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thetypingpup · 2 years

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A Good Night’s Sleep

Incubus!Yuta x Female Reader

Genre: smut, supernatural

Wordcount: 4.8K

Content: brief description of panic attacks and nightmares in the beginning, got some incubus creeping in the beginning, oral (female receiving), fingering (female receiving), praise, the petname darling, little bit of hair pulling (male receiving), overstimulation (female receiving)

Summary: All you want is a good night's sleep, and for a small price, Yuta gives you just that. All you have to do is let him indulge in his carnal hunger and feast upon your pleasure, and he gifts you with untold ecstasy.

For the past few weeks, your nights have been restless. A number of factors, both professional and personal, have piled on until you feel like you can't bear it anymore. The stress that churns painfully in the pit of your stomach during the day follows you into slumber night after night, and your dreams have turned into terrifying nightmares. Grotesque, surrealist representations of what stresses you out plagues your mind each night, leaving you tossing, turning, and tired the next morning. More often than not, you lie awake clutching your pillow, trying to will away the painful hammering of your heart and the tightness in your chest. And when you do manage to catch a few winks of sleep, you're roused from sleep in a panic with a racing heartbeat and frantic breath, your mind replaying the latest set of frightening images. Time goes on like this, with anxiety filling your every moment, and it becomes increasingly difficult to get a good night’s sleep. That is, until you feel a mysterious presence late one night.

You first feel this dark presence after a few weeks of suffering through panic. You swear the shadows wreath around you in palpable ribbons of darkness, and you get the feeling that you’re being watched. You expect this to exponentially increase your panic, especially given the cold chill that makes goosebumps rise to the surface of your skin each time. But it doesn’t. That stare bears the weight of a leer roving over your body, like someone shamelessly indulging in a sight that’s attractive to them, and it brings an inexplicable wave of heat that pools between your legs. Feelings of lust permeate in the air with each time the shadows move in those silken ribbons, and with each encounter, you feel arousal build within you more and more. Somehow, when you feel this dark presence in the room, you sleep easier. Somehow, when you feel this lurking presence, the nightmares stop, as if it’s watching over you to keep them at bay. That vague yet evident fervor provides a perfect distraction from the looming fear that consumes you. Your frightening dreams are replaced with ones filled with erotic images, and you welcome the respite from rampant restlessness.

Little do you know that a pair of ruby red eyes watches you in the dark on these nights. A long tongue traces the length of a pair of fangs as a creature of the night salivates at the sight of you. This creature circles you deliberately slowly in his shadowy form, taking in every detail of you. He caresses any bare skin that’s exposed on your body, with shadows so thin they resemble whips of smoke, so thin that he goes undetected by you. Those shadows curl around you in a loose embrace and trace every detail of you with fervor, from the slope of your face, to the contour of your body, to the allure of your aura.

He takes his time getting to know you this way, keeping his distance by remaining just on the brink of intimacy. One night, he’s familiarizing himself with the slope of your breasts, mesmerized by the peaks of your chest. The next, he’s mapping out the way your waist gives way to your hips, endlessly enticed by the shape of your body. Every part of you is just so alluring, so beautifully constructed, that sometimes he can’t decide whether to admire you from afar or have a more tactile experience appreciating your beauty. On his bolder nights, he lets himself brush over the apex of your thighs in his shadowed form, and he salivates at the scent of your flaring heat. He didn’t think it was possible for a mortal to look this good, to smell this good, to feel this good before he’s even gotten to touch you properly. He can’t wait to get you so desperate that you want to feel him more, that you call to him with your body for relief from the appetence that begins to take over. Through these phantom touches, he feels how desire builds within you each night, your hidden desires unfurling like petals of a blossoming flower. He feels in real time how the petals spread, how your dreams get more erotic with each passing night, how your body yearns for a release he knows he can give you.

As he cultivates your desire, he slowly attunes himself to your emotions. He’s well aware, acutely so, of the stress you’ve been under. He feels the way anxiety twists your energy night after night, and through these repeated encounters, he’s developed enough of an affinity for you to want to soothe your fears. The tinge of sympathy he feels turns into a full on pang at seeing you suffer like this, especially since he knows he can do something about it. He’s done his best to massage and soothe out those knots, replacing your nocturnal torment with visions of intimacy. He does his best to comfort you with his presence, but there’s only so much he can do in this indirect way.

All of that changes tonight. Tonight, the flower of your desire has fully bloomed, and he intends on feasting on the sweet nectar within.

The moonlight that filters in through the curtains intensifies when he appears, giving your entire room an icy silver glow. Weight sinking into the bed on either side of your hips and a distinct presence hovering above you prompts you to open your eyes. Those shadows that have caressed you night after night materialize in the form of what appears to be a man, but there’s a few telltale signs that inform you he’s anything but. Black feathered wings fan out behind him, with smooth ivory spikes protruding from the highpoints of his wingspan. Black horns are perched atop his head like a crown, curving ever so slightly at the top. His attire leaves nothing to the imagination, and the vest he does have on exposes his muscular arms, gives you a glimpse of his toned chest, and parts at the bottom to reveal a glinting diamond pierced into his naval. The jewel naturally draws your attention to the defined v carved into his midsection, which disappears beneath what you can only assume to be silken briefs. The pronounced tent in the fabric tells you exactly what he desires he’s been harboring.

You jolt awake with a start, hand flying to your mouth to suppress a scream. Your panic quickly dissipates once you recognize the feeling of that lecherous stare that has roved over your body all these nights, which you now see glows bright red. You wonder aloud, “It’s you. You’re the one that’s been here every night, aren’t you?”

A smooth sound akin to a purr emits from him, his fangs glinting in the light with his pleased smile, “You’re as perceptive as you are beautiful. I like that in a mortal. It’s nice to finally hear your voice, darling.”

His silken voice makes warmth bloom within you, and you feel a pronounced pulse between your legs at the pet name. He feels that sudden pulsation of titillation and voices his observation, “Do you like it when I call you that?”

You blink a few times in disbelief, the reality of the situation beginning to sink in. Your questions tumble from your lips before you fully register your own thoughts, “Who are you? What are you?”

“You can call me Yuta,” He tells you, voice textured like velvet, “And I am an incubus.”

