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Wooyoung's hips swung back and forth to the heavy bass playing through the club. It was dimly lit with neon colored strobes, smokey from a machine and cheap cigarettes. The air was heavy, and thick with pheromones and sweat. Wooyoung felt positively high from the smell. The incubus licked over his fangs as his sharp eyes looked for the most desperate man to take him home. He needed to eat, and wanted someone who would fill him up nice and full. Maybe even impregnate him. Though no one had ever managed to fill up his seemingly endless womb. No, his pretty tattoo on his abdomen had never glowed. Which was fine, he was still considered young, but he had heard the pleasure was maddening. To have a meal knock you up was an orgasm all on its own. He wanted to experience that perfect high. That's why he looked for the most desperate, the horniest, the neediest.
And then he saw him.
A cutie from the looks of it. He looked a little out of place here. Hunched in on himself at the bar, pushing his thick glasses back up his sloped nose with the back of his hand. Brown hair slicked back like he had tried to look good. He did. Wooyoung could tell he actually didn't need the minimal amount of makeup on his face, he was already good looking, and there was probably a nice body underneath his baggy clothes. As he walked over to him, his purple eyes seemed to shine from the smell coming off this boy. A virgin. Probably backed up, and tired of getting off with his hand. Oh, Wooyoung had something perfect for him to get off in. The cute little thing hadn't even noticed as he walked up to him, afraid of making eye contact with anyone. What a crime that he missed Wooyoung's hips swaying in his tight black leather skirt.
"Hi there." He purred as he reached out and touched the boy's shoulder. He jerked so hard he nearly lost his glasses. Wooyoung giggled at his panic, "I'm Jung Wooyoung."
The boy looked around, like there was no way Wooyoung was speaking to him. It made him grin, pleased. That meant he was interested, or at least found him too attractive to be speaking to him. How cute.
"K-kim H-hongjoong." The virgin managed to stutter out. Oh, what an absolute cutie he was.
Wooyoung sat in a stool next to him, crossing his long legs in a way that made his skirt hike up his thighs. He could see the virgin, Hongjoong, eyeing his thighs. A blush streaking across his freckled cheeks. It was all too easy. "Nice to meet you, Hongjoong. Can I buy you a drink?"
"You…want to buy me a drink?" Hongjoong asked, looking surprised.
"I sure do. If you'll let me."
"I…I wouldn't mind." He said with a shy smile.
Wooyoung waved down the bartender, "I'll have a cherry fizz, and whatever my friend here wants."
"Uhm, just a jack and coke."
"Simple taste. I respect it." He paid the bartender, and looked at Hongjoong again as he sat, "This doesn't look like your usual scene. What brings you here?" He said, trying to ease some of the tension coming off of him.
"M-my friend told me I should b-broaden my horizons." He said, thanking the bartender when he set the drinks down.
Wooyoung hummed, rubbing his finger along the sugar on the rim of his glass, bringing it to his lips, and licking the sweet treat off. He knew the human's eyes were on him, and he fished a cherry out from the top of his drink. He rubbed the fruit across his plump lips. Then, holding it by the stem, he wrapped his tongue around the dripping red fruit, and pulled it into his mouth, moaning at the flavor on his tongue. He looked over at Hongjoong who was squeezing his thighs together with his hands firmly pressed in his lap. He was already hard. Wooyoung could smell the arousal pouring off of him. He leaned into him, pressing his palms against his thighs, and getting close to him. "What's wrong, baby?" He purred against his lips, his cherry scented breath ghosting across the sensitive skin. Hongjoong tried to say anything, but he couldn't. Like his ability to talk was overtaken by how horny he was. Wooyoung chuckled at him, "Do you want to kiss me?" He smiled wide at the eager nod he got.
He pressed his fingers into Hongjoong's knees, feeling the muscles there, closing the infinitesimal space between their lips, and kissed him. He wasted no time deepening the kiss, and licking eagerly into his mouth. Oh, he was truly virginal in all ways. His tongue was clumsy, and Wooyoung could taste the sweetness from the soda in his alcoholic drink in his mouth. It was so pure, no taste of another human, just Hongjoong. When he pulled away, the human looked seconds away from creaming in his pants. "Do you want to take me home, Hongjoong?" He asked when the man blinked his eyes open upon realizing the kiss was over.
"Y-yes. Please?" Hongjoong asked.
"You don't have to beg, baby. Lead the way." He said as he grabbed his hand after adjusting his skirt to at least cover his ass. He had some decorum.
"O-okay." He said as he curled his tiny hand around Wooyoung's much larger one.
Before letting Wooyoung into his really nice expensive car, he spoke again, "I'm a virgin. I've never really done this before."
Wooyoung could have laughed in his face, but he just smirked, "I know. I'm ok with that. We'll have some fun, ok?"
Hongjoong grinned at him, and nodded his head. He opened the passenger door for Wooyoung like a gentleman. Wooyoung felt his chest squeeze. No one had ever treated him so sweetly before. He was always a quick fuck. It was fine, he was an incubus after all, but Hongjoong treating him so nicely made him feel special for once. It was…nice. He almost felt bad, like he was taking advantage of the poor boy. Or maybe, he was doing him a favor.
When they pulled into the driveway of Hongjoong's home, Wooyoung was amazed. Hongjoong had a really nice car, and a really nice house. Why exactly was he a virgin if he was obviously making great money? Then again, perhaps it spoke volumes about how shy Hongjoong really was. He couldn't go full sentences without stuttering, he probably didn't get out much. There's always more to people other than how much money they make. Well, at least he lucked out. No being dragged to some shitty apartment. He did deserve to be pampered sometimes. "Nice place." He said when removing his shoes at the door.
"Thank you. I designed the whole place myself." He smiled, looking so proud of himself. "C-Can I get you anything?" Hongjoong asked.
"Not right now. Just a bathroom so I can freshen up."
"I'll take you to the bathroom in my room."
