being friends with benefits hurt me and really messed me up emotionally. I can't put myself through that again." Olivers reaction went from shock, to confusion, to relief. I watched the gears in his mind turn every step of the way for him to process the information I just gave him. "Well that's a relief, I caught feelings for you as well." He said with his signature smirk. My brows furrowed, "Then why did you date another girl?" "To try to get you and your body out of my mind, but the Slytherin heiress has her way with men and I never forgot our endeavors and I just kept missing them. I didn't think you felt the same, so I suppressed my own feelings. I'm sorry, I should've said something sooner." There was an awkward silence between us for a few moments, before Oliver spoke up, "Is that why you destroyed us in the inter-house Cup?" I started to blush and nodded my head yes. His eyes widened and a smile formed on his face, "I hate to admit it but it was bloody brilliant. You're bloody brilliant...on and off the pitch... Can you be my girlfriend?" I blushed and just smiled at him, "Of course. But it's still a secret." The year finished and Oliver and I had successfully kept our relationship under the radar. I hated it but I had a plan, I think.

  “Mom, I know, I know. I’m really having a nice time here, and I feel like I enjoy it a lot more than I would’ve if I’d stayed back closer to home,” You say into your phone before briefly pausing to take a sip of your quickly cooling coffee “Mom, I’d really like to keep talking, but I do need to make it to my class. I’ll call you before I eat dinner, yeah?”. After a few more I love you’s, and a promise to go home for Christmas, you finally say your final good-byes before hanging up the phone.

   Your family never quite understood your need to move away for college, them preferring if you stayed closer to your small hometown. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to be around your family, you just took the first chance you could, to explore the world a bit before you felt like you really had to settle down. And while that was easier said than done, you had made the plan to move away for college since your first teenage job at a Korean Market, in the town next to yours. You’d been quite close with the owners, since you and their daughter had grown up together as best friends- you would be staying at each other’s houses multiple times a month since you guys were eight years old. As you’d gotten older, and had stayed around your best friend’s family, you ended up learning quite a bit of the Korean language yourself. It wasn’t until you got into high school that your friend’s grandma moved in from South Korea, and had decided that she would help out at the store by counting inventory in the back ( although that really meant getting invested in a Korean show, until someone walked back to check on her ). She didn’t know any English, and you only knew basic Korean, and feeling rude for not being able to effectively communicate with her, you enlisted the help of your best friend to help you learn. It took a lot of work, but you got a hold of the language eventually. And from that point on you were able to really connect with your best friend’s grandmother ( not to say you didn’t have a few language slip ups, because you definitely did ), but soon enough, one of your favorite past times became watching Korean daytime shows, and listening to your friend’s grandmother talk about her past time in her native country and all the places you should visit if you go. In your third year of high school, she unfortunately past on, but your past conversations sparked a need to travel in you, although you didn’t know how to make it happen. It wasn’t until your best friend brought up that she felt the same way, that you two made final plans to attend college in Seoul.

   Years later, and you two were in your second years of college, living in a dorm together ( even though you guys were excited to have a roommate, you were even more glad that you didn’t have to share any space with another person ). It was difficult learning how to live in a new country, but it kept you on your toes in a way that you learned to enjoy.

   Tossing your head back to down the rest of your now cold coffee, you walk to your last class of the day. Your counselor had convinced you that even though you were a foreigner who knew English, you should still take the English Language class for some easy credits- and it really wasn’t a hard class. You obviously knew everything, although, you did forget some words occasionally, due to speaking only Korean most of the time.

   Sitting down at your seat and pulling out your laptop for notes, you look to the side as your seat neighbor sits down, pulling his earbuds out from his ears. As he glances over at you, you smile and give him a small

‘Hello’

, smiling even wider when he does the same. Kim Hongjoong was a boy you didn’t really know personally, mainly because of how quiet he was, but you heard about him from the way people usually talk about him. At any of the good parties, you would hear both the cheers and complains if he would show up. The cheers due to the fact that people felt like they had a chance to get with the handsome and charming Kim Hongjoong, and the complains due to how he and his friends would be the only ones getting most of the female ( and some male ) attention- supposedly taking it away from any other men at the party. You didn’t really understand it, yes, he’s handsome, and you have no doubt in your mind that he could probably be charming, but he never asked for attention at parties. Most of his time would be spent helping his drunk friends not cause too much chaos, or just generally looking like he’s having a good time with his friends- you’ve never seen him talk to anyone else, unless it was to help a random drunk person from stumbling over as they walk by him.

