SITRI

"It's a summoning book, dumbass. Specifically for... pleasure demons. Incubi. You know, the kind that are basically designed to fuck you stupid and leave you satisfied." She wiggled her eyebrows. "All you have to do is follow the ritual on that page. Light a few candles, say the words, offer a little blood, and boom—hot demon in your dorm room ready to service you."

You stared at her. Then back at the book. The page she pointed to showed a tall, beautiful male figure with dark wings and glowing eyes, kneeling between a woman's spread legs. The text beneath it was written in elegant black ink that almost seemed to shimmer under the dorm light.

"...You're serious?" you asked slowly.

"Dead serious." Yeri's grin widened. "Come on. It's our senior year. You've been studying so hard you forgot what fun is. Worst case scenario, nothing happens. Best case scenario..." She made a very vulgar hand gesture. "You finally get dicked down, though not by you know, natural way."

You bit your lip, still hesitant... but the idea was already settling under your skin. The grimoire rested heavy in your hands. And for the first time, the thought of doing something reckless felt a little too tempting.

"Well, you don't have to do it if you don't like it, you know," She said, leaning back on her hands. Her tone softened a little. "I just gave you an option. We could still find some other ways. Maybe set you up an online dating profile or something."

You stared down. The book felt heavier now. The strange symbols almost seemed to pulse under the dim light, and the illustration of the incubus kept drawing your eyes back to it—tall, beautiful, powerful, and very clearly designed for one purpose.

The thought alone of doing online dating made you want to groan. Awkward conversations. Bad photos. Guys who only wanted one thing and still managed to be disappointing about it. You'd already tried that route last semester and ended up more frustrated than when you started. You closed the book slowly, fingers lingering on the worn leather cover.

"...What if it actually works?" you asked quietly.

Her eyebrows shot up. "Then you get the best graduation present ever," she said, scooting closer. "Look, you didn't have to do it if you are very unconscious with it. But from everything I've read, these things are bound by the ritual. They can't hurt you unless you ask them to. They exist to please whoever summons them."

You chewed on your bottom lip, heart beating a little faster. The rational part of your brain was still screaming that this was a terrible, dangerous idea. But you are far more desperate than you thought you have been. You are much determined to graduate this college life with experiences you haven't done all your life, and that includes having sex.

"...Fine. I'll try it."

"Great! Let me know how it went, okay? I need the whole story!" she said, already bouncing toward the door. "I'll text you later. And don't chicken out!"

The door clicked shut behind her, leaving you alone in the quiet dorm room with the grimoire resting heavily on your lap.

The dorm room felt different once you started. Warm, dim light spilled from the small desk lamp you had left on, casting long soft shadows across the walls. Outside, the campus was quiet, it's 2:14 am. Inside, the only sounds were your own breathing and the soft cascade of chalk as you dragged it carefully across the floor.

Circle after circle. Lines intersecting. Symbols you didn't fully understand but copied as exactly as you could from the grimoire. The chalk made a dry, whispering sound against the floor, filling the silence until the summoning circle was complete.

You sat back on your heels for a moment, staring at your work. Then came the candles. One by one, you placed four black candles at the points of the circle and lit them.

You knelt inside the completed circle and reached for the first black candle.

"In nomine Ignis voco te..." You lit the first candle. The flame flared to life.

"In nomine Aeris voco te..." The second candle caught, its flame steady and bright.

"In nomine Aquae voco te..." The third candle burned.

"In nomine Terrae voco te..." The fourth candle joined the others, filling the room with warm, flickering light.

Your hands were slightly shaky when you reached for the needle. You pricked the tip of your finger, wincing at the small sharp sting. A bead of blood welled up quickly. You held your hand over the center of the circle and let the drop fall. It landed with a soft, almost inaudible sound, dark red against the pale salt. Then you began to chant.

"Et in nomine Spiriti, Prodi ad me, o noctis creatura; voluntati meae obsequere et in conspectu meo te manifesta."

A drop of blood fell into the center of the circle. You repeated the line, another drop.

"Et in nomine Spiriti, Prodi ad me, o noctis creatura; voluntati meae obsequere et in conspectu meo te manifesta."

Your voice started quiet, almost unsure, but grew steadier with each line of the summoning prayer. The foreign words felt strange on your tongue, heavy and ancient. As you spoke them the third time, the candle flames suddenly stretched higher, burning brighter, casting restless shadows across the walls. The temperature in the room shifted, a chill that raised goosebumps on your arms.

The moment the final drop of blood touched the circle, the entire room seemed to inhale. The candle flames stretched high toward the ceiling before suddenly dropping low, almost snuffing out completely, leaving only a dim, trembling glow. A deep, heavy pressure filled the air, thick and electric, pressing against your skin and making your ears ring, it even pushes you back out of the circle. The chalk lines of the summoning circle began to glow faintly, pulsing once, then twice, as if something on the other side was testing the barrier.

Then the darkness inside the circle thickened and twisted. Shadows pulled together like living smoke, coiling and rising until two tall figures slowly took shape at the same time. Broad shoulders, long legs, and large black wings briefly flared open before folding neatly against their backs. Both men were beautiful in a way that felt dangerous, and both looked hauntingly familiar.

The one on the left had soft yet sharp round and expressive eyes that glowed a deep gold, framed by slightly wavy dark hair that fell messily around his face. His features were expressive and almost boyish at first glance, but the slow, mischievous smirk that spread across his lips—complete with the pair of dimples—made him look anything but innocent. He carried an air of playful hunger, like he was already entertained by the situation.

The one on the right was sharper in every way. His eyes glowed a burning crimson, narrow and cat-like, set in an elegant, finely sculpted face. His dark hair was neat yet slightly tousled, and his expression was calm, intense, and quietly predatory. Everything about him felt precise and controlled, from the way he held himself to the way his gaze dragged slowly over your body without a single wasted movement.

"Well... this is unexpected," the golden-eyed incubus said, his voice low and smooth with a teasing lilt as he tilted his head, still smirking. "So long since the last time I have been summoned, but what's this? I am being summoned with you, huh?"

He glanced sideways at the crimson-eyed incubus with clear amusement, eyes gleaming. The other only gave a quiet, almost lazy hum in response, as if the situation barely surprised him. The crimson-eyed one turned his attention fully to you, stepping even closer until the heat of his body brushed against your front. His smirk widened, dimples faintly showing.

"Hm, not that I'm complaining," he started, a wide grin flashing across his face as his eyes slowly raked over you from head to toe. The look was open, hungry, and completely unapologetic. "I don't wanna hunt this week anyway."

He let the words hang in the air for a moment. His eyes lingered on the curve of your waist, the way your clothes sat against your body, and the slight nervous rise and fall of your chest.

The golden-eyed incubus finally moved. While the other one stayed where he was, still watching you. His bare feet made almost no sound against the floor as he crossed the remaining space between you. You were still sitting just outside the edge of the circle, legs folded beneath you in a loose W-sitting position, hands braced behind you for support as you looked up at him.

He stopped right in front of you. From this angle he seemed even taller, the warm glow of his eyes looking down at you with calm, focused intensity. Without saying anything, he reached out and gently tipped your chin upward with two fingers, forcing you to meet his gaze fully. His touch was cool at first, then warmed quickly against your skin. He held your face there, thumb resting lightly just beneath your lower lip as he studied you.

"What's your name, summoner?" he asked, voice low and even.

Your voice stayed trapped in your throat. You tried to answer him, but the words refused to come out. You weren't sure if it was the slight fear creeping up your spine from the heavy pressure both of them carried, or if it was the quiet excitement your body kept trying to lean into from the situation you had put yourself in. Either way, you could only stare up at the golden-eyed incubus, lips slightly parted, as his fingers kept your chin tilted toward him.

The silence stretched for a moment too long.

Then the crimson-eyed one spoke, his voice lighter than his companion's but still carrying that same undercurrent of hunger.

"Jisung, you're scaring her."

Jisung didn't immediately look away from you. His thumb brushed once, slowly, along the edge of your jaw before he finally glanced over his shoulder at the other. A faint, almost lazy smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"Am I?" he asked, though he didn't sound particularly concerned. His gaze returned to yours a second later, still holding your chin up with the same steady pressure. "Come on, Minho. You can't be that soft for her already. She summoned us. She can handle a little intensity."

Even so, the grip of his fingers softened slightly, becoming less demanding. He kept your face turned up toward him, but the touch no longer felt quite as overwhelming.

Minho stepped closer as well, stopping just beside his companion so that both of them were looking down at you from above. The glint in his eyes remained, but there was a sharper edge of interest now.

Jisung's fingers remained under your chin, keeping your face tilted up toward him even as Minho watched from the side. After a short silence, he asked again, his voice lower this time, steadier.

"I'll ask again," he said, voice low and even. "What is your name?"

This time the words managed to scrape their way out of your throat. Your voice came out hoarse, quieter than you intended.

"...Y/N."

The moment the name left your lips, something subtle shifted in the air between the three of you. Jisung's expression didn't change much, but the glow in his eyes deepened, as if the simple offering of your name had satisfied something in him. His thumb brushed once more along your jaw, slower this time, almost thoughtful.

"Well, hello there, Y/N," Minho repeated, tasting the name like it was something sweet. "I hope you realized what sort of mess you've got yourself into?"

A small laugh escaped from Jisung as he lowered himself down, sitting on the heel so that he was level with your line of vision. His golden eyes stayed on yours, calm and faintly amused.

"I suppose?" he started, glancing at the salt circle, the still-burning candles, and the open grimoire nearby. "Look how prepared she is. Drew a summoning circle, prepared the right offering, she even has the grimoire all about us and our nature. I'd say she thoroughly researched this, no?"

A smile crept onto Minho's face as he eyed both of you, then settled his gaze more directly on you. His eyes gleamed with quiet interest.

"Hm. She must have been so lonely to resort to this," he said, voice low. "Aren't you, summoner?"

Heat rushed straight to your face. Being called out so directly made your cheeks burn, and you dropped your gaze to the floor between you and Jisung, suddenly very aware of how exposed the whole situation felt. It all sounded a lot more desperate when said out loud by two incubi who were currently staring at you like they already knew every thought running through your head.

Jisung noticed immediately. His expression softened just a fraction. He reached out and gently took one of your hands, his fingers warm as they curled around yours. He gave a light tug, guiding you up from the floor until you were standing on slightly unsteady legs. Once you were upright, he kept hold of your hand for a moment longer, thumb brushing once over your knuckles in a quiet, almost soothing motion.

"You shouldn't be embarrassed," he said, voice lower now, calmer. His eyes stayed on your face as he spoke. "Minho and I have been summoned for the exact same reason more times than either of us can count. People get lonely. People get hungry. It's nothing we haven't seen before."

A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he glanced briefly toward Minho, then back to you.

"Though," he added, "we're usually called one at a time. The fact that your summoning pulled both of us at once either makes you a very talented summoner..." His gaze dipped briefly down your body before returning to your eyes. "Or you're just way too horny for one incubus to satiate that fuzzy feeling you're carrying around right now."

Your face burned even hotter. Jisung's words only made the blush deepen, spreading from your cheeks down to your neck as you tried to look anywhere but at him. The way he had so casually laid out the truth of why you summoned them left you feeling completely seen, and the embarrassment of it made your pulse race even faster.

A slow, almost fond smile tugged at his lips as he watched the color rise in your face. Something about how flustered you looked clearly pleased him. The way he looked at you then was sharper, hungrier, like the sight of you blushing and shifting under his gaze made him want to close the remaining distance and pounce on you right there on the dorm room floor.

Minho, on the other hand, stepped in closer from the side. His eyes drifted over you with open appreciation before he spoke, voice low and unhurried.

"I can practically smell you," he said, not unkindly. "Your arousal. Your need." His gaze flicked down briefly, then back to your face. "It's rolling off you so clearly and it's so distracting."

He tilted his head slightly, a small smile still playing on his lips.

"You don't need to worry, summoner. Just like the reason you called us here... we'll fulfill your wish." His tone was calm, almost reassuring, but the heat behind his words was unmistakable. "That's what we are for, after all."

You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself as the growing fear settled deeper in your chest. You were dealing with incubi, after all. Real ones. The weight of that fact finally seemed to catch up with you all at once.

"I don't know..." you started, voice quieter now as you moved to sit at the edge of the bed. Your hands rested nervously on your thighs. "I didn't really think this would work since this was my friend's idea. I'm honestly scared."

Jisung was the first to respond. He shifted his body facing you. He slightly tightens the grip on your head as if he was trying to pull your head back to you.

"Aw, you shouldn't be scared," he said, his voice low and reassuring. "We know humans have painted us as entities that leave their prey dead, but no... we are not like that."

He rested one forearm loosely across his knee. "We feed on human's sexual energy, not your life force. So the more aroused you are, the more we can feed on you."

Minho, who had been listening quietly, let out a soft hum of agreement. He stepped a little closer to the side of the bed. "Sounds like a good deal, no?" he added, tone calm and almost conversational. "We get fed, you get pleasured."

"Now if we are done with your demonology lessons, Ji, can I get my meal now?" Minho asked, his voice carrying a clear edge of irritation. The hunger in it was obvious, sharpened by how long Jisung had been stalling.

Jisung only chuckled under his breath, clearly used to this side of him.

"You really can't control yourself when you're hungry, no?" he said, glancing over his shoulder at Minho with a faint smirk.

"Fine. I don't wanna deal with your grumpy ass anyway." He turned his attention fully back to you then. Rising from his seat, Jisung reached out and gently took your wrist, his touch warm as he guided you up from the edge of the mattress and further onto your own bed.

"Come here, pretty human," he said, voice lower now, almost coaxing as he drew you closer.

The moment Jisung pulled you close, he closed the remaining distance without hesitation.

His hand slid up to the back of your neck as he leaned in and pressed his mouth to yours. The kiss started firm but unhurried, lips moving against yours with a slow, deliberate hunger that made it clear he intended to take his time. When your breath hitched, he tilted his head and deepened it, tongue slipping past your lips as he tasted you properly. One of his hands settled at your waist, fingers pressing in just enough to keep you against him while he kissed you like he had all night to explore your mouth.

Jisung kept the pace controlled but intense, occasionally pulling back just enough to let you breathe before claiming your lips again. Soft, wet sounds filled the quiet room as he made out with you thoroughly, his eyes half-lidded whenever he briefly opened them to look at you. Every time you responded—whether by gripping his shirt or leaning further into him—he answered with a deeper press of his mouth, clearly feeding on the way your body was starting to melt against his.

Minho, however, was growing restless. He had been watching from the side with increasing impatience, eyes dark and fixed on the way Jisung kept you occupied. After several long minutes of being left out, he finally moved. Without a word, Minho reached out and shoved Jisung hard enough by the shoulder to break the kiss, forcing him back just enough to create space.

Jisung pulled away with a slightly breathless laugh, lips still shiny, and shot Minho an annoyed but unsurprised look.

"Greedy," he muttered, though there was no real heat in it.

Minho ignored the comment entirely. His attention was already on you as he stepped into the space Jisung had just occupied, one hand coming up to cup your jaw while his eyes dragged over your flushed face and kiss-swollen lips.

"Suit yourself," Jisung chimed, still slightly breathless from the kiss as he wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb. A slow, knowing grin spread across his face. "I'll just busy my mouth with something else."

Without waiting for a response, he shifted down the bed. His hands slid up your thighs until they reached the waistband of your lower garments. He hooked his fingers under the fabric and began tugging it down, pulling the annoying barrier away from your skin. You lifted your hips slightly to help him, and he drew the clothing the rest of the way off, tossing it aside without care. The moment you were bare to him, Jisung's eyes fixated on it with clear hunger. He settled more firmly between your legs, hands pressing your thighs open, and then he dove in.

The first drag of his tongue against your core pulled a sharp, involuntary sound from your throat.

Before the moan could fully escape, Minho leaned down and captured your mouth with his. His kiss was firmer than Jisung's had been earlier. Deeper, more insistent as he used his lips and tongue to muffle every sound trying to leave you. One of his hands stayed cupped against your jaw, keeping you in place while he kissed you thoroughly, swallowing the soft, broken noises that kept rising each time Jisung's mouth worked between your legs.

Jisung was unhurried but relentless. He licked slow, deliberate stripes through your folds before focusing on your clit, sucking gently at first and then with more pressure as your hips twitched under him. Every reaction he pulled from you only seemed to encourage him further, his hands tightening on your thighs to keep you spread open for his mouth.

Jisung clearly loved the way you reacted to him. After a while of devouring your clit, he finally pulled his mouth away, leaving you wet and aching. Instead of giving you any real break, he brought two fingers up and began slowly swirling them over your already overstimulated bud, rubbing tight, deliberate circles that made your thighs jump. A low, pleased sound left him as he watched your face.

Behind him, his tail swayed with open excitement, the tip curling and uncurling as he fed on the sharp spike of your sexual energy.

"You have the sweetest energy I've had in a while," Jisung murmured, golden eyes half-lidded with satisfaction. "It's thick... rich. So addictive."

And before you could fully process the praise, his tail moved. The smooth, prehensile length slid between your legs and pressed against your entrance, slick from how wet you already were.

He let the tip tease you for a moment before pushing inside, the flexible thickness of his tail sinking into you with a slow, sinuous motion no ordinary cock could match. Once buried deep, it began to move in a way that felt almost alive, curling, pressing, and stroking against spots inside you that normal fingers or a regular length could never reach so precisely.

The sensation ripped a louder moan from your throat.

Minho, who had been keeping your mouth occupied, finally pulled back from the kiss just enough to let the sounds escape. His crimson eyes stayed locked on your face as you moaned and whined, clearly enjoying every broken noise Jisung was pulling out of you. His thumb brushed over your bottom lip, still wet from their kissing, while he watched you fall apart between them.

Your hips lifted on their own, grinding up to meet the dual stimulation of Jisung's fingers on your clit and his tail working deep inside you. The more you moved, the richer your energy became, and both incubi reacted to it immediately. Jisung's tail curled harder against that sensitive spot inside you, and Minho's gaze darkened with open hunger, the two of them growing more intoxicated with every roll of your hips and every desperate sound you made.