You’ve heard of incubi before. Plenty of legends warned against demons fueled by nothing but carnal hunger. You know enough to know these creatures feed on lust, approaching mortals while they sleep, and you’re vaguely aware of the danger of dealing with demons. You shrink under his gaze, drawing your legs closer to yourself as you ask, “Are you going to hurt me?”

His face falls, as if it pains him to even consider the notion, “Of course not. Quite the opposite, I’m here to help.”

“What do you mean?” A smirk graces his features at your question, the corners of his lips curling in a way that makes your heart beat an extra time. The moonlight glows brighter, like the light of arousal that radiates in your core. He leans in so close you can see the glint of his fangs as he remarks, “Do I make you nervous, darling?”

Instantly you shake your head, but he tilts his head and you know you’ve been caught in your lie. His voice is low and alluring as he continues, “That question was rhetorical. I know what you want, and I know how I can help.”

You feel your breath hitch as he moves closer, mouth mere inches away from yours. He stops just short of kissing you, instead murmuring, “Now here’s the real question. Do you know what I want?”

You shudder as you feel his lips ghosting the shell of your ear. Well, he is an incubus, so, “It’s obvious, is it not? You want sex, don’t you?”

He pulls back for a moment and hums in consideration at your answer, “You’re definitely on the right track, but it’s more…specific, than that.”

Your eyes rove over his form, your pulse quickening as you really take him in. His wings stretch out behind him, and you’re fascinated by the dark rainbow of iridescence that appears on the black feathers, more apparent in the brightening moonlight. His lips are so inviting, the perfect shade of pink and such a beautiful shape, wordlessly enticing you to discover how they feel against yours. The red of his eyes gleams more brilliantly than any ruby, brightened by his carnal hunger and completely fixated on your body. The closer he gets, the more you’re able to see down the front of his vest, and you trace the lines of his pectoral muscles with your line of sight. You take in the hints of his scent that waft to your nose, powerful pheremones making you fuzzy in the head and weak in the knees in an instant. If you didn’t want him before, you certainly want him now, and it takes everything in you not to lick your lips at the absolute vision of lust before you.

“I want to taste you.” He tells you, and you feel yourself getting more aroused by the moment by his deep voice.

“Wait what?” You choke on shock as you try to speak, and your words shake with baffled bashfulness.

Yuta chuckles, brushing the back of his fingers over the curve of your cheek, “Why else do you think I look at you the way I do, like you’re the finest delicacy I’ve ever laid eyes on? I appeared tonight, to see if you taste as good as you look.”

He lays beside you on the bed, with one of his large wings draped over your shoulder. You’re surprised by the sheer warmth you can feel emanating from him, and you find yourself wondering if his body is as solid as it looks. You lean back against the soft canopy of feathers as he continues, “Like I said before, I am here to help. It just so happens that I’ll be getting an incredible meal out of the deal. An orgasm from an incubus happens to be an excellent remedy for night terrors. The more you let me indulge in your ecstasy by night, the more relaxed you’ll be in your waking hours. I can make the fires of euphoric bliss burn so hot, your stress will completely melt away.”

Your breath hitches at his proposal, heat rising to the surface of your cheeks and pooling between your legs. His words are shameless yet sensual, lewd yet refined, and you feel flustered yet flattered. It’s not lost on you that this gorgeous creature of the night, who could feast on any mortal of your choosing, has been ensnared by you, and it turns you on beyond belief.

He raises a brow at your silence, that coy smile beaming at you like a spotlight, “So what do you say? Will you let me feast upon your pleasure?”

You avert your gaze while you consider his offer. Frankly, you’re tired of the stress. You’re tired of dreading going about your day and the restlessness each night. You’re tired of going through life in a constant state of worry and fatigue. You just want to let go and feel something other than panic and dread. You make up your mind, looking right into his eyes as you say, “Yes, I will.”

His lips are so close you can almost taste them, and without thinking you do, leaning forward and sealing your lips in a kiss. He hums, mildly surprised by your forwardness, but he quickly returns the kiss. His hand slides onto the curve of your cheek, thumb brushing along your cheekbone with kiss after deep kiss against your lips. The length of his tongue runs along the seam of your lips, slowly coaxing your mouth open before sliding into the moist cavern. A quiet moan escapes you as he keeps pressing open mouthed kisses to your mouth, tongue sweeping against yours in languid, deliberate strokes. A low hum rumbles in his chest as he holds your face with both hands now, tilting your head back to slide his tongue further into your mouth. His wet muscle maps out the expanse of your mouth slowly and carefully, as if trying to memorize every detail.

His lips linger as he pulls away, and you find yourself chasing them in search of more kisses. “Mmm, your mouth tastes just as good as I expected, so sweet…” He comments when he pulls back, and it takes everything in you not to cum from his words alone. You perk up at his next inquiry, “You never answered my question from earlier. Do you like it when I call you darling?”

You can’t deny the shiver of arousal you feel at the pet name, nor can you deny how your body automatically responds when he refers to you with that term of endearment, “I do. Please keep calling me that.”

“Of course, darling. Now, how do you want me? Do you wish for me to take you while you’re awake, or would you like me to ravage while you slumber?”

The thought is oddly tempting. You know incubi often take mortals in their sleep, which is frankly what you were expecting upon first encountering him. You consider the thought of being able to relax, to lay back and feel while he works your body through orgasm after orgasm, simultaneously taking what he came here for. Is it better to feel it while you sleep and see him in your dreams, or should you be awake to fully experience your first encounter?

As if he can see the gears turning in your mind, he adds, “I can guarantee you some very restful sleep, but this choice is yours.”

“I’m staying up,” You decide, “I want to be sure this isn’t a dream.”

“As you wish.” He purrs, his fingertips brushing against your jaw. You can’t help but lean into his touch. Your lips find his again easily, moans slipping from between your lips against his. He kisses you deeply, passionately, as if you’ve been lovers for years. His hands make their way to your waist, pulling you flush against him. You respond in kind, grasping onto the lapels of his vest, deepening the kisses and indulging in the way his mouth moves against yours. He embraces you, enveloping you in the feathery onyx curtain of his wings, winding his arm around the curve of your waist. With his other hand he holds your face, guiding your head back just a bit, just so he can lick into your mouth. The angle has your mind reeling, and you relax your jaw easily, shamelessly indulging in the slick, wet friction of his tongue running over yours. You can tell licentious yearning fuels his actions, his grasp getting rougher and his tongue getting more incessant by the moment. But there’s an undeniable sense of fastidious care behind his every move. He’s wordlessly telling you that he wants to savor every bite of this meal, and wants to make sure you enjoy this just as much.

