Yoongi stared at Namjoon, naked as the day he was born, legs open and little red bow around the root of his cock "were we not talking about sex?" he realised that something was probably very wrong, and maybe... he should have but on some clothes.
"You said you needed help!" The vet didn't seem to know where to look cause every time he tried to look away, he kept looking back at the man cock... so big.
"We were flirting!"
"I thought your dog was sick!"
"Oh..."
How Yoongi ended up there was a long story that started 2 months earlier.
Yoongi loved his dog. There were no words in any language from any culture that could possibly explain just how much he loved his dog. That was why when he started whining and avoiding putting pressure on one of his legs, he panicked.
He didn't care about work. He didn't care about the damn speed limit. All he cared about was making sure that his queen had everything he needed and that he was healthy. Luckily the nurses at the vet office he barged into, only minutes after it opened up, found a man caring about his dog so much cuter than they found him crazy.
Yoongi wasn't sure if it was him or if it was Min Holly they found cute, but he would take what he could get as long as it got his puppy looked at. It was his first time at this specific veterinarian, but he knew that it had great reviews, one of the reasons he had chosen the place.
Still, what he expected from the vet himself, this Kim Namjoon was an old grumpy fart of a woman, but with a kind of aura there to help all the animals and be a fairy goddess. What he did not expect... was an actual god look at him.
The man who was looking over Min Holly was tall, much taller than Yoongi himself, and well above the average. Strong and distinct bone structure, a cute nose and deep dimples when he had smiled at Yoongi, telling him that he was gonna be fine.
Oh god, his voice, his voice was deep and warm, like liquid amber that Yoongi wanted to be buried in. His dark brown eyes were so kind and sweet as he placed a hand on Yoongi's shoulder in a sweet as if to make sure that Yoongi knew Min Holly would be fine.
Clearly, the man thought that Yoongi's speechlessness came from him being so worried about his dog, while yes, he was distraught. It was also just because this man just couldn't be human.
How did he look so good? How did he work with animals, but still have this soft, always present smell of vanilla that made Yoongi want to bury his face between the man's very present (and very gorgeous, and very big ) pectoral muscles and happily die there? His hair was bleached blonde but closer to white than the yellow that so many would often get after bleach. Plus, it looks so full and glossy, not dry in the least, and made Yoongi want to, no need to , feel it under his fingers. Would it be as soft as it looked? Was it filled with product? Or did it just naturally fall in the perfect and flattering style it was in?
Yoongi had so many questions to ask and no damn idea of where to even start as the man, Namjoon, examined Min Holly's paw with careful hands.
Oh god, his hands, his hands were big, not as long fingered as Yoongi's own, but it was close. Still, he managed to hold and treat the puppy so softly and so carefully.
If that wasn't a sign enough that Namjoon was a damn angel, then the fact that Min Holly was completely calm in his hands, something he never was with a stranger, and he even licked him on the nose!
Yes, Yoongi had to try very hard not to coo at that, especially as Namjoon went cross-eyed trying to look at the spot where he had just been licked. After a thorough look over and a treat, the tiny puppy was given back to him, "he is just fine."
"But he was limping!" even if this man looked like an angel, maybe he was a bad vet? Now that would actually be depressing. Then again, you couldn't have everything. That would be unfair "he had an injury a few months ago! Maybe it got bad again."
"Or maybe he is a very clever dog." Namjoon bopped him on his little snout, earning a yip from the pup. His voice was soft, and he didn't seem to be making fun of Yoongi "he is faking it. He saw how much attention you paid to him during his injury, and he probably just wanted it again. There is nothing wrong with his paw."
Yoongi couldn't stop himself from looking betrayed at Min Holly. He had rushed all the way here cause he wanted more attention? He had cut years of his lifespan in half by the sheer panic he had created inside of him "he... what?" He brought Min Holly up so he could look at him in his tiny puppy eyes. He didn't even have the decency to look ashamed. Goddamn it. He was really gonna be the death of him, wasn't he?
And he would welcome it. Damn it, he was so weak for him.
"Faking it, don't worry, at least he will be fine." pulling off his gloves and putting away some of the tools he had been using to examine his with, he gave him another treat.
"Thank you, Doctor Kim." Yoongi couldn't help but feel a little ashamed that he overlooked the fact that his own puppy was faking being sick.
Namjoon just shrugged "don't worry about it, and please, just Namjoon. Doctor Kim makes me feel so old, and I really don't want to go casket shopping yet." the man teased in a light tone before reaching for a bowl on his table "want a lolly? We normally reserve them for children, sometimes you would think it was them who needed medical care, not their pets. Still, I think you have deserved something." for just a second, Yoongi thought he saw something in Namjoon's eyes, something... inhumane.
It was gone before he could look too closely for it, or maybe it wasn't, and he was just distracted by the gut-punch of want that settled in his stomach. It wasn't for lollies. Then it slammed into him exactly what Namjoon had said: "are you calling me short!?" Yoongi couldn't help but sputter out. He hated when people teased him about my age.
"And if I am?" Namjoon was leaning against the wall now, a grin on those pretty lips and humour in his eyes. The way he was leaning against the solid white wall made his tanned skin and long, lean body stand out even more, and Yoongi kinda wanted to just stare like he was an artwork.