Wooyoung was delighted by his luck. A pure virgin all to himself, and a nice one at that? What a treat. As technically a baby incubus, he hadn't had the pleasure of experiencing a virgin. And this one was well off, and positively dripping with desperation. After closing the door, he let the glamor around himself melt off. His small horns showing on his head. His tail, with a cute little heart at the end uncurled, whipping around at the freedom, and his tiny little bat-like wings fluttered. It didn't hurt to glamor them away, but he felt much better letting them out. He stretched out his body, his shirt riding up high enough to show off his womb tattoo. A sharp design with a cute heart in the middle, all coloured pink. He pressed his hand against it, feeling that the energy was running low. He definitely needed to eat. He was sure that even if Hongjoong only lasted three seconds, his thick come would cling to his insides, and fill him at least somewhat well. He hummed in thought before swirling his finger around, and then pointing it to himself. His clothes changed into something lacy and sexy. A cute sheer skirt, a thong, a lacy cover across his nipples, and a little ribboned bell collar around his neck. He looked very cute, and he knew it. Now, to go surprise his little unsuspecting virgin. He stepped out of the bathroom, and Hongjoong's eyes went wide.
"Y-you are a s-s-succubus?" He stuttered out.
"Incubus baby. Succubus are women. I can give myself a pussy, if that makes you comfortable, but I'm a boy." Wooyoung said, "I'm so flattered you know what I am." His tail flicked lazily behind him, thrilled with his little virgin's knowledge of the existence of creatures like himself.
Hongjoong looked at the floor, scuffing his feet, "I've watched hentai. I wondered why someone so good looking would take me home."
That made sense.
Wooyoung pouted his lips, "Hey, hey. Listen, I'm not trying to take advantage of you. Just say no, and I'll leave. But I did think you were very cute, and would like to ride you until you cry."
"Why would I turn down this opportunity? You're hot."
It was Wooyoung's turn to blush. He knew he was attractive, he was biologically designed to be attractive, but to hear someone say it with such passion in their voice, it made him feel almost shy. "Thank you. Well, get naked. I'll do all the work, don't worry."
Hongjoong removed his glasses, and he had big pretty brown eyes, his freckles streaked right across his cheeks and sloped nose. He moved on to his clothes, and damn, Wooyoung was never wrong. When Hongjoong slowly pulled off his shirt he revealed soft abdominals, and a full chest. Wooyoung wanted to feel those squishy tits in his hands. The real jaw dropper was when his pants came off. Hongjoong's cock was big, really big. Long, girthy, and veiny. It was so big it hung down between his thighs from the weight alone. He felt his mouth pool with saliva, his tongue tingling. He needed it in his mouth immediately. And so he dropped to his knees in front of Hongjoong, unable to wait any longer. He took his big cock into his hand, almost moaning at the heaviness in his hand. He licked the already beading precome, humming at the heady taste and thickness. He stretched his mouth over the head, taking at least half of his cock in one go.
Hongjoong sputtered, being taken off guard at the over eager incubus sucking him off. His mouth was positively sinful, and he moaned while his thighs shook at all the new sensations thrumming through him. Wooyoung suddenly did something positively inhuman with his mouth, and he moaned before he pulled Wooyoung's mouth off of him, "Show me your tongue."
Wooyoung smirked, opening his mouth and showing it off. Surprise, his tongue was forked, at least when he wanted it to be. Each side was independently controlled, and he rubbed each side of his tongue around the head Hongjoong's big cock.
"F-fuck." Hongjoong said, grabbing onto Wooyoung's blond locks, and bucking his hips forward into his mouth. He was going to apologize, but Wooyoung just hummed, curling his hands into his ass cheeks, pushing, encouraging him forward. Giving him permission to fuck his mouth. He couldn't choke, his gag reflex was nonexistent. He was built to take cock in any hole. He wanted Hongjoong to fuck his mouth, he needed it. Luckily for him, Hongjoong did.
Wooyoung moaned, feeling that big cock pounding in sloppy nonrhythmic thrusts into his throat. He swallowed eagerly, enjoying the heavy feeling on his tongue. Unfortunately, but unsurprisingly, it didn't last that long, and the bitter heady taste of come splattered on his tongue. It was accompanied by a loud whiny moan from Hongjoong. The semen was thick, he swallowed, but could feel the sticky strings clinging to his throat. He hummed around the untainted taste of virgin, feeling his tattoo buzzing with the energy he got. He sucked to make sure he got every drop, until Hongjoong was twitching in oversensitivity. He finally pulled off his cock, and looked up at the ruined boy.
Hongjoong really did look wrecked already. He was flushed from his chest all the way to his cheeks, and he looked incredibly embarrassed that he lasted a half a dozen pumps at most. Wooyoung knew what was going to happen when he pulled a virgin. He just hoped he had a short refractory period. He slid his hands down to Hongjoong's thighs, and squeezed at the muscle like he had before at the bar. He blinked his pretty purple eyes at him. "Do you want to sit down?" He asked.
Hongjoong nodded, quickly going to sit down on the edge of his bed. He might have felt a little off kilter because well, Wooyoung is an incubus. He took energy from the human. It was his nature, drawing energy from sex. He couldn't kill anyone, just make them really tired. His first few hunts he has left men passed out cold. He'd learned since then. But now wasn't the time to think of these things. He knee walked over, and situated between Hongjoong's knees again, carefully laying his head on his thighs. He didn't want to accidentally hurt him with his little horns.
"Are these sensitive?" Hongjoong asked, grabbing onto his horns.
Wooyoung jerked with a moan, canting his hips as Hongjoong gently rubbed at his horns. He actually didn't know they were so sensitive, the pleasure surprising him as it ran rampant through his body. "Fuck." He cursed. His eyes rolled, feeling so fucking needy. Never before had He worried about his own pleasure. Hongjoong really was different. He pulled away, and fluidly got onto his feet. He pulled off the thong he was wearing, now completely useless with his hard cock. He looked from the bundle of fabric in his hands to Hongjoong with a lecherous smirk.
"Open wide baby, I want to give you a treat."
Hongjoong was so pliant, easily opening his mouth as Wooyoung pushed his lacy thong into his waiting mouth. He giggled at how his eyes fluttered shut with his stuffed cheeks. "Oh, you're so cute." He said, placing himself down onto Hongjoong's lap, trapping him between his thick thighs. Grinding his slick ass cheeks against his slowly rehardening cock. Hongjoong hummed questioningly.
"My body is made for sex. I self lubricate." He giggled when Hongjoong's cock twitched at that. "Let's lay you down." He removed his panties from his mouth, tossing them to the floor. When Hongjoong was situated at the head of his big bed, Wooyoung climbed into his lap again.