Minho exhaled deeply, the sound low and strained as he clearly fought to keep himself in check. The amount of arousal rolling off you was thick enough that even he, usually the more composed of the two, was affected by it. Still, he didn't rush. Instead, he leaned in closer and began pressing soft, deliberate kisses along the side of your face, first against the shell of your ear, then your cheek, then lower to the sensitive skin of your neck.

"You're making us feel so good," he whispered against your skin, voice rough with restraint. "Feeding us this well... taking Jisung so prettily... You have no idea what you're doing to us."

Each quiet praise sank straight into you. The combination of his warm mouth on your neck and the intimate words he kept murmuring pushed you closer and closer to the edge. Your body reacted instantly, thighs trembling, breath catching until you clenched hard around the tail still buried inside you.

Jisung felt it immediately. A low, pleased sound left him as your walls clamped down around the flexible length. Rather than easing up, he doubled down. His fingers rubbed faster, tighter circles over your clit while his tail curled and thrust more insistently, pressing firmly against that deep, sensitive spot it had already found. The dual stimulation turned sharper, more relentless, clearly meant to drag you the rest of the way over.

"That's it," Jisung murmured from between your legs, golden eyes watching every reaction.

A broken cry left your throat as you came hard around Jisung's tail, your walls clamping down in tight, rhythmic pulses. Your hips jerked involuntarily, thighs shaking as the orgasm tore through you, sharp and overwhelming after how long they had been building it. Wetness spilled around the length still buried inside you, and your whole body arched between the two of them as the pleasure kept rolling in waves.

Neither of them pulled away. Jisung kept his tail moving through it, slower now, curling and pressing to draw the orgasm out as long as possible. His fingers eased off your clit just enough to avoid pushing you into pain, instead rubbing soft, steady circles that helped you ride every pulse. Golden eyes stayed fixed on your face, watching the way you fell apart for them.

"There we go," he murmured, voice thick with satisfaction. "Ride it out. Don't hold back."

Minho held you against his chest through it, one hand still cradling the side of your face while the other stroked along your stomach. He pressed another kiss to your temple, then your cheek, his voice low and coaxing against your skin.

"Let it go," he urged softly. "Give it to us."

They stayed right there with you as the climax stretched on, both of them feeding openly on the thick surge of sexual energy that poured off you. Jisung slowly withdrew his tail, the length slipping free as he eased his hands off your thighs. The thick haze of the orgasm still lingered, leaving your limbs heavy and your breathing uneven as you came down from the height they had pushed you to. Only when you seemed steady enough did Minho speak.

"Switch with me," he said to Jisung, voice low but clear with intent.

Jisung let out a quiet, amused sound and moved without argument. He shifted up the bed while Minho guided you onto your hands and knees. Large hands firm on your hips as he positioned you the way he wanted. Once you were on all fours, Minho settled behind you, the heat of his body pressing in close as his palms smoothed over the curve of your ass and down your thighs.

In front of you, Jisung made himself comfortable. He sat back against the headboard slightly, legs open, and reached out to tip your chin up so you were looking at him. His eyes were dark with renewed hunger as he took in the sight of you between them.

"Hm, we met again, Y/N," Jisung murmured, teasing, thumb brushing over your lower lip. "Haa, such a pretty face you have."

Minho's hands tightened on your hips as he lined himself up from behind. The thick head of his cock pressed against your entrance, already slick from everything Jisung had done to you earlier. With one steady push, he sank into you, stretching you open around him until he was buried deep. A low, satisfied sound left him as he bottomed out, fingers digging into your flesh while he adjusted to the heat of your body.

In front of you, Jisung watched the way your mouth fell open at the sudden fullness. A slow grin spread across his face. "Look at that," he murmured. "Your mouth looks so lonely."

He shifted closer and guided the head of his cock to your lips. When you parted them, he pushed forward, sliding into the warm wetness of your mouth with a quiet groan. One hand settled in your hair, not forcing but holding, as he began to move in shallow thrusts that matched the rhythm Minho was setting behind you.

Minho started fucking you in earnest then—deep, deliberate strokes that rocked your body forward onto Jisung's cock with every thrust. The dual sensation left you trapped between them, filled from both ends as the two incubi used you exactly the way they wanted. Minho's hips met your ass with steady, heavy snaps, while Jisung kept your mouth occupied.

"Fuck—just like that," Minho muttered from behind, voice rough with pleasure. "Take it."

Jisung's fingers stroked through your hair, his own breathing growing heavier as he fucked your mouth. The wet sounds of both of them moving inside you filled the dimly lit dorm room, mixed with the low, hungry noises the two incubi made as they fed on every reaction they pulled from your body.

They fucked you in earnest, and neither of them could keep their hands still. Minho's grip on your waist tightened hard, fingers digging into your skin as he drove into you from behind with deep, powerful strokes. Every thrust pulled a fresh wave of sexual energy from your body, and the more he fed on it the rougher his hold became. His palms stayed locked around your waist like he needed the contact to ground himself, hips snapping forward with growing intensity as the dual pleasure of being buried inside you and drinking down your arousal clearly got to him. Low, rough groans left his throat with nearly every movement, the sound vibrating against your back whenever he leaned in closer.

In front of you, Jisung was just as restless. His left hand stayed fisted in your hair, holding your head in place as he fucked your mouth with steady, shallow thrusts. His right hand, however, refused to stay idle, sliding down to grope your breast, fingers squeezing and kneading the soft flesh in time with the way he moved between your lips. Every time you moaned around him, the vibration made his grip in your hair tighten and his hand on your chest grow bolder. Golden eyes stayed half-lidded with pleasure as he fed on both the wet heat of your mouth and the thick sexual energy pouring off you.

"Fuck..." Jisung groaned, the sound low and strained. His fingers flexed against your breast, thumb brushing over your nipple as he continued using your mouth. "You feel so sooo good."

Even while using your mouth, Jisung's golden eyes flicked past you, and a low chuckle left him when he saw the other incubus's tail. The dark length had started to wiggle uncontrollably behind Minho, the tip twitching and curling with clear lack of restraint.

"Oh, Minho," Jisung said, voice rough with amusement and pleasure. "You're so near, aren't you? Your tail's wiggling so much. You do that whenever you're close." His fingers tightened slightly in your hair as he kept moving between your lips. "Come on. Give it to her. She deserves it."

Those words hit both of you at once. A broken groan tore from your throat around Jisung's cock at the same time Minho let out a deep, strained sound behind you. The dual reaction only pushed everything higher. Your walls clamped down hard around Minho's cock as the orgasm crashed through you, pulsing tightly around him while you came all over his length. The sudden pressure and the fresh surge of sexual energy ripped the last of Minho's control away.

He buried himself to the hilt and held there, relishing the tight, fluttering heat of your core for a few thick seconds before he followed you over. With a low, guttural groan, Minho came inside you, spilling deep as his fingers dug hard into your waist and his tail gave one last sharp twitch behind him.

The sight of you and Minho sharing an orgasm pushed Jisung past the point of restraint. He had been holding himself back until then, keeping his thrusts into your mouth relatively controlled, but watching the two of you come undone together made something in him snap. A low, rough moan left his throat as his hips began to move faster, the earlier gentleness forgotten. His grip in your hair tightened, holding your head steady while he fucked your mouth with quicker, deeper strokes, eyes locked on the way your lips stretched around him.

"Fuck— that's it. Take it," he groaned, voice turning more vocal with every movement. Another broken sound slipped out of him as the thick wave of your post-orgasm sexual energy wrapped around him, rich and overwhelming. It fed straight into his system and shoved him right to his limit.

Jisung's breathing turned sharp and uneven. His hips stuttered once, then twice, before he pushed deep and held there with a long, strained groan. He came hard down your throat, making sure you took every drop as the pulses kept coming. His hand stayed firm in your hair the entire time, keeping you in place until he had fully finished.

Only when the last of it was spent did he slowly pull out. The sudden absence made you cough and gasp for air, saliva and the taste of him still on your tongue as you tried to catch your breath. Jisung stayed close, chest rising and falling heavily, golden eyes dark with satisfaction as he looked down at the mess he'd made of your mouth.

Breathing hard, Minho slowly pulled out of you. The sudden emptiness made your body go slack, and you dropped down onto the bed, completely tired and spent. Your limbs felt heavy, your skin still flushed and sensitive from everything they had put you through. For a moment the only sounds in the room were the three of you trying to catch your breath.

Minho sat back on his heels, wiping a hand over his face as he clearly felt the strain of remaining in the human realm. The pull of the demon realm was growing stronger now that your energy had been so thoroughly taken. After a few seconds, he glanced toward Jisung.

"I think I need to go back now."

Jisung's forehead creased immediately. "Already?" he asked, still slightly breathless. "Dining and dashing, are we?"

Minho shot him a flat look, though there was no real irritation behind it

"It's not that. She's already spent and drained after being used by two of us. I don't think her energy will suffice to keep both of us here anymore." He nodded toward Jisung. "Look. You're even starting to come see-through now."

Jisung glanced down at his own hands. Sure enough, the edges of his form had begun to flicker faintly, the solid shape of him growing slightly translucent around the margins. He clicked his tongue in mild annoyance but didn't argue.

"I'll let you handle her for now, since aftercare is what you're good for," Minho said to Jisung, his voice quieter now that the sharp edge of hunger had faded.

He leaned closer to you and pressed a soft kiss against your glistening cheek, the touch surprisingly gentle compared to how roughly he had used you earlier. His crimson eyes lingered on your face for a moment as he brushed a damp strand of hair away from your skin.

"Summon us again once you've recovered, yeah?" he murmured. "I'll wait for it."

With that, Minho finally pulled back. The air around him shimmered as his form began to dissolve, dark smoke curling around his shoulders and wings before he fully faded from the dorm room, leaving only the faint scent of something warm and otherworldly behind.

"God, I feel so full. I don't think I need to hunt for the next week," Jisung said the moment Minho fully disappeared.He wasted no time pulling you against his chest, guiding your spent body to rest on top of him. One arm wrapped securely around your back while the other stroked slowly up and down your spine. His skin was still warm, and the faint translucence around the edges of his form had mostly settled now that he was the only one left feeding on what little energy remained.

Your voice came out hoarse from all the moaning when you managed to ask him. "Are you okay?"

Jisung only chuckled, the sound low and soft against your hair. Although clearly you are the one should be asked that, he still answered.

"Of course I'm good. You gave us so much, human." His fingers kept moving gently along your back. "Minho might look dismissive, but he does like you a lot. To the point he's willing to go back first just so I could take care of you for a while."

After a few more moments of simply holding you, he carefully shifted and laid you down on your back. He propped himself up beside you.

"Here," he murmured. "I have a small gift for you."

He placed his hand flat against your lower abdomen. A mild, pleasant heat bloomed under his palm. Seconds later, a delicate mark etched itself into your skin—an elegant, dark tattoo-like symbol that settled just below your navel before the heat faded.

"There." Jisung brushed his thumb once over the new mark. "I think you know what that is, no? You can summon us again using that by channeling your energy, and we'll answer your call. That way you don't have to go through all the trouble of offerings and chanting a summoning circle. This will also protect you from any harm from other incubi that hunt. So you don't have to worry about that. And of course, only you could see it."

He pulled the blanket up over both of you, tucking it around your shoulders before drawing you back against his chest. His hands moved slowly and carefully—stroking your hair, rubbing gentle circles along your arms, occasionally pressing soft kisses to your forehead and temple. Whenever a residual tremor ran through your body, he only held you tighter and murmured quiet reassurances, letting you rest properly after everything the two of them had put you through.

taglist: @acai-girl-forevaaa, @hanjicheesecakeslice, @drivewithchan, @feffz, @daebakdani, @lilmissfergy, @franaby, @thespidermikchronicles, @twistedlybroken, @skzismyromanempire, @lixxiespixxi, @hands-off-my-dinosaur, @keymeadoww, @uhmokaythenn0, @hwhj8, @leenoknow143, @jenny190, @moonstruckhanji, @satosugu4l, @yunahdoll, @lamalaggante6, @sparklybunnygirl, @iambangchanswife, @niyummi, @shuporanporang, @ariaaleelynn, @seosexual, @jessie-grech, @letmecrackbangchan, @prod-jeekies, @r0binh00d8, @whoreforminsung

"It's a summoning book, dumbass. Specifically for... pleasure demons. Incubi. You know, the kind that are basically designed to fuck you stupid and leave you satisfied." She wiggled her eyebrows. "All you have to do is follow the ritual on that page. Light a few candles, say the words, offer a little blood, and boom—hot demon in your dorm room ready to service you."

You stared at her. Then back at the book. The page she pointed to showed a tall, beautiful male figure with dark wings and glowing eyes, kneeling between a woman's spread legs. The text beneath it was written in elegant black ink that almost seemed to shimmer under the dorm light.

"...You're serious?" you asked slowly.

"Dead serious." Yeri's grin widened. "Come on. It's our senior year. You've been studying so hard you forgot what fun is. Worst case scenario, nothing happens. Best case scenario..." She made a very vulgar hand gesture. "You finally get dicked down, though not by you know, natural way."

You bit your lip, still hesitant... but the idea was already settling under your skin. The grimoire rested heavy in your hands. And for the first time, the thought of doing something reckless felt a little too tempting.

"Well, you don't have to do it if you don't like it, you know," She said, leaning back on her hands. Her tone softened a little. "I just gave you an option. We could still find some other ways. Maybe set you up an online dating profile or something."

You stared down. The book felt heavier now. The strange symbols almost seemed to pulse under the dim light, and the illustration of the incubus kept drawing your eyes back to it—tall, beautiful, powerful, and very clearly designed for one purpose.

The thought alone of doing online dating made you want to groan. Awkward conversations. Bad photos. Guys who only wanted one thing and still managed to be disappointing about it. You'd already tried that route last semester and ended up more frustrated than when you started. You closed the book slowly, fingers lingering on the worn leather cover.

"...What if it actually works?" you asked quietly.

Her eyebrows shot up. "Then you get the best graduation present ever," she said, scooting closer. "Look, you didn't have to do it if you are very unconscious with it. But from everything I've read, these things are bound by the ritual. They can't hurt you unless you ask them to. They exist to please whoever summons them."

You chewed on your bottom lip, heart beating a little faster. The rational part of your brain was still screaming that this was a terrible, dangerous idea. But you are far more desperate than you thought you have been. You are much determined to graduate this college life with experiences you haven't done all your life, and that includes having sex.

"...Fine. I'll try it."

"Great! Let me know how it went, okay? I need the whole story!" she said, already bouncing toward the door. "I'll text you later. And don't chicken out!"

The door clicked shut behind her, leaving you alone in the quiet dorm room with the grimoire resting heavily on your lap.

The dorm room felt different once you started. Warm, dim light spilled from the small desk lamp you had left on, casting long soft shadows across the walls. Outside, the campus was quiet, it's 2:14 am. Inside, the only sounds were your own breathing and the soft cascade of chalk as you dragged it carefully across the floor.

Circle after circle. Lines intersecting. Symbols you didn't fully understand but copied as exactly as you could from the grimoire. The chalk made a dry, whispering sound against the floor, filling the silence until the summoning circle was complete.

You sat back on your heels for a moment, staring at your work. Then came the candles. One by one, you placed four black candles at the points of the circle and lit them.

You knelt inside the completed circle and reached for the first black candle.

"In nomine Ignis voco te..." You lit the first candle. The flame flared to life.

"In nomine Aeris voco te..." The second candle caught, its flame steady and bright.

"In nomine Aquae voco te..." The third candle burned.

"In nomine Terrae voco te..." The fourth candle joined the others, filling the room with warm, flickering light.

Your hands were slightly shaky when you reached for the needle. You pricked the tip of your finger, wincing at the small sharp sting. A bead of blood welled up quickly. You held your hand over the center of the circle and let the drop fall. It landed with a soft, almost inaudible sound, dark red against the pale salt. Then you began to chant.

"Et in nomine Spiriti, Prodi ad me, o noctis creatura; voluntati meae obsequere et in conspectu meo te manifesta."

A drop of blood fell into the center of the circle. You repeated the line, another drop.

"Et in nomine Spiriti, Prodi ad me, o noctis creatura; voluntati meae obsequere et in conspectu meo te manifesta."

Your voice started quiet, almost unsure, but grew steadier with each line of the summoning prayer. The foreign words felt strange on your tongue, heavy and ancient. As you spoke them the third time, the candle flames suddenly stretched higher, burning brighter, casting restless shadows across the walls. The temperature in the room shifted, a chill that raised goosebumps on your arms.

The moment the final drop of blood touched the circle, the entire room seemed to inhale. The candle flames stretched high toward the ceiling before suddenly dropping low, almost snuffing out completely, leaving only a dim, trembling glow. A deep, heavy pressure filled the air, thick and electric, pressing against your skin and making your ears ring, it even pushes you back out of the circle. The chalk lines of the summoning circle began to glow faintly, pulsing once, then twice, as if something on the other side was testing the barrier.

Then the darkness inside the circle thickened and twisted. Shadows pulled together like living smoke, coiling and rising until two tall figures slowly took shape at the same time. Broad shoulders, long legs, and large black wings briefly flared open before folding neatly against their backs. Both men were beautiful in a way that felt dangerous, and both looked hauntingly familiar.

The one on the left had soft yet sharp round and expressive eyes that glowed a deep gold, framed by slightly wavy dark hair that fell messily around his face. His features were expressive and almost boyish at first glance, but the slow, mischievous smirk that spread across his lips—complete with the pair of dimples—made him look anything but innocent. He carried an air of playful hunger, like he was already entertained by the situation.

The one on the right was sharper in every way. His eyes glowed a burning crimson, narrow and cat-like, set in an elegant, finely sculpted face. His dark hair was neat yet slightly tousled, and his expression was calm, intense, and quietly predatory. Everything about him felt precise and controlled, from the way he held himself to the way his gaze dragged slowly over your body without a single wasted movement.