It did not get bettered when he plopped a pink lollipop into his mouth, wrapping his tongue around for just a short second, eyes still locked on Yoongi.
Yoongi almost lost his train of thought, almost forgot what they were arguing about as he fell over his own words "I am average for a Korean male!" he did stomp in the ground like a child cause that is not what you do in front of hot attractive men.
"Good to know that you are average." Namjoon teased one last time before reaching for a lollipop. "Now take the damn lolly, they are good, and you look as if you are about to pop a blood vessel."
Yoongi almost spluttered, taking the lolly "what happened to the well-behaved doctor who was just taking care of my puppy?"
Just smiling like an angel Namjoon shrugged "you are not my patient, he is, plus I think you like it." The last sentence was said in a completely different tone, which seemed to catchNamjoon himself off guard as he shook his head. "I am sorry?" his tone was weird as he continued ", that was very inappropriate, and I am sorry. I have no idea what just came over me."
Well, Yoongi could cum over him, but that was probably just as much not appropriate as what Namjoon had said "it's okay, I should go uhm..." he awkwardly pointed towards the door.
"Talk to my secretary " Namjoon nodded, his tanned cheeks flushed a light rose colour as he gave Yoongi one last smile "and I am genuinely sorry about that, I promise I am not normally this way."
Yoongi believed him. The man genuinely seemed so sorry and awkward, even if Yoongi hadn't minded.
He felt as if he were in a daze the rest of the day. Everything he did somehow reminded him of Namjoon, which was crazy. He hadn't talked that much with the man! He had even kept the stick of the lollipop.
Staring at it on the table, he could feel Holly stare at him judgingly, and he couldn't even blame him, "this is all your fault, you know." the little puppy yipped in displeasure, clearly not agreeing with him about exactly who had the blame for this.
"No, this is your fault! You were the one who faked illness because you are a damn diva who wanted attention!" Yoongi could not believe that he was arguing with his dog, who very much did not understand Korean.
Another yip and Yoongi just sighed, going back to staring at the lollipop stick as it had personally offended him "okay, maybe it's partially my fault for staring at him like he is a piece of meat! But it is mostly your fault that he now thinks we are creepy."
Another yip.
Throwing his hand up in disbelief, Yoongi could not believe he had just lost an argument WITH HIS OWN DOG "okay, so it's my fault that he thinks we..." he got interrupted by a yip "okay! That I am creepy!"
He seemed happy with that as he jumped up onto his lap to curl up. Almost seeming to try and tell him that he was proud of him for admitting this to himself. Yoongi just sighed, petting him "you should be damn happy I am not sending you to the glue factory." his dark eyes looked up at him "okay, maybe I wouldn't ever do that. Why are you so damn pushy?"
He didn't get an answer, not that he expected to, as he reminded himself that Holly really did not speak human language, and he was acting like a crazy person.
Namjoon wouldn't leave his mind. No matter what Yoongi did, there was something in him that just kept thinking about the man. The lines of his body, the curves of his small, the sweetness of his smell, the teasing tone to his voice.
Yoongi couldn't let it go, and he just... wanted.
The thing was that Namjoon probably already thought him just a bit crazy, and while the man had definitely flirted with Yoongi in the end, he also seemed unaware of it. Like it was something that had come out against his will, something he didn't have control over.
There was just something about, something that didn't make sense, something Yoongi was missing, and he wanted to find it out. He needed to see Namjoon again, something the very wet dreams he had been having very much agreed to.
Never before had he had such vivid dreams. Yoongi had never been good at remembering his dreams to start with. It was different with these dreams, these dreams about Namjoon, he could remember every second of them, and he seemed to have much more control in them than he normally had over his dream self. Which meant that his dream-self had fucked Namjoon on every single surface his mind could come up with.
Every part of his apartment in his dream had been violated, every place of his studio had been violated, Namjoon's clinic just as violated. Yoongi's dream version of himself somehow had more sex than Yoongi himself had ever had, and it was all with Namjoon.
He had to see him again. There was no doubt about it. Yoongi had to see him again. Just how was the real question.
Holly turned out to be a real wingman. Of course, this time, Yoongi knew that he was faking it, but he chose to take it as an excuse and a sign that he should go see Namjoon again. This time tho, he tried to look less like a frazzled mess but still worried. He was in one of his nice button-ups, the one that Hoseok always said made his eyes look nice. It was nice, but not too nice to be out of place, and he made sure to check that his hair wasn't a damn haystack.
Giving himself one last look in his phone mirror, he strutted into the vet for another appointment. Holly, bless his soul, was still eagerly playing sick. Yoongi was starting to think that he might actually need to start an acting career for his dog, which maybe that was a little weird, but he couldn't find it in himself to actually care. Holly was a dang queen, and Yoongi loved him for it.
The clinic was mostly empty when he got there, so it didn't take Yoongi long to be able to see Namjoon. The tall vet looked a little surprised to see him. "I didn't expect you to see you back so early. Is Holly okay?" Oh god, Namjoon remembered his dog's name. They had to get married now. The man was perfect, and the only right option moving forward was marriage.
The rest of the appointment went as the first one. Yoongi's hungry eyes went over Namjoon as the man moved around, checking over the little white pup. Of course, Namjoon was quick to figure out that Holly had once again tricked Yoongi, but this time Yoongi didn't feel too bad about it as he just nodded. He was glad to get to see Namjoon again.