"Pretty." Hongjoong said, touching his fingertips to Wooyoung's womb tattoo that was visible.
"You think you can get me pregnant? My tattoo will glow purple if you fill me up and impregnate me."
"P-pregnant?" Hongjoong asked with wide eyes.
Wooyoung giggled squeakily, "I don't actually carry a baby. It's more of a kink thing. To get knocked up, it's the ultimate pleasurable experience."
"Have you ever?" Hongjoong asked.
Wooyoung shook his head, "Not yet. Maybe your thick and potent virgin come is just what I need." He reached behind himself, grabbing Hongjoong's big cock by the base. He was amazed he was already so hard again. He wasted no time, as his hole was slick and plenty stretchy to take cock. He sat down slowly, letting the head breach him, and feeling every inch slide into his willing hole.
The sensation ripped twin moans from them. Hongjoong's hands grabbed with a surprisingly firm grip on his hips. He pressed his hands down on his sternum, holding himself steady. The pleasure running through his body made his thighs quake as he tried to get flush. He already felt stuffed to the brim. The big cock was carving a path through his insides. When he finally bottomed out, there was a small raised bump right under his tattoo. He pressed his hand there, "Mmm, you're pushing into my womb. You're going to breed me so well." He said excitedly, but breathlessly. His tail was whipping around at the restless and excitable energy. He'd never taken anyone so deep before, and it made his toes curl.
"Can you control your tail?" Hongjoong asked. His voice was strained, like he was trying to focus on anything other than coming right away. Even the grip on Wooyoung's hips was damn near bruising.
"Oh sure." Wooyoung said, moving his tail to gently scratch over Hongjoong's perky nipples. He trailed it down to circle around his navel. "see?"
"Amazing. Is it sensitive too?"
Wooyoung laughed, "Again, body built for sex. My entire body is one giant erogenous zone."
Hongjoong squeezed the heart shaped tip of his tail, and his hips jerked in response. He pulled his tail away with a pout, "Meany." Hongjoong giggled at his pout.
"You're cute."
"Let's see how cute I am when I ride you into this mattress." Wooyoung said. He ground his hips down, and the tight squeeze on his hips was back. He moaned at the feeling. Hongjoong's cock was big and twitchy, the tip nudging against his womb, his grip was tight, and his blissed out face was cute. This was easily the best fuck of his young but promiscuous existence. And he hadn't even moved much yet. Just to have someone so big, knocking against his womb, was incredibly intense. "Fuck, you're amazing." He whined, beginning to bounce enthusiastically on Hongjoong's cock. The bell collar around his neck jingled with his rough movements.
His eyes rolled, tongue lolling out as Hongjoong's cock pounded on his womb, making the outer skin bulge from the force of his bounces. It was absolute and utter bliss. He could taste the sex in the air, and could feel the burst as his body fed on the energy of the willing body underneath him. "You're gonna get me pregnant, my sweet virgin. Pump your load right into my womb."
"Fuck." Hongjoong cursed, slamming his hips up into Wooyoung, who screamed at the sensation. Unfortunately, that also caused Hongjoong to tremble underneath him as his insides filled with warmth. It was so much better getting a load inside of his ass instead of his mouth, and his tattoo warmed up the skin on his abdomen. He was getting so much energy from the virgin's semen, just like he knew he would.
"God, Hongjoongie, that was amazing." He said with a grin. That would definitely keep him sated for a while. That would be good if he had some unsuccessful hunts. He started to climb off of his lap, intent on leaving, but a hand stopped him.
"Wait. Where are you going?" Hongjoong asked, his voice surprisingly steady.
"You fed me. I'm gonna go now." Wooyoung said, like it was obvious. He was fucked, he was fed. There was no reason for him to stick around now. He was sure a cute little virgin, who came twice in succession, wouldn't be able to come again.
"You didn't come." Hongjoong said with the cutest pout on his face.
"I don't need to. I'm good."
"Your tattoo isn't glowing."
Wooyoung was completely flabbergasted, "I'm full enough."
"I want to fuck you pregnant."
Wooyoung giggled at his enthusiasm, but despite being a creature of sex, his thighs already ached. "You're sweet but-" he squeaked as he was pulled back into Hongjoong's bed. Immediately the man was on top of him, kissing him. He moaned into his mouth, wrapping his arms behind his neck. Hongjoong's tongue was still a little clumsy, but his enthusiasm really made up for it. Their tongues tangled together, swapping saliva between their mouths. He pulled back with a moan when Hongjoong rocked his hips against his hard cock. He didn't need to get off, but that didn't mean he didn't like it.
"This is my first time, I want to make sure I can make someone come." Hongjoong whispered against his mouth.
Wooyoung's purple eyes grew wide. He hadn't realized how selfish he was about to be. He took the man's virginity. He came fast, and now his first partner was leaving without an orgasm. That might leave a bad taste in his mouth, unsure if he could pleasure someone. Wooyoung may be an incubus, but he wasn't heartless. Even if it went against everything he knew, he was determined to give Hongjoong a nice first time. He kissed the man above him, spreading his legs for him.
He moaned when Hongjoong's fingertips dragged across the sensitive skin of his thighs, his muscles twitching in response. Fingers pushed into his sloppy hole, and he arched up with a hiss. He didn't expect Hongjoong to be so forward, but he could smell arousal coming from him. He already came twice, and wanted to go again? Wooyoung wasn't going to turn down a meal, so he let himself relax into the touch and enjoy Hongjoong fingering him. He obviously was new to this, and his fingers were short and uncoordinated, but it still felt nice. Especially when his lips and teeth started attaching to his neck. He leaned his head to the side with a soft sigh, giving him more room to bite and suck marks on his neck. He always did like claiming marks. He was definitely going to pay him back with a few of his own. Later.
"Sounds so fucking filthy." Hongjoong groaned against his ear. His tone was dark and raspy. He wanted to melt into that lust saturated tone. His tail wound around his wrist, manipulating it until he finally moved Hongjoong on the spot that made stars burst in his vision. With a gasp that dissolved into a broken moan, he came. Ribbons of semen streaked up his abdomen and dirtied his lingerie. He didn't care, that had felt really satisfying.
"Fuck." He whined, "I've never come just from fingers."