"Well... this is unexpected," the golden-eyed incubus said, his voice low and smooth with a teasing lilt as he tilted his head, still smirking. "So long since the last time I have been summoned, but what's this? I am being summoned with you, huh?"

He glanced sideways at the crimson-eyed incubus with clear amusement, eyes gleaming. The other only gave a quiet, almost lazy hum in response, as if the situation barely surprised him. The crimson-eyed one turned his attention fully to you, stepping even closer until the heat of his body brushed against your front. His smirk widened, dimples faintly showing.

"Hm, not that I'm complaining," he started, a wide grin flashing across his face as his eyes slowly raked over you from head to toe. The look was open, hungry, and completely unapologetic. "I don't wanna hunt this week anyway."

He let the words hang in the air for a moment. His eyes lingered on the curve of your waist, the way your clothes sat against your body, and the slight nervous rise and fall of your chest.

The golden-eyed incubus finally moved. While the other one stayed where he was, still watching you. His bare feet made almost no sound against the floor as he crossed the remaining space between you. You were still sitting just outside the edge of the circle, legs folded beneath you in a loose W-sitting position, hands braced behind you for support as you looked up at him.

He stopped right in front of you. From this angle he seemed even taller, the warm glow of his eyes looking down at you with calm, focused intensity. Without saying anything, he reached out and gently tipped your chin upward with two fingers, forcing you to meet his gaze fully. His touch was cool at first, then warmed quickly against your skin. He held your face there, thumb resting lightly just beneath your lower lip as he studied you.

"What's your name, summoner?" he asked, voice low and even.

Your voice stayed trapped in your throat. You tried to answer him, but the words refused to come out. You weren't sure if it was the slight fear creeping up your spine from the heavy pressure both of them carried, or if it was the quiet excitement your body kept trying to lean into from the situation you had put yourself in. Either way, you could only stare up at the golden-eyed incubus, lips slightly parted, as his fingers kept your chin tilted toward him.

The silence stretched for a moment too long.

Then the crimson-eyed one spoke, his voice lighter than his companion's but still carrying that same undercurrent of hunger.

"Jisung, you're scaring her."

Jisung didn't immediately look away from you. His thumb brushed once, slowly, along the edge of your jaw before he finally glanced over his shoulder at the other. A faint, almost lazy smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"Am I?" he asked, though he didn't sound particularly concerned. His gaze returned to yours a second later, still holding your chin up with the same steady pressure. "Come on, Minho. You can't be that soft for her already. She summoned us. She can handle a little intensity."

Even so, the grip of his fingers softened slightly, becoming less demanding. He kept your face turned up toward him, but the touch no longer felt quite as overwhelming.

Minho stepped closer as well, stopping just beside his companion so that both of them were looking down at you from above. The glint in his eyes remained, but there was a sharper edge of interest now.

Jisung's fingers remained under your chin, keeping your face tilted up toward him even as Minho watched from the side. After a short silence, he asked again, his voice lower this time, steadier.

"I'll ask again," he said, voice low and even. "What is your name?"

This time the words managed to scrape their way out of your throat. Your voice came out hoarse, quieter than you intended.

"...Y/N."

The moment the name left your lips, something subtle shifted in the air between the three of you. Jisung's expression didn't change much, but the glow in his eyes deepened, as if the simple offering of your name had satisfied something in him. His thumb brushed once more along your jaw, slower this time, almost thoughtful.

"Well, hello there, Y/N," Minho repeated, tasting the name like it was something sweet. "I hope you realized what sort of mess you've got yourself into?"

A small laugh escaped from Jisung as he lowered himself down, sitting on the heel so that he was level with your line of vision. His golden eyes stayed on yours, calm and faintly amused.

"I suppose?" he started, glancing at the salt circle, the still-burning candles, and the open grimoire nearby. "Look how prepared she is. Drew a summoning circle, prepared the right offering, she even has the grimoire all about us and our nature. I'd say she thoroughly researched this, no?"

A smile crept onto Minho's face as he eyed both of you, then settled his gaze more directly on you. His eyes gleamed with quiet interest.

"Hm. She must have been so lonely to resort to this," he said, voice low. "Aren't you, summoner?"

Heat rushed straight to your face. Being called out so directly made your cheeks burn, and you dropped your gaze to the floor between you and Jisung, suddenly very aware of how exposed the whole situation felt. It all sounded a lot more desperate when said out loud by two incubi who were currently staring at you like they already knew every thought running through your head.

Jisung noticed immediately. His expression softened just a fraction. He reached out and gently took one of your hands, his fingers warm as they curled around yours. He gave a light tug, guiding you up from the floor until you were standing on slightly unsteady legs. Once you were upright, he kept hold of your hand for a moment longer, thumb brushing once over your knuckles in a quiet, almost soothing motion.

"You shouldn't be embarrassed," he said, voice lower now, calmer. His eyes stayed on your face as he spoke. "Minho and I have been summoned for the exact same reason more times than either of us can count. People get lonely. People get hungry. It's nothing we haven't seen before."

A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he glanced briefly toward Minho, then back to you.

"Though," he added, "we're usually called one at a time. The fact that your summoning pulled both of us at once either makes you a very talented summoner..." His gaze dipped briefly down your body before returning to your eyes. "Or you're just way too horny for one incubus to satiate that fuzzy feeling you're carrying around right now."

Your face burned even hotter. Jisung's words only made the blush deepen, spreading from your cheeks down to your neck as you tried to look anywhere but at him. The way he had so casually laid out the truth of why you summoned them left you feeling completely seen, and the embarrassment of it made your pulse race even faster.

A slow, almost fond smile tugged at his lips as he watched the color rise in your face. Something about how flustered you looked clearly pleased him. The way he looked at you then was sharper, hungrier, like the sight of you blushing and shifting under his gaze made him want to close the remaining distance and pounce on you right there on the dorm room floor.

Minho, on the other hand, stepped in closer from the side. His eyes drifted over you with open appreciation before he spoke, voice low and unhurried.

"I can practically smell you," he said, not unkindly. "Your arousal. Your need." His gaze flicked down briefly, then back to your face. "It's rolling off you so clearly and it's so distracting."

He tilted his head slightly, a small smile still playing on his lips.

"You don't need to worry, summoner. Just like the reason you called us here... we'll fulfill your wish." His tone was calm, almost reassuring, but the heat behind his words was unmistakable. "That's what we are for, after all."

You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself as the growing fear settled deeper in your chest. You were dealing with incubi, after all. Real ones. The weight of that fact finally seemed to catch up with you all at once.

"I don't know..." you started, voice quieter now as you moved to sit at the edge of the bed. Your hands rested nervously on your thighs. "I didn't really think this would work since this was my friend's idea. I'm honestly scared."

Jisung was the first to respond. He shifted his body facing you. He slightly tightens the grip on your head as if he was trying to pull your head back to you.

"Aw, you shouldn't be scared," he said, his voice low and reassuring. "We know humans have painted us as entities that leave their prey dead, but no... we are not like that."

He rested one forearm loosely across his knee. "We feed on human's sexual energy, not your life force. So the more aroused you are, the more we can feed on you."

Minho, who had been listening quietly, let out a soft hum of agreement. He stepped a little closer to the side of the bed. "Sounds like a good deal, no?" he added, tone calm and almost conversational. "We get fed, you get pleasured."

"Now if we are done with your demonology lessons, Ji, can I get my meal now?" Minho asked, his voice carrying a clear edge of irritation. The hunger in it was obvious, sharpened by how long Jisung had been stalling.

Jisung only chuckled under his breath, clearly used to this side of him.

"You really can't control yourself when you're hungry, no?" he said, glancing over his shoulder at Minho with a faint smirk.

"Fine. I don't wanna deal with your grumpy ass anyway." He turned his attention fully back to you then. Rising from his seat, Jisung reached out and gently took your wrist, his touch warm as he guided you up from the edge of the mattress and further onto your own bed.

"Come here, pretty human," he said, voice lower now, almost coaxing as he drew you closer.

The moment Jisung pulled you close, he closed the remaining distance without hesitation.

His hand slid up to the back of your neck as he leaned in and pressed his mouth to yours. The kiss started firm but unhurried, lips moving against yours with a slow, deliberate hunger that made it clear he intended to take his time. When your breath hitched, he tilted his head and deepened it, tongue slipping past your lips as he tasted you properly. One of his hands settled at your waist, fingers pressing in just enough to keep you against him while he kissed you like he had all night to explore your mouth.

Jisung kept the pace controlled but intense, occasionally pulling back just enough to let you breathe before claiming your lips again. Soft, wet sounds filled the quiet room as he made out with you thoroughly, his eyes half-lidded whenever he briefly opened them to look at you. Every time you responded—whether by gripping his shirt or leaning further into him—he answered with a deeper press of his mouth, clearly feeding on the way your body was starting to melt against his.

Minho, however, was growing restless. He had been watching from the side with increasing impatience, eyes dark and fixed on the way Jisung kept you occupied. After several long minutes of being left out, he finally moved. Without a word, Minho reached out and shoved Jisung hard enough by the shoulder to break the kiss, forcing him back just enough to create space.

Jisung pulled away with a slightly breathless laugh, lips still shiny, and shot Minho an annoyed but unsurprised look.

"Greedy," he muttered, though there was no real heat in it.

Minho ignored the comment entirely. His attention was already on you as he stepped into the space Jisung had just occupied, one hand coming up to cup your jaw while his eyes dragged over your flushed face and kiss-swollen lips.

"Suit yourself," Jisung chimed, still slightly breathless from the kiss as he wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb. A slow, knowing grin spread across his face. "I'll just busy my mouth with something else."

Without waiting for a response, he shifted down the bed. His hands slid up your thighs until they reached the waistband of your lower garments. He hooked his fingers under the fabric and began tugging it down, pulling the annoying barrier away from your skin. You lifted your hips slightly to help him, and he drew the clothing the rest of the way off, tossing it aside without care. The moment you were bare to him, Jisung's eyes fixated on it with clear hunger. He settled more firmly between your legs, hands pressing your thighs open, and then he dove in.

The first drag of his tongue against your core pulled a sharp, involuntary sound from your throat.

Before the moan could fully escape, Minho leaned down and captured your mouth with his. His kiss was firmer than Jisung's had been earlier. Deeper, more insistent as he used his lips and tongue to muffle every sound trying to leave you. One of his hands stayed cupped against your jaw, keeping you in place while he kissed you thoroughly, swallowing the soft, broken noises that kept rising each time Jisung's mouth worked between your legs.

Jisung was unhurried but relentless. He licked slow, deliberate stripes through your folds before focusing on your clit, sucking gently at first and then with more pressure as your hips twitched under him. Every reaction he pulled from you only seemed to encourage him further, his hands tightening on your thighs to keep you spread open for his mouth.

Jisung clearly loved the way you reacted to him. After a while of devouring your clit, he finally pulled his mouth away, leaving you wet and aching. Instead of giving you any real break, he brought two fingers up and began slowly swirling them over your already overstimulated bud, rubbing tight, deliberate circles that made your thighs jump. A low, pleased sound left him as he watched your face.

Behind him, his tail swayed with open excitement, the tip curling and uncurling as he fed on the sharp spike of your sexual energy.

"You have the sweetest energy I've had in a while," Jisung murmured, golden eyes half-lidded with satisfaction. "It's thick... rich. So addictive."

And before you could fully process the praise, his tail moved. The smooth, prehensile length slid between your legs and pressed against your entrance, slick from how wet you already were.

He let the tip tease you for a moment before pushing inside, the flexible thickness of his tail sinking into you with a slow, sinuous motion no ordinary cock could match. Once buried deep, it began to move in a way that felt almost alive, curling, pressing, and stroking against spots inside you that normal fingers or a regular length could never reach so precisely.

The sensation ripped a louder moan from your throat.

Minho, who had been keeping your mouth occupied, finally pulled back from the kiss just enough to let the sounds escape. His crimson eyes stayed locked on your face as you moaned and whined, clearly enjoying every broken noise Jisung was pulling out of you. His thumb brushed over your bottom lip, still wet from their kissing, while he watched you fall apart between them.

Your hips lifted on their own, grinding up to meet the dual stimulation of Jisung's fingers on your clit and his tail working deep inside you. The more you moved, the richer your energy became, and both incubi reacted to it immediately. Jisung's tail curled harder against that sensitive spot inside you, and Minho's gaze darkened with open hunger, the two of them growing more intoxicated with every roll of your hips and every desperate sound you made.

Minho exhaled deeply, the sound low and strained as he clearly fought to keep himself in check. The amount of arousal rolling off you was thick enough that even he, usually the more composed of the two, was affected by it. Still, he didn't rush. Instead, he leaned in closer and began pressing soft, deliberate kisses along the side of your face, first against the shell of your ear, then your cheek, then lower to the sensitive skin of your neck.

"You're making us feel so good," he whispered against your skin, voice rough with restraint. "Feeding us this well... taking Jisung so prettily... You have no idea what you're doing to us."

Each quiet praise sank straight into you. The combination of his warm mouth on your neck and the intimate words he kept murmuring pushed you closer and closer to the edge. Your body reacted instantly, thighs trembling, breath catching until you clenched hard around the tail still buried inside you.

Jisung felt it immediately. A low, pleased sound left him as your walls clamped down around the flexible length. Rather than easing up, he doubled down. His fingers rubbed faster, tighter circles over your clit while his tail curled and thrust more insistently, pressing firmly against that deep, sensitive spot it had already found. The dual stimulation turned sharper, more relentless, clearly meant to drag you the rest of the way over.

"That's it," Jisung murmured from between your legs, golden eyes watching every reaction.

A broken cry left your throat as you came hard around Jisung's tail, your walls clamping down in tight, rhythmic pulses. Your hips jerked involuntarily, thighs shaking as the orgasm tore through you, sharp and overwhelming after how long they had been building it. Wetness spilled around the length still buried inside you, and your whole body arched between the two of them as the pleasure kept rolling in waves.

Neither of them pulled away. Jisung kept his tail moving through it, slower now, curling and pressing to draw the orgasm out as long as possible. His fingers eased off your clit just enough to avoid pushing you into pain, instead rubbing soft, steady circles that helped you ride every pulse. Golden eyes stayed fixed on your face, watching the way you fell apart for them.

"There we go," he murmured, voice thick with satisfaction. "Ride it out. Don't hold back."

Minho held you against his chest through it, one hand still cradling the side of your face while the other stroked along your stomach. He pressed another kiss to your temple, then your cheek, his voice low and coaxing against your skin.

"Let it go," he urged softly. "Give it to us."

They stayed right there with you as the climax stretched on, both of them feeding openly on the thick surge of sexual energy that poured off you. Jisung slowly withdrew his tail, the length slipping free as he eased his hands off your thighs. The thick haze of the orgasm still lingered, leaving your limbs heavy and your breathing uneven as you came down from the height they had pushed you to. Only when you seemed steady enough did Minho speak.

"Switch with me," he said to Jisung, voice low but clear with intent.

Jisung let out a quiet, amused sound and moved without argument. He shifted up the bed while Minho guided you onto your hands and knees. Large hands firm on your hips as he positioned you the way he wanted. Once you were on all fours, Minho settled behind you, the heat of his body pressing in close as his palms smoothed over the curve of your ass and down your thighs.

In front of you, Jisung made himself comfortable. He sat back against the headboard slightly, legs open, and reached out to tip your chin up so you were looking at him. His eyes were dark with renewed hunger as he took in the sight of you between them.

"Hm, we met again, Y/N," Jisung murmured, teasing, thumb brushing over your lower lip. "Haa, such a pretty face you have."

Minho's hands tightened on your hips as he lined himself up from behind. The thick head of his cock pressed against your entrance, already slick from everything Jisung had done to you earlier. With one steady push, he sank into you, stretching you open around him until he was buried deep. A low, satisfied sound left him as he bottomed out, fingers digging into your flesh while he adjusted to the heat of your body.

In front of you, Jisung watched the way your mouth fell open at the sudden fullness. A slow grin spread across his face. "Look at that," he murmured. "Your mouth looks so lonely."

He shifted closer and guided the head of his cock to your lips. When you parted them, he pushed forward, sliding into the warm wetness of your mouth with a quiet groan. One hand settled in your hair, not forcing but holding, as he began to move in shallow thrusts that matched the rhythm Minho was setting behind you.

Minho started fucking you in earnest then—deep, deliberate strokes that rocked your body forward onto Jisung's cock with every thrust. The dual sensation left you trapped between them, filled from both ends as the two incubi used you exactly the way they wanted. Minho's hips met your ass with steady, heavy snaps, while Jisung kept your mouth occupied.

"Fuck—just like that," Minho muttered from behind, voice rough with pleasure. "Take it."

Jisung's fingers stroked through your hair, his own breathing growing heavier as he fucked your mouth. The wet sounds of both of them moving inside you filled the dimly lit dorm room, mixed with the low, hungry noises the two incubi made as they fed on every reaction they pulled from your body.

They fucked you in earnest, and neither of them could keep their hands still. Minho's grip on your waist tightened hard, fingers digging into your skin as he drove into you from behind with deep, powerful strokes. Every thrust pulled a fresh wave of sexual energy from your body, and the more he fed on it the rougher his hold became. His palms stayed locked around your waist like he needed the contact to ground himself, hips snapping forward with growing intensity as the dual pleasure of being buried inside you and drinking down your arousal clearly got to him. Low, rough groans left his throat with nearly every movement, the sound vibrating against your back whenever he leaned in closer.

In front of you, Jisung was just as restless. His left hand stayed fisted in your hair, holding your head in place as he fucked your mouth with steady, shallow thrusts. His right hand, however, refused to stay idle, sliding down to grope your breast, fingers squeezing and kneading the soft flesh in time with the way he moved between your lips. Every time you moaned around him, the vibration made his grip in your hair tighten and his hand on your chest grow bolder. Golden eyes stayed half-lidded with pleasure as he fed on both the wet heat of your mouth and the thick sexual energy pouring off you.