There was a bit more flirting going on, and Yoongi knew he wasn't mistaken when he saw Namjoon's eyes run over his body. He tried his damned best to not blush and instead look confident when Namjoon's eyes rested just a second too long at his crotch, on Yoongi's larger than average package. That was when he knew that his choice of trousers had been the right one.
Seokjin always said that you had to show off your best parts to potential boyfriends and girlfriends, and Yoongi knew that his best asset was his huge dick. So he was damn well gonna show that off, and it definitely seemed that Namjoon was interested. Which didn't surprise Yoongi more. He liked to believe that he was the leading expert in finding and pointing out size queens.
Plus, there was this weird pull that Yoongi was feeling that told him to show off to Namjoon, to show off and display exactly what Namjoon was missing.
Namjoon ended up giving Yoongi another lol with laughter sparkling in his eyes as he gave it to him before they said their goodbyes.
For anybody else, that would have been the end of it, no more meeting, no more anything, but instead it started a pattern, and Yoongi found himself at least once every two weeks at Namjoon's office with Holly to get him checked over.
He wasn't even sure who was lying more at this point, himself or his dog, which was kinda terrifying, but also kinda great Cause Namjoon only became more attractive every time Yoongi saw him, a feat that he was actually really fucking impressed by.
The dreams didn't stop. If anything, they got more intense every time he saw the man. He was starting to have a real worry that he might actually end up rubbing his own dick raw, with how often he found himself hard and aching after one of the very intense dreams.
He had never wanted anybody as much as he wanted Namjoon in any of those moments, but he wasn't really sure exactly what to do about it.
Namjoon himself was complicated. At moments, he was clearly flirting back with Yoongi, but the next moment he seemed to realise what he had said and almost felt ashamed. It was... weird, to say the least. It was almost as if in some moments, Namjoon didn't even control the words out of his mouth, those being his most flirty and almost predatory moments. It was those specific moments that always left Yoongi breathless, those moments that made him realise that he would completely let Namjoon have his way with him if the man wanted to.
Letting Namjoon ride him on top of the examining table, fucking them both to orgasm before it was Yoongi's turn to flip Namjoon over and fuck the man against his office table, seemed like a good idea. Or even better, Yoongi fucking him against the one-way window that let Namjoon in his office look out over the waiting room. Yeah, now that was a good idea, an idea that he was pretty damn sure he would see at least a few times in his dreams.
Yoongi did at least feel that he had gotten somewhere. Namjoon had given him his number, told him to call him if ' anything came up' or if he 'needed help'. He had been openly gay long enough to know exactly what those words meant, and he was just waiting for the right moment to show Namjoon exactly what he needed help with. Which was his dick, Yoongi needed help with his dick, and by help, he meant Namjoon's mouth or ass on it.
That was how he ended up the way he did that evening.
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They flirted; there was no other way around i., Namjoon liked how he looked, and there was no way that Yoongi's eyes could be seen as anything close to PG 13 when they looked at the taller man. So Namjoon gave him his personal number, telling him to call if he ever needed help with anything.
Seokjin had always told him that he needed to be more spontaneous, do more fun things. Pair that together with the fact that Namjoon clearly liked Yoongi's dick, at least from how he had almost caught the vet salivating looking at him. So the logical choice was being naked since Namjoon clearly knew this was a booty call (he had to, right?) On his couch, sitting naked, a red ribbon tied neatly around his cock that was hard and aching. Seemingly all he had to do was really think about Namjoon, and his cock was eager and ready to go. Somehow Namjoon made him have the sex drive of a 17-year-old boy, which was... a little terrifying when Yoongi was much closer to 30 than 20.
A knock from the door and it was go time, "it's open; just come in!" he called out. He felt strong. He felt confident. He kind of wanted to see what Namjoon was wearing, maybe something sexy. Fuck, what if he was wearing a skirt, those legs in a skirt. Yes, fuck. Or a tight turtleneck that hugged the curves of his arms and the tightness of his waist.
He didn't get much more time to think about it as Namjoon made his way into the entré "Yoongi?"
"In the living room!" Maybe part of Yoongi was still a little focused on the idea of Namjoon in a skirt, maybe not right now, but at least later, he would have to revisit that idea. Hopefully, it would be the last time that Yoongi would need Namjoon's help.
What he did not expect was for Namjoon to be in his full vet outfit, glasses on and everything "I came as quickly as I...." Namjoon froze in the doorway, dropping the bag he was holding onto the ground with a loud clang "Yoongi, what are you doing!?"
Suddenly Yoongi realised that he might have misunderstood something going on "were we not talking about sex?" there was no way that Namjoon could be this oblivious, right? They were clearly eye fucking! They were clearly doing something, right? RIGHT!?
"You said you needed help!" The vet didn't seem to know where to look cause every time he tried to look away, he kept looking back at the man cock... so big.
"We were flirting!"
"I thought your dog was sick!"
"Oh..." wait, no, no, oh, it was not Yoongi's fault! "you winked when you gave me your number! Your personal number!"
Namjoon seemed... surprised. Like his actions had surprised him, and then his face turned scarlet as he tried to hide his face away in his hands, "can you...-" he made wide hand movements towards Yoongi's still hard cock. Cause even tho they were going very much southwards, Yoongi's cock just didn't seem to mind. It was happy just hanging out hard and present, "pack that thing away?"