"I'm not done with you." Hongjoong said with a grin as he loomed over Wooyoung. He pressed in close again, kissing him deeply. Nipping at his bottom lip, licking at his palette while his slick dampened hand stroked his sensitive inner thighs again, making him twitch at the sensation.
Wooyoung wondered if beneath the shy and sweet virgin lay something hornier. Something beyond his wildest dreams. Hongjoong probably had dirty fantasies, waiting for a willing body, someone who would understand if at first he was a bit of a disappointment. He couldn't be a disappointment to Wooyoung, as long as he came inside of him. "I'm all yours." Wooyoung purred, unwrapping his tail from around his wrist, and stroking against his chest, grabbing the plush flesh of his pecs and squeezing them in his hands. They felt just as soft as he thought they would. Hongjoong pressed hot kisses and bites down his column of neck, and onto his collarbones. He whined, bucking his hips up, feeling Hongjoong's cock slide against the inside of his thighs. "Please, please." He cried, not really knowing what he was asking for as he released his chest, slid up his neck, and wound his fingers into Hongjoong's brown hair.
"What do you want?" Hongjoong whispered teasingly against his neck before pressing more biting kisses, creating an artwork of blooming red and purple marks on Wooyoung's tanned skin.
"You. Anything." Wooyoung answered. His voice was broken and reedy. High and needy. Squirming against Hongjoong's body. Every point of contact was unnaturally warm, almost burning, but he wanted more. He'd never felt so incredibly turned on. Like there was fire burning in his veins, and the only cure was to have Hongjoong's hands all over his body. Smothering the heat that consumed him.
Hongjoong pulled away, and before Wooyoung could whine pitifully at the lack of contact, he was flipped over onto his stomach. Hongjoong was strong, and Wooyoung was pretty sure he just developed a strength kink. Getting manhandled like that made him feel a little flustered. He got onto his knees, arching his back in the perfect temptation of sin. His tail swung back and forth like a cat. He could feel his own slick and Hongjoong's come sliding down the back of his thighs. A tug on his tail elicited a wail of moan from him. The pleasure shooting up his spine, and spreading through his veins.
"Oh, that's right." Hongjoong said, grabbing Wooyoung's tail, and licking against the heart shaped end. He could feel every single taste bud on his tongue as he licked the end of his tail.
His thighs trembled as he heaved out a sob. So sensitive, so much. Hongjoong sucked on the end of his tail, making Wooyoung's thighs quake as he sunk his fangs into his plush bottom lip. His hips canted into nothing but air. He felt so empty. But not for long. A hand came to rest on his hip, and then he was being speared on Hongjoong's cock. He moaned loud and lewd, rocking back onto his cock with intent.
Hongjoong grabbed onto his cheeks, spreading them to see how Wooyoung's pink hole was stretched around his girth. It was filthy and sinful. He pulled out, watching as his hole gaped and tried to close, only for it to stretch wide again as he pushed his cock back into him. Wrapped so snug in his warm and wet heat. He trailed his fingertips down his spine, watching as Wooyoung's cute little wings were quivering on his back. Hongjoong grabbed one, tugging on it gently.
Wooyoung's eyes went wide as he squealed. His back bowed to ease the pull. When Hongjoong pulled again, a little harder, he sat straight up, pulled against Hongjoong's chest. He could feel the sweaty skin of his full chest against his back and wings. Crafty little fingers slid over his curves, up and down his abdomen, going up and flicking against his nipples. He was going crazy, sharp snaps of hips punching noises out of him. Ringing sounds of impacting flesh, his own moans, the belly collar jingling, filthy squelches from his slick hole. A lewd symphony of sex, and he was drowning in the sounds. There really was a secret sex god lying beneath the surface of the virgin. He hit the jackpot.
When Hongjoong wrapped his arms securely around his chest, grunting against his ear as he fucked him insanely hard, he came just as hard. A moan rattled in his chest, but his breath was stolen from the sheer intensity. His eyes rolled back, and he babbled dumbly for Hongjoong to breed him. To stuff his womb full of cock and come and knock him up. And his desire was met, feeling the energy from Hongjoong coming in him again. He was so drunk on all of the energy that it just made him hazy eyed and pliant. A perfect little fuck doll for the human to use for his pleasure.
And use him, he did.
Hongjoong was insane, fucking him through the night until he was damn near incoherent. He'd never experienced pure pleasure like this before, a human making him boneless and fuck dumb. He was so gone, coming so hard he never even noticed when his tattoo glowed with a bright pink intensity, with the glowing purple in the middle. He had been filled beyond capacity, and impregnated more than once. And was too drunk on the energy thrumming through him, he didn't even realize what exactly was happening to him.
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Wooyoung never forgot Hongjoong. The exhausted human was still asleep when he got up. He kissed his cheek delicately, and thanked him for the wonderful fuck before disappearing in a poof of purple smoke. It's not that he didn't enjoy the sex, it was the best fuck of his life. But he was an incubus, a being of sex, love isn't in their cards. And that was fine. Sure, some of them managed to find their one, the being who completed them and kept them plenty fed for weeks at a time, but he was still a baby. There's no way his luck was that good.
A loud giggle caught his attention, and he looked up to see his superior, Seonghwa. Seonghwa was a little older than him, a beauty with pink eyes and hair. "Hey Hyung." He said softly.
"My goodness your eyes are so bright." Seonghwa said, tilting his chin up to see his bright purple eyes, swirling with intensity from how much energy he had. "How many people did you get to fuck you, little glutton?" Seonghwa asked, playing with his blond hair.
"Just one."
"One?" Seonghwa asked, shocked.
"Yup. He was something else, hyung. A virgin, with a hidden sex god behind that."
"Well, I was going to go topside to feed. I was going to ask if you wanted to join me, but I guess you are fine."
"Yup, I'm good. Have fun, hyung."
Weeks went by, and Wooyoung's eyes didn't die down in intensity. He was still full. But he thought nothing of it. Probably the thick virgin come was keeping him full. It was said to be more potent than normal come. That's probably all it was. He wasn't going to complain. Without having to struggle to find a meal he was able to do other things with his increased free time.
And none of it involves pining over a human. None at all.