You tense when you feel his hand suddenly make its way between your legs. Despite how far gone you are, a lingering tinge of nerves makes you stiffen against him. He picks up on this and immediately halts his motions, staring right into your eyes with a surprisingly earnest gaze.

He gently prompts you to, “Relax for me, darling,” Subtly nudging your legs apart, “I’ve got you.”

He’s done nothing to betray your trust thus far, making sure you were comfortable every step of the way. The intimacy of his embrace insures you that yes, he’s got you, and he’s gonna make sure you feel good. With this thought you nod, letting your legs fall open. He teases your core through your panties with a touch lighter than a feather, a fluttering phantasm of pleasure tracing a sinuous path through you at the action. He lets you lean against his shoulder and keeps going, two fingertips now rubbing slow circles over your clothed clit. Your hips follow the circular motion and chase the sensation, instantly aching for more. He dips his fingers down just enough to feel the wet spot on your panties, and he bites his lip to hold back a poorly concealed moan when he feels just how damp your panties are.

“Looks like you’re more eager than I thought. I love how needy you are.” He remarks, attempting to sound nonchalant, but the roughness in his voice betrays just how turned on he is.

His hand slips under the fabric, having to feel the gathering of your arousal for himself. He moans outright at the heated nectar of anticipation that practically flows onto his fingertips, and you feel his wings flutter as he takes it in. His fingertips dip past your entrance, pushing softly until the flesh gives way to the intrusion, and you both let out moans that harmonize in the air. Instantly, you tilt your hips up into his touch, wanting to feel more. He instead decides to tease and gathers some of the gloss of your exhilaration on his fingers before sliding them through your folds, rubbing your clit in circles. Tilting your head back, you moan in delight, sinking into the bed. He holds you close, swallowing your sounds with a greedy mouth and an even greedier tongue, tasting the pitch of your moans. He alternates between rubbing circles over your bud and letting his fingers slip into your core, responding to the waves of pleasure that flow within you. Pleasure builds within you faster than you thought possible, your heart racing from the excitement. You kiss him back as best you can, but you can feel yourself slipping into the depths of passion, your occasional moans of his name devolve into whines and soft wordless cries, your body trembling from the stimulation that thrums through you in intense, cresting waves, and he works you through it easily. He holds you close the entire time, letting out rough groans of his own as he feels your desire build, feeding off of the energy.

Your thighs tremble as you cum on his fingers. You cry out against his mouth, clutching his arms for purchase as you feel yourself slipping away. He hungrily devours your pleasure, moving his fingers faster, even as you tighten around them in rippling pulsations of ecstasy. He’s never felt this level of satisfaction from a mortal’s orgasm before, and he knows right then and there that he’s going to end up addicted to you.

He licks your release off of his hand with a low, rough groan of approval. His long tongue curls around the digits with a fervent lewdness that makes your face burn and sets your body alight at the eroticism of it all.

“I can't take it anymore, darling.” He slips from your side and between your legs in one smooth motion, making quick work of your panties, “You taste far too delicious, I must have more of you.”

A guttural, animalistic growl emits from him at the sight of your bare, glistening core. His breathing is ragged, his claws digging into your thighs in crescent pinpricks as he grasps your thighs. His composure goes out the window for the moment as he takes in your scent, fervently sniffing between your legs and letting out ragged breaths like a hungry beast. The realization that this otherworldly manifestation of lust is coming completely undone just from looking between your legs makes you clench around nothing. He sees this, sees the quivering of your sensitive flesh, and damn near loses his mind. But what really does him in is when your shameless whimper of, “Please, taste me. I wanna feel your tongue.”

“You’re driving me insane, y’know that darling?” He quips with a growl, his mouth just inches away from your waiting core.

He starts off with meandering strokes of his tongue, taking his time exploring you in slow licks and lapping up the last of your release. With his long tongue, he traces the petals of your blossoming flower, making his way up and down every fold of your core. He takes in the sensation of your heated flesh giving way under his tongue, responding to his every move. His tongue brushes over your clit in a way that makes a delectable wave of pleasure surge up your spine, a high pitched moan making its way past your lips. He easily gives you more of what you want, tracing concentric circles and spirals over your clit. More of your juices flow from you with each lick, and he pulls back for a moment just to admire the sight. He lets his tongue pass over your quivering hole in a single slow, deliberate motion, his gaze burning as he watches the way you arch up off the bed. He keeps licking, letting out little murmurs of how good you taste between frantic caresses of his tongue. Your hips buck up against his mouth, and he lets you indulge, feeding off of your enjoyment.

“Feels so,” You pant out, the words quickly dissolving on the tip of your tongue, “Feels so good. Yuta, please.”

With a growl he dives in deeper, spreading your lower lips with his thumbs. The tip of his tongue dips past your entrance, and his eyes roll back before fluttering shut at the unadulterated taste of your nectar, right from the source. His tongue feels surprisingly thick and the stretch is delicious as he eases it deep inside you, hitting to the contour of your inner walls. The pointed tip finds your sweet spot easily and brushes over it, and your body spasms at the sudden rush of bliss. You grab onto his hair for purchase as he thrusts his tongue in and out of you, caressing the sensitive bundle of nerves deep inside you each time, only pulling out to run his tongue over your clit. He hums profusely as he fucks your dripping core with his tongue, thoroughly enjoying you to his heart’s content. He presses his mouth flush against the mound at the apex of your thighs, his fangs just barely grazing the sensitive flesh every now and again as he devours you.

The pleasure coursing through you is overwhelming, and you feel the tides of wanton bliss pulsing through your core, coating his tongue in more of your arousal. He laps at your folds eagerly, alternating between long drags of his tongue and quick flicks of his tongue tip before sliding his tongue back into your entrance, groaning as he does. Every now and again he pulls back to catch his breath, letting out husky whispers of “You taste fucking amazing” and “Fuck I need more of you” while his wings flare out behind him.