"My cock, you mean?" even tho Yoongi was mortified by what was going on, he still couldn't stop himself from teasing Namjoon as well. It was the only thing he could do that wasn't curl in on himself and just deny that he was a human being. He could be a rock. Rock's didn't have cock's with ribbons around them "you seemed so interested in it at the clinic."
"I-I-I" NAmjoon was spluttering. He made the mistake to move his hands away from his face to glare at Yoongi. Only to realise that he had made a clear mistake as he was staring at Yoongi's cock, squeaking and covering his eyes once again "please!" his voice was high and squeaky, way more than should be possible for somebody who normally had a much deeper and smoother voice.
Not exactly the way that Yoongi had hoped that Namjoon would be begging, but clearly his poor abused cock disagreed as a bead of precum gathered at the head. "you were the one flirting with me; you winked at me!" Yoongi accused again, but he was kind enough to grab a pillow this time and cover his lap with it. Nobody could ever say that Min Yoongi was not a gentleman!
Namjoon groaned as he peeked out between his fingers. Finding Yoongi's dick covered (barely), he finally let his hands drop. "It's not my fault! I didn't mean to wink! You know it is breeding season. It is hard for me to control my actions around men that I am compatible with! Also, what about your mate?!" Namjoon's voice seemed panicked at the last part "oh god, please, I don't wanna fight somebody. Oh god, I am gonna die, all because of a pretty human with a big dick."
"What?" Yoongi stared at him, unable to really wrap his head around the words the pretty man were saying, "Is this some weird kink thing? Breeding season? Is this a wolf kink, cause like you are really hot, don't get me wrong, but I am not sure you are hot enough for me to find a tail plug and start howling at the moon?" Yoongi had some real questions for his dick, one of those were 'why are you still hard' and 'is the fact that I am considering it making me a furry? Am I a furry now? Oh god, do they even ship fursuits to Korea? Would I wear a fursuit for Namjoon? Can Namjoon's have a skirt and bare legs? I think I could do it then.'
Namjoon met his stare, clearly confused and unsure of what was going on "you..." then his eyes went wide "you have no idea what I am talking about, do you? Oh god, you are dating an incubus without even knowing. That is so messed up! This isn't the 11th century anymore. We are meant to tell our partners!"
He was running a hand through his hair, messing up the blonde strands like he was genuinely worried for Yoongi, even if Yoongi had no damn idea what was even going on... "Incubus? Like... the sex demon?" Yoongi was aware that he was dating a sex demon. He wasn't even aware he was dating anybody. He felt like he should be getting laid more if he was dating a demon feeding on sexual energy "are you okay?" Yoongi was starting to worry that maybe Namjoon were insane.
"Okay, let's do this the easy way, look at me." as if Yoongi ever had the ability to look away from Namjoon when the man was in the room. Doing as he was told with eyebrows raced, Yoongi wasn't sure what he expected. It was certainly not for Namjoon to blink once, and when he opened them again, his eyes had turned blood red with black slits in them, marks spread down from his eye sockets to mid-cheek in a triangle shape, and tiny little fangs were visible from the upper part of his mouth, resting against a full lower lip "this," he pointed at himself "incubus, and whoever you are dating is the same! I can smell them all over this place! That is why I thought you knew it was breeding season since you are already dating one."
Unable to do anything else but just stare. Yoongi's cock aches. Namjoon was pretty before, but like this, with abnormal eyes and little fangs, he was somehow even more gorgeous, and Yoongi was not prepared for that. For a moment, instead of thinking about the fact that demons were apparently real, all he could think about was wondering exactly how it would feel to push his cock in between those plush lips. Would he be able to feel the fangs? Were there more he couldn't see? Would they feel good? Would Namjoon like Yoongi's cock pressed against the.
Then another thought took over, Namjoon whining as he tried to take Yoongi's cock into his mouth. Yoongi knew he was big, and the idea of having Namjoon almost gag himself trying to take as much of Yoongi's cock as possible in was a frequent part of his dreams. The fangs didn't change that.
"uhm Yoongi, are you okay? Oh god, I broke him, I broke a human. Now his boyfriend is for sure gonna kill me. I don't want to die!" Namjoon's voice was slightly whining, "I can still smell your arousal! God, please tell me we haven't imprinted! You have a boyfriend! I was fine going through the breeding season alone. I have toys; they are great!"
Finally managing to shake the thoughts out of his mind, Yoongi was starting to think that maybe sex was still on the table. Channelling his inner smooth bitch, also known as Seokjin, he slid the pillow off his lap, leaning back "sorry, don't have a boyfriend. The spot is free tho, if you know any tall hot guys with demon eyes, do send them my way?"
Namjoon stared, his eyes flickering between Yoongi's eyes and his cock still with a ribbon around it. "Oh... okay" he shook his head, seemingly trying to clear his mind, then head flying up "wait no, what am I saying? I can smell him here! His scent is all over the couch! It was all over the jacket you wore when you came into the clinic last time!"
For the second time that night, it was as if a lightbulb went off in Yoongi's head "excuse me for just a second, please come sit down." ' on my dick' of course, he didn't actually add that, no matter how much he wanted to. How was he still this horny? He grabbed for his phone that he had haphazardly thrown to the side after Namjoon had confirmed he was on his way.