~~~~~
Hongjoong was a mess. After his wild fuck with an actual incubus…how does anything compare? Wooyoung had been a dream, just happy to have someone come in him. And with Hongjoong being so inexperienced, he came. But it was like something in him unlocked. All of his fantasies came to the forefront of his mind. Years of porn and horny thoughts that he could literally use a sex demon for. His body was pliant, eager to be fucked. He could bend in ways normal humans probably couldn't, and made his horniest fantasies come true with his self lubricating hole. How was he supposed to fuck normal human men?
No seriously, how?
He was lucky there was an incubus who picked him up in a club. He had so much anxiety. Even if he wasn't a blushing virgin anymore, he was still a blushing mess. Too shy to even think about striking up a conversation with a stranger. The only reason Wooyoung literally fell into his lap is because the incubus had been so forward with him. He just didn't do that, way too introverted for that mess.
"You could pick up another guy if you wanted, hyung." His best friend Mingi said to him. He had cheered when he saw the bite marks and hickies that covered his neck when he came to work on Monday. (Wooyoung was a biter. Which was fine, because he was too.) He never told Mingi what Wooyoung was, as if anyone would even believe him. He just told him they had a fun sexy time. Which was true. They had a crazy fucking time, that sometimes still felt like a distant dream. The only thing he had were the hickies on his neck to prove the whole experience hadn't been a dream. Especially when he woke up the next day to a completely empty and cold bed. He didn't expect Wooyoung to actually stay, but it still stung a little. If he weren't so desperate, he might have been more upset that his first time was taken by an incubus who was using him for energy. He didn't regret a single thing. He had always worried he would be completely disappointing to someone when the littlest things made him feel like he was going to come in his pants. Wooyoung hadn't cared, all too happy to have Hongjoong nut, as it meant he could feed. Whether it took 30 minutes or 30 seconds, Wooyoung had been so patient with him, and he was grateful for him.
Another problem he had was now, since experiencing the enigma of a pure sex being, he couldn't get himself off. No amount of porn, his hands, and even fancy toys could get him off. He'd even bought an actual sex doll, he'd gone that far, but it just couldn't mimic the sensations of whatever it was Wooyoung had done to him. He'd get right there to the edge, only to lose all of that build up. He'd been edging himself unintentionally for weeks. He even went to the club a few times, hoping to see the incubus again, but had no such luck. And no one approached the shy boy who felt extremely uncomfortable in the club. It was maddening. He'd sit there, drinking a cherry fizz, the flavor just reminding him of the incubus who had rocked his world.
The hickies faded, the pleasure seeming more and more like a distant dream. The more time that went on, the more desperate he felt.
Was he doomed to walk this earth to experience earth shattering pleasure one time, and be lonely for the rest of it? Was this his lot in life?
It seemed that way.
And it seemed unfair.
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Wooyoung must have lost his touch. His energy started to deplete, and he needed a fresh load of come stuffed into his womb. But nobody looked promising enough. It was like Hongjoong had raised his standards incredibly high. Which he shouldn't really have standards. He was an incubus, and wasn't allowed to ability to be picky. But no one captured his attention, no one had an alluring smell. All he couldn't think of was Hongjoong. He was getting tired. If he waited much longer, he would die from the lack of energy.
When he finally sucked it up, and let someone take him home, he wasn't even able to get it up. A sex being, unable to even self lubricate. It was like his mind and his body were rebelling against each other. Logically he knew he needed to feed, but his body wouldn't let it be just anyone. Because all he really wanted was Hongjoong. But there's no way after losing his virginity, that Hongjoong wasn't scoring plenty of bitches with a new found confidence.
"Get your shit together, Jung Wooyoung." He said slapping his cheeks in front of his mirror. He had felt really bad leaving the guy high and dry, but it wouldn't have been a good time for either of them. "Hongjoong was just food. He should be another nameless notch in your belt. You can't keep comparing other men to him. You were lucky to score a virgin just once. Ah, that's it, a virgin! I'll go to some geeky place, and score another virgin. Yeah, tomorrow I'll get real sexy, a lollipop in my mouth, and make some virgin cream in his pants before he creams in me!"
There was a sudden pulse of energy around his body, and before he knew it, he was disappearing in a poof of purple smoke, and reappearing…here. He looked around unsure of where here even was. It was pitch black, he couldn't see a thing. He had no idea where he could have even been to, he'd never been intentionally summoned like this before. He had no idea who would even summon an incubus, until he heard a familiar groan.
"W-wooyoungie." Hongjoong moaned breathlessly. Wooyoung stiffened, thinking he'd been caught, but when he readjusted his eyes so he could see in the dark, Hongjoong was sleeping. He was passed out, but his body was writhing in ecstacy. Oh, he was having a wet dream. But how did he manage to summon him within his dreams? Something like that wasn't supposed to even be possible. They were fuck buddies at best, not connected in any way. Yet, here was, watching as Hongjoong moaned his name, and rut against his sheets. Well, he wasn't about to ruin Hongjoong's good dream, and the sexual energy he was emitting was like a small snack, putting something into his nearly empty body. Fuck, he really was so tasty. There's no way anyone could compare. He felt like an addict getting his fix.
He nearly moaned himself when Hongjoong's hips bucked up with a stuttered cry, and he salivated when he smelled his thick semen. It was just as good as he remembered and for a fleeting second he considered jumping him in bed, and helping to lick him clean. But he didn't want to give the human a heart attack.
"Fuck." Hongjoong cursed, flinging off his covers. He hadn't seen Wooyoung waiting in the dark yet. He just needed to change his fucking pants. He couldn't believe that he just came in his pants like a horny teenager. He hadn't actually had a wet dream in years! Granted it had felt really fucking good, as he hadn't come in awhile. Not as satisfying as a good jerk off, but beggars can't be choosers.
Wooyoung wondered why his smell was so intense. When was the last time he had come? There was no reason for him to smell this intense, unless he hadn't even jerked off since their last encounter. Which sounded awful. He watched as the human threw his legs over the side of the bed. "Hi Hongjoong."
Hongjoong jumped nearly six feet in the air, looking around for that familiar voice. It was pitch dark, and he turned his lamp on to make sure he hadn't gone absolutely crazy. Wooyoung stood there in a cute red tube top, and barely there silk red shorts. His hair was red now, but it was undeniably him. "W-Wooyoung. What are you doing here?"
"You should know. You summoned me." Wooyoung said, walking over to Hongjoong, and threading his fingers through his hair. It was soft and fluffy. A stark contrast to the slicked back and gel filled hair from their one night together a few months ago. He pressed a hand to his womb, feeling it throb from being so close to him. This didn't make sense.