Low grunts and hungry growls ignite sparks that flare at your heat, fanning the flames of erotic indulgence. This otherworldly embodiment of lust eats you out like a starved man, letting out wanton growls between the most raunchy statements you could imagine. You pulse around him, and he responds in kind, intensifying his ministrations and bringing you closer to the edge. You don’t know what gives you more satisfaction; the fact that he’s eating you out like no one ever has, or the fact that he’s getting off to this just as much as you are.

You cry out and arch off the bed as your orgasm takes over your entire body, and Yuta lets out a low whine of his own as you tighten around his tongue, filling his mouth with wave after wave of your release. He slides his tongue out as you come down and licks up the last of your juices, tongue tip flicking over your clit even as you shudder from the oversensitivity. You yelp, overwhelmed by the sensations and start to twist away. But Yuta is quick and grips your hips tighter, tongue moving ever so slowly along your folds, before he snarls, “I’m not done with you yet. I’ve waited for this for far too long, and darling, I plan on devouring you until I’ve had my fill.”

His words send sharp shocks of arousal through you, your breath hitches at the deep tone of his voice. He goes back to licking your core, slower than before, but with just as much passion and fervor behind each lap of his tongue. You’re powerless to do anything but whine and squirm in his grasp, eyes rolling back as a particularly delicious rush of euphoria licks up your spine. Before you know it you feel another orgasm coming on, and Yuta picks up on this too and picks up the pace, hands gripping your thighs harder as he slides his tongue past your entrance.

He licks you through one, two, three more orgasms before you slump against the bed, loudly panting and completely exhausted. By now you’re in complete disarray, hair mussed up and stuck to your forehead with sweat, pajamas wrinkled beyond recognition, panties ruined beyond repair and tossed aside. Your body shudders through the aftershocks of so many orgasms, and it takes a minute before the haze over your eyes lifts and you can focus your vision once more.

You raise your head to look up at him, surprised to find that he’s back to being as composed as when he first appeared within a matter of moments. The only thing that gives away what he’s just done is the way his tongue sweeps over his lips to get every drop of your release before smirking, “You taste so fucking good. Even better than I expected. Absolutely exquisite.”

His lips meet yours once more, and he brings you down from your high with soft kisses. You taste yourself on his tongue, but you don’t mind one bit, pulling him down to lay beside you as you kiss him. You never want this moment to end, feeling more relaxed and content that you have in quite some time. The worry that filled your body with tension has melted away, just as he said, and now all you want to do is kiss him. His hands caress your waist, the gentle action lulling you to a state of relaxation. You feel fatigue set in the longer he kisses you, your grip on his arms loosening, your body beginning to slump into the bed.

“Can I ask a favor?” You murmur as you feel your eyelids growing heavy.

“Of course you can, darling.”

“Can you stay with me?” You request, quickly adding, “Just until I fall asleep?”

No mortal has ever requested that before. You know by the shock that becomes evident on his face. As taken aback as he is, he’s endeared beyond belief. He lifts your chin and looks you in the eye, letting you see the affectionate warmth blossoming within him in his gaze.

“Of course I will.” He assures you with a quick, surprisingly chaste kiss, “I’m not going anywhere.”

You snuggle up to him, basking in his warm embrace. He strokes your back in soothing circles, the motion quickly lulling you to sleep. You fall asleep against his chest, cradled by the shroud of his wings, and he pulls the blanket over your body.

For the first time in weeks, your dreams aren’t plagued by nightmares. Instead, you dream of Yuta, and it’s easily the best sleep you’ve had in a long time.

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dabisqueen · 11 months

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virgin call

Incubus!Dabi x fem!Reader

⇢ word count: roughly 5.7K

⇢ plot: unknowingly, you summon an Incubus. Just smut, no plot.

⇢ warnings: 18+, minors DNI, the reader is a bit under the influence of incubus aphrodisiacs, oral (m receiving), throat bulge, deep throatpie, oral (f receiving), size kink, belly bulge, cum kink, breeding (kink), loss of virginity, mentions of blood, kind of consensual unprotected sex (maybe dubcon) an*l sex, overstimulation, multiple creampies, double-dick

⇢ personal note: it just came over me because an anon mentioned this… thank you! Submitted to the "ℭ𝔬𝔫𝔣𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔰" collab by @/nymphoheretic

Thanks to @/blankexpressions-and-falsefires for being my beta again– you're my writing-soulmate! 😘

Your attempt at conjuring a spirit went– let's just say, it was pretty unspectacular. After having set up everything, and singing the summoning chant—

—nothing happened.

So here you find yourself kneeling on the floor, trying to scratch the spilled wax off the cheap linoleum tiles with your chalk and salt-stained fingers. The only thing spectacular about this summoning is the mess it had produced.

If only you had summoned a cleaning spirit.

You sigh. It is just another sign pointing to your miserable life. This project has been a disaster– like everything else in your life. You have no friends, can't keep a single plant alive in your apartment, only have a low-paying job as a cashier and—

—you're still a virgin at age 22.

So much for not being pathetic.

You exhale in frustration, finally managing to clean up everything and pull the faded rug back into its place.

After disposing of the remnants of your failed invocation, you take a quick shower and go to bed. Turning off the light of the crooked bedside lamp, you sink your head onto your pillow and close your eyes.

So precious. I want to make you mine.

You sit up in bed, taking several heaving breaths, sleep still fogging your brain as the echoes of that voice continue to linger in your ears. Confusion washes over you as you come to realize that it's night and you are in your room, having just woken from a dream.

So sweet—

That low sultry voice speaks again, close to your ear– and you jolt. You swear you can feel the warmth of a breath on your skin. You spin, panic rising in your stomach. Yet, as you look around you, the full moon outside only casts its dim light on the scarce pieces of furniture that you own.

There is no one in the room with you and no evidence that there ever has been. Still, you swear you heard a voice. After your beating heart calms down again, you convince yourself that it was just a vivid illusion, caused by your earlier attempts at spiritualism. You lay down, tucking yourself in again for the night, until sleep finally takes over.

It starts like feathers on your skin, traveling up your exposed arms, your inner thighs. It makes you squirm in your sheets when more of them trail up your naked stomach, tracing the fullness of your breasts before grazing your hardening nipples. They feel like fingers, dozens of them, sliding over your body, making you squirm in your bed, an unknown heat starting to settle in your core.