  Shaking out of your thoughts, you focused on your professor and the topic of this week- human anatomy. You knew you really didn’t need to take notes, but you decided to anyway when the professor started showing slides that were titled with the scientific words of body parts- although they mentioned that you wouldn’t lose points on the test if you couldn’t remember the scientific words rather than the non-scientific.

  As class ended and you were packing up your bag you heard a soft “Excuse me,” from the seat next to yours. Turning your head to look at the blue haired boy, you raise your eyebrows with a small “Yes?” “I don’t mean to bother you, but you’re the only person in this class that already knows English, and I really didn’t understand these notes at all. If you have the time, do you think you could help me review?” he asks with a small hesitation before continuing his ramble “If you don’t have the time that’s fine too, I could probably find someone who could help, I thought it would just be easier since we sit next to each other,” He finishes with a slight hue of pink on the tips of his ears.

  Giving a small smile at his shy state, you tell him of course you’d have time to help him. Other classmates have asked you for help before as well, so it really wasn’t anything new to you. After exchanging numbers, you both decided to meet up the next day at your dorm, since your friend had work and school until later on that night- and his apartment would be way too noisy since he shares it with three other boys.

  The next day, you’d woken up at a decent time, and immediately cleaned around the house and got ready for your guest to come over for the day. By noon, you had a knock on your door, and you walked over to let in Hongjoong with his laptop, bag and two cups.

  “I hope you like fruit smoothies, because I feel bad that you’re helping me without any payment I would've got you a coffee, but I didn’t know what you liked, and I figured that most people like fruit,” he said while handing you the smoothie and kicking off his shoes. “Thank you! I really like fruit smoothies, I haven’t had one in a while, especially since I usually drink coffee to keep me up,” you retort,” Here, we could study in the living room if you want, but since we don’t have any extra plugs here, we’ll have to move to my room if we need to charge anything.”

  The first hour of studying went well, you both had taken pretty good notes, and your previous knowledge helped out quite a bit as well- so you two decided to order some food, and by the time it would make it to your apartment, you’d both be ready for a break from studying. The extra thirty minutes of the food arriving made you both restless, both shuffling and readjusting yourselves on the couch- occasionally brushing arms and thighs together- both getting up to get the food at the door. Chuckling at how eager you both were for not only the food, but for a break as well, you told him to wait at the table while you got the food.

  Settling everything out, you guys began eating and talking. You learned that Hongjoong is a music major, and he works at a local radio station, which explains why he comes into class with dark circles under his eyes at times.

  “You know, I’m actually really glad that you asked me for help. I haven’t had the chance to talk to you yet, and you always seem really friendly,” You tell him while taking a bite of your food. He looks up from his plate, with evident surprise in his eyes “Really? Well I’m really glad I talked to you then. You’ve always seemed a little bit intimidating because of how unbothered you act, but I like that...,” He trails off, eyes following the your fork leaving your lips, a stain of red sauce next to your lip,” Oh, you have a bit of..,” He gestures to the side of your lip, eventually just licking his thumb and gently wiping the sauce off your face and resting it on your bottom lip for you to lick off.

  With wide eyes, you wrap your lips around his thumb, licking it clean, with a heat rushing through your cheeks and core. Hongjoong cuts the groan erupting from his throat off with a cough and pulls his thumb out- letting the groan out when he sees the string of saliva from his digit to your mouth. As you both gravitate towards each other slightly, you rest your hand on his upper thigh and ask “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”, “I mean we do need to study, but I think I figured out a way we can study, and I can repay you for your kindness,” he replies with a devious glint in his eye.

  And with that, you put your hand on his jaw and guide him to your face to meet in a searing kiss that leaves your head reeling. Pulling back to leave a few pecks on his bottom lip, you catch his lips into a proper kiss, catching his lip with your teeth. The whine he lets out goes straight down, causing you to clench on air.

  After a few moments, he finally pulls back from you, chest heaving, and strokes your head. Humming in thought, you get up and pull his hand to follow after you to your room. You lead him to sit on your bed, while you stand in the middle of your room, with a hip cocked out to the side, as you eye each other with a hunger in your eyes. Running his tongue over his lips, he decides to speak, “Are you going to do something, or are we just going to stare at each other all day?”, “Depends. Are you going to be good for me?”, Seeing him vigorously nod his head, you continue “Good. This is how it’s going to work. I’ll ask you questions about the names of body parts, if you get them right, I’ll undress. Get them wrong, and I stay dressed. If you’re really good, I might even let you touch. Got it?” , “Yes ma’am,” He replies, now sitting forward on the edge of the bed, leaning his hands on his knees.