"Fuck..." Jisung groaned, the sound low and strained. His fingers flexed against your breast, thumb brushing over your nipple as he continued using your mouth. "You feel so sooo good."

Even while using your mouth, Jisung's golden eyes flicked past you, and a low chuckle left him when he saw the other incubus's tail. The dark length had started to wiggle uncontrollably behind Minho, the tip twitching and curling with clear lack of restraint.

"Oh, Minho," Jisung said, voice rough with amusement and pleasure. "You're so near, aren't you? Your tail's wiggling so much. You do that whenever you're close." His fingers tightened slightly in your hair as he kept moving between your lips. "Come on. Give it to her. She deserves it."

Those words hit both of you at once. A broken groan tore from your throat around Jisung's cock at the same time Minho let out a deep, strained sound behind you. The dual reaction only pushed everything higher. Your walls clamped down hard around Minho's cock as the orgasm crashed through you, pulsing tightly around him while you came all over his length. The sudden pressure and the fresh surge of sexual energy ripped the last of Minho's control away.

He buried himself to the hilt and held there, relishing the tight, fluttering heat of your core for a few thick seconds before he followed you over. With a low, guttural groan, Minho came inside you, spilling deep as his fingers dug hard into your waist and his tail gave one last sharp twitch behind him.

The sight of you and Minho sharing an orgasm pushed Jisung past the point of restraint. He had been holding himself back until then, keeping his thrusts into your mouth relatively controlled, but watching the two of you come undone together made something in him snap. A low, rough moan left his throat as his hips began to move faster, the earlier gentleness forgotten. His grip in your hair tightened, holding your head steady while he fucked your mouth with quicker, deeper strokes, eyes locked on the way your lips stretched around him.

"Fuck— that's it. Take it," he groaned, voice turning more vocal with every movement. Another broken sound slipped out of him as the thick wave of your post-orgasm sexual energy wrapped around him, rich and overwhelming. It fed straight into his system and shoved him right to his limit.

Jisung's breathing turned sharp and uneven. His hips stuttered once, then twice, before he pushed deep and held there with a long, strained groan. He came hard down your throat, making sure you took every drop as the pulses kept coming. His hand stayed firm in your hair the entire time, keeping you in place until he had fully finished.

Only when the last of it was spent did he slowly pull out. The sudden absence made you cough and gasp for air, saliva and the taste of him still on your tongue as you tried to catch your breath. Jisung stayed close, chest rising and falling heavily, golden eyes dark with satisfaction as he looked down at the mess he'd made of your mouth.

Breathing hard, Minho slowly pulled out of you. The sudden emptiness made your body go slack, and you dropped down onto the bed, completely tired and spent. Your limbs felt heavy, your skin still flushed and sensitive from everything they had put you through. For a moment the only sounds in the room were the three of you trying to catch your breath.

Minho sat back on his heels, wiping a hand over his face as he clearly felt the strain of remaining in the human realm. The pull of the demon realm was growing stronger now that your energy had been so thoroughly taken. After a few seconds, he glanced toward Jisung.

"I think I need to go back now."

Jisung's forehead creased immediately. "Already?" he asked, still slightly breathless. "Dining and dashing, are we?"

Minho shot him a flat look, though there was no real irritation behind it

"It's not that. She's already spent and drained after being used by two of us. I don't think her energy will suffice to keep both of us here anymore." He nodded toward Jisung. "Look. You're even starting to come see-through now."

Jisung glanced down at his own hands. Sure enough, the edges of his form had begun to flicker faintly, the solid shape of him growing slightly translucent around the margins. He clicked his tongue in mild annoyance but didn't argue.

"I'll let you handle her for now, since aftercare is what you're good for," Minho said to Jisung, his voice quieter now that the sharp edge of hunger had faded.

He leaned closer to you and pressed a soft kiss against your glistening cheek, the touch surprisingly gentle compared to how roughly he had used you earlier. His crimson eyes lingered on your face for a moment as he brushed a damp strand of hair away from your skin.

"Summon us again once you've recovered, yeah?" he murmured. "I'll wait for it."

With that, Minho finally pulled back. The air around him shimmered as his form began to dissolve, dark smoke curling around his shoulders and wings before he fully faded from the dorm room, leaving only the faint scent of something warm and otherworldly behind.

"God, I feel so full. I don't think I need to hunt for the next week," Jisung said the moment Minho fully disappeared.He wasted no time pulling you against his chest, guiding your spent body to rest on top of him. One arm wrapped securely around your back while the other stroked slowly up and down your spine. His skin was still warm, and the faint translucence around the edges of his form had mostly settled now that he was the only one left feeding on what little energy remained.

Your voice came out hoarse from all the moaning when you managed to ask him. "Are you okay?"

Jisung only chuckled, the sound low and soft against your hair. Although clearly you are the one should be asked that, he still answered.

"Of course I'm good. You gave us so much, human." His fingers kept moving gently along your back. "Minho might look dismissive, but he does like you a lot. To the point he's willing to go back first just so I could take care of you for a while."

After a few more moments of simply holding you, he carefully shifted and laid you down on your back. He propped himself up beside you.

"Here," he murmured. "I have a small gift for you."

He placed his hand flat against your lower abdomen. A mild, pleasant heat bloomed under his palm. Seconds later, a delicate mark etched itself into your skin—an elegant, dark tattoo-like symbol that settled just below your navel before the heat faded.

"There." Jisung brushed his thumb once over the new mark. "I think you know what that is, no? You can summon us again using that by channeling your energy, and we'll answer your call. That way you don't have to go through all the trouble of offerings and chanting a summoning circle. This will also protect you from any harm from other incubi that hunt. So you don't have to worry about that. And of course, only you could see it."

He pulled the blanket up over both of you, tucking it around your shoulders before drawing you back against his chest. His hands moved slowly and carefully—stroking your hair, rubbing gentle circles along your arms, occasionally pressing soft kisses to your forehead and temple. Whenever a residual tremor ran through your body, he only held you tighter and murmured quiet reassurances, letting you rest properly after everything the two of them had put you through.

taglist: @acai-girl-forevaaa, @hanjicheesecakeslice, @drivewithchan, @feffz, @daebakdani, @lilmissfergy, @franaby, @thespidermikchronicles, @twistedlybroken, @skzismyromanempire, @lixxiespixxi, @hands-off-my-dinosaur, @keymeadoww, @uhmokaythenn0, @hwhj8, @leenoknow143, @jenny190, @moonstruckhanji, @satosugu4l, @yunahdoll, @lamalaggante6, @sparklybunnygirl, @iambangchanswife, @niyummi, @shuporanporang, @ariaaleelynn, @seosexual, @jessie-grech, @letmecrackbangchan, @prod-jeekies, @r0binh00d8, @whoreforminsung

the man reached out and gently took her hand. it was cold. it's always so cold now.

“i’m sorry i couldn’t come sooner,” he whispered as if she could only hear him if his voice was underlying. “but i finally did it. our latest subject didn’t fail.” his words were filled with hope. “it’s rewriting its own dna in real time. i can use it to bring you back again.”

he pressed his forehead to the back of her hand, eyes squeezing shut.

“i know what this makes me,” he said quietly. “but they’ll never understand what it’s like. i won’t let you go even if i have to tear the whole world apart to do it.”

for a long moment the only sound was the beep of the machines around her pale resting figure.

he lifted his head again, brushing a strand of thin hair from her face. he stayed there until the nurse’s footsteps echoed into the room. only then did he stand, shoulders heavy, and slipped back into the shadows of the hallway.

entry - 75

suspect: han chulsoo

hypothesized to be (or have direct involvement with) the individual(s) responsible for the recent attacks. motive and operational strategies remain unknown and can only be inferred at this stage

“here you go,” a voice chimed from beside you, pulling you out of your focused typing.

it was jisung, holding out a cup of bubble tea with the straw already in.

“thanks,” you said, taking it from him with a small smile.

you glanced out the window. it was a beautiful sunny day, natural light pouring into the bubble tea shop and hitting your laptop screen, dimming it and highlighting every speck of dust and fingerprint.

“it’s pretty out,” you said, wrapping your lips around the straw.

“you’re prettier,” he said, winking as he dropped into the seat across from you. 

you rolled your eyes and let out a sigh as you slammed the cup down onto the table.

“my girlfriend fucking hates me,” he said while scoffing.

“no, that couldn’t be more wrong,” you said, lips curving.

jisung’s small smile grew and he reached across the table and took your hand, threading your fingers together before gently pulling it toward him. he rested his forehead against your hand, eyes slipping shut. then he turned his face just enough to press a soft kiss to your palm.

“okay, so i’ve been thinking,” you glanced back at your laptop, the document still open with its sparse notes on the suspect. “our first step should be figuring out where these mutants are coming from.” 

jisung nodded in response, staring off into nothing as he leaned his cheek against your hand. 

you furrowed your eyebrows, dropping into a whisper, “everything okay?” 

he went quiet for a long moment as he bit his lower lip and set your hand back down on the table.

“sorry,” jisung said. “i’m just finding it a little hard to wrap my head around it.”

you tilted your head to the side. “yeah?”

“it’s just… out of all people, the person involved is professor han.” he shook his head slightly. “i’ve always looked up to him. he was like… my mr. keating.”

“your unconventional teacher.” you said.

“exactly!” he said, throwing his arms up. “and the fact that it’s him, gosh. i’m not trying to doubt you in any way, baby. but it doesn’t make sense…and it does at the same time.”

“no, i get it,” you said. “he made you feel good about who you are, and it almost seemed like he was reaching the same goal as us.”

“but on the other hand, he’s a genius in his field, and if anyone was smart enough to create those things, it’s him.” jisung added.

you let out a quiet sigh, fingers loosely tangled with his on the table. “i also wish it was someone else,” you admitted. “anyone else.”

“we just need to see the upside from here on,” he said. “the fact that it’s him might actually work in our favor. while everyone else is out there throwing theories, we already know who’s behind it.”

“i’ve heard some people say the mutants are being made from dead bodies,” you muttered, almost laughing at how ridiculous it sounded. “which is—”

“impossible,” he said, finally stabbing his own drink with a wide straw. “zombies are cool in movies and all, but brain death is irreversible.” 

you shook your head. “and don’t even get me started on the ‘government weapons theory’”

“what’s that?”

you tilted your head to the side, “apparently some people think the mutants were sent from the north to kill all of us.”

jisung’s eyebrows flew up. “wouldn’t border control have seen them coming from that direction and been hit first? it’s only seoul being targeted, so that doesn’t add up at all.”

“which means they’re coming from inside of the city,” you said, tapping the table for emphasis. 

“as in professor han.” jisung said.

you paused, tracing the rim of your cup with your fingertip. “um… how much do you actually know about him?”

“more than most students, i guess. he used to work in the states at oscorp industries. ” his eyes lit up a little despite everything. “which is crazy. i mean, oscorp. if i was smart enough to work in new york city, i’d be the happiest man alive. he never told us why he left, though. since then, he’s been at the university for about five years.”

“he probably knows a ton about mutations and human enhancement from working there.” you glanced back at your laptop screen. “i’ll see what i can find online. there’s gotta be some things he’s published or any evidence of people funding his research.”

jisung nodded slowly, his fingers tapping a rhythm against the side of his cup. “and i’ll tail him the next few days to see where he goes once the building empties out.”

you raised an eyebrow. “creepy much? that’s too risky.”

instead of answering right away, jisung’s brown eyes sparkled with mischief. he glanced quickly around the bubble tea shop to make sure no one was paying attention, then mouthed the words, “i’m spider-man.”

your eyes widened for half a second before you rolled them, fighting the grin that wanted to break free. under the table, you lightly kicked his shin in retaliation. jisung bit his lip to stifle a smile, teeth sinking into the plush flesh. the sight of it sent a flutter through your stomach.

“everything we’re doing is risky,” he said. “but if we’re going to prove it’s him before the city gets overrun, we can’t keep waiting. i’ll get on it tonight.”

you opened your mouth to reply, when a chime interrupted you. jisung’s phone alarm was going off.

“it’s 3:50, i’ve got my lecture soon.” he stood up, slinging his backpack over one shoulder. he leaned down and pressed a quick peck to your forehead. 

“you can’t chase after him tonight. we’re supposed to be meeting with mina and seojun,” you said, looking up at him with a small frown.

jisung paused, rubbing the back of his neck with a sheepish grin. “whoops. cover for me?”

you let out a long sigh, crossing your arms. 

he chuckled softly, that warm sound you loved, and cupped your cheek for a second, thumb brushing gently over your skin. “stay safe, baby.”

with one last smile, he turned and headed out of the bubble tea shop, the little bell above the door jingling behind him. you watched him go, the afternoon sunlight catching his hair as he disappeared down the street.

hannie

i can still make it

be there in ten seconds!

i’m changing into jisung clothes rn

you set your drink down and looked up at the others. “jisung’s on his way.”

mina immediately perked up. “finally! tell him to hurry the fuck up.”

seojun kept swirling the ice in his glass. “that guy always has something going on.”

you let out a soft laugh. “he got roped into helping someone with their lab work. he has zero ability to say no.” you said, adding an eyeroll. 

seojun barked out a laugh. “gosh, what a dumbass. am i right?”

“entirely,” you said.

just then, the door chimed brightly behind you. all three of you turned at the sound.

jisung stepped inside, hair tousled and cheeks flushed. his eyes swept across the bar with a lost expression. he still hadn’t gotten used to the layout of this new spot since your usual bar was still under construction after that attack last year.

“this fucking airhead.” mina muttered as jisung was still looking around. “jisung! over here!”

his head snapped toward your table. the second he spotted all of you, he let out a cartoonish gasp, and made a beeline for the booth. he slid in beside you with zero grace, bumping your shoulder on the way. 

“what’s so funny?” he asked, glancing around at everyone who was snickering at him.

the three of you immediately shook your heads in unison. the waitress came by a moment later, notepad in hand. jisung ordered a fruity cocktail. 

the four of you fell into conversation like usual, talking about everything and nothing. at one point seojun poked jisung’s arm to tease him, only to get shocked at how built it felt underneath. you and jisung immediately had to scramble to come up with explanations for why he had a better sleeper build than anyone else in the room.

eventually, you started finding yourself zoning out between conversations and replying seconds too late at what people said. 

jisung was sipping on his second drink when his eyes flicked sideways to you. a smile tugged at his mouth. “you good?” he asked.

“mmhmm.” you nodded and the motion made the room tilt just slightly. your cheeks felt warm. you pressed your cool glass against one of them for a second, then gave up and set it down again. your shoulder drifted sideways of its own accord and you leaned against jisung’s solid arm.

your fingers found the edge of his sleeve where it had ridden up a little. you poked the bare skin of his bicep. when he glanced down, you were looking up at him, a tipsy smile on your face and your lower lip caught between your teeth.

“stop it,” he whispered fondly, a chuckle threatening to escape.

his fingers slid through the strands near your temple, then he slowly started petting your hair. a happy sigh left you before you could catch it. your eyes fluttered half-shut as you leaned more fully into him, cheek pressed against his shoulder.

the bar eventually got emptier and the sky was completely dark. you checked the time on your phone, squinting at the numbers, then nudged jisung’s knee under the table.

“we should… call it a night,” you mumbled, the sentence trailing off as you leaned more of your weight into him.

he nodded without hesitation, already reaching for his wallet.

seojun and mina had gone strangely quiet. they exchanged a glance. mina’s fingers tightened around her glass as she looked between the two of you.

you both spoke at the same time.

“what?”

the laughter from earlier had completely evaporated. it did not seem to be coming back anytime soon. seojun kept chewing on his bottom lip, eyes darting everywhere but at the two of you.

mina cleared her throat. her voice was as small as a mouse’s. very unlike her.

“we have something to tell you.”

jisung’s hand paused over his wallet.

the silence stretched. 

“well? spit it out,” you said, a nervous edge managing to creep into your slurring voice.

jisung’s eyes flicked between them. “are you…engaged?”

seojun nodded slowly. “i mean, yes but—.”

“oh my god!” you breathed, a smile spreading across your face.

jisung’s hand flew up to cover his mouth, eyes wide.

“but wait, wait—” mina cut in quickly, waving her hands.

seojun rubbed the back of his neck, looking down at the table as he slowly continued. “there’s more to it.”

mina sighed. “we’re leaving the city.”

you blinked. “as in…leaving leaving?”

“it’s too dangerous here now.” mina leaned forward, eyes glassy. “we’re going south, back to my parents’ place. they want us to get married there and build our life somewhere safer.”

you swallowed hard. “but…what about university? and work?”

seojun let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “fuck all that! who knows if we’re even gonna make it to the end of the year? people are going missing and dying left and right. buildings burn and the streets stay empty the next morning like nothing happened. no one in charge does a goddamn thing. the only person even trying is that lone vigilante running around out there, and god knows how reliable he’ll be in the long run!”

you glanced up at jisung. his eyes were fixed on the table. your fingers found the fabric of his shirt and held on without thinking.

mina reached across and took your other hand gently. “you guys should come too.”

you and jisung both knew you couldn’t.

“staying is suicide. you both know it.” seojun exhaled sharply. “you’d be stupid not to leave.”

mina immediately put a hand on his arm, squeezing gently to warn him. “seojun…”

“i’m sorry,” he said, as he looked between the two of you. “but you’re our friends. some of the smartest people i’ve known since high school. and i get it. we all grew up in smaller towns, so seoul feels like everything. but there are great opportunities outside of here too.”

“i understand where you two are coming from…but there are things we can’t leave here right now.” jisung said.

mina and seojun exchanged another worried look.

“just think about it, okay?” mina said softly. “that’s all we’re asking.”

you nodded, throat tight. “so… when do you leave?”

mina gave you a sad smile. “in two weeks.”

you forced a breath and tried to find something that didn’t sound like goodbye. “then we make the time we have left count.”

you all stood up as mina pulled jisung into a tight hug first, then you. “we’ll make the most of it, okay?” she whispered.

you hugged her back fiercely, then pulled away with a watery smile, glancing between the two of them. 