It only took one dial tone from his number 1 emergency number before the man on the other side picked up "Yoongi Yoongi Yoongi, we are no longer in high school, you don't need to call me every time you get laid, but do tell... how was it? Was it special, was there something... special... about this vet?"
"When were you gonna tell me that you were a damn demon?" Yoongi growled out, which got a very funny reaction from Namjoon, eyes going wide and mouth a little slack. It had also not escaped him that Namjoon had taken a seat, just not on the couch, but on the floor.
Didn't matter if Namjoon was a demon or not. Looked as if sluts of different races were the same, and Namjoon was definitely a horny slut with love for big dicks.
A crackle came from the other side. "I see he told you, you should be happy. Nothing is even closed to as mind-blowing as sex with an imprinted Incubus during their season. I assume you know that."
"He thinks we are sleeping together, you asshole" Namjoon wasn't saying anything. He was just sitting on the ground, trying to look anywhere there wasn't Yoongi's dick.
There was a spluttering inhumane sound from the other end of the phone as if Seokjin had gotten stabbed while drinking a glass of water, "he did what?!" yes, that tone of voice was very much not humane, and it was loud enough that even Namjoon flinched "give the phone to him now!" Seokjin demanded. This time it was his voice that had a growl to it.
"Why do you always ruin my sex life, Seokjin?" this really was starting to become like high school, but still Yoongi reached over to give Seokjin the phone with a heavy sigh "he wants to talk to you?"
"Your mate?" Namjoon adorably tilted his head to the side. He still took the phone. He opened his mouth, clearly wanting to start another round of apologies, but was stopped as Seokjin started to speak. The tone was quiet enough that Yoongi wasn't able to hear it, but it was clearly a lecture as the tips of Namjoon's ears were getting red, and he was nodding fast in agreement.
Zoning out for just a second, Yoongi stared at his dick that had the guts to still not have gone soft. For a second, he thought that maybe he would manage to not have a constant erection. Really it could not be healthy for all his blood to be in his dick for so long, then Namjoon whined. A high sound in the top of his throat that made Yoongi's cock ache.
He wondered if Namjoon would sound the same as Yoongi pushed his dick into him. Forcing the man to take all of it, even as he tried to pull away whining that it was too much. Even if both of them knew that Namjoon wanted nothing more than to get all of it.
"it's not my fault! I was adopted by humans! How should I know that you had a mate! I thought you would kill me!" It really wasn't fair that somebody as tall and gorgeous as Namjoon could sound so sweet and cute while whining like a baby.
He was full-on pouting as he handed the phone back to Yoongi "he hung up."
That did sound like Seokjin. The man was a dramatic little bitch "ignore him. He is a bitch." that made Namjoon laugh, his eyes were still inhumanly red and slitted, and those little fangs caught on his lower lip constantly.
"could you.... get dressed now?"
"I like it like this," Yoongi finally felt like everything was back in control "so you imprinted on me? Is that why my dick can't stop thinking about you? Is this some dubcon shit? Cause I could be into some consensual noncon, but at least warn a guy!"
Namjoon sputtered, "It's not like that! Your attraction to me is all on you! It affects me way more than it affects you, it just increases the desires you already have as closer I get to the peak of my cycle!" he sounded genuinely insulted "incubi aren't just about sex. Well yes we are, but consensual sex! We feed off your sexual energy, which if you aren't into it if you aren't enjoying it, you don't produce a lot of Energy!" he huffed, lower lip sticking out almost threatening to be cut by his own fang "imprinting helps us find people we are compatible with, people who line up with what an incubus wants, needs and prefers! It's not some date rape drug! Plus, even if it is an imprint, it should be easy to resist if you aren't interested!"
He looked cute, and Yoongi couldn't stop himself from wrapping a hand around his cock, trying his best not to disturb the pretty ribbon. Thank god he hadn't tied it tight like a cock ring, instead just meaning for it to be decorative "so I was right, you are a needy size queen who wants to get dicked down. That is why we are compatible, isn't it?" Yoongi couldn't stop himself from teasing.
Glaring and still trying his damned hardest not to look at Yoongi's cock Namjoon huffed affronted, "I am not! And can you stop that?!"
"A prude sex demon, now that has to be a new one. Don't think I have ever heard about that one before." leaning back, Yoongi was still lazily fisting his cock. It felt fucking good after being ignored for so long.
Namjoon seemingly lost his train of thought as he stared at Yoongi's cock with a greedy expression on his face. Seemingly realising that he had lost all contact with Namjoon's higher brain function.
"So are we still gonna do this?" the bickering was hot, Namjoon acting like he wasn't into Yoongi when he clearly was, was really cute as well. Still, Yoongi would like to know if he needed to actually just get off, or if they were going somewhere, "or are you just gonna stare at my cock like you are a teen on a diet who really wants a snack?"
"How can you just say that!?" Namjoon hid his face away again, covering his face with his hands, but Yoongi could still spot him peeking out between his fingers at times. He was kinda impressed Namjoon wasn't drooling.
"Well, Korean is my native language, so speaking has never been a problem. Now, are you gonna unwrap your present? I went to such a great length to wrap it up all nice for you."