The fingers are reaching for you, their tips ghosting over the skin of your naked body. These sensations take over your mind when they start running over the points of your body that are most sensitive, concentrating their effort on heightening your growing pleasure. You feel wetness pool in your underwear, dripping down your thighs.

You can barely process these sensations, your mind lagging, clouded. All these fingers on your skin– you are overwhelmed by how good it feels, each touch more intense than the next. They graze over your nipples again, perking them into sensitive little nubs while you get wetter and wetter. It is so much that the pleasure converges, sparks starting to ignite in your core.

The fingers continue to touch — so eager on your skin, heightening every little jolt of pleasure. A little shock runs down your spine and you whimper. This feels too real as if it isn't a dream at all. You are so close. If only a few more minutes—

Do you want to cum?

The voice is there again. Too taken up by pleasure, your mind is starting to float somewhere above your body, far away. You writhe and gasp between moans, “Yes.”

The voice chuckles. The fingers intensify their ministrations and you arch.

What will you do for me to fulfill this wish?

You are succumbing to a fog of heavy desire. Before your pleasure peaks into a white-hot light, you scream, “Everything!”

You wake up, a thin sheen of sweat covering your body, the afterglow of your orgasm still rippling through you, making your soaked pussy throb. Your heart is pounding loudly in your ears

Yet, not solely from the pleasure– it's also from the feeling that something is off.

A dark, silky voice breaks through the darkness– the same voice that spoke to you in your dreams.

"Did you enjoy that?"

Your eyes widen, the mental fog clinging to you slowly dissipating. As they adjust to the darkness, you see him standing at the side of your bed. He is strikingly handsome, sensually carnal. His great black wings unfurl and span the width of your small apartment. Patches of gnarled purple skin adorning his face and body are complemented in color by horns protruding from the top of his head, nestled amidst inky black windstrewn hair.

But his most breathtaking feature isn't the wings or the horns. It is his piercing blue eyes that seem to glow in the darkness. The intensity of his gaze sends a shiver up your spine. That and the fact that he is–

–completely and shockingly naked.

Your gaze drops instantly, yet not without having peeked at his massive flaccid cock, hanging heavy and thick between his thighs.

He tilts his head down at you imperiously, his lips upturning in a mockery of a smile. "Like what you see?"

You gasp and blink, trying to ignore the rising blush on your face. He steps closer, smirking down at you, looking every bit sinful. He radiates such sexual confidence that it has you taking shallow breaths, chills of pleasure arise in your body as wetness resumes pooling in your underwear.

Propping yourself up on your elbows, you try to ignore your body's reaction, mumbling dazedly. "Who are you?"

He tilts his head, drawing attention to the set of horns on his head. You stare as piercing blue eyes take you in. "You summoned me, sweetheart. You should know."

His seductive, low voice surrounds you, floats through you, and seeps into your brain.

"I w-what?" You ask, dumbly.

He just smirks. It takes you a moment to realize what he is saying. But then it hit you.

The conjuring.

"I didn't think that—" Blinking slowly, you stare at him. "I mean, I wanted to summon a spirit— not a demon."

“You don’t even know what you’ve invoked, do you, little human?” He purrs, his husky voice so pleasing to hear.

“N-no,” you admit.

He moves faster than you anticipate, the mattress dipping under his weight as he suddenly hovers above you.

"Sweetheart, when a virgin is calling a spirit, you know there's only one creature answering her calls." His face aligns beside yours, his lips brushing the rim of your ear as he whispers, "An incubus."

Your heart races a million miles a minute as you clench your thighs to suppress the throb between them.

"And now that I am here," he straightens up and grins down at you devilishly, "I'll have you take responsibility for stirring up a thirsty one."

The way his voice sounds through you causes your core to pound with pleasure. Goosebumps rise on your skin and even more wetness pools in your panties. A sinful moan rips from your mouth as he chuckles, low and seductive.

“What is happening to me?” You ask.

“You're in the presence of an incubus. Your body is reacting–" He tilts his head, deep azure irises tracing the features of your face. “Cause it knows it's mine."

“It's– I'm not…" you whisper, clenching your thighs in an attempt to keep the heat at bay.

"Aw, little thing," A low chuckle rumbles through his chest. "There's nothing you can do about it.”

You slowly scramble backward in an attempt to get away from him– until suddenly you can't go any further and your back is pressed against the headboard.

His smirk never breaks as the demon moves, one large, claw-tipped hand closing in on you. You inhale sharply as it hooks under the seam of your shirt, pulling it down and taut– before you hear the fabric rip. His claws keep slicing your shirt to pieces across your front, making your breasts spill out.

"You will only come for me," he muses, "on my cock, from now on."

Oh god…

You have no thoughts, the chill of the cool air drifting over your skin making your nipples bud up. You suck in a sharp breath, another surge of heat rippling through your body.

"I fulfilled my part of the bargain, now it's your turn—” his eyes rake down your body like a caress, stopping at the point where your legs converge. "You will be bred, filled with my seed."

Despite the ominous threat, you can't help a moan from bubbling up your throat, your pussy throbbing at his words.

“I-I don't want that!” You stammer, swallowing thickly.

“Oh doll, your body is telling me otherwise.” he chuckles, deep blue eyes twinkling. “You're aroused just by the thought of it. I can smell your slick, feel the heat of your cunt.”

Oh boy is he right.

He moves close and, looking down at you, leans forward, one hand supporting his weight on the side of your body while the other traps your jaw underneath his clawed fingers, propping it up, forcing you to make eye contact with him. The sharp horns crowning his head loom over you and block out the dim light of the moon, making the demon's eyes gleam.

"You will beg–" You can see his azure irises swirl, drawing you in, "–beg me to fill you up, over and over again."

At his words, the ache in your core grows even more intense. Your pussy pulses with desire, releasing another surge of slick. You feel it dripping out and down your ass while he chuckles deeply.

"N-No—" You lie– obviously.

An unreadable expression crosses his face, then he gives you a wicked smirk before he dips down, hovering his mouth over yours.

"Oh, you will…" You can feel his hot breath fanning your lips, seeping into your lungs like an aphrodisiac.

