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Johnny grunts, the heaviness on his torso making him stir from his sleep. The thing on top of him is squirming like it’s purposefully trying to rouse him up.
There is a sudden panic that rises deep in him at that moment because what the fuck? Johnny lives alone and he surely didn’t bring anyone home with him. He doesn’t have any pets either, so what or who is on top of him?
A part of him is too terrified to open his eyes to see what is in front of him so he thinks about what the closest item next to him is that he can defend himself with and can only come up with the table side lamp. It’s a nice lamp - expensive - but he’s willing to sacrifice it for his safety.
The weight on top of him hasn’t moved yet so he musters up the courage to slowly crack open his eyes. There isn’t much light, save for the bright moon providing the only source of illumination into his room. His heart is hammering in his chest and the first thing he notices is shiny black material. The more his vision clears from his sleep, the more he registers that is black leather. Black leather that is over smooth, pale skin.
“Oh you’re finally awake.”
The voice muses above him and Johnny finally snaps his head up to be greeted with a mischievous smile, the lips curled up to reveal a sharp canine tooth. A boy is sitting on top of him. Or Johnny thinks he’s a boy since he looks younger than him. Said boy is sitting right on his pelvis clad in the most scandalous outfit he has ever seen. It can also be some bizarre cosplay. Johnny isn’t really in tune with what the teens are into these days.
The more Johnny takes in what is currently in his lap, the more he feels like he’s dreaming this whole thing up and he truly isn’t awake yet. The boy has his thighs straddling Johnny’s sides, black thigh high socks barely covering his legs because it has huge rips in them and Johnny’s not sure if it’s intentional or not. He has black garter belts strapped tight to his plush thighs that the flesh spills over the garter and Johnny has to resist the urge to poke.
Johnny’s too preoccupied over the thick thighs that he almost misses what is right in front of him. Almost. He spots these really indecent underwear that barely covers anything and when his eyes trails upwards, there isn’t much coverage up top either. Just some intricate leather harness strapped to his bare body.
His body. Even over the blanket, Johnny can make out how soft and delicate his body is. There is an intoxicating smell that’s almost radiating off of him and it makes Johnny just slightly woozy. The boy shifts on top of him and Johnny feels the other’s ass just barely brush near his crotch and Johnny chokes on the saliva gathering in his mouth because holy shit.
“Your eyes are going to pop out of your skull,” the boy says with a teasing tone.
Johnny sits up suddenly, finally realizing his situation and he quickly shoves the boy off of him. The boy didn’t necessarily fall back, instead his body kind of fluttered away and Johnny is sure that he’s not properly awake yet because no human body can do that. It’s then when he spots something sprouting from the boy’s back that shouldn’t be there.
Maybe he’s hallucinating because this just can’t possibly be real. He rubbed his eyes once to make sure his eyes weren’t tricking him, then rubbed them again for good measure but the sight in front of him isn’t going away.
There’s wings coming from his back and it could be fake; part of the whole costume. But it’s moving so fluidly. Which can also be mechanically controlled, but it just seems so lifelike. The wings are pitch black and almost burnt around the edges and as much as Johnny’s desperately trying to convince himself that it’s fake, there is a part of him that can’t help but be in awe of how realistic it is.
The more he stares at the sight in front of him, the more he picks up on things he didn’t notice before. Like how the boy's eyes were just a black void that if Johnny keeps looking straight at, he might fall into the deep abyss. He sees sharp canines poking out from the boy’s mouth and there’s fucking horns - albeit small and almost unnoticed hidden amongst the tuff of dark hair - but horns nonetheless.
It really could be just an elaborate costume, however the main problem that is on Johnny’s mind is, “How the fuck did you get in here?”
The boy frowns and cocks his head like he doesn’t understand what Johnny means, then points at the cracked open window at the side of the room. The window that Johnny keeps open just a tiny bit at night for air is the reason he’s probably going to die tonight. Yet it still does not make sense because Johnny lives on the 9th floor of an apartment complex and unless he climbs up the walls, there isn’t a way someone could slip into his window.
“N-No … but like …. How?” Johnny reiterates, eyebrows furrowed.