  Moments and a few items of clothing later, you were down to your lacy bralette and underwear, nipple piercings glinting through the see-through fabric, in the dim lighting of your room. Hongjoong was leaning back against the head board of the bed- clad in boxers only, after him whining about it being unfair that you were undressed but not him- with a hand poorly covering his covered hard on; while you sat on the foot of your bed, resting on your knees, legs spread enough that your arousal could be seen starting to run down your thighs.

  “Okay baby, here’s the last pieces. Since you’ve been so good for me, I’ll let you touch me once they’re off,” Once the words come out your mouth, Hongjoong jumps up, resting in front of you on his knees as well. Reaching your hands down, you cup your breasts, slightly teasing your nipples through the fabric. “M-mammary glands?” He hesitantly questions, before speaking with more confidence, “Most people call them breasts, or tits,” he finishes, face lighting up at you slowly taking the bralette off.

  Quickly pushing your hands away, he reaches around your back to pull your chest closer to his. Thumbing your nipples, he gently pulls on the metal barbell, relishing in the moan that leaves your lips. Clearing his throat, he begins “These are nipples. Fuck, I didn’t expect you to have piercings, you’re so fucking hot,” he finishes before leaning down to wrap his lips around your nipple, other hand gently pulling on the other. Letting out a whine as his teeth graze your nipple, you run your hand through his hair, feeling your resolve slip the more attention he gives you.

  Opening his eyes to peer up at you, he detaches from you before pushing you onto your back, and straddles your thigh, his leg against your hot core. Grabbing his face, you bring him into a kiss, sucking on his tongue while your hips move to grind on his leg. Swallowing your moans, he pulls back, hand resting on your neck to keep you from following him, “Sweet girl, you aren’t done helping me, are you?,” Watching as you dumbly shake your head with blown out eyes, he chuckles “I’ve barely touched you and your this fucked out? Poor thing. Maybe if you’re good I’ll let you come on my cock,” You let out a groan, not expecting him to sound this good while saying dirty things to you.

  Rutting against his legs, you beg for him to touch you, and you quiet down once he places his hand over your core. “Right here? You want me to touch your little pussy?” He mockingly asks, smiling at the gasp that leaves your lips. He tears the flimsy material off your body, and spreads your thighs, sitting back to get a better view of you. “What do you want me to do, little one?”, “Please just fuck me, I need your cock,” You plead, hips raising up to search for friction.

  He looks at you for a brief second, as if he were debating saying something, but chooses not to as he takes his remaining clothing off, his member slapping up against his lower stomach. Saliva fills your mouth as you realize how much you want to taste his leaking shaft, but you push that thought to the side as you whine for him to hurry.

  “You don’t want me to prep you baby? You seem so small, and I don’t want to hurt you,” He starts before you cut him off “Please just fuck me, I know I’m wet enough for you. Just really need your cock to split me open,”. With your final plead, he grabs his length, pushing into you with a groan. You moan out from feeling the delicious burn of his cock stretching you open. As he bottoms out, you feel his cock twitch in you, clenching around him, and you reach forward to pull him down to kiss you.

  Feeling you relax, he starts to pull out slowly, just to thrust back in with enough power to make you breathless. Leaning back up onto his heels, he increases his pace, one hand snaking down to rub your clit, the other being pulled by you to wrap around your throat. With the change of his angle, his cock hitting your sweet spot, you let out a loud whine, which makes him in turn thrusts faster into you while grasping the sides of your neck enough for you to see stars.

  “Fuck baby I’m so close, be a good girl and come for me. Let go for me,” He huffs out, sweat on his brow, somehow making him look even hotter than what he already was. The knot in your stomach felt different that it had any other time you’ve came, and although you were sensitive, you were curious to see how this would make you feel. Grinding your hips up, you didn’t know if you were trying to chase this high or get away from Hongjoong’s stimulation.

  “Stop running from me baby, c’mon, take what I have to give you,” the blue haired man says, his hips going at an even faster pace, his thumb following suit. Just as you feel him twitch inside of you before releasing, he slaps your clit- you cry out at the feeling, the knot in your stomach erupting, and your vision going white. Breathing unevenly, you come back to, seeing Hongjoong’s form looking down at your shaking body, giving you a tired, blinding smile. “You with me sweetheart? You did so well,” He says as he helps you sit up to sip the water bottle that was on your nightstand.