"I summoned you? I'm sorry." He looked down and smiled, pushing his hand against the tattoo, "it's weird to see it not glowing."
"G-glowing?"
"Fuck, you really were out of it. Yeah, it was vivid pink almost all night."
Wooyoung felt like his world was distorted as he stumbled and fell into Hongjoong's lap. Wooyoung's tattoo was supposed to glow purple in the heart when he was impregnated, if the whole thing was vivid pink that meant. "You're my one."
Pieces clicked into place, Hongjoong fucking an incubus dumb, staying fed for weeks, unable to pick anyone else up, thinking about Hongjoong constantly. His one. He wouldn't have been able to sleep with anyone else. His body would have rejected it, and if Hongjoong rejected him, he'd die. "Hongjoong have you…have you been with anyone else?"
Hongjoong blushed, "I haven't been able to. I'm too shy to pick anyone else up, and I can't stop thinking about you." Hongjoong said, laying his forehead against his collar bone. "What's that mean? I'm your one."
"You are basically like my soul mate. Your come is all I need. I can't be with anyone else once I sleep with my one, it's all I need to survive now. Your come is my lifeline. And if you reject me, I cease to exist. Not to influence your choice or anything."
Hongjoong's hands squeezed on his hips, "I get to keep you?"
"As long as you want me."
"Forever." Hongjoong whispered against his skin like a promise, pressing a soft kiss to his collarbone.
Wooyoung felt his heart stutter in his chest as he took a shaky breath. For once in his life, his tongue felt like it was glued to the top of his mouth. No snarky replies, no smart ass remarks. Just wrapping his tail around Hongjoong's wrist, and trying to mold their bodies together.
"I don't mean to ruin the moment here, but I haven't fed in forever, and I'm running low." He said, a small blush forming on his cheeks.
"Oh. Yeah I'm kind of sitting in my own come." Hongjoong said with a blush of his own.
"Oh! I'll help." Wooyoung said, climbing off his lap. He helped Hongjoong peel his pants off, and shamelessly inhaled deeply, smelling the musky scent of his semen. He felt drool pool in his mouth, and eagerly began to lick at his thighs. He could taste the remnants of his come, and he moaned. He used long strokes of his tongue to lick away any traces left on his incredible cock. He forcibly pulled Hongjoong's legs open, licking everywhere he could get his tongue on. He suddenly had a wicked idea
"Can I eat you out?" He asked sweetly.
"Eat…eat me out?" Hongjoong asked, looking confused. He'd never heard the phrase used towards a man before. Only women, and he was no woman.
"Yeah. Rim your ass. You have such a nice ass." Wooyoung said excitedly.
Oh, that makes sense.
Hongjoong has played with his ass, especially when he has discovered he was gay. But he'd never really been a fan of it. His fingers too short, and the toys too big. But Wooyoung was a literal being of sex, if anyone could make ass play even a little enjoyable, it was him. Hesitantly, Hongjoong spread his legs wider, "I've never…" he started, but realized saying so would be too obvious. Of course he had never, Wooyoung already knew.
"I'll make it good for you." Wooyoung said, running his hands up and down his thighs, "I promise." What an understatement.
Wooyoung let his tongue split before licking down his perineum, and finding Hongjoong's virginal hole. The tight and furled muscle, a perfect shade of untouched pink. He took Hongjoong's legs, and hiked them onto his shoulders so he could get easier access. He licked over his hole, tracing intricate shapes with his split tongue. He was able to move his tongue in two directions at once, able to create more intense sensations.
Hongjoong jerked when that crafty tongue tried to breach him. It wasn't bad, it was just a little strange. Wooyoung was moving delicately, getting him used to the foreign touch of his tongue. He licked a stripe up all the way to his balls, and his hips twitched. Wooyoung gently slipped his tongue inside of him, and he moaned. It actually felt kind of nice.
Wooyoung would have grinned if he wasn't so busy. Drool sliding down his chin as he worked his tongue into the human. Pulling back to suck on his rim, and nip at his cheeks. The pure untainted taste of his ass was absolutely a delight. He almost wanted to push his fingers into Hongjoong's tight hole, but maybe later. Now he was just grinding against the bed, his cock was hard and leaking. Just eating him out made him so horny already.He sat up to look at Hongjoong, whose face was flushed, and his breathing was labored and fast.
"What do you think?" Wooyoung asked, wiping off his chin with the back of his hand.
"It's…nice. I think I'd let you try fucking me sometime. After I clean up and stuff."
"Of course. I'd be honored to take that virginity too. But I need you to come in me, now."
"Gladly." Hongjoong hauled him up, sliding his face close to his neck to reacquaint himself with his scent before pressing hot kisses to his neck. "Missed you so much."
Wooyoung crawled into his lap, rocking their hard cocks together with a low and sultry moan. "Missed you too. Please."
"I've got you. Give you exactly what you need, baby. I haven't been able to get off in forever."
"Don't lie. You already came in your pants." Wooyoung said with a giggle, sucking in a harsh breath when Hongjoong bit down on his neck hard, his teeth leaving indentations for sure. Wooyoung wasn't proud of the sound that left his mouth at that.
"Wasn't as good as filling you up." He growled lustily at him. It's almost like Wooyoung had woken up the horny monster in him again. He gripped hard onto his waist, rocking them together better. The silky fabric of Wooyoung's shorts eased the slide of their dicks together. Delicious friction that only intensified by having his sweet succubus moaning against his mouth. He instantly sealed their mouth together, wrapping his arms around him possessively while kissing him deep, and hungry. It's not only that he was horny beyond belief, but the actual person of his wet dreams was writhing in his lap and moaning in his mouth. It was heavenly. Wooyoung said something about them being soul mates, and he could feel it, just from this. Just from them kissing and being together like this, he could feel their connection.
"Satan," Wooyoung said breathlessly while pulling away. His lips swollen and slick, "please." He whined, hips jerking to slide their cocks together even though the silky fabric was clinging to his cock from how much he leaked both slick and precome, "Fuck me before I go insane." It was a half-truth. Yes, Hongjoong drove him crazy with soft reverent touches or rough possessive grabbing, but he was also feeling hungry and weak. He needed to be stuffed and full of come quickly. He sat up, wiggling his pants off, and throwing them to the ground. He made a face when they landed with a wet squelch. He pushed Hongjoong down onto the bed, and climbed into his lap, his tail wiggling wildly behind him in excitement.