“and congratulations, you two,” you said. “we always knew you two were meant to be.”

mina’s eyes shimmered as she smiled, pulling you into another quick squeeze. “thank you… really. we’ll make sure to find a day where you two can make it for the ceremony, but that won’t be for at least a month or two. we’re thinking of doing something small once we’re settled.”

seojun nudged jisung’s shoulder with a teasing grin. “your turn soon.” he whispered.

jisung immediately went red, ears burning as he ducked his head and let out a flustered chuckle.

after a few more plans were made and one last round of hugs, you all made your way out of the bar. you and jisung watched the couple walk off down the street, their arms linked together. their steps eventually became synchronized just how yours and jisung’s often were. a distant siren wailed somewhere along the han river.

jisung’s hand found yours. his fingers were still a little cold from the glass he’d been holding.

you both started making your way home, shoulders brushing every few steps since the sidewalk was narrow. neither of you spoke. every so often the ground seemed to shift under you, and you stumbled a little before jisung steadied you.

the new bar was farther from campus than the old one had been. the route took you past two boarded-up storefronts and a stretch of wall still scarred with black scorch marks from the last “incident.” someone had tried to scrub the graffiti off, but the words where is she were still faintly visible under a layer of gray paint.

jisung’s thumb brushed over your knuckles. “you okay?”

you hummed in response, which could have been both a yes and a no. your feet began to cross the other and your uneven steps pulled you closer to him, then farther, then closer again. your shoulder bumped into his, and your balance slipped completely.

jisung’s other hand caught your upper arm immediately, making both of you stop in your tracks.

“oh gosh, baby, we should take a moment,” he whispered in your ear.

you nodded sluggishly. only then did you notice the wooden bench he was guiding you towards. 

your eyes drifted shut the moment you sank onto the slats. you turned and pressed your face into the warm curve of his neck and slid both arms around his torso.

jisung shivered faintly—ticklish more than anything. he shimmied one arm free from between your bodies before wrapping it around you, palm landing between your shoulder blades.

“…peter…”

it left your mouth heavily slurred against his skin. jisung had zero idea why you were using that silly nickname; the only times it ever came out of your mouth were as a joke. you must have been pretty out of it.

when he didn’t answer right away, you lifted your head to try again.

“peter han jisung!”

he flinched at the sudden volume so close to his ear, a startled sound escaping him.

“yes, baby?” he asked shakily.

“i need to tell you something.”

you stayed pressed against him. 

“i need you to know that…i’m not leaving you.” you mumbled.

jisung’s mind had gone blank for a second, not knowing what to think, what to feel.

you drew a slow breath against his neck. “even after everything they just tried to say. i know you can’t go. and i need you to hear me when i say there’s nothing—nothing—that could make me walk away from you. not them… not fear of the city falling apart.”

his arm tightened almost unconsciously around you.

“i’m staying,” you finished softly. “with you.”

jisung inhaled before speaking. “you know seojun wasn’t wrong. every logical part of me is telling me that you should go south like everyone with half a brain is doing.” 

“i promised you, jisung,” you whispered. “i promised i was gonna stay with you.”

“i know,” he said. his hand came up to cradle the back of your head, holding you closer. “so i’ll give everything i have so that you don’t make the wrong choice. so that you never have to get hurt because of me.”

he closed the last bit of space between you and rested his forehead against yours. you let your eyes slip shut.

“i love you,” you said.

“i love you too,” he answered.

you leaned in and kissed him.

after a moment you pulled back, your forehead still nearly touching his.

“i’m not leaving,” you said quietly. “not when we’re this close to figuring it out.”

jisung went silent. his eyes searched yours in the dim light for a few long seconds before he finally spoke.

“about that…”

“what?”

“you know how i traced han today, right?”

“mhm.”

he exhaled slowly, the sound almost shaky. “i don’t know if he’s who we’re after. i really don’t know anymore.”

your brows drew together. “why?”

“i followed him home.” jisung said. “there wasn’t anything off about him. nothing sketchy at all. he met up with a woman, probably his wife, and they just went grocery shopping. like any normal civilian."

he paused.

“it could mean nothing. he could still be involved. but you know, it wasn’t what i expected.”

“oh…” you said, looking down.

“sorry. i know that’s not what you wanted to hear. ”

you shook your head, the motion making the world tilt a little. your fingers curled loosely into the front of his shirt. “it’s okay.”

jisung’s brows furrowed.

“…who are you,” he teased, “and what did you do to my persistent girlfriend?”

“she’s fucking tired.” your voice came out muffled against his collarbone.

a low chuckle rumbled in his chest and he pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head.

“alright, alright. let’s get you home.”

the sharp blare of an alarm dragged you out of sleep. 

you fumbled for the phone, squinting against the brightness as you shut the noise off. for a moment you sat there in silence, fighting the urge to fall back asleep. after a few attempts of counting down from three, you swung your legs over the side and stood right up.

the bathroom light made you wince. you looked up into the mirror expecting last night’s makeup still smudged across your face, but your skin was clean and lightly moisturized. you didn’t remember washing up or setting an alarm. it must have been jisung again.

you picked up your toothbrush and, like always, turned on the live news on your phone. it was partly out of the anxiety that you would hear a name you knew.

the reporter’s voice filled the small bathroom.

“…new missing person reports filed overnight. authorities are asking for any information regarding these two women, both middle-aged, last seen in different districts across the city…”

two photographs appeared on the screen. you frowned, the toothbrush almost slipping from your foaming mouth.

both women looked quite ordinary. one with short dark hair and kind eyes, the other wearing glasses. you didn’t recognize either of them. this exact thing had happened a few weeks ago. you rinsed your mouth and spit, never taking your eyes off the screen.

“…police are treating the cases as linked due to similarities in the circumstances of their disappearances. both women were last seen leaving work and never arrived home. family members report that neither had any known history of conflict. in related news, city officials are once again urging residents to avoid walking alone after dark and to report any unusual activity immediately. this brings the total number of unexplained missing persons in seoul over the past two months to—”

you turned the volume down, the rest of the sentence fading into background noise. the toothbrush went back into its cup with an aggressive clink.

while splashing water on your face, your eyes flicked to the time on the phone and your stomach dropped.

shit.

you rushed out of the bathroom upon realising that jisung had set your alarm for the exact window he needed, which usually gave him enough time to roll out of bed, throw on clothes, grab a bite, and still make it to campus. the problem was that you usually needed at least twenty extra minutes of deciding what to wear and walking. you’d think by now he’d remember that and set it earlier so you could at least hit snooze.

you shouldn’t be complaining, though. at least he had set your alarm at all.

you yanked open the closet, grabbed the first top and shorts you saw, and started changing as fast as your still-half-asleep body would allow.  you grabbed your bag from the chair by the door, slinging the strap over your shoulder. fingers already on the door handle, you twisted it open—

a loud shhk of the window sliding up made you freeze and turn.

spider-man was crouched on the sill, the red-and-blue suit dusted with a bit of concrete grit. the mask’s white lenses fixed on you for half a second before he hopped inside.

“oh thank goodness, you’re still here,” jisung said, catching his breath.

“i’m going to be late!” you pointed at the open door.

“i’ll swing you! you’ll still make it.” he took a step closer, hands open to plead.

“what? no—”

before you could argue he reached up, hooked his fingers under the edge of the mask, and pulled it off. dark hair fell messily across his forehead, and he crossed the small room in two strides and dropped into your chair, mask dangling from one hand. 

you huffed and stood right in front of him, arms crossed with the most impatient look on your face.

“i need to talk to you first.” jisung said.

his gaze drifted down to the open collar of the henley you’d thrown on in the rush. the top two buttons had never made it into their holes. he blinked once, then forced his eyes back up to your face.

jisung exhaled through his nose, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand.

“i want you to forget everything i said last night.”

you raised an eyebrow. “well, i don’t recall much, so you’re in luck.”

he tilted his head. “you don’t remember anything about professor han?”

you squinted, searching your brain for memories. jisung watched you hopefully.

“i remember you tried to let me down easy because you didn’t really find anything?”

jisung nodded once, making a rolling gesture. “yes, and what else?”

“he spent the evening with his wife!”

he leaned forward in the chair, elbows on his knees, staring up at you. “so you do remember.”

“yea, vaguely.” you rolled your eyes, “what about it?”

jisung pushed himself up from the chair and suddenly he was standing. he looked down at you, voice dropping lower.

“okay well, i need you to forget the part where i made it seem like we had no hope of finding the guy. because you are not going to believe what i uncovered this morning.”

jisung reached into one of the pockets of the suit. his gloved fingers came out holding a folded piece of paper. he unfolded it carefully and laid it out on your desk.

it was a part of today's flyer. jisung put his index finger on a photograph that was grainy but clear enough for you to recognize. the picture contained a woman with short dark hair and kind eyes.

“do you know who this is?” he asked.

you stared at the paper, nodding slowly. “it’s one of the women from the live news i saw just five minutes ago.”

“atta girl.” jisung tapped the photo once with his knuckle, then looked back up at you. “the ‘wife’ i saw him with yesterday?” 

your arms uncrossed. “it’s her?”

he nodded once, then caught his lower lip between his teeth. 

“you’re kidding.” you stared at him in utter shock. “what does this mean?”

“it means han chulsoo is a fucking psychopath.”

you gulped, and took a small step back without realizing it.

jisung’s voice got gentler but no less urgent.

“hear me out here, baby.”

you looked up at him.

“the mutant anatomy is so human there’s no way it could’ve come from anything else. i’ve never wanted to think about it.” he stopped, shaking his head. “but i’ve seen enough of them up close. it’s them. it’s always been them.”

the room went silent. it was a lot more quiet on your part.

“it all makes sense, baby. they normally attack every few weeks… and they’re often in pairs. just like how the women have been going missing these past few months.”

you stared at the flyer pinned under his hand, the photograph of the missing woman staring back.

“why would anyone do something like this?” you said shakily. some of the puzzle pieces were matching up, but most were still scattered wildly.

jisung didn’t have an answer for you. “that we’re going to find out. we’re going to make sure no one else disappears.”

“jisung, if we can find a way to prove all of this—and turn professor han in…”

he finished the thought for you, eyes locked on yours. “then everything will be okay again.”

something flickered back to life in your chest. hope, maybe. or just the refusal to let the alternative win.

jisung saw it in your eyes. without another word he closed the last inch between you and pulled you in. his gloved hands settled first at your hips, then slid higher under the hem of your top. you hugged him back, arms locking around his neck, cheek pressed to the textured spandex over his shoulder. 

“we’ll be okay, baby. do you feel it? we’re so close.”

you sure felt it.

@star-my @seungminnieinthebuilding @internetmemeofficial @imnota-bot-iswear @feelikecinderella @hyunjinniemylove @fabdancer34 @estella-novella @jinniezret @bangchans-girl @7sunny07 @hanjisrockstar @chansguittar @shadequeen712 @skzophreniic @i-bitch-you-bitch @thequeenofdramaqueens @pineapple-in-a-burgah @mikachux3 @chans-motivation-drink-143 @bunbunbl0gs @salalalalami @gyuzies

"It's a summoning book, dumbass. Specifically for... pleasure demons. Incubi. You know, the kind that are basically designed to fuck you stupid and leave you satisfied." She wiggled her eyebrows. "All you have to do is follow the ritual on that page. Light a few candles, say the words, offer a little blood, and boom—hot demon in your dorm room ready to service you."

You stared at her. Then back at the book. The page she pointed to showed a tall, beautiful male figure with dark wings and glowing eyes, kneeling between a woman's spread legs. The text beneath it was written in elegant black ink that almost seemed to shimmer under the dorm light.

"...You're serious?" you asked slowly.

"Dead serious." Yeri's grin widened. "Come on. It's our senior year. You've been studying so hard you forgot what fun is. Worst case scenario, nothing happens. Best case scenario..." She made a very vulgar hand gesture. "You finally get dicked down, though not by you know, natural way."

You bit your lip, still hesitant... but the idea was already settling under your skin. The grimoire rested heavy in your hands. And for the first time, the thought of doing something reckless felt a little too tempting.

"Well, you don't have to do it if you don't like it, you know," She said, leaning back on her hands. Her tone softened a little. "I just gave you an option. We could still find some other ways. Maybe set you up an online dating profile or something."

You stared down. The book felt heavier now. The strange symbols almost seemed to pulse under the dim light, and the illustration of the incubus kept drawing your eyes back to it—tall, beautiful, powerful, and very clearly designed for one purpose.

The thought alone of doing online dating made you want to groan. Awkward conversations. Bad photos. Guys who only wanted one thing and still managed to be disappointing about it. You'd already tried that route last semester and ended up more frustrated than when you started. You closed the book slowly, fingers lingering on the worn leather cover.

"...What if it actually works?" you asked quietly.

Her eyebrows shot up. "Then you get the best graduation present ever," she said, scooting closer. "Look, you didn't have to do it if you are very unconscious with it. But from everything I've read, these things are bound by the ritual. They can't hurt you unless you ask them to. They exist to please whoever summons them."

You chewed on your bottom lip, heart beating a little faster. The rational part of your brain was still screaming that this was a terrible, dangerous idea. But you are far more desperate than you thought you have been. You are much determined to graduate this college life with experiences you haven't done all your life, and that includes having sex.

"...Fine. I'll try it."

"Great! Let me know how it went, okay? I need the whole story!" she said, already bouncing toward the door. "I'll text you later. And don't chicken out!"

The door clicked shut behind her, leaving you alone in the quiet dorm room with the grimoire resting heavily on your lap.

The dorm room felt different once you started. Warm, dim light spilled from the small desk lamp you had left on, casting long soft shadows across the walls. Outside, the campus was quiet, it's 2:14 am. Inside, the only sounds were your own breathing and the soft cascade of chalk as you dragged it carefully across the floor.

Circle after circle. Lines intersecting. Symbols you didn't fully understand but copied as exactly as you could from the grimoire. The chalk made a dry, whispering sound against the floor, filling the silence until the summoning circle was complete.

You sat back on your heels for a moment, staring at your work. Then came the candles. One by one, you placed four black candles at the points of the circle and lit them.

You knelt inside the completed circle and reached for the first black candle.

"In nomine Ignis voco te..." You lit the first candle. The flame flared to life.

"In nomine Aeris voco te..." The second candle caught, its flame steady and bright.

"In nomine Aquae voco te..." The third candle burned.

"In nomine Terrae voco te..." The fourth candle joined the others, filling the room with warm, flickering light.

Your hands were slightly shaky when you reached for the needle. You pricked the tip of your finger, wincing at the small sharp sting. A bead of blood welled up quickly. You held your hand over the center of the circle and let the drop fall. It landed with a soft, almost inaudible sound, dark red against the pale salt. Then you began to chant.

"Et in nomine Spiriti, Prodi ad me, o noctis creatura; voluntati meae obsequere et in conspectu meo te manifesta."

A drop of blood fell into the center of the circle. You repeated the line, another drop.

"Et in nomine Spiriti, Prodi ad me, o noctis creatura; voluntati meae obsequere et in conspectu meo te manifesta."

Your voice started quiet, almost unsure, but grew steadier with each line of the summoning prayer. The foreign words felt strange on your tongue, heavy and ancient. As you spoke them the third time, the candle flames suddenly stretched higher, burning brighter, casting restless shadows across the walls. The temperature in the room shifted, a chill that raised goosebumps on your arms.

The moment the final drop of blood touched the circle, the entire room seemed to inhale. The candle flames stretched high toward the ceiling before suddenly dropping low, almost snuffing out completely, leaving only a dim, trembling glow. A deep, heavy pressure filled the air, thick and electric, pressing against your skin and making your ears ring, it even pushes you back out of the circle. The chalk lines of the summoning circle began to glow faintly, pulsing once, then twice, as if something on the other side was testing the barrier.

Then the darkness inside the circle thickened and twisted. Shadows pulled together like living smoke, coiling and rising until two tall figures slowly took shape at the same time. Broad shoulders, long legs, and large black wings briefly flared open before folding neatly against their backs. Both men were beautiful in a way that felt dangerous, and both looked hauntingly familiar.

The one on the left had soft yet sharp round and expressive eyes that glowed a deep gold, framed by slightly wavy dark hair that fell messily around his face. His features were expressive and almost boyish at first glance, but the slow, mischievous smirk that spread across his lips—complete with the pair of dimples—made him look anything but innocent. He carried an air of playful hunger, like he was already entertained by the situation.

The one on the right was sharper in every way. His eyes glowed a burning crimson, narrow and cat-like, set in an elegant, finely sculpted face. His dark hair was neat yet slightly tousled, and his expression was calm, intense, and quietly predatory. Everything about him felt precise and controlled, from the way he held himself to the way his gaze dragged slowly over your body without a single wasted movement.

"Well... this is unexpected," the golden-eyed incubus said, his voice low and smooth with a teasing lilt as he tilted his head, still smirking. "So long since the last time I have been summoned, but what's this? I am being summoned with you, huh?"

He glanced sideways at the crimson-eyed incubus with clear amusement, eyes gleaming. The other only gave a quiet, almost lazy hum in response, as if the situation barely surprised him. The crimson-eyed one turned his attention fully to you, stepping even closer until the heat of his body brushed against your front. His smirk widened, dimples faintly showing.

"Hm, not that I'm complaining," he started, a wide grin flashing across his face as his eyes slowly raked over you from head to toe. The look was open, hungry, and completely unapologetic. "I don't wanna hunt this week anyway."

He let the words hang in the air for a moment. His eyes lingered on the curve of your waist, the way your clothes sat against your body, and the slight nervous rise and fall of your chest.

The golden-eyed incubus finally moved. While the other one stayed where he was, still watching you. His bare feet made almost no sound against the floor as he crossed the remaining space between you. You were still sitting just outside the edge of the circle, legs folded beneath you in a loose W-sitting position, hands braced behind you for support as you looked up at him.

He stopped right in front of you. From this angle he seemed even taller, the warm glow of his eyes looking down at you with calm, focused intensity. Without saying anything, he reached out and gently tipped your chin upward with two fingers, forcing you to meet his gaze fully. His touch was cool at first, then warmed quickly against your skin. He held your face there, thumb resting lightly just beneath your lower lip as he studied you.