“Did you not see me point at the window?” The boy says like Johnny didn’t catch it the first time.
“No I did. But this is the 9th floor …” Johnny trails off as he watches the boy hop off his bed onto his feet and patter to the window. And as he turns around, Johnny is caught off once again by the long pointed tail that follows him. It didn’t seem to be a clip on or strapped to his body in some way, instead it looks as if it’s actually coming out of his lower back.
“I know, silly! I flew! Duh,” the boy replies like it’s the most obvious answer in the world.
“What?”
“With these bad boys,” he exclaims as he spins around to flash his wings at Johnny, flexing them as if he’s showing off. Johnny’s jaws drop in comedic fashion because the wings are literally attached to his shoulder blades. He can tell where the skin ends and where the wings start and Johnny is starting to feel that familiar dizziness again.
The boy - creature - rushes over to him and places a cool hand on his cheek, a concerned look on his face as he asks, “Are you ok?”
“Y-Yeah,” Johnny mumbles, but quickly takes back as he swats the other’s hand away. “Wait, no! No! Who are you? You can’t just … break into someone’s place! Fuck! I’m calling the police.”
Johnny quickly reaches out to grab his phone from the night stand, but the other beats him to it and snatches the device away. He clutches the phone against his bare chest as Johnny gives him a look of disbelief.
“Ok, I know you’re startled and all, but I really can’t have you calling anyone. Plus what are you going to tell them anyways? That a demon entered your room? No one is going to believe you,” he says.
Johnny isn’t sure if he’s hearing everything correctly as he asks, “What did you just say?”
“To not call the police.”
“No. No. About … a demon?” It sounds ridiculous coming out of Johnny’s mouth because surely it can’t be.
“Well, I personally don’t like using that term. It’s demeaning and way below my pay grade,” he pauses to chuckle like he just made an inside joke. “I’m an incubus.”
Johnny opens his mouth to say something, then closes it as he processes the information, then opens it again, but nothing comes out. He heard of that term before, Taeyong being the mythological nerd that he is, has probably talked about it once or twice, but he never once believed in it.
Yet now standing right in front of him is a self-proclaimed ‘incubus’ that for some reason has sneaked into his apartment for reasons that he hasn’t explained. Johnny’s too confused to come up with anything to say, this whole situation completely mind boggling to the point where it seems like an elaborate prank.
The incubus takes a few cautious steps forward and leans down until he’s face to face with Johnny. “You seem confused,” he muses.
“I just … why are you even here?” Johnny finally asks, needing some clarification.
“I’m here because I need your help,” he declares, crossing his arms to make a point.
“My help? For what?” Johnny is very sceptical over this, but maybe he’ll hear him out and hopefully get him to leave so he can finally go back to sleep and pretend this never happened.
“You will help me settle a wager.”
That didn’t really answer his question. A wager? What is this; has pranks gone this far where they are now breaking into people’s homes?
“What are you talking about?” Johnny groans, tired and annoyed at this point because it’s two in the morning and he still has to get up for his dreaded 9 to 5 job that he couldn’t care less about.
The boy (creature? demon?) mocks his groan and settles back to the foot of Johnny’s bed and makes himself comfortable and Johnny’s just slightly offended that he’s making himself at home.
“Guess I should start at the beginning, you’ve got time right,” he pauses as if waiting for Johnny to answer but cuts in with a giggle, “Of course you do! Anyways, like I’ve said, I’m an incubus. You do know what that is, right?”
Johnny supposes if he just indulges in what the other has to say, maybe it’ll be over quicker. So he just shrugs his shoulders and hopes that that will suffice.
“Oh come on. Take a guess, don’t be boring,” he says with a pout and Johnny curses because he looks cute when he juts his lip out like that. He shouldn’t think that his intruder is cute but the more Johnny looks at that face in front of him, the more he notices the sharp cheekbones and big round eyes of his is really attractive.
Damn it.
He tilts his head in wait of an answer and Johnny gives in and says, “You said a demon, right? Like an actual demon. From hell.” He didn’t mean to sound sarcastic, but he can’t help the way it came out.