Yoongi could see the moment that Namjoon stopped fighting, the moment he just gave at the moment where he just said ' fuck it', cause the next moment he had a lap full of eager and needy demon as his lips were taken in a rough kiss.
The kiss was terrible. There was no damn way about it. It was sleepy, too much tongue, too wet, too all over the place, and exactly what Yoongi wanted. Not precise amazing kisses, but needy kisses of somebody too lost and too greedy to care about how kisses were ' meant to be.
Namjoon's hand, big and wide in every way that Yoongi could only have dreamt of, wrapped around his shaft. Ignoring the ribbon that Yoongi had spent so much time on ( 2 full minutes!) in favour of eagerly starting to jerk him off. He was grinding his own erection against Yoongi's thigh where he had taken to straddling it.
Taken aback a little at first, Yoongi let him have his fun before he took a firm grasp of Namjoon's hair and pulled it back with a sharp tug "patience!" Yoongi was taking a wild guess that them being compatible meant that the incubus would be into similar things as Yoongi himself. A point which was proven correct as a filthy moan was torn from Namjoon's throat.
"I don't want to be!" Namjoon hissed, seemingly happy to keep bickering with Yoongi. A string of saliva connected their lips but was broken when Namjoon licked his lips. He pulled against Yoongi's hold on his hair once, seemingly wanting to check just how tight it was. When he found he couldn't move, he instead just accepted it with a little happy whine, "you have been wagging you stupid dick in my face since I came here. Wearing the tightest trousers possible when you come to the clinic. I want it now!"
Namjoon gave the root of Yoongi's cock a good squish before starting to jerk him off for real. His hand moving fast, with his wrist at just the right angle as it twisted at the tip. Every moment was perfect and balanced. It was as if Namjoon knew exactly how Yoongi liked it as if he had been present for every dream of Yoongi's or been seeing him from the corner hiding as Yoongi once again would wake up and starting fisting his cock with a deep sigh before he was able to go back asleep.
As much as Yoonig would normally be more than happy to just cum all over Namjoon's perfect hand ( or maybe even better, all of that cute face), he still felt there was something they had to do "if you keep going with this, you demon, this will all be over before either of us wants it."
His hand was still in Namjoon's hair, holding it so the incubus couldn't move too far away from him. Not that Namjoon seemed specifically inclined to move. Sometimes he would pull a bit with his head, testing that Yoongi's grasp was still holding him there. Little moan getting past his lips every time.
Namjoon's eyes focused on him, but he didn't slow down his hand. If anything, he started putting in even more effort "no, it won't, I imprinted on you, I am in season, you can keep going." there was a hunger in his eyes "you have to feed me."
"Shouldn't I be the one doing the pleasuring then?" Yoongi let the one hand he had on Namjoon's hip fall to the couch as he leaned his head back resting against the back of the couch. If Namjoon said, he would be able to go, who were Yoongi to stop him.
Namjoon did a little growl at that idea "I can't produce my own sexual energy, I like the pleasure." he ground his hips down on Yoongi's thigh in a little rocking movement to prove just exactly how hard he still was, "but what I need is your pleasure. What I need is for you to cum, for you to feel good, so I can feel good." Namjoon's eyes were glowing with hunger. "I promise I will choke on your cock in a second. Right now, I just need you to cum. Please fuck, I need you to cum."
Yoongi had always been weak to cute boys begging. Normally it was their own orgasm they were begging for, never Yoongi's own. Still, he found that he could definitely be into this, fuck he was very into this. As much as he wanted to keep his eyes on Namjoon, he couldn't stop them from sliding shut as a shudder went through his body.
As Namjoon's spare hand went down to softly massage Yoongi's balls, little whines escaped as Yoongi tightened his hand in the incubus's hair. That was just too much. It just simply felt too good. His moan was probably closer to a groan, "Namjoon!" as he finally came all over Namjoon's hand, even getting some on the vet's shirt.
When Yoongi finally managed to open his eyes again, he was taken aback by the look in Namjoon's eyes. His eyes were glowing, and tiny little horns were starting to peak up over the perfectly set nest of Namjoon's bleach blonde hair.
"Fuck, you look amazing." Yoongi felt out of breath as Namjoon jerked him through the aftershock of his orgasm until the overstimulation was too much, and with his free hand, Yoongi light puffed away Namjoon's hand.
A whine left the incubus's throat as he was clearly not ready to give up the eager jerking off of Yoongi he was taking part in "your energy! It's so good." Namjoon was moaning, licking his lips. "I want more. Can I have more?" He pushed his face into the crook of Yoongi's neck, scraping the skin with his little fangs, which were... bigger now. Still not big, but just a little bigger.
"Fuck should I be worried that in a few orgasm, I won't even recognise what you look like?" Yoongi teased, but finding that he wasn't too averse from the idea "what does... aAAAH!" Namjoon had buried his tiny little fangs in Yoongi's neck. Hissing as he pulled them free.
"Do you never shut up?" he licked at the wound "do you have to tease me constantly?" Yoongi could feel a rush of sensation as the wound closed.
"You were the one who imprinted on me. I think that means you like it." Yoongi was really liking this imprinting thing, liking the fact that he knew it meant that Namjoon was meant for him, that Namjoon wanted and was into the same stuff as him. No fear, nor wondering if he was too much if he was too all over the place.
"I do not like arguing while having sex!" Namjoon hissed.