"What's your name, summoner?" he asked, voice low and even.

Your voice stayed trapped in your throat. You tried to answer him, but the words refused to come out. You weren't sure if it was the slight fear creeping up your spine from the heavy pressure both of them carried, or if it was the quiet excitement your body kept trying to lean into from the situation you had put yourself in. Either way, you could only stare up at the golden-eyed incubus, lips slightly parted, as his fingers kept your chin tilted toward him.

The silence stretched for a moment too long.

Then the crimson-eyed one spoke, his voice lighter than his companion's but still carrying that same undercurrent of hunger.

"Jisung, you're scaring her."

Jisung didn't immediately look away from you. His thumb brushed once, slowly, along the edge of your jaw before he finally glanced over his shoulder at the other. A faint, almost lazy smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"Am I?" he asked, though he didn't sound particularly concerned. His gaze returned to yours a second later, still holding your chin up with the same steady pressure. "Come on, Minho. You can't be that soft for her already. She summoned us. She can handle a little intensity."

Even so, the grip of his fingers softened slightly, becoming less demanding. He kept your face turned up toward him, but the touch no longer felt quite as overwhelming.

Minho stepped closer as well, stopping just beside his companion so that both of them were looking down at you from above. The glint in his eyes remained, but there was a sharper edge of interest now.

Jisung's fingers remained under your chin, keeping your face tilted up toward him even as Minho watched from the side. After a short silence, he asked again, his voice lower this time, steadier.

"I'll ask again," he said, voice low and even. "What is your name?"

This time the words managed to scrape their way out of your throat. Your voice came out hoarse, quieter than you intended.

"...Y/N."

The moment the name left your lips, something subtle shifted in the air between the three of you. Jisung's expression didn't change much, but the glow in his eyes deepened, as if the simple offering of your name had satisfied something in him. His thumb brushed once more along your jaw, slower this time, almost thoughtful.

"Well, hello there, Y/N," Minho repeated, tasting the name like it was something sweet. "I hope you realized what sort of mess you've got yourself into?"

A small laugh escaped from Jisung as he lowered himself down, sitting on the heel so that he was level with your line of vision. His golden eyes stayed on yours, calm and faintly amused.

"I suppose?" he started, glancing at the salt circle, the still-burning candles, and the open grimoire nearby. "Look how prepared she is. Drew a summoning circle, prepared the right offering, she even has the grimoire all about us and our nature. I'd say she thoroughly researched this, no?"

A smile crept onto Minho's face as he eyed both of you, then settled his gaze more directly on you. His eyes gleamed with quiet interest.

"Hm. She must have been so lonely to resort to this," he said, voice low. "Aren't you, summoner?"

Heat rushed straight to your face. Being called out so directly made your cheeks burn, and you dropped your gaze to the floor between you and Jisung, suddenly very aware of how exposed the whole situation felt. It all sounded a lot more desperate when said out loud by two incubi who were currently staring at you like they already knew every thought running through your head.

Jisung noticed immediately. His expression softened just a fraction. He reached out and gently took one of your hands, his fingers warm as they curled around yours. He gave a light tug, guiding you up from the floor until you were standing on slightly unsteady legs. Once you were upright, he kept hold of your hand for a moment longer, thumb brushing once over your knuckles in a quiet, almost soothing motion.

"You shouldn't be embarrassed," he said, voice lower now, calmer. His eyes stayed on your face as he spoke. "Minho and I have been summoned for the exact same reason more times than either of us can count. People get lonely. People get hungry. It's nothing we haven't seen before."

A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he glanced briefly toward Minho, then back to you.

"Though," he added, "we're usually called one at a time. The fact that your summoning pulled both of us at once either makes you a very talented summoner..." His gaze dipped briefly down your body before returning to your eyes. "Or you're just way too horny for one incubus to satiate that fuzzy feeling you're carrying around right now."

Your face burned even hotter. Jisung's words only made the blush deepen, spreading from your cheeks down to your neck as you tried to look anywhere but at him. The way he had so casually laid out the truth of why you summoned them left you feeling completely seen, and the embarrassment of it made your pulse race even faster.

A slow, almost fond smile tugged at his lips as he watched the color rise in your face. Something about how flustered you looked clearly pleased him. The way he looked at you then was sharper, hungrier, like the sight of you blushing and shifting under his gaze made him want to close the remaining distance and pounce on you right there on the dorm room floor.

Minho, on the other hand, stepped in closer from the side. His eyes drifted over you with open appreciation before he spoke, voice low and unhurried.

"I can practically smell you," he said, not unkindly. "Your arousal. Your need." His gaze flicked down briefly, then back to your face. "It's rolling off you so clearly and it's so distracting."

He tilted his head slightly, a small smile still playing on his lips.

"You don't need to worry, summoner. Just like the reason you called us here... we'll fulfill your wish." His tone was calm, almost reassuring, but the heat behind his words was unmistakable. "That's what we are for, after all."

You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself as the growing fear settled deeper in your chest. You were dealing with incubi, after all. Real ones. The weight of that fact finally seemed to catch up with you all at once.

"I don't know..." you started, voice quieter now as you moved to sit at the edge of the bed. Your hands rested nervously on your thighs. "I didn't really think this would work since this was my friend's idea. I'm honestly scared."

Jisung was the first to respond. He shifted his body facing you. He slightly tightens the grip on your head as if he was trying to pull your head back to you.

"Aw, you shouldn't be scared," he said, his voice low and reassuring. "We know humans have painted us as entities that leave their prey dead, but no... we are not like that."

He rested one forearm loosely across his knee. "We feed on human's sexual energy, not your life force. So the more aroused you are, the more we can feed on you."

Minho, who had been listening quietly, let out a soft hum of agreement. He stepped a little closer to the side of the bed. "Sounds like a good deal, no?" he added, tone calm and almost conversational. "We get fed, you get pleasured."

"Now if we are done with your demonology lessons, Ji, can I get my meal now?" Minho asked, his voice carrying a clear edge of irritation. The hunger in it was obvious, sharpened by how long Jisung had been stalling.

Jisung only chuckled under his breath, clearly used to this side of him.

"You really can't control yourself when you're hungry, no?" he said, glancing over his shoulder at Minho with a faint smirk.

"Fine. I don't wanna deal with your grumpy ass anyway." He turned his attention fully back to you then. Rising from his seat, Jisung reached out and gently took your wrist, his touch warm as he guided you up from the edge of the mattress and further onto your own bed.

"Come here, pretty human," he said, voice lower now, almost coaxing as he drew you closer.

The moment Jisung pulled you close, he closed the remaining distance without hesitation.

His hand slid up to the back of your neck as he leaned in and pressed his mouth to yours. The kiss started firm but unhurried, lips moving against yours with a slow, deliberate hunger that made it clear he intended to take his time. When your breath hitched, he tilted his head and deepened it, tongue slipping past your lips as he tasted you properly. One of his hands settled at your waist, fingers pressing in just enough to keep you against him while he kissed you like he had all night to explore your mouth.

Jisung kept the pace controlled but intense, occasionally pulling back just enough to let you breathe before claiming your lips again. Soft, wet sounds filled the quiet room as he made out with you thoroughly, his eyes half-lidded whenever he briefly opened them to look at you. Every time you responded—whether by gripping his shirt or leaning further into him—he answered with a deeper press of his mouth, clearly feeding on the way your body was starting to melt against his.

Minho, however, was growing restless. He had been watching from the side with increasing impatience, eyes dark and fixed on the way Jisung kept you occupied. After several long minutes of being left out, he finally moved. Without a word, Minho reached out and shoved Jisung hard enough by the shoulder to break the kiss, forcing him back just enough to create space.

Jisung pulled away with a slightly breathless laugh, lips still shiny, and shot Minho an annoyed but unsurprised look.

"Greedy," he muttered, though there was no real heat in it.

Minho ignored the comment entirely. His attention was already on you as he stepped into the space Jisung had just occupied, one hand coming up to cup your jaw while his eyes dragged over your flushed face and kiss-swollen lips.

"Suit yourself," Jisung chimed, still slightly breathless from the kiss as he wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb. A slow, knowing grin spread across his face. "I'll just busy my mouth with something else."

Without waiting for a response, he shifted down the bed. His hands slid up your thighs until they reached the waistband of your lower garments. He hooked his fingers under the fabric and began tugging it down, pulling the annoying barrier away from your skin. You lifted your hips slightly to help him, and he drew the clothing the rest of the way off, tossing it aside without care. The moment you were bare to him, Jisung's eyes fixated on it with clear hunger. He settled more firmly between your legs, hands pressing your thighs open, and then he dove in.

The first drag of his tongue against your core pulled a sharp, involuntary sound from your throat.

Before the moan could fully escape, Minho leaned down and captured your mouth with his. His kiss was firmer than Jisung's had been earlier. Deeper, more insistent as he used his lips and tongue to muffle every sound trying to leave you. One of his hands stayed cupped against your jaw, keeping you in place while he kissed you thoroughly, swallowing the soft, broken noises that kept rising each time Jisung's mouth worked between your legs.

Jisung was unhurried but relentless. He licked slow, deliberate stripes through your folds before focusing on your clit, sucking gently at first and then with more pressure as your hips twitched under him. Every reaction he pulled from you only seemed to encourage him further, his hands tightening on your thighs to keep you spread open for his mouth.

Jisung clearly loved the way you reacted to him. After a while of devouring your clit, he finally pulled his mouth away, leaving you wet and aching. Instead of giving you any real break, he brought two fingers up and began slowly swirling them over your already overstimulated bud, rubbing tight, deliberate circles that made your thighs jump. A low, pleased sound left him as he watched your face.

Behind him, his tail swayed with open excitement, the tip curling and uncurling as he fed on the sharp spike of your sexual energy.

"You have the sweetest energy I've had in a while," Jisung murmured, golden eyes half-lidded with satisfaction. "It's thick... rich. So addictive."

And before you could fully process the praise, his tail moved. The smooth, prehensile length slid between your legs and pressed against your entrance, slick from how wet you already were.

He let the tip tease you for a moment before pushing inside, the flexible thickness of his tail sinking into you with a slow, sinuous motion no ordinary cock could match. Once buried deep, it began to move in a way that felt almost alive, curling, pressing, and stroking against spots inside you that normal fingers or a regular length could never reach so precisely.

The sensation ripped a louder moan from your throat.

Minho, who had been keeping your mouth occupied, finally pulled back from the kiss just enough to let the sounds escape. His crimson eyes stayed locked on your face as you moaned and whined, clearly enjoying every broken noise Jisung was pulling out of you. His thumb brushed over your bottom lip, still wet from their kissing, while he watched you fall apart between them.

Your hips lifted on their own, grinding up to meet the dual stimulation of Jisung's fingers on your clit and his tail working deep inside you. The more you moved, the richer your energy became, and both incubi reacted to it immediately. Jisung's tail curled harder against that sensitive spot inside you, and Minho's gaze darkened with open hunger, the two of them growing more intoxicated with every roll of your hips and every desperate sound you made.

Minho exhaled deeply, the sound low and strained as he clearly fought to keep himself in check. The amount of arousal rolling off you was thick enough that even he, usually the more composed of the two, was affected by it. Still, he didn't rush. Instead, he leaned in closer and began pressing soft, deliberate kisses along the side of your face, first against the shell of your ear, then your cheek, then lower to the sensitive skin of your neck.

"You're making us feel so good," he whispered against your skin, voice rough with restraint. "Feeding us this well... taking Jisung so prettily... You have no idea what you're doing to us."

Each quiet praise sank straight into you. The combination of his warm mouth on your neck and the intimate words he kept murmuring pushed you closer and closer to the edge. Your body reacted instantly, thighs trembling, breath catching until you clenched hard around the tail still buried inside you.

Jisung felt it immediately. A low, pleased sound left him as your walls clamped down around the flexible length. Rather than easing up, he doubled down. His fingers rubbed faster, tighter circles over your clit while his tail curled and thrust more insistently, pressing firmly against that deep, sensitive spot it had already found. The dual stimulation turned sharper, more relentless, clearly meant to drag you the rest of the way over.

"That's it," Jisung murmured from between your legs, golden eyes watching every reaction.

A broken cry left your throat as you came hard around Jisung's tail, your walls clamping down in tight, rhythmic pulses. Your hips jerked involuntarily, thighs shaking as the orgasm tore through you, sharp and overwhelming after how long they had been building it. Wetness spilled around the length still buried inside you, and your whole body arched between the two of them as the pleasure kept rolling in waves.

Neither of them pulled away. Jisung kept his tail moving through it, slower now, curling and pressing to draw the orgasm out as long as possible. His fingers eased off your clit just enough to avoid pushing you into pain, instead rubbing soft, steady circles that helped you ride every pulse. Golden eyes stayed fixed on your face, watching the way you fell apart for them.

"There we go," he murmured, voice thick with satisfaction. "Ride it out. Don't hold back."

Minho held you against his chest through it, one hand still cradling the side of your face while the other stroked along your stomach. He pressed another kiss to your temple, then your cheek, his voice low and coaxing against your skin.

"Let it go," he urged softly. "Give it to us."

They stayed right there with you as the climax stretched on, both of them feeding openly on the thick surge of sexual energy that poured off you. Jisung slowly withdrew his tail, the length slipping free as he eased his hands off your thighs. The thick haze of the orgasm still lingered, leaving your limbs heavy and your breathing uneven as you came down from the height they had pushed you to. Only when you seemed steady enough did Minho speak.

"Switch with me," he said to Jisung, voice low but clear with intent.

Jisung let out a quiet, amused sound and moved without argument. He shifted up the bed while Minho guided you onto your hands and knees. Large hands firm on your hips as he positioned you the way he wanted. Once you were on all fours, Minho settled behind you, the heat of his body pressing in close as his palms smoothed over the curve of your ass and down your thighs.

In front of you, Jisung made himself comfortable. He sat back against the headboard slightly, legs open, and reached out to tip your chin up so you were looking at him. His eyes were dark with renewed hunger as he took in the sight of you between them.

"Hm, we met again, Y/N," Jisung murmured, teasing, thumb brushing over your lower lip. "Haa, such a pretty face you have."

Minho's hands tightened on your hips as he lined himself up from behind. The thick head of his cock pressed against your entrance, already slick from everything Jisung had done to you earlier. With one steady push, he sank into you, stretching you open around him until he was buried deep. A low, satisfied sound left him as he bottomed out, fingers digging into your flesh while he adjusted to the heat of your body.

In front of you, Jisung watched the way your mouth fell open at the sudden fullness. A slow grin spread across his face. "Look at that," he murmured. "Your mouth looks so lonely."

He shifted closer and guided the head of his cock to your lips. When you parted them, he pushed forward, sliding into the warm wetness of your mouth with a quiet groan. One hand settled in your hair, not forcing but holding, as he began to move in shallow thrusts that matched the rhythm Minho was setting behind you.

Minho started fucking you in earnest then—deep, deliberate strokes that rocked your body forward onto Jisung's cock with every thrust. The dual sensation left you trapped between them, filled from both ends as the two incubi used you exactly the way they wanted. Minho's hips met your ass with steady, heavy snaps, while Jisung kept your mouth occupied.

"Fuck—just like that," Minho muttered from behind, voice rough with pleasure. "Take it."

Jisung's fingers stroked through your hair, his own breathing growing heavier as he fucked your mouth. The wet sounds of both of them moving inside you filled the dimly lit dorm room, mixed with the low, hungry noises the two incubi made as they fed on every reaction they pulled from your body.

They fucked you in earnest, and neither of them could keep their hands still. Minho's grip on your waist tightened hard, fingers digging into your skin as he drove into you from behind with deep, powerful strokes. Every thrust pulled a fresh wave of sexual energy from your body, and the more he fed on it the rougher his hold became. His palms stayed locked around your waist like he needed the contact to ground himself, hips snapping forward with growing intensity as the dual pleasure of being buried inside you and drinking down your arousal clearly got to him. Low, rough groans left his throat with nearly every movement, the sound vibrating against your back whenever he leaned in closer.

In front of you, Jisung was just as restless. His left hand stayed fisted in your hair, holding your head in place as he fucked your mouth with steady, shallow thrusts. His right hand, however, refused to stay idle, sliding down to grope your breast, fingers squeezing and kneading the soft flesh in time with the way he moved between your lips. Every time you moaned around him, the vibration made his grip in your hair tighten and his hand on your chest grow bolder. Golden eyes stayed half-lidded with pleasure as he fed on both the wet heat of your mouth and the thick sexual energy pouring off you.

"Fuck..." Jisung groaned, the sound low and strained. His fingers flexed against your breast, thumb brushing over your nipple as he continued using your mouth. "You feel so sooo good."

Even while using your mouth, Jisung's golden eyes flicked past you, and a low chuckle left him when he saw the other incubus's tail. The dark length had started to wiggle uncontrollably behind Minho, the tip twitching and curling with clear lack of restraint.

"Oh, Minho," Jisung said, voice rough with amusement and pleasure. "You're so near, aren't you? Your tail's wiggling so much. You do that whenever you're close." His fingers tightened slightly in your hair as he kept moving between your lips. "Come on. Give it to her. She deserves it."

Those words hit both of you at once. A broken groan tore from your throat around Jisung's cock at the same time Minho let out a deep, strained sound behind you. The dual reaction only pushed everything higher. Your walls clamped down hard around Minho's cock as the orgasm crashed through you, pulsing tightly around him while you came all over his length. The sudden pressure and the fresh surge of sexual energy ripped the last of Minho's control away.

He buried himself to the hilt and held there, relishing the tight, fluttering heat of your core for a few thick seconds before he followed you over. With a low, guttural groan, Minho came inside you, spilling deep as his fingers dug hard into your waist and his tail gave one last sharp twitch behind him.