You inhale deeply, his scent intoxicating. It has your blood buzzing in your veins and brings a pleasurable fog rolling into your head until it spins. Your pupils start to dilate, the heat inside your core burns unlike anything you have ever felt before and a deep moan erupts from you. Totally delirious, you can't stop the drool from spilling past the corners of your mouth, your core getting wetter by the second.

You realize that you want this– you want this so badly. His presence, his scent, his voice… all about him just makes you feel pleasure– yet you want to feel more than that. You want to feel everything. It's then you know that he owns you.

“Please…" you moan.

"Please what?" Knowingly, his soft lips brush yours, sending fiery-hot sparks through your body.

"Please pleasure me." You sob, desperately.

He sits back on his heels, smirking, the cock between his thighs now fully erect. You blink as you stare at it. It is huge, the thick crown of it a reddish hint, leaking so much precum, it trickles down its underside, dripping onto the sheets.

“Come here.” He crooks his fingers.

Part of you wants to fight it– the pull you feel toward him. But your body reacts on its own, crawling –no– gravitating toward him without conscious thought. He palms the erection standing proud and stiff between his legs while watching you from above, eyes heavy with lust. His free hand rises to wrap around your throat.

“Open.” He demands, the other hand holding the base of his thick cock.

Obediently, you open your mouth, sticking out your tongue. The head of his cock, hot and heavy, slips between your lips and sits thick on your wet muscle.

“Close.” He growls and you do, wrapping your lips around him.

The incubus' scent is intoxicating down here, the taste of his precum delicious and salty. Without conscious thought, your eyes flutter shut as your tongue swirls around his cockhead, greedily dipping into the slit.

The demon grits his teeth, baring his canines. His hands go to the sides of your head, long fingers tangling into your hair to shove you down his shaft. A whine rips from your throat and you gag the first time his cock touches the back of your throat.

“Suck it,” he commands, tilting his head.

You raise your hazy eyes, misted by tears, to see the demon staring down at you with hungry eyes while his hips start to move forward and back slowly, restlessly.

He's gentle, yet commanding and you love it. You've never felt so wanted or needed. With your lips coated in a mixture of precum and spit, he starts thrusting forward harder now, his clawed hands holding you in place. Each time you sink even further down on his cock, swallowing every inch that fits into you.

He goes deeper with each thrust, making sure his size hits the back of your throat every time. And even though you're being painfully stretched, all you feel is pleasure, delicious and intense, and a pooling between your legs. Still, the incubus gazes down at you with a frown, despite your best efforts.

“You can do better,” he coaxes. "Relax."

With that, he bucks his hips forward, holding them there, as you gag and sputter around his length. His grip on your hair tightens, and with a final desperate breath of air, you relax your jaw and his cock slips into your throat with ease.

“Such a good girl,” the demon purrs as your nose grazes the unruly patch of hair at the base of his cock, your throat bulging.

Tears spill down your cheeks as he starts moving again, the wet slap of his constant thrusting filling the otherwise quiet room.

With his slow yet steady rhythm, you get used to his length sliding into you, learning how to breathe despite his intrusion.

“You’re taking me so well.” His brilliant turquoise eyes gaze down at you, your throat tightening around him at his praise.

Your lips stretch around the thick girth of his cock while warm spit dribbles from your mouth and covers your chin, building a sticky mess at the base of his cock. Your fingers grasp uselessly at his thigh while he uses you to chase his high. In that moment, he, his scent, and his heat become your very essence.

Looking up at him from beneath wet lashes, you distantly feel his thrusts becoming more erratic, turning into a rough grinding in your mouth, when he orders. “Now, swallow.”

It takes one, two thrusts before he stills, the obscene bulge in your throat proof of how deep he is buried inside of you. You don't taste it, just feel him spill his hot seed down your throat. His cock continues to twitch, unloading into you, filling your belly until you feel it stretch obscenely.

“Take it like the good girl you are," he purrs, "Take all of my cock.”

You obediently do, struggling not to gag around him, trying to take short shallow breaths through your nose.

Eventually, his cock slides heavily out of you, leaving a glistening string of saliva and cum connecting you. Sputtering and coughing, you try to catch your breath. The demon looks at you before one hand comes up to cradle your head, the other brushing soothingly over your hair. “You've done so well for me, little human.”

His thumb trails over your chin, wiping the drool off before he dips down, kissing your cheeks, lapping up all the salty tears that wet your face.

"Ah– virgin tears are so delicious," the incubus croons.

You let out a soft sob, leaning into his touch before he retreats, taking you in with glowing blue eyes and you shiver at the hunger you see in them.

Without warning, his mouth crashes on yours, hungry and demanding. He knows what he's doing– devouring your lips– and you can't help but moan, making his hot wet tongue slip into your mouth. The fire in you keeps burning as you lean into him, his lips dancing against yours. One hand raises to the side of your face, his fingers curl into your hair, angling your face to meld your lips deeper against his. He kisses with so much fervor now that he almost consumes you. You shudder against his kiss, your mind heavily clouded and you moan into his mouth, making him groan. He releases you, pulling back.

“Fuck, you’re too delicious." His eyes glow bright, filled with lust. "Now, it's time to fill you up, my little human."

His palm lays flat on your chest and he pushes you back until you drop on the mattress. He eyes your heaving breasts hungrily before leaning down to take a nipple into his mouth, sucking harshly, then soothing over it with his tongue.

“Oh God,” You let out a choked breath, half delirious.

"You can just call me Dabi." The demon chuckles against your skin, his scorching tongue swirling around your nub.

He casts you a darkly amused look and continues his ministrations until you are a writhing mess underneath him. Slithering down your body, his large hands grip your thighs and shove them further apart. He nuzzles your inner thighs, closing his eyes to inhale the scent of your arousal.

“Doll, who knew– you're at your peak.” His dark eyes rise to your face and he gives you a sharp smile. “My seed is gonna take perfectly.”

You pant heavily as he hooks a claw through the top of your panties and, pulling down, slices the fabric open, his eyes drifting to your exposed cunt. Dabi licks his lips and with a pleased purr, he bends his head, sliding his raspy tongue along your folds. It's hot and wet, as he gathers your slick on it, tasting your reaction to him before he fastens his mouth over it to suck at your soaked pussy.