Hongjoong placed his hands on Wooyoung's hips, ready for whatever the incubus was going to do. He could remember, with startling clarity, the way the wild incubus would take whatever he wanted while also taking whatever Hongjoong gave to him. But it had been awhile since they had last been together, and Hongjoong was incredibly pent up.
Wooyoung reached behind himself, pushing his fingers inside of his hole and scissoring them to let his slick drip out and fall onto Hongjoong's big cock, making it nice and wet. Once it was slick enough, he pulled his fingers free and dropped down on Hongjoong's dick so hard he punched a moan out of both of them. His eyes fluttered at the deep, filling, and absolutely perfect feeling. He rolled his hips expertly as his tail wound around Hongjoong's muscular thigh. It was so good, and felt so right. He was going to ratchet up the pace, but suddenly he felt a burst inside of him, his womb tattoo warming up with a low groan from Hongjoong.
"Fuck," Hongjoong said, his voice strained, "sorry."
He at least had the decency to look sheepish.
Wooyoung could kiss him, and did. "Don't apologize, baby. That's exactly what I needed." He hummed and wiggled his whole body, feeling completely energized.
"I can go again. Just give me a minute."
Wooyoung giggled, getting comfortable on Hongjoong's still semi hard cock, "I know you can. I'll just sit here and look pretty. It's what I'm good at."
"I wouldn't argue with that."
Wooyoung preened. He liked when Hongjoong complimented him. He touched Hongjoong's face, fingers sliding down his freckled cheeks, across his full lips, following the slope of his nose. He was so beautiful. And he was Wooyoung's special person, his one. He felt lucky. And then he moaned when Hongjoong bucked his hips up into him. His cock was fully hard and he was a bit sensitive from being inside of Wooyoung still.
The sound was absolutely filthy. The squelching from Wooyoung's slick and Hongjoong's leftover come with obscene, but absolutely perfect. Wooyoung rolled his hips with Hongjoong's thrusts. Strong possessive hands curled around his thighs, sure to leave bruises, and he welcomed the feeling. As long as it meant he could get fucked like this constantly. He squeaked when he was rolled over, whining when Hongjoong's cock slid out of him.
"Calm down, I just want to be on top." Hongjoong growled.
Wooyoung giggled, "Mmm, gonna take what you want from me? Virgin no more, hmm?"
"Fuck off." Hongjoong said, slamming his cock back into Wooyoung's heat, and making the incubus wail as his back l arched up.
"Fuck me! Please. God, I missed your big cock!" Wooyoung yelled out as pleasured tears began to spill down his cheeks.
"Yeah? You like me messing up your insides?" Hongjoong asked, fucking into him fast and animalistically.
Wooyoung couldn't even respond. Hongjoong was fucking the air from his lungs. He heaved for each breath, but could only make choked off and desperate sounds as his body was used for Hongjoong to find his own pleasure. He tried to sneak a hand between their bodies and grab his leaking cock, desperate to come, but it was slapped away.
"Nu uh, little incubus. I control your pleasure now." Hongjoong said, grabbing one of his horns and jerking his head to the side.
He sobbed, more tears escaping his eyes as his tongue lolled out, tasting the salty tang of tears and sweat. Pleasure spreading through every single vein in his body. Hongjoong controlled him now, and gave him so much that he thought he might burst. So full of huge cock and getting pounded into at a furious pace was so fucking much.
"H-hongjoong please." He whined when the human finally let his horn go, and held onto his hips down. He was jerking his body down, and literally pulling Wooyoung down on to his cock like he was a sex doll. (God, he hoped he wasn't developing a kink. He loved being used like this.)
"Come on my cock. I know you can." Hongjoong said, slowing down to deep filthy grinds.
Wooyoung's breath rattled in his chest as he reached down, and could feel Hongjoong's cock bulging under his tattoo. It was incredible how deep he fucked him. Even though he was getting his soul pounded out of his body, he promised himself to watch this tattoo more closely. If he had known it had glowed their last night together, he could have saved them both a lot of pain and sexless misery.
He was brought back to the present when a hand wrapped around his leaking cock. "Welcome back." Hongjoong said with a sultry smirk. He jerked his cock fast, and began pounding into Wooyoung's hole at a quick and unrelenting pace again. He was coming undone at the seams. And then he was coming, semen spilling over in Hongjoong's hand. He heaved a sob at his release.
But Hongjoong didn't stop.
"Oh, what a good boy." Hongjoong said.
His eyes rolled at the praise. And he went limp when Hongjoong finally moaned deep and low while filling him up. Wooyoung looked down, his tattoo began glowing purple, and he trembled at the feeling of being impregnated.
"Oh good. Now, let's make it really glow. I want to light up my bedroom." Hongjoong said.
After a quick break for water, Wooyoung was on his hands and knees, chest flush with the mattress. If he was being honest with himself…he really loved this position the best. Not because Hongjoong wasn't lovely to stare at, he looked beautiful when when was fucking into him, but because it allowed him to gain some leverage and fuck back onto someone's cock. In this case, (and the case now for the rest of his life) Hongjoong's cock.
Hongjoong slapped his cock over Wooyoung's slightly gaping and reddened hole. He was leaking all down the backs of his thighs. A mixture of come and slick was making a mess, and for some reason made him feel feral. He pushed just the head of his cock into Wooyoung, gripping his hips to keep him still. Just teasing him at this point, pushing a little bit in and pulling all the way out.
Wooyoung felt like he was going crazy. Whining and begging. The hands on his hips held him firm, and he was sure there would be bruises. He jerked in Hongjoong's hold, wanting to get pounded absolutely stupid by his big cock. Unfortunately, the human was playing with him and although he did enjoy it, right now it was irritating. Little flashes of pleasure as his cock slid out maddeningly slow, brushing against his prostate, and pushing in to make him full. "Joong," he managed to gasp out, " 'lease been s'good." He slurred out.
"You have been good. My good little incubus." Hongjoong said, grabbing his tail and tugging it. He smirked , hearing his wail, and it brought him sick satisfaction. He put the pretty heart shaped end into his mouth, sucking on it. Wooyoung sobbing at the pleasure of his sensitive tail.