“Close,” he hums and when Johnny makes no signs of jumping in, he mumbles under his breath a ‘you’re no fun’. Johnny rolls his eyes because why does he need to be the one entertaining this creature on a work night.
“I am what is known as a sex demon,” he purrs, the end of his tail doing a little flick. “You see, I have a reputation to uphold down in the fiery pits of hell, so you’re going to be my final conquest.”
Johnny blinks, “Sex demon. You’re joking, right?”
If the demon had eyeballs and not just a black void, there would have been an exasperated eye roll.
“No and I can prove it to you,” he said, voice dropping to a sultry tone as he flashes a smirk at Johnny. And as tempting as that sounds, Johnny isn’t about to drop his pants just cause the demon is gorgeous and is willing to sleep with him.
But he can’t say he isn’t tempted because as the pretty demon slinks onto his hands and knees and crawls up the bed towards Johnny, he weighs the option of letting this creature do whatever he wants and possibly die or fight back and inevitably lose. He didn’t really get to make much of a choice because the demon is licking his lips like he’s about to devour the most delicious meal ever.
“Just. Wait a second,” Johnny starts and the incubus slumps back with a groan. “What do you mean by conquest? What wager?”
“If you must know,” the demon sighs. “My colleagues and I made a bet couple hundred years ago over who could devour the most venereal energy from humans. And the bet ends,” he pauses to glance at the digital clock on Johnny’s side table and says, “at dawn.”
Johnny selectively chose not to comment on the fact that the demon is apparently a couple hundred years old, yet looks barely over 20.
“What does any of this have to do with me though?” Johnny asks.
“Great question,” the demon beams. “I have chosen you to be my final conquest before this bet ends. You fit all the criteria that I could ever want.” And with a flick of a wrist and a dramatic puff of black smoke, a heavy ancient looking book drops into the palm of his hands.
Ok now that is something that doesn’t happen everyday. Not that any of this occurs on the daily for Johnny, but still.
The book flips open by itself, the paper fluttering until it stops on a certain page. With a swirl of a finger, the book turns to face Johnny and, lo and behold, his face is on that page with what looks like hieroglyphics etched on the bottom.
“What … the hell is this?” Johnny asks, slightly concerned that his face is plastered in this book.
“This is my book of many conquests,” he states, quite proudly. “And you,” flicking a pointed finger at his page, “will be my latest one. From my records, it seems like you’ve been storing a lot of carnal energy that you haven’t expelled for quite awhile.”
Johnny quirks an eyebrow at that, “And that means?”
“Long story short, I want you to fuck me,” the demon says, cutting right to the chase.
There’s silence as Johnny processes what was just said to him. Now, sex isn’t something Johnny seeks out adamantly because the truth is, he just doesn’t have the time or energy for it. Being worked to the bone on the daily does nothing for his libido and for the times when he feels really pent up, he would just jerk one off in the showers. It’s not really for pleasure, just for stress relief.
But now, there is a whole incubus sitting in front of him, tail swishing behind him so tantalizing, that just announced that he wanted Johnny to sleep with him.
The only thing that comes out of his mouth is, “Why me?”
The demon taps his chin like he’s thinking. “I’ve been observing you for a while now. You don’t really do much besides going to work and coming back to an empty apartment. Aren’t you lonely? I’m here to help with that. What do you people say… I’ll scratch your back if you scratch mine.”
Despite the personal jab, it’s true that Johnny lives a mediocre life with no one to personally connect with. It doesn’t bother him, but what the demon said isn’t so off, the fact that he does feel a bit empty at times.
“What do you say? Let’s have some fun,” the incubus purrs, his tail curling around Johnny’s wrist before tugging Johnny closer until they’re merely inches apart. “I won’t bite. Unless you want me to,” he adds with a sweet giggle.
Johnny would weigh his morals, but to be honest, he doesn’t have any. He won’t lie and say he isn’t interested, not when such a gorgeous creature is sat right there. He’s nervous though, not sure how well he will perform and isn’t up for criticism at this time. But the demon is so close and he smells so good, a scent unlike anything else. It lulls Johnny into a trance, comforting and warm, and he feels himself relaxing.