The sight of you and Minho sharing an orgasm pushed Jisung past the point of restraint. He had been holding himself back until then, keeping his thrusts into your mouth relatively controlled, but watching the two of you come undone together made something in him snap. A low, rough moan left his throat as his hips began to move faster, the earlier gentleness forgotten. His grip in your hair tightened, holding your head steady while he fucked your mouth with quicker, deeper strokes, eyes locked on the way your lips stretched around him.

"Fuck— that's it. Take it," he groaned, voice turning more vocal with every movement. Another broken sound slipped out of him as the thick wave of your post-orgasm sexual energy wrapped around him, rich and overwhelming. It fed straight into his system and shoved him right to his limit.

Jisung's breathing turned sharp and uneven. His hips stuttered once, then twice, before he pushed deep and held there with a long, strained groan. He came hard down your throat, making sure you took every drop as the pulses kept coming. His hand stayed firm in your hair the entire time, keeping you in place until he had fully finished.

Only when the last of it was spent did he slowly pull out. The sudden absence made you cough and gasp for air, saliva and the taste of him still on your tongue as you tried to catch your breath. Jisung stayed close, chest rising and falling heavily, golden eyes dark with satisfaction as he looked down at the mess he'd made of your mouth.

Breathing hard, Minho slowly pulled out of you. The sudden emptiness made your body go slack, and you dropped down onto the bed, completely tired and spent. Your limbs felt heavy, your skin still flushed and sensitive from everything they had put you through. For a moment the only sounds in the room were the three of you trying to catch your breath.

Minho sat back on his heels, wiping a hand over his face as he clearly felt the strain of remaining in the human realm. The pull of the demon realm was growing stronger now that your energy had been so thoroughly taken. After a few seconds, he glanced toward Jisung.

"I think I need to go back now."

Jisung's forehead creased immediately. "Already?" he asked, still slightly breathless. "Dining and dashing, are we?"

Minho shot him a flat look, though there was no real irritation behind it

"It's not that. She's already spent and drained after being used by two of us. I don't think her energy will suffice to keep both of us here anymore." He nodded toward Jisung. "Look. You're even starting to come see-through now."

Jisung glanced down at his own hands. Sure enough, the edges of his form had begun to flicker faintly, the solid shape of him growing slightly translucent around the margins. He clicked his tongue in mild annoyance but didn't argue.

"I'll let you handle her for now, since aftercare is what you're good for," Minho said to Jisung, his voice quieter now that the sharp edge of hunger had faded.

He leaned closer to you and pressed a soft kiss against your glistening cheek, the touch surprisingly gentle compared to how roughly he had used you earlier. His crimson eyes lingered on your face for a moment as he brushed a damp strand of hair away from your skin.

"Summon us again once you've recovered, yeah?" he murmured. "I'll wait for it."

With that, Minho finally pulled back. The air around him shimmered as his form began to dissolve, dark smoke curling around his shoulders and wings before he fully faded from the dorm room, leaving only the faint scent of something warm and otherworldly behind.

"God, I feel so full. I don't think I need to hunt for the next week," Jisung said the moment Minho fully disappeared.He wasted no time pulling you against his chest, guiding your spent body to rest on top of him. One arm wrapped securely around your back while the other stroked slowly up and down your spine. His skin was still warm, and the faint translucence around the edges of his form had mostly settled now that he was the only one left feeding on what little energy remained.

Your voice came out hoarse from all the moaning when you managed to ask him. "Are you okay?"

Jisung only chuckled, the sound low and soft against your hair. Although clearly you are the one should be asked that, he still answered.

"Of course I'm good. You gave us so much, human." His fingers kept moving gently along your back. "Minho might look dismissive, but he does like you a lot. To the point he's willing to go back first just so I could take care of you for a while."

After a few more moments of simply holding you, he carefully shifted and laid you down on your back. He propped himself up beside you.

"Here," he murmured. "I have a small gift for you."

He placed his hand flat against your lower abdomen. A mild, pleasant heat bloomed under his palm. Seconds later, a delicate mark etched itself into your skin—an elegant, dark tattoo-like symbol that settled just below your navel before the heat faded.

"There." Jisung brushed his thumb once over the new mark. "I think you know what that is, no? You can summon us again using that by channeling your energy, and we'll answer your call. That way you don't have to go through all the trouble of offerings and chanting a summoning circle. This will also protect you from any harm from other incubi that hunt. So you don't have to worry about that. And of course, only you could see it."

He pulled the blanket up over both of you, tucking it around your shoulders before drawing you back against his chest. His hands moved slowly and carefully—stroking your hair, rubbing gentle circles along your arms, occasionally pressing soft kisses to your forehead and temple. Whenever a residual tremor ran through your body, he only held you tighter and murmured quiet reassurances, letting you rest properly after everything the two of them had put you through.

taglist: @acai-girl-forevaaa, @hanjicheesecakeslice, @drivewithchan, @feffz, @daebakdani, @lilmissfergy, @franaby, @thespidermikchronicles, @twistedlybroken, @skzismyromanempire, @lixxiespixxi, @hands-off-my-dinosaur, @keymeadoww, @uhmokaythenn0, @hwhj8, @leenoknow143, @jenny190, @moonstruckhanji, @satosugu4l, @yunahdoll, @lamalaggante6, @sparklybunnygirl, @iambangchanswife, @niyummi, @shuporanporang, @ariaaleelynn, @seosexual, @jessie-grech, @letmecrackbangchan, @prod-jeekies, @r0binh00d8, @whoreforminsung

"It's a summoning book, dumbass. Specifically for... pleasure demons. Incubi. You know, the kind that are basically designed to fuck you stupid and leave you satisfied." She wiggled her eyebrows. "All you have to do is follow the ritual on that page. Light a few candles, say the words, offer a little blood, and boom—hot demon in your dorm room ready to service you."

You stared at her. Then back at the book. The page she pointed to showed a tall, beautiful male figure with dark wings and glowing eyes, kneeling between a woman's spread legs. The text beneath it was written in elegant black ink that almost seemed to shimmer under the dorm light.

"...You're serious?" you asked slowly.

"Dead serious." Yeri's grin widened. "Come on. It's our senior year. You've been studying so hard you forgot what fun is. Worst case scenario, nothing happens. Best case scenario..." She made a very vulgar hand gesture. "You finally get dicked down, though not by you know, natural way."

You bit your lip, still hesitant... but the idea was already settling under your skin. The grimoire rested heavy in your hands. And for the first time, the thought of doing something reckless felt a little too tempting.

"Well, you don't have to do it if you don't like it, you know," She said, leaning back on her hands. Her tone softened a little. "I just gave you an option. We could still find some other ways. Maybe set you up an online dating profile or something."

You stared down. The book felt heavier now. The strange symbols almost seemed to pulse under the dim light, and the illustration of the incubus kept drawing your eyes back to it—tall, beautiful, powerful, and very clearly designed for one purpose.

The thought alone of doing online dating made you want to groan. Awkward conversations. Bad photos. Guys who only wanted one thing and still managed to be disappointing about it. You'd already tried that route last semester and ended up more frustrated than when you started. You closed the book slowly, fingers lingering on the worn leather cover.

"...What if it actually works?" you asked quietly.

Her eyebrows shot up. "Then you get the best graduation present ever," she said, scooting closer. "Look, you didn't have to do it if you are very unconscious with it. But from everything I've read, these things are bound by the ritual. They can't hurt you unless you ask them to. They exist to please whoever summons them."

You chewed on your bottom lip, heart beating a little faster. The rational part of your brain was still screaming that this was a terrible, dangerous idea. But you are far more desperate than you thought you have been. You are much determined to graduate this college life with experiences you haven't done all your life, and that includes having sex.

"...Fine. I'll try it."

"Great! Let me know how it went, okay? I need the whole story!" she said, already bouncing toward the door. "I'll text you later. And don't chicken out!"

The door clicked shut behind her, leaving you alone in the quiet dorm room with the grimoire resting heavily on your lap.

The dorm room felt different once you started. Warm, dim light spilled from the small desk lamp you had left on, casting long soft shadows across the walls. Outside, the campus was quiet, it's 2:14 am. Inside, the only sounds were your own breathing and the soft cascade of chalk as you dragged it carefully across the floor.

Circle after circle. Lines intersecting. Symbols you didn't fully understand but copied as exactly as you could from the grimoire. The chalk made a dry, whispering sound against the floor, filling the silence until the summoning circle was complete.

You sat back on your heels for a moment, staring at your work. Then came the candles. One by one, you placed four black candles at the points of the circle and lit them.

You knelt inside the completed circle and reached for the first black candle.

"In nomine Ignis voco te..." You lit the first candle. The flame flared to life.

"In nomine Aeris voco te..." The second candle caught, its flame steady and bright.

"In nomine Aquae voco te..." The third candle burned.

"In nomine Terrae voco te..." The fourth candle joined the others, filling the room with warm, flickering light.

Your hands were slightly shaky when you reached for the needle. You pricked the tip of your finger, wincing at the small sharp sting. A bead of blood welled up quickly. You held your hand over the center of the circle and let the drop fall. It landed with a soft, almost inaudible sound, dark red against the pale salt. Then you began to chant.

"Et in nomine Spiriti, Prodi ad me, o noctis creatura; voluntati meae obsequere et in conspectu meo te manifesta."

A drop of blood fell into the center of the circle. You repeated the line, another drop.

"Et in nomine Spiriti, Prodi ad me, o noctis creatura; voluntati meae obsequere et in conspectu meo te manifesta."

Your voice started quiet, almost unsure, but grew steadier with each line of the summoning prayer. The foreign words felt strange on your tongue, heavy and ancient. As you spoke them the third time, the candle flames suddenly stretched higher, burning brighter, casting restless shadows across the walls. The temperature in the room shifted, a chill that raised goosebumps on your arms.

The moment the final drop of blood touched the circle, the entire room seemed to inhale. The candle flames stretched high toward the ceiling before suddenly dropping low, almost snuffing out completely, leaving only a dim, trembling glow. A deep, heavy pressure filled the air, thick and electric, pressing against your skin and making your ears ring, it even pushes you back out of the circle. The chalk lines of the summoning circle began to glow faintly, pulsing once, then twice, as if something on the other side was testing the barrier.

Then the darkness inside the circle thickened and twisted. Shadows pulled together like living smoke, coiling and rising until two tall figures slowly took shape at the same time. Broad shoulders, long legs, and large black wings briefly flared open before folding neatly against their backs. Both men were beautiful in a way that felt dangerous, and both looked hauntingly familiar.

The one on the left had soft yet sharp round and expressive eyes that glowed a deep gold, framed by slightly wavy dark hair that fell messily around his face. His features were expressive and almost boyish at first glance, but the slow, mischievous smirk that spread across his lips—complete with the pair of dimples—made him look anything but innocent. He carried an air of playful hunger, like he was already entertained by the situation.

The one on the right was sharper in every way. His eyes glowed a burning crimson, narrow and cat-like, set in an elegant, finely sculpted face. His dark hair was neat yet slightly tousled, and his expression was calm, intense, and quietly predatory. Everything about him felt precise and controlled, from the way he held himself to the way his gaze dragged slowly over your body without a single wasted movement.

"Well... this is unexpected," the golden-eyed incubus said, his voice low and smooth with a teasing lilt as he tilted his head, still smirking. "So long since the last time I have been summoned, but what's this? I am being summoned with you, huh?"

He glanced sideways at the crimson-eyed incubus with clear amusement, eyes gleaming. The other only gave a quiet, almost lazy hum in response, as if the situation barely surprised him. The crimson-eyed one turned his attention fully to you, stepping even closer until the heat of his body brushed against your front. His smirk widened, dimples faintly showing.

"Hm, not that I'm complaining," he started, a wide grin flashing across his face as his eyes slowly raked over you from head to toe. The look was open, hungry, and completely unapologetic. "I don't wanna hunt this week anyway."

He let the words hang in the air for a moment. His eyes lingered on the curve of your waist, the way your clothes sat against your body, and the slight nervous rise and fall of your chest.

The golden-eyed incubus finally moved. While the other one stayed where he was, still watching you. His bare feet made almost no sound against the floor as he crossed the remaining space between you. You were still sitting just outside the edge of the circle, legs folded beneath you in a loose W-sitting position, hands braced behind you for support as you looked up at him.

He stopped right in front of you. From this angle he seemed even taller, the warm glow of his eyes looking down at you with calm, focused intensity. Without saying anything, he reached out and gently tipped your chin upward with two fingers, forcing you to meet his gaze fully. His touch was cool at first, then warmed quickly against your skin. He held your face there, thumb resting lightly just beneath your lower lip as he studied you.

"What's your name, summoner?" he asked, voice low and even.

Your voice stayed trapped in your throat. You tried to answer him, but the words refused to come out. You weren't sure if it was the slight fear creeping up your spine from the heavy pressure both of them carried, or if it was the quiet excitement your body kept trying to lean into from the situation you had put yourself in. Either way, you could only stare up at the golden-eyed incubus, lips slightly parted, as his fingers kept your chin tilted toward him.

The silence stretched for a moment too long.

Then the crimson-eyed one spoke, his voice lighter than his companion's but still carrying that same undercurrent of hunger.

"Jisung, you're scaring her."

Jisung didn't immediately look away from you. His thumb brushed once, slowly, along the edge of your jaw before he finally glanced over his shoulder at the other. A faint, almost lazy smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"Am I?" he asked, though he didn't sound particularly concerned. His gaze returned to yours a second later, still holding your chin up with the same steady pressure. "Come on, Minho. You can't be that soft for her already. She summoned us. She can handle a little intensity."

Even so, the grip of his fingers softened slightly, becoming less demanding. He kept your face turned up toward him, but the touch no longer felt quite as overwhelming.

Minho stepped closer as well, stopping just beside his companion so that both of them were looking down at you from above. The glint in his eyes remained, but there was a sharper edge of interest now.

Jisung's fingers remained under your chin, keeping your face tilted up toward him even as Minho watched from the side. After a short silence, he asked again, his voice lower this time, steadier.

"I'll ask again," he said, voice low and even. "What is your name?"

This time the words managed to scrape their way out of your throat. Your voice came out hoarse, quieter than you intended.

"...Y/N."

The moment the name left your lips, something subtle shifted in the air between the three of you. Jisung's expression didn't change much, but the glow in his eyes deepened, as if the simple offering of your name had satisfied something in him. His thumb brushed once more along your jaw, slower this time, almost thoughtful.

"Well, hello there, Y/N," Minho repeated, tasting the name like it was something sweet. "I hope you realized what sort of mess you've got yourself into?"

A small laugh escaped from Jisung as he lowered himself down, sitting on the heel so that he was level with your line of vision. His golden eyes stayed on yours, calm and faintly amused.

"I suppose?" he started, glancing at the salt circle, the still-burning candles, and the open grimoire nearby. "Look how prepared she is. Drew a summoning circle, prepared the right offering, she even has the grimoire all about us and our nature. I'd say she thoroughly researched this, no?"

A smile crept onto Minho's face as he eyed both of you, then settled his gaze more directly on you. His eyes gleamed with quiet interest.

"Hm. She must have been so lonely to resort to this," he said, voice low. "Aren't you, summoner?"

Heat rushed straight to your face. Being called out so directly made your cheeks burn, and you dropped your gaze to the floor between you and Jisung, suddenly very aware of how exposed the whole situation felt. It all sounded a lot more desperate when said out loud by two incubi who were currently staring at you like they already knew every thought running through your head.

Jisung noticed immediately. His expression softened just a fraction. He reached out and gently took one of your hands, his fingers warm as they curled around yours. He gave a light tug, guiding you up from the floor until you were standing on slightly unsteady legs. Once you were upright, he kept hold of your hand for a moment longer, thumb brushing once over your knuckles in a quiet, almost soothing motion.

"You shouldn't be embarrassed," he said, voice lower now, calmer. His eyes stayed on your face as he spoke. "Minho and I have been summoned for the exact same reason more times than either of us can count. People get lonely. People get hungry. It's nothing we haven't seen before."

A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he glanced briefly toward Minho, then back to you.

"Though," he added, "we're usually called one at a time. The fact that your summoning pulled both of us at once either makes you a very talented summoner..." His gaze dipped briefly down your body before returning to your eyes. "Or you're just way too horny for one incubus to satiate that fuzzy feeling you're carrying around right now."

Your face burned even hotter. Jisung's words only made the blush deepen, spreading from your cheeks down to your neck as you tried to look anywhere but at him. The way he had so casually laid out the truth of why you summoned them left you feeling completely seen, and the embarrassment of it made your pulse race even faster.

A slow, almost fond smile tugged at his lips as he watched the color rise in your face. Something about how flustered you looked clearly pleased him. The way he looked at you then was sharper, hungrier, like the sight of you blushing and shifting under his gaze made him want to close the remaining distance and pounce on you right there on the dorm room floor.

Minho, on the other hand, stepped in closer from the side. His eyes drifted over you with open appreciation before he spoke, voice low and unhurried.

"I can practically smell you," he said, not unkindly. "Your arousal. Your need." His gaze flicked down briefly, then back to your face. "It's rolling off you so clearly and it's so distracting."

He tilted his head slightly, a small smile still playing on his lips.

"You don't need to worry, summoner. Just like the reason you called us here... we'll fulfill your wish." His tone was calm, almost reassuring, but the heat behind his words was unmistakable. "That's what we are for, after all."

You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself as the growing fear settled deeper in your chest. You were dealing with incubi, after all. Real ones. The weight of that fact finally seemed to catch up with you all at once.

"I don't know..." you started, voice quieter now as you moved to sit at the edge of the bed. Your hands rested nervously on your thighs. "I didn't really think this would work since this was my friend's idea. I'm honestly scared."

Jisung was the first to respond. He shifted his body facing you. He slightly tightens the grip on your head as if he was trying to pull your head back to you.

"Aw, you shouldn't be scared," he said, his voice low and reassuring. "We know humans have painted us as entities that leave their prey dead, but no... we are not like that."

He rested one forearm loosely across his knee. "We feed on human's sexual energy, not your life force. So the more aroused you are, the more we can feed on you."