You nearly keen off the bed, mouth falling open in a gasp of shocked pleasure, writhing in his firm grip. Dabi keeps tasting you, licking from the source of your heat all the way up to your clit, sucking your tender bud into his mouth as you squirm on the bed.

You whimper and squeeze your eyes shut– but all of a sudden, the sensation is gone, replaced by a sharp sting as Dabi spanks your clit.

“Eyes on me, doll,” the demon growls, baring his teeth.

Your eyes instantly shoot open, not wanting to disappoint– and a satisfied smirk spreads across his face.

"Good girl," he intones huskily, running his hand soothingly over your hips.

His voice is lust-saturated, sending hot arousal pooling in your gut, making your body thrum with need. It is a feeling you've never felt before. His eyes never leave yours as he drags the flat of his tongue up and down your core before nibbling and sucking at your over-sensitive nub. His palms trail up your sides to cup your breasts, squeezing them, like he's anchoring himself. Taking your nipples between his claw-tipped fingers, he rolls them between them, as he starts alternating between sucking and lapping at your swollen clit.

You are so overstimulated, the pleasure you feel a mix of ecstasy and agony. You sob and beg– yet your pleas go ignored. Dabi continues eating you out, sending desire running down your spine and pooling in your core. You start bucking into his face, needing more of this. Then a white heat flares up in your core and your thoughts are cut off by the force of your orgasm. You can't stop your eyes from rolling to the back of your skull, your mouth hanging open in a silent moan as the blinding pleasure rips through your body like lightning. The incubus pulls back to look down at the mess he made of you, how you lay below him, your body slick with sweat. Pleasure still rolls through your limbs, fogging your brain and vision and you barely register the demon as he hovers above you,

"I'm gonna fuck you until my cock is the only thing you can think of." His words send shivers up your spine.

You can't suppress it, your body wants just one thing– him. Your legs fall open, sinfully, and he slowly slots his body between your thighs, a claw-tipped hand running affectionately over your hair. He dips down, eagerly latching his lips on the pulsating vein on your neck, and pleasure floods your limbs, making it seep out of you. You feel his warmth pressed against you as he starts to gather your essence on his shaft. He grinds his hard dick against your swollen folds, mixing it with the copious amounts of precum that leak from his tip.

“This pussy– this body– they are mine,” he growls against your skin. "I'm gonna breed you now, claim you as mine."

"Dabi, please—" you sob, writhing in heat below him., "I-I can't."

"Yes, you can, my little human," he looks down at you with cerulean-colored eyes, "And you will."

A moan breaks from your lips, becomes a shudder as the pleasure intensifies with him thrusting along your folds now, spreading precum all over you. The endorphins flooding your system heighten your desires, overwhelming your doubts, and the urge to have his massive cock deep inside you becomes unbearable.

As if he can read your mind, he purrs, lazily, “Want my cock?”

"Yes please–" you whine, needily.

"How badly?" His voice is seductive, low, and husky.

"I need it!" It feels like you're burning up inside.

You gasp heavily when his hands sneak around your hips, pulling you up to align his throbbing cock at your entrance.

Dabi's smoldering blue eyes snap up to meet yours. "Are you ready to be bred?"

Part of you still screams no, yet your body desires otherwise. Your core is dripping, the sheets below you soaked. Your skin is hot, sweaty, and sensitive– and it feels like molten lava flows through your veins. You need him inside of you. It feels like a deeply seeded instinct to have this man– this demon– fill you up. Through teary eyes, you look at him. Dabi is so incredibly breathtaking– his chiseled features and captivating aura, his piercing blue eyes that are trained on you.

"Please, fuck me." You sob deliriously. "Fill me up."

"Good girl." The demon chuckles, his posture dominating as he begins pushing his hips forward.

The bulbous head of his dick presses against your passage before it pops in. You cry out, the stretch of his girth immense. Dabi quickly hits resistance but with another quick roll of his hips, it gives. Your cries turn into desperate moans as the demon keeps shoving himself further inside, slowly disappearing inside of you, inch by inch. His massive cock spreads you apart, forcing your walls outward. The stretch feels amazing and you can't stop yourself from succumbing to the intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure all in one. The second he bottoms out, you almost pass out.

"Ah– virgin pussy is simply the best," he groans, watching how your eyes roll back, his cock outlined in your tummy as your pussy keeps quivering around him.

After a few much-needed moments for you to adjust to his size, he pulls out. He looks down watching how his cock comes out, covered in your slick mixed with the color of crimson. Nudging the tip at your entrance, he spears into you with one swift thrust and you cry out again. The sudden sensation of being filled sends shockwaves of pleasure through your body. He’s so big, so long and thick– the feeling so intense. The demon smirks at your reaction and starts to thrust into you now, drawing sweet cries of pleasure from your mouth as you writhe beneath him.

“Such a fine cunt.” he inhales a sharp breath from between gritted teeth. “All mine.”

Your pussy is dripping onto his dick, lubricating it as he fucks you– hard, deep strokes that bring you closer and closer. You keep tightening up around him with each move, pleasure and pain wrecking your body and mind.

Dabi’s face moves close to yours, as he stares at you with lust and hunger, a predatory smirk on his lips that makes your belly churn. Every thrust is so delicious, amazing. You want more. Your incubus keeps whispering dirty nothings about breeding you, punctuating his words with powerful thrusts, all while his essence keeps sloshing around in your belly.

It's so obscene—

—yet so good.

He’s still sneering down at you when the tension builds up so high that you can’t take it anymore. It bursts, sending waves of pleasure shooting through you. Dabi continues to pound into you, your eyes rolling back, your walls clenching up around his cock again.

The incubus hisses, feeling you tighten around him. He keeps pleasuring your puffy cunt, balls slapping against your butt every time he sinks in, impossibly deep. The grip on your hips tightens, sharp claws digging into your flesh, piercing through skin until small drops of blood appear. But you're too out of it to feel pain– you just feel bliss.

Lifting your ass, his cock starts stroking along a spot inside of you that has your vision turn white. Dabi seems delirious as he stares down at where you both are connected. The wet sounds of him drilling into your pussy fill the room as he keeps impaling you on his cock over and over again. The little brain you have left working properly knows you’re a mess below him— drool running down your cheeks, tears cascading down your temples, dampening the pillow beneath you. And yet here he is, smirking down at you with no sign of exhaustion at all. It's quite the opposite to you– he seems to glow, a blue aura surrounding him that seems to flicker around his body and wings like caressing flames.