“You’ll be good for me, right?” the devious creature croons, stroking a cold palm over Johnny’s cheek. At this point, all Johnny could think about is the demon like he was not only invading his space, but also his mind. He mutters out a soft ‘I will’ and the demon flashes him an almost sinister smile.
“That’s what I like to hear,” the incubus says as he pushes the blanket off of Johnny’s legs before claiming his spot on the man’s lap once more. He cups Johnny’s face in his hands, bringing him forward until he could feel the cool breath ghost over his lips.
“Will you let me take from you?” the demon says in a mere whisper. “I’ll make you feel really good, I promise. All you have to do is say yes.”
Johnny can’t deny it anymore, the want burning in the pits of his stomach as he leans in closer to the source of his desires.
“Say yes,” the incubus repeats.
“Yes.”
The first press of lips against his own felt like a shockwave. The demon pulls away to gauge Johnny’s reaction, but it ends too quickly so Johnny surges back in to lock their lips together. The demon’s smile, then with a part of his lips, he licks at the seam of Johnny’s mouth to coax them open.
It’s wet and hot inside the demon’s mouth, the taste addicting and sweet and Johnny just can’t get enough. He feels fingers digging into his scalp, dragging him in closer and closer like he’s about to be eaten. One accidental swipe of his tongue against one of the incubus’ sharp pointed teeth has him tasting blood, but it’s quickly taken care of when the incubus sucks on Johnny’s tongue.
A deep shudder goes through the demon as he has gotten a taste of Johnny’s blood, rich and delicious. He’s starting to get hard, rutting down on Johnny’s crotch and grinning to himself when he feels the other is hard in his pants too.
Johnny pulls away with a groan. “Oh god,” he mutters, heart racing from the heated kiss.
“No god here,” the incubus giggles. “But you can call me Mark.”
“Mark,” Johnny slurs like he’s drunk. “Mark.”
The demon hums, delighted at how dazed and disoriented Johnny is. It’s always easier when he charms his prey before feasting, but he didn’t even need to charm Johnny. The man was easily obtain through some coaxing, plus he won’t be under some spell when they actually get to the fun part.
Mark presses another quick kiss to Johnny’s lips before scooting back to allow himself space to get between the man’s long legs. The tent is prevalent in Johnny’s sweatpants and Mark is quite pleased with himself. He swiftly make due of the impeding fabric, shoving it down to Johnny’s knees and surprises himself when a thick and heavy cock slaps against Johnny’s abdomen.
“Oh!” Mark lets out a delighted gasp. “Aren’t you blessed? Haven’t had one this nice and big in a long while.” Johnny is somewhat embarrassed that the demon is speaking directly to his dick, but any other concerns are forgotten when Mark’s smooth tongue licks at the underside of his cock.
Johnny flinches when he feels the sharp tooth barely scraping over the sensitive head and he’s about to have second thoughts about the incubus blowing him. He’s not very fond of the idea of his dick being accidentally bitten, but Mark is quick to notice his apprehension.
“Don’t worry,” he says with hooded eyes. “I won’t hurt you.”
Johnny didn’t have time to actually voice his concern because Mark is already wrapping his lips around Johnny’s cock and taking him in his mouth in one fluid motion. Mark never had any problem deepthroating, but there is just the slightest resistance when he tries swallowing down Johnny’s massive cock.
“Ohhhh fuck.” Johnny throws his head back as Mark sucks him down skillfully. It feels so good, it’s making his head spin and his fingers gripping helplessly at the sheets. Mark slides his hand under Johnny’s to glide them to his head.
Mark pulls off his cock with an audio pop and Johnny groans at the loss. “You can touch me, you know. Grab my hair and use me how you like,” Mark says before getting his mouth back on Johnny’s dick.
Johnny’s reluctant at first, not sure what he should do, but Mark presses down on Johnny’s hand and in turn forces Mark to take more of his dick and Johnny seems to understand. He watches as Mark bobs his head up and down on his length before gripping the soft curls and fucking up into the incubus’s mouth.