Yoongi just laughed "so that is why you haven't stopped grinding against my thigh? It's cause you totally aren't into it."
The Incubus didn't answer him; instead, Namjoon almost attacked him in a kiss filled with an unspoken 'shut up shut up shut up!' Yoongi was impressed how Namjoon managed to not even knick his lip with those cute little fangs as the eager and needy kiss continued.
It didn't take much work to twist them around, so Namjoon was on his back with Yoongi pinning him to the couch "can I fuck you now, or do we need more foreplay." he panted into Namjoon's mind while he ground his still hard aching cock against Namjoon's crotch. Just as Namjoon had said, he was still hard, the urge and horniness still very present and pumping through his veins, reminding him that he could definitely go again.
Namjoon groaned, and not the sexy kind of groaning "and then they say that romance is dead." which would totally have been a more successful comeback if he didn't have a faraway look in his eyes and finished the sentence by eagerly and needily kissing Yoongi heavy and deep enough that their teeth clattered together in the most delicious of way.
"I tried romance, I wrapped my dick in red ribbon just for you, but you decided to freak out." Yoongi leaned backwards, settling in between Namjoon's legs as he finally unwrapped the red ribbon still haphazardly wrapped around his dick "but since you couldn't unwrap your gift, here let me do it for you." The ribbon was disgusting, having been covered in cum, and with a disgusted expression, Yoongi threw it on the ground.
"It's not my fault! I thought I was gonna die! I heard that stronger Incubus's tear apart younger ones if they try and even get close to somebody that belonged to them!" still, Namjoon was pulling off the shirt he was wearing, "Do you know how hard it was to deal with it every time you came in, and I thought this would be the time where your partner would murder me ."
The Idea of Seokjin murdering anybody was hilarious. The older man was too damn lazy to even consider committing murder. If he was gonna do anything, he would flutter his eyelashes at his two boyfriends, and then Hoseok and Jungkook, said boyfriends, do the murder.
"Well, he isn't, now sex?" Yoongi knew he was pushing it, but honestly, he had been hard longer than he believed were humanly possible, and the dreams he had been having about Namjoon were not making it any better.
Namjoon looked at him for just a second, as if he couldn't possibly believe that Yoongi was saying what he was before he reached down to unbutton his jeans "you better know how to use that thing, or I will be very disappointed!"
"Don't worry, princess, I know how to fuck you, right." Yoongi grinned. It didn't take them long to get Namjoon out of his clothes, leaving the man in all his naked glory. He was just as fucking gorgeous as Yoongi thought he would be.
The plan had been to make it to the bedroom, but really both of them should have known that there was no damn way that would happen. That was how Namjoon ended up bend over the back of the couch, Yoongi's fingers eagerly opening him up.
"You are so loose," Yoongi kissed up his spine as he teased "did you play so much with yourself thinking about me?" he found that Namjoon clenched around him in the most perfect way every time he let his words rain over him.
"It's not like that." Namjoon's words were muffled, and Yoongi couldn't help himself but grin at the way he knew Namjoon was biting into his own hand to try and stop the noises escaping him. "I am in season, and I prefer to bottom! My body is just adjusting to it!"
"Does this mean that if you preferred to top, your dick would grow to the perfect size to please your partner?" Yoongi was genuinely curious about how all of this demon stuffed worked, but it also worked as a distraction as he slid the 4th finger into Namjoon's ass.
Three might have been more than enough for most people, but Yoongi knew easily enough that it wouldn't be enough for his size, and he did not get off on hurting his partner.
"I don't know!" Namjoon fucked himself back on Yoongi's fingers with small cute little groan's leaving him. "I don't go around asking other incubi about their dick size! That is weird! Now put your dick in me, you big dicked slowpoke of a human!"
"Yes, yes yes, I thought you said this was about my pleasure, that you wanted my energy? Now you are here being needy to get fucked." still, Yoongi pulled out his fingers, lining up the fat head of his cock with Namjoon's puckered entrance.
He slathered a bit more lube on because really, Yoongi was not into real pain, some play pain and some pushing around. When he had been younger, there had been more than a few incidents where he was too inexperienced to really know what he should be doing.
The time in hospital following the... ripping... was not a time that Yoongi would like to remember very fondly and would honestly prefer if nobody ever mentioned it again.
"I might be a demon! But I am still a man. Now give me your damn dick before I choose to take it myself! I am not human, I don't need you to treat me like an easily breakable..." Yoongi never found out which form of easily breaking object Namjoon thought he didn't need to be treated as, as the incubus's words got ripped from him as Yoongi in one easy push, bottomed out.
Yoongi was a little worried that he was about to get a noise complaint as the scream torn from Namjoon's vocal cords were loud and inhumane enough that he was pretty sure nobody overheard it.
Luckily or unluckily, if you were Yoongi's neighbours, he couldn't find it in himself to give 5 shits about it cause Namjoon was warm and tight around him. It was almost as if he had been made perfectly for Yoongi's cock. That the space inside him was made and created to be Yoongi's own personal fuckhole. Moulded and created to fit Yoongi's cock perfectly and nothing else.
"Are you done being a damn brat?" he ground his cock into Namjoon, without moving too much, as he leaned over, biting down on the back of his neck. Giving Namjoon just a few seconds to recover from the sudden entrance "or are you gonna keep giving me lip?"