His hands slide to your thighs, pushing your legs back against your shoulders. You feel him slide his cock insanely deep, deeper than before– in a way that didn't seem possible. Each stroke into your convulsing hole is more intense, pouring more overwhelming sensations into your body. You’re moaning obscenely, with your insides stuffed impossibly full.

"I'm going to cum, precious." He warns. "Gonna fill you up. Are you ready?"

"Yes!" You moan needily.

"Yes, what?" He asks again.

"Come inside of me," you gasp for breath, struggling to think clearly, "Fill me up and breed me!"

"Good girl." He growls sensuously, sultry and low. "Gonna fuck my seed into you—"

He thrusts deeply one more time, and you shatter into a million pieces. Your pussy clamps down on his length almost painfully, milking him, and the incubus hisses. His wings extend fully, spanning the width of your small apartment bedroom as he throws his head back in ecstasy. His cock seems to swell before he releases rope after rope of his thick hot cum into your waiting womb.

"Ah yes," he groans. "Take it all— carry my offspring."

You hear his words but they're drowned by your pleasure, unable to comprehend the consequences of them. You are too far gone, head lolling and drool dripping from your mouth. Dabi stays buried inside you, copious amounts of cum pooling out at the base of his cock. The blue glow emanating from his body intensifies from all of the energy he's drained from you. You feel him, still hard, still ready for more and it sends sparks shooting in your brain.

"That's gotta do it," your incubus leans down to whisper against your ear, "But better to be safe than sorry, right?"

And with that, Dabi grabs you by your hips and flips you over. One hand clutches your neck to press your head into the sheets, the other lifts your ass up. Between one heartbeat and the next, he is looming over you. In your lust-fogged mind, you feel the heat of not just one but two dicks as he rubs them along your seam, coating himself in the ample mixture of your slick and his release.

"W-what…" you murmur, exhausted, face half buried in your sheets.

"Didn't know incubi could change form, huh?" He intones and you feel the pressure at your holes increase.

"Dabi—" you whine and try to wiggle your ass away from him. "It won't fit—"

He grips your hips, holding you in place, dwarfing you in your attempt to get away from him. Your breathing stutters as you tense up.

"Shh, doll, it's ok," Dabi soothes in his deep voice. It causes your pussy to quiver in anticipation despite the fear lacing your mind.

He dives forward, his canines grazing against the supple skin of your neck before he shifts closer to your ear and whispers, "Relax and give yourself to me."

At his words, you allow yourself to loosen up and he begins to press himself against you in earnest. With a grunt, he breaches your virgin asshole while his lower cock slides into your gaping pussy. You cry out in an exquisite mix of pleasure and pain and your hips flex in his hold. He holds you there, keeps you stretched around the fattest part of his cockhead, while you bite into your bedsheets, tears breaching your lash line.

Slowly, you get used to the stretch and the pain gradually changes into something else, something more pleasurable. Then, with one swift thrust, he drives himself fully into you, sheathing his two cocks into you at once. It sends tremors throughout your body before another rush of endorphins hits you like a wave. It's unlike anything you've ever felt before, and you moan his name as he withdraws and pushes into you again.

Dabi sets a demanding pace, and all you can do is fist the sheets as he rides you, pumping both dicks into you with vigor. The way he fills you feels obscene, his two cocks hitting you so deep. He's hitting spots that feel more amazing than anything you've felt before. You can feel the pressure building inside you and arch, pushing back into him. His pace quickens, and he fucks you with such force the bed creaks. This would normally concern you– if your brain were properly functioning.

"Your holes feel so perfect, little one," he groans, as he pulls out and drives into you again, hard, turning your whimpers into broken moans. "The best ones I've ever had–"

Your brain is shut down, little hiccups escaping you as your body moves solely on instinct. On lust. Another gush of slickness gets you even wetter, the messy slick sounds of your holes sucking him in echoing through the room. His hands close in on your neck, pressing you down as he pumps into you, your ass clenching around him as your pussy tightens around his cock. Your cheeks burn, your mouth opens in a silent moan and in the back of your head, you feel a powerful orgasm building.

"I'm gonna cum, doll." Dabi groans.

He lightly circles your swollen clit with the tip of his clawed finger, pushing you beyond a point you've never been before. With his next thrust, you feel your core convulse with a force unbeknown to you. Your mouth opens in a silent cry, no longer able to speak as the pressure throbbing between your legs releases and you feel yourself come undone. Clear liquid gushes from your core and drips onto the sheets below. Dabi lets out a low growl when he reaches his climax, driving himself in to the hilt, pumping his cum into your pussy and asshole. Your belly starts pudging outwards as his burning hot release floods your insides and you topple over the edge yet again, your holes milking his cocks for all their seed. His pace staggers and slows until eventually, he pulls out, glancing down to scrutinize the mess dripping out of your two holes onto the drenched mess of your bed sheets.

"I have to admit," he pants, the corners of his lips quirking up, "You're the best I've ever had."

He finalizes his statement with another solid plow forward.

For the rest of the night, the incubus plays with your body, making you cum until you lose count of how many times he shattered your world. Your holes are left creamy and white from every load he unleashes into you. Your eyes are stuck permanently in the back of your head from the constant pleasure wrecking your body. Your brain is non-functional, and your body is completely and utterly overwhelmed by the sheer number of times you came. The sun is just beginning to rise when he finally retreats and you slump bonelessly onto the bed, your entire body aching. The sheets beneath you are drenched with your sweat and your combined release. Dabi watches you intently, alternating between stroking your hair and your cheek. His wings come to shelter your body, their warm leathery skin gently caressing your form.

"You did well for me, little one." Leaning over you, his lips brush your ear as he croons seductively into your ear, "I think, I will take you with me. I sense that my seed has taken and I can’t bear to part with such a perfect little human."

You should be upset over these final words, retaliate against their implications. Yet all you feel is drowsiness and absolute bliss. Being filled with his warm essence, your lips pull up into a soft, satisfied smile and your eyes slip closed, exhaustion finally taking over.

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