Mark makes a choked noise in the back of his throat, sharp nails digging into his thighs, the skin breaking under the pressure. The stinging pain is quickly forgotten about when he makes Mark take him until his nose bumps against his pubic bone. Johnny’s eyes roll to the back of his head as he listens to the demon gag on his cock.
If Johnny didn’t know any better, he would think that he’s hurting the incubus with how wide his mouth is stretched around his cock. But the pink tinted cheeks and his tail swaying in an elated manner behind him says otherwise.
Johnny grinds his hips against Mark’s face and feels his throat contrast around his length. Johnny has never felt this immense pleasure flooding his system all at once and it has him panting out, aching for more. He moves Mark’s head up and down a couple of times before pulling him off, strings of saliva falling from his mouth.
Johnny needs a second to collect himself cause he’s about to cum if he doesn’t. He has goosebumps on his arms with how good Mark’s mouth is making him feel.
“Why did you stop,” Mark whines. “Keep going. Cum in my mouth.”
“Fuck,” Johnny curses and grabs Mark by the horns on top of his head to guide him back down. He cants his hips up into the demon’s awaiting mouth, fucking his cock into the wet heat over and over till he’s so close to the edge. One last harsh push and he’s cumming hard down Mark’s trembling throat.
A loud drawn out groan leaves Johnny’s mouth as he rides out his orgasm before pulling Mark away when it got too much. There’s cum on the corners of Mark’s mouth and Johnny watches as the demon licks it away like he’d just had the best dessert ever.
“Mmm. You taste sweet,” Mark hums, delighted with his meal. “But I hope you’re not tired yet. I’m still hungry.”
And despite all that, Johnny is still hard between his legs and Mark looks as pleased as ever. The incubus climbs back up to straddle Johnny, rocking his hips down on his hard cock. Johnny stifles a moan, his dick still sensitive but Mark is unrelenting as he grinds against him.
Mark’s tiny underwear hides nothing, his cock straining against the sheer fabric. Johnny pushes it to the side, wrapping a big hand around both of their cocks and starts to stroke. The whines that left the demon’s mouth made Johnny twist and jerk his hand faster as they fell deeper into lust.
“S-Stop,” Mark gasps out. “Hold on.”
Johnny pulls back, worrying that he did something wrong, he asks, “Are you ok?”
“Never better,” Mark says as he catches his breath. “I just want you inside me now.”
Mark straightens himself as he gets on his knees, a hand on Johnny’s shoulder and another hand behind him to grasp at Johnny’s cock. Everything seems to be happening so fast as Mark lowers himself down until Johnny feels the tip of his cock rub at the puckered rim.
Johnny seems to snap out of his daze when he realizes that Mark is about to sink down without any prep. His hands shoot out to grab the demon’s slim hips to halt him and give him a look like he’s crazy. But Mark smooth a hand on top of Johnny’s and flashes him a toothy grin.
“Don’t worry. I can take it. Did you forget what I am? I’ll remind you.” Mark coos and with that he grabs both of Johnny’s hands to pin them behind his back. Johnny’s stunned by the brute strength that the petite demon just showed and Mark takes that opportunity to snap his fingers and suddenly Johnny’s wrists are bound behind him.
“W-What -“ Johnny is shushed with a finger against his lips.
“Just sit back and enjoy.”
Mark grinds his plush ass back on Johnny’s cock, letting the thick length glide between his cheeks a couple of times before he leans back, hands on Johnny’s knees. The incubus gives Johnny a good view of his body before sinking down on the cock that he’s been after the whole night.
It’s a shock to Johnny’s system. It’s incredibly tight and hot and wet. How is he so wet inside? He must have blacked out for a second because when he opens his eyes, Mark is seated on his lap with his dick buried to the hilt inside his small body.
“Holy fuck,” Johnny exclaims as he slumps back against the wall.
Mark hums at being filled so good, rolling his hips just to feel the man’s cock rub at his walls. He lets out a shuddery sigh, pleased and content as he begins to ride Johnny’s cock.
The intensity is nonstop for Johnny ever since they started. Mark is like a vice around his cock, his hole constantly sucking him in like it just can’t get enough. The pleasure is dizzying and it makes Johnny rock his hips up uncontrollably as he drives himself deeper and deeper into the incubus’s delicious body.