"Well, not if you aren't gonna fucking fuck me for real!" Namjoon's voice was strained but seemingly not from pain as he made a point of shoving his hips back at Yoongi to show exactly where he wanted the man to fuck him.
Not that Yoongi really needed the guidance "such a nasty mouth for a vet, you were so cute and sweet to me while at work. Does this mean that next time Holly acts up, I can come to see you, and you will be a sweet boy again?"
"Yoongi!" the yell was more of anger than anything, and Yoongi just grinned. With the position they were in, there wasn't much else Namjoon could do than just take it. And take it beautifully, he did.
There was also the fact that Namjoon moaning his name was definitely doing things Yoongi, as he started to eagerly fuck Namjoon. Long strokes teasing strokes that made the younger demon's breath hitch in his throat "keep saying my name pretty boy."
"Maybe if you would just fuck me right!" Namjoon was full-on whining like a good boy, he tried to shift backwards, shift to an angle where Yoongi would start hitting his prostate that the older was so perfectly avoiding.
Bringing his hand down, Yoongi lightly spanked one of Namjoon's tanned cheeks "I thought this was meant to be my pleasure? So play nice. You will get to cum when I am done with you."
"I hate you so much!" Namjoon whined, but he still relaxed, letting out little moans as Yoongi rewarded him, finally nailing his prostate in one heavy thrust.
"Well, that speaks more about you than me then, that you hate me and imprinted on me." the entire back of Namjoon's neck and shoulders were covered in little bite marks and hickies from where Yoongi hadn't been able to stop himself from eagerly marking the man.
Namjoon was long, wide plains of untouched soft tanned skin, golden and warm and just begging for red marks to be littered all over its surface, so who was Yoongi to not give that?
"Clearly, my body has stupid needs." the fight has mostly left Namjoon, as Yoongi was eagerly fucking him silly, and silly he was. Small moans and groans of Yoongi's name escaping him every few seconds as he got fucked over the back of the couch.
"If you say so." Yoongi couldn't help it but grin. He loved every second of it. He loved the easy and teasing bickering. He loved how Namjoon felt about him. He loved how while they were bickering and arguing, Namjoon's body was still needy and eager below him. He was rocking back on Yoongi's cock, and every word out of his mouth was almost stopped as Namjoon couldn't hold back the groans and moans.
With how they were standing, Namjoon bent over the back of the couch. The incubus couldn't really touch himself; instead, his drooping cock was rubbing against the harsh leather of the couch.
Unable to stop himself, Yoongi reached around to wrap a hand around Namjoon's cock, gathering the precum at the top with his thumb "do you wanna cum?"
He wasn't jerking off Namjoon for real, more just holding his dick while he kept fucking Namjoon from behind "wanna cum all over the back of my couch like a dirty boy?"
For a second, it seemed as if Namjoon would deny it as he whined "No!" another loud moan stopped him before saying more as Yoongi nailed his prostate with a harsh thrust.
"Really? You don't wanna cum? Your poor cock is so red, so much blood in it, I am surprised you haven't burst already." Yoongi was getting close himself. Namjoon's body was perfectly made for him. It felt so damn overwhelming being inside of the incubus. Somehow it was everything he had dreamt of, but also better.
"When you... ahhh...-" Namjoon's words were cut off by another thrust that he eagerly, but weakly met with one of his own "when you cum! The energy! Please, I want the energy!" there was that desperate tone in it that had been there when Namjoon had jerked him off as well. It was a tone that meant Yoongi knew that he was being fully serious and honest. He wanted, no needed, Yoongi to cum.
That was the last push Yoongi needed as his hits stuttered for a moment as he buried himself in Namjoon, cuming hard inside the demon. Even half out of his mind from the orgasm racing through his body, Yoongi kept the slight rocking of his hips going while jerking off Namjoon's cock.
It didn't take much, and just a few seconds later. Namjoon came over the back of the couch, ribbons of white cum, eagerly streaming out of him as his body just went lax, seemingly unable to hold himself up.
An idea that Yoongi very much could agree with as he plastered his sweaty body against the back of Namjoon, nuzzling his face into the demon's shoulder "that was good." he groaned into Namjoon's shoulder, resting some of his weight on the other man.
Honestly, Yoongi wasn't sure if his legs would be able to carry him completely. He felt a fair bit like he was made of jelly.
Then Namjoon, honest to god, giggled, and Yoongi had never known that he could find something so innocent, arousing, "I guess you will do, guess I will keep you. That is if you stop crushing me."
Affronted, Yoongi huffed, "you are bigger than me! I could do fine with you on my lap for that long."
"That long, you mean less than 2 minutes? Then again, I probably shouldn't expect good stamina from a human." Namjoon moaned as Yoongi pulled over, and his spine cracked a little as he stood up and stretched.
Yoongi would have been offended if he had listened to any words out of the man's mouth. Sadly he was too distracted by the trail of cum just innocently flowing out of Namjoon's and down his thick gorgeous thighs.
Seeming to realise that Yoongi was distracted, Namjoon grinned at him over his shoulder "so where next? Shower? Wall? The bed is so boring. Let's save that for later, where I will ride you, and when you cum I will fuck you in return."
Namjoon was gonna be the death of him, and Yoongi wouldn't want it any other way.
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