That was it. Hongjoong couldn't control himself anymore, snapping his hips and shoving his whole cock into Wooyoung while still sucking on his tail. He felt Wooyoung's body tremble under his hands, and it fed his ego so much to know he was making the incubus feel so good.
Wooyoung fell forward from the force of the thrusts. His chest was pushed against the bed, his nipples rubbing against the soft sheets of Hongjoong's bed. So many different types of sensations were running through his body. He wanted to say something, anything, but his mouth was just flopping uselessly while drool slid down his chin. He reached back and grabbed onto Hongjoong's flexing thigh, and wrapped his tail around his other thigh. Just to feel him, to let him know that he was okay.
The gesture was appreciated. Hongjoong slowed down to a deep filling grind. He spit Wooyoung's tail out ,and grabbed one of his twitchy bat wings on his back, and used it to haul him up. Wooyoung screamed and Hongjoong covered his mouth with his hand. "So noisy. Is my cock that good?" He asked, feeling cocky. He knew Wooyoung liked it when he jerked on his wings. He had done it quite a lot the first night.
Wooyoung nodded frantically. His barely coherent agreement muffled behind Hongjoong's palm. He felt another palm push on his abdomen where his tattoo was, the skin bulging obscenely from Hongjoong's ridiculously big cock. He whined behind his palm when he was thrusted into again at a breakneck pace. His eyes rolled as he head tipped back to rest on Hongjoong's shoulder.
"I'm gonna come." Hongjoong whispered in his ear, pressing a kiss there.
Wooyoung just clenched down on his cock. His body shook in pleasure as his cock was grabbed and stroked. He was wound so tight, and didn't stand a chance. He came hard into Hongjoong's palm, and laid back against him like a pliant doll as the human used his body to finish getting off. When Hongjoong groaned, filling up his womb, his tattoo glowed a vivid pink. Holy shit, Hongjoong really was his one.
Much like the first time they were together, Hongjoong fucked him until the early morning rays of the sun were peeking through his curtains.
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Hongjoong woke up later in the day, frowning when the space next to him was empty. He immediately felt like he was used and lied to. A small pout formed on his face. Another night of intense, fantastic sex, and waking up alone was not in the cards for him. He sighed, scrubbing a hand through his fluffed up brown hair. How do you go on, again, after something that good? He wasn't sure. He was going to get out of bed and get dressed until two coloured poofs of smoke went off. One a familiar purple, the other a bright pink. One boy, a familiar face, and the other, the second most beautiful man Hongjoong had ever seen in his life. The man was obviously an incubus as well. His horns and tail were red. When Hongjoong saw the end of his tail it was star shaped.
"This is him?" The other incubus asked, his voice a rich and honeyed baritone.
"This is him." Wooyoung said, bouncing over to him.
Hongjoong just pulled the blanket further up on his body as the other incubus looked him over. He had a million questions, but after sleeping with an incubus, not once but twice, he'd come to just expect weird shit to happen to him.
"Hongjoong this is my superior, Seonghwa hyung. I showed him my glowing tattoo, and so he has to ask you something. Ya know, since you have your own personal incubus soul mate."
"Can I…get dressed and we can discuss this like normal hum-" he stopped, sealing his mouth in a tight line before trying again, "adults."
Seonghwa sighed, his tail betraying his annoyance, "If we must. Wooyoung, come let's make lunch."
"Okay." Wooyoung placed a gentle kiss onto Hongjoong's cheek. "I'll make something good for you. You'll come to find I'm a really great cook, even if I don't need human sustenance."
Hongjoong watched him leave the bedroom, and laughed a bit breathlessly. He had not one, but two hot incubus boys in his house, one who was apparently his soul mate or something like that. He got up, got dressed, and even washed his face. He gave himself a bit of a pep talk in the mirror. You see, he'd never actually spoken to Wooyoung at length. Their conversations had been laced with filth and dirty promises in the two nights they had spent together. Now, they would speak as people. Separate individuals. God, Wooyoung was going to see how much of a loser he really was. A terrible shut in who couldn't take care of plants, let alone himself. He made great money as a ghostwriter for well known pop groups. His production skills were praised, and top of the charts. He wrote hot tracks of falling in love, despite never feeling it himself. He went from a horny desperate practically bitchless virgin, to having the sexiest most desirable incubus who apparently he was going to fall madly for. It was scary to say the least. With one final deep breath, he let himself follow his nose to the kitchen. Never in his life had he ever smelled anything that good in his house that wasn't take out.
"Ah, I thought you got lost." Wooyoung said when he saw him. He wrapped his arms behind his head, kissing him gently. "You had nothing to make. Seonghwa hyung dipped home to grab some of his own things. It's just kimchi fried rice, so I hope that's ok."
"Uhm, yeah. That sounds great. It smells fantastic."
The pink haired incubus smiled at him, "Good answer. So, Hongjoong, you do understand the reason I'm here right?"
Hongjoong swallowed hard, and shook his head, "I…I don't actually."
Seonghwa snapped his head over to Wooyoung, "Did you tell him anything at all?"
"I uh." Wooyoung pushed his fingers together with a pout, "I may have skipped over some parts."
Seonghwa cursed colorfully and decided to make plates. Once everyone was settled he began to talk, "Hongjoong, as Wooyoung's one, you are now going to be responsible for him just as much as he is responsible for you. Wooyoung will no longer be able to draw energy from either humans no matter how hard he tries. This means, you have to keep him fed. Also, though not very likely, there's a chance you might decide you don't love him anymore. You will directly be responsible if he doesn't stay fed."
Hongjoong just listened to Seonghwa with big eyes. He just thought he couldn't take care of a plant. Now he's responsible for an entire person?
"Don't look so panicked, Hongjoong. You just have to have sex with him at least once every few weeks. He stays fuller longer with you. Now, just as you are responsible for him, Wooyoung this involves you too. You need to take good care of your provider."
"You make this sound so transactional, hyung. There's no way Hongjoongie isn't going to love me! Just you wait and see. We'll be making marriage plans soon."
Hongjoong choked on his rice. Wheezing around the grains. Wooyoung patted his back with force. "Don't die on me, Joongie!"
Seonghwa giggled, "Good luck 'Joongie'."
Obviously, he was going to need it.