“Ohhh you’re stuffing me so full,” Mark moans. “Ah! Keep going! Keep going!”
Mark bounces on top of him with vigor, head thrown back in ecstasy and mouth fallen open as he uses Johnny like his own personal toy. Johnny struggles against his bonds, itching to touch the body in front of him but failing to break free from whatever magical bind he’s in.
But all is forgotten when Mark tightens around his cock, the velvety soft walls massaging his shaft so deliriously good that has the whites of his eyes showing.
“Shit,” Johnny slurs, head hitting the wall with a thud but the pain’s barely felt cause Mark is doing sinful things with his hips. Mark plants the balls of his feet into the bed and begins to ride him properly. Johnny’s breath hitches in his throat as he feels the familiar tension in his stomach return.
“Feel so good inside me,” the demon wails, nails digging into Johnny’s skin until it breaks. “Best fucking cock I’ve had in centuries. Ahh.”
The praise falls on deaf ears as Johnny is pushed closer and closer to his climax. His breath quickens and he feels lightheaded like he’s going to pass out from the fervency of it all.
“I’m … ah … close!” Johnny gasps out.
“Yes. Yes!” Mark chants as he bounces faster. “Come inside me. Paint my insides with your seed. Make your mark within me. Do it. Do it!”
Johnny chokes on a sob as he fucks up into Mark over and over until he can’t hold back anymore and floods the incubus’s hole with his cum. Johnny’s vision goes white and doesn’t see the way Mark does a whole body shudder, even his wings shake, as he takes his release.
“Ohhh,” Mark breathes out, feeling the surge of energy pulse through him as he drinks Johnny’s vitality.
It takes a few seconds for Johnny to come to and he’s met with the incubus easing himself off of his softening cock. His arms are finally free and he moves his wrist around to get feeling back into his fingertips.
“Now that,” Mark begins, “was really fucking great.”
There’s this new glow from the demon and Johnny’s not sure but it seems like his horns were just slightly bigger. Mark slicks his hair back before hopping off the bed with ease. Johnny’s still trying to gather himself after such an unbelievable orgasm.
“I, uhm, yeah. That was really good. Did you - did you cum?” Johnny asks sheepishly.
“Oh! I don’t need to cum to feel good. You worry too much. Maybe that’s why I like you. Anyways, thank you for the meal!” Mark beams and he’s already making his way to the window.
Johnny perks up when he hears I like you and maybe it’s because of his selective hearing that has him stopping the demon. “Wait! Hold on. You’re not leaving just like that, right?”
Mark pouts and strides back to Johnny. “Sorry, babe. I’ve got a curfew. I had a lot of fun with you though! I’ll come back if you really want me to, so don’t hesitate to call. But I think it’s time for you to wake up now. ” Mark winks and presses a brief kiss to Johnny’s lips before turning to his exit.
Johnny wants to reach out and ask him what he meant when he said to wake up, but he can’t seem to get the words out. A sudden wave of dizziness hits him and it has him falling back onto his bed. He wants to get back up and grab the incubus before he leaves but he can’t move his body, his limbs heavy. The last thing he hears before he falls into unconsciousness is, “I’ll be waiting.”
-
The blaring alarm shocks Johnny awake and he jolts up from his bed drenched in cold sweat. He blinks, feeling disoriented but his body feels sated and loose. There are the remnants of a dream that Johnny just can’t remember no matter how much he tries, just a shadowy figure lingering in his mind.
He sighs and pushes himself off his bed to get dressed for another day at the office. His legs are weirdly wobbly as he takes his first few steps to his closet and can’t pinpoint the cause of it. As he shrugs off his damp pajamas, he notices deep red marks littered across his body like he’s been scratched. He’s startled and has absolutely no idea where this could have come from.
But he has no time to worry about the random scars as he quickly dresses himself. He makes his way to his bedroom door before he remembers that the window is still opened and walks over to shut it. A shudder goes down his spine as he gets close to his window and pauses before bringing the glass down, but not all the way.
Johnny’s not sure why but he has a sense that he doesn’t need to worry about it.