Minho, who had been listening quietly, let out a soft hum of agreement. He stepped a little closer to the side of the bed. "Sounds like a good deal, no?" he added, tone calm and almost conversational. "We get fed, you get pleasured."

"Now if we are done with your demonology lessons, Ji, can I get my meal now?" Minho asked, his voice carrying a clear edge of irritation. The hunger in it was obvious, sharpened by how long Jisung had been stalling.

Jisung only chuckled under his breath, clearly used to this side of him.

"You really can't control yourself when you're hungry, no?" he said, glancing over his shoulder at Minho with a faint smirk.

"Fine. I don't wanna deal with your grumpy ass anyway." He turned his attention fully back to you then. Rising from his seat, Jisung reached out and gently took your wrist, his touch warm as he guided you up from the edge of the mattress and further onto your own bed.

"Come here, pretty human," he said, voice lower now, almost coaxing as he drew you closer.

The moment Jisung pulled you close, he closed the remaining distance without hesitation.

His hand slid up to the back of your neck as he leaned in and pressed his mouth to yours. The kiss started firm but unhurried, lips moving against yours with a slow, deliberate hunger that made it clear he intended to take his time. When your breath hitched, he tilted his head and deepened it, tongue slipping past your lips as he tasted you properly. One of his hands settled at your waist, fingers pressing in just enough to keep you against him while he kissed you like he had all night to explore your mouth.

Jisung kept the pace controlled but intense, occasionally pulling back just enough to let you breathe before claiming your lips again. Soft, wet sounds filled the quiet room as he made out with you thoroughly, his eyes half-lidded whenever he briefly opened them to look at you. Every time you responded—whether by gripping his shirt or leaning further into him—he answered with a deeper press of his mouth, clearly feeding on the way your body was starting to melt against his.

Minho, however, was growing restless. He had been watching from the side with increasing impatience, eyes dark and fixed on the way Jisung kept you occupied. After several long minutes of being left out, he finally moved. Without a word, Minho reached out and shoved Jisung hard enough by the shoulder to break the kiss, forcing him back just enough to create space.

Jisung pulled away with a slightly breathless laugh, lips still shiny, and shot Minho an annoyed but unsurprised look.

"Greedy," he muttered, though there was no real heat in it.

Minho ignored the comment entirely. His attention was already on you as he stepped into the space Jisung had just occupied, one hand coming up to cup your jaw while his eyes dragged over your flushed face and kiss-swollen lips.

"Suit yourself," Jisung chimed, still slightly breathless from the kiss as he wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb. A slow, knowing grin spread across his face. "I'll just busy my mouth with something else."

Without waiting for a response, he shifted down the bed. His hands slid up your thighs until they reached the waistband of your lower garments. He hooked his fingers under the fabric and began tugging it down, pulling the annoying barrier away from your skin. You lifted your hips slightly to help him, and he drew the clothing the rest of the way off, tossing it aside without care. The moment you were bare to him, Jisung's eyes fixated on it with clear hunger. He settled more firmly between your legs, hands pressing your thighs open, and then he dove in.

The first drag of his tongue against your core pulled a sharp, involuntary sound from your throat.

Before the moan could fully escape, Minho leaned down and captured your mouth with his. His kiss was firmer than Jisung's had been earlier. Deeper, more insistent as he used his lips and tongue to muffle every sound trying to leave you. One of his hands stayed cupped against your jaw, keeping you in place while he kissed you thoroughly, swallowing the soft, broken noises that kept rising each time Jisung's mouth worked between your legs.

Jisung was unhurried but relentless. He licked slow, deliberate stripes through your folds before focusing on your clit, sucking gently at first and then with more pressure as your hips twitched under him. Every reaction he pulled from you only seemed to encourage him further, his hands tightening on your thighs to keep you spread open for his mouth.

Jisung clearly loved the way you reacted to him. After a while of devouring your clit, he finally pulled his mouth away, leaving you wet and aching. Instead of giving you any real break, he brought two fingers up and began slowly swirling them over your already overstimulated bud, rubbing tight, deliberate circles that made your thighs jump. A low, pleased sound left him as he watched your face.

Behind him, his tail swayed with open excitement, the tip curling and uncurling as he fed on the sharp spike of your sexual energy.

"You have the sweetest energy I've had in a while," Jisung murmured, golden eyes half-lidded with satisfaction. "It's thick... rich. So addictive."

And before you could fully process the praise, his tail moved. The smooth, prehensile length slid between your legs and pressed against your entrance, slick from how wet you already were.

He let the tip tease you for a moment before pushing inside, the flexible thickness of his tail sinking into you with a slow, sinuous motion no ordinary cock could match. Once buried deep, it began to move in a way that felt almost alive, curling, pressing, and stroking against spots inside you that normal fingers or a regular length could never reach so precisely.

The sensation ripped a louder moan from your throat.

Minho, who had been keeping your mouth occupied, finally pulled back from the kiss just enough to let the sounds escape. His crimson eyes stayed locked on your face as you moaned and whined, clearly enjoying every broken noise Jisung was pulling out of you. His thumb brushed over your bottom lip, still wet from their kissing, while he watched you fall apart between them.

Your hips lifted on their own, grinding up to meet the dual stimulation of Jisung's fingers on your clit and his tail working deep inside you. The more you moved, the richer your energy became, and both incubi reacted to it immediately. Jisung's tail curled harder against that sensitive spot inside you, and Minho's gaze darkened with open hunger, the two of them growing more intoxicated with every roll of your hips and every desperate sound you made.

Minho exhaled deeply, the sound low and strained as he clearly fought to keep himself in check. The amount of arousal rolling off you was thick enough that even he, usually the more composed of the two, was affected by it. Still, he didn't rush. Instead, he leaned in closer and began pressing soft, deliberate kisses along the side of your face, first against the shell of your ear, then your cheek, then lower to the sensitive skin of your neck.

"You're making us feel so good," he whispered against your skin, voice rough with restraint. "Feeding us this well... taking Jisung so prettily... You have no idea what you're doing to us."

Each quiet praise sank straight into you. The combination of his warm mouth on your neck and the intimate words he kept murmuring pushed you closer and closer to the edge. Your body reacted instantly, thighs trembling, breath catching until you clenched hard around the tail still buried inside you.

Jisung felt it immediately. A low, pleased sound left him as your walls clamped down around the flexible length. Rather than easing up, he doubled down. His fingers rubbed faster, tighter circles over your clit while his tail curled and thrust more insistently, pressing firmly against that deep, sensitive spot it had already found. The dual stimulation turned sharper, more relentless, clearly meant to drag you the rest of the way over.

"That's it," Jisung murmured from between your legs, golden eyes watching every reaction.

A broken cry left your throat as you came hard around Jisung's tail, your walls clamping down in tight, rhythmic pulses. Your hips jerked involuntarily, thighs shaking as the orgasm tore through you, sharp and overwhelming after how long they had been building it. Wetness spilled around the length still buried inside you, and your whole body arched between the two of them as the pleasure kept rolling in waves.

Neither of them pulled away. Jisung kept his tail moving through it, slower now, curling and pressing to draw the orgasm out as long as possible. His fingers eased off your clit just enough to avoid pushing you into pain, instead rubbing soft, steady circles that helped you ride every pulse. Golden eyes stayed fixed on your face, watching the way you fell apart for them.

"There we go," he murmured, voice thick with satisfaction. "Ride it out. Don't hold back."

Minho held you against his chest through it, one hand still cradling the side of your face while the other stroked along your stomach. He pressed another kiss to your temple, then your cheek, his voice low and coaxing against your skin.

"Let it go," he urged softly. "Give it to us."

They stayed right there with you as the climax stretched on, both of them feeding openly on the thick surge of sexual energy that poured off you. Jisung slowly withdrew his tail, the length slipping free as he eased his hands off your thighs. The thick haze of the orgasm still lingered, leaving your limbs heavy and your breathing uneven as you came down from the height they had pushed you to. Only when you seemed steady enough did Minho speak.

"Switch with me," he said to Jisung, voice low but clear with intent.

Jisung let out a quiet, amused sound and moved without argument. He shifted up the bed while Minho guided you onto your hands and knees. Large hands firm on your hips as he positioned you the way he wanted. Once you were on all fours, Minho settled behind you, the heat of his body pressing in close as his palms smoothed over the curve of your ass and down your thighs.

In front of you, Jisung made himself comfortable. He sat back against the headboard slightly, legs open, and reached out to tip your chin up so you were looking at him. His eyes were dark with renewed hunger as he took in the sight of you between them.

"Hm, we met again, Y/N," Jisung murmured, teasing, thumb brushing over your lower lip. "Haa, such a pretty face you have."

Minho's hands tightened on your hips as he lined himself up from behind. The thick head of his cock pressed against your entrance, already slick from everything Jisung had done to you earlier. With one steady push, he sank into you, stretching you open around him until he was buried deep. A low, satisfied sound left him as he bottomed out, fingers digging into your flesh while he adjusted to the heat of your body.

In front of you, Jisung watched the way your mouth fell open at the sudden fullness. A slow grin spread across his face. "Look at that," he murmured. "Your mouth looks so lonely."

He shifted closer and guided the head of his cock to your lips. When you parted them, he pushed forward, sliding into the warm wetness of your mouth with a quiet groan. One hand settled in your hair, not forcing but holding, as he began to move in shallow thrusts that matched the rhythm Minho was setting behind you.

Minho started fucking you in earnest then—deep, deliberate strokes that rocked your body forward onto Jisung's cock with every thrust. The dual sensation left you trapped between them, filled from both ends as the two incubi used you exactly the way they wanted. Minho's hips met your ass with steady, heavy snaps, while Jisung kept your mouth occupied.

"Fuck—just like that," Minho muttered from behind, voice rough with pleasure. "Take it."

Jisung's fingers stroked through your hair, his own breathing growing heavier as he fucked your mouth. The wet sounds of both of them moving inside you filled the dimly lit dorm room, mixed with the low, hungry noises the two incubi made as they fed on every reaction they pulled from your body.

They fucked you in earnest, and neither of them could keep their hands still. Minho's grip on your waist tightened hard, fingers digging into your skin as he drove into you from behind with deep, powerful strokes. Every thrust pulled a fresh wave of sexual energy from your body, and the more he fed on it the rougher his hold became. His palms stayed locked around your waist like he needed the contact to ground himself, hips snapping forward with growing intensity as the dual pleasure of being buried inside you and drinking down your arousal clearly got to him. Low, rough groans left his throat with nearly every movement, the sound vibrating against your back whenever he leaned in closer.

In front of you, Jisung was just as restless. His left hand stayed fisted in your hair, holding your head in place as he fucked your mouth with steady, shallow thrusts. His right hand, however, refused to stay idle, sliding down to grope your breast, fingers squeezing and kneading the soft flesh in time with the way he moved between your lips. Every time you moaned around him, the vibration made his grip in your hair tighten and his hand on your chest grow bolder. Golden eyes stayed half-lidded with pleasure as he fed on both the wet heat of your mouth and the thick sexual energy pouring off you.

"Fuck..." Jisung groaned, the sound low and strained. His fingers flexed against your breast, thumb brushing over your nipple as he continued using your mouth. "You feel so sooo good."

Even while using your mouth, Jisung's golden eyes flicked past you, and a low chuckle left him when he saw the other incubus's tail. The dark length had started to wiggle uncontrollably behind Minho, the tip twitching and curling with clear lack of restraint.

"Oh, Minho," Jisung said, voice rough with amusement and pleasure. "You're so near, aren't you? Your tail's wiggling so much. You do that whenever you're close." His fingers tightened slightly in your hair as he kept moving between your lips. "Come on. Give it to her. She deserves it."

Those words hit both of you at once. A broken groan tore from your throat around Jisung's cock at the same time Minho let out a deep, strained sound behind you. The dual reaction only pushed everything higher. Your walls clamped down hard around Minho's cock as the orgasm crashed through you, pulsing tightly around him while you came all over his length. The sudden pressure and the fresh surge of sexual energy ripped the last of Minho's control away.

He buried himself to the hilt and held there, relishing the tight, fluttering heat of your core for a few thick seconds before he followed you over. With a low, guttural groan, Minho came inside you, spilling deep as his fingers dug hard into your waist and his tail gave one last sharp twitch behind him.

The sight of you and Minho sharing an orgasm pushed Jisung past the point of restraint. He had been holding himself back until then, keeping his thrusts into your mouth relatively controlled, but watching the two of you come undone together made something in him snap. A low, rough moan left his throat as his hips began to move faster, the earlier gentleness forgotten. His grip in your hair tightened, holding your head steady while he fucked your mouth with quicker, deeper strokes, eyes locked on the way your lips stretched around him.

"Fuck— that's it. Take it," he groaned, voice turning more vocal with every movement. Another broken sound slipped out of him as the thick wave of your post-orgasm sexual energy wrapped around him, rich and overwhelming. It fed straight into his system and shoved him right to his limit.

Jisung's breathing turned sharp and uneven. His hips stuttered once, then twice, before he pushed deep and held there with a long, strained groan. He came hard down your throat, making sure you took every drop as the pulses kept coming. His hand stayed firm in your hair the entire time, keeping you in place until he had fully finished.

Only when the last of it was spent did he slowly pull out. The sudden absence made you cough and gasp for air, saliva and the taste of him still on your tongue as you tried to catch your breath. Jisung stayed close, chest rising and falling heavily, golden eyes dark with satisfaction as he looked down at the mess he'd made of your mouth.

Breathing hard, Minho slowly pulled out of you. The sudden emptiness made your body go slack, and you dropped down onto the bed, completely tired and spent. Your limbs felt heavy, your skin still flushed and sensitive from everything they had put you through. For a moment the only sounds in the room were the three of you trying to catch your breath.

Minho sat back on his heels, wiping a hand over his face as he clearly felt the strain of remaining in the human realm. The pull of the demon realm was growing stronger now that your energy had been so thoroughly taken. After a few seconds, he glanced toward Jisung.

"I think I need to go back now."

Jisung's forehead creased immediately. "Already?" he asked, still slightly breathless. "Dining and dashing, are we?"

Minho shot him a flat look, though there was no real irritation behind it

"It's not that. She's already spent and drained after being used by two of us. I don't think her energy will suffice to keep both of us here anymore." He nodded toward Jisung. "Look. You're even starting to come see-through now."

Jisung glanced down at his own hands. Sure enough, the edges of his form had begun to flicker faintly, the solid shape of him growing slightly translucent around the margins. He clicked his tongue in mild annoyance but didn't argue.

"I'll let you handle her for now, since aftercare is what you're good for," Minho said to Jisung, his voice quieter now that the sharp edge of hunger had faded.

He leaned closer to you and pressed a soft kiss against your glistening cheek, the touch surprisingly gentle compared to how roughly he had used you earlier. His crimson eyes lingered on your face for a moment as he brushed a damp strand of hair away from your skin.

"Summon us again once you've recovered, yeah?" he murmured. "I'll wait for it."

With that, Minho finally pulled back. The air around him shimmered as his form began to dissolve, dark smoke curling around his shoulders and wings before he fully faded from the dorm room, leaving only the faint scent of something warm and otherworldly behind.

"God, I feel so full. I don't think I need to hunt for the next week," Jisung said the moment Minho fully disappeared.He wasted no time pulling you against his chest, guiding your spent body to rest on top of him. One arm wrapped securely around your back while the other stroked slowly up and down your spine. His skin was still warm, and the faint translucence around the edges of his form had mostly settled now that he was the only one left feeding on what little energy remained.

Your voice came out hoarse from all the moaning when you managed to ask him. "Are you okay?"

Jisung only chuckled, the sound low and soft against your hair. Although clearly you are the one should be asked that, he still answered.

"Of course I'm good. You gave us so much, human." His fingers kept moving gently along your back. "Minho might look dismissive, but he does like you a lot. To the point he's willing to go back first just so I could take care of you for a while."

After a few more moments of simply holding you, he carefully shifted and laid you down on your back. He propped himself up beside you.

"Here," he murmured. "I have a small gift for you."

He placed his hand flat against your lower abdomen. A mild, pleasant heat bloomed under his palm. Seconds later, a delicate mark etched itself into your skin—an elegant, dark tattoo-like symbol that settled just below your navel before the heat faded.

"There." Jisung brushed his thumb once over the new mark. "I think you know what that is, no? You can summon us again using that by channeling your energy, and we'll answer your call. That way you don't have to go through all the trouble of offerings and chanting a summoning circle. This will also protect you from any harm from other incubi that hunt. So you don't have to worry about that. And of course, only you could see it."

He pulled the blanket up over both of you, tucking it around your shoulders before drawing you back against his chest. His hands moved slowly and carefully—stroking your hair, rubbing gentle circles along your arms, occasionally pressing soft kisses to your forehead and temple. Whenever a residual tremor ran through your body, he only held you tighter and murmured quiet reassurances, letting you rest properly after everything the two of them had put you through.

taglist: @acai-girl-forevaaa, @hanjicheesecakeslice, @drivewithchan, @feffz, @daebakdani, @lilmissfergy, @franaby, @thespidermikchronicles, @twistedlybroken, @skzismyromanempire, @lixxiespixxi, @hands-off-my-dinosaur, @keymeadoww, @uhmokaythenn0, @hwhj8, @leenoknow143, @jenny190, @moonstruckhanji, @satosugu4l, @yunahdoll, @lamalaggante6, @sparklybunnygirl, @iambangchanswife, @niyummi, @shuporanporang, @ariaaleelynn, @seosexual, @jessie-grech, @letmecrackbangchan, @prod-jeekies, @r0binh00d8, @whoreforminsung

"It's a summoning book, dumbass. Specifically for... pleasure demons. Incubi. You know, the kind that are basically designed to fuck you stupid and leave you satisfied." She wiggled her eyebrows. "All you have to do is follow the ritual on that page. Light a few candles, say the words, offer a little blood, and boom—hot demon in your dorm room ready to service you."

You stared at her. Then back at the book. The page she pointed to showed a tall, beautiful male figure with dark wings and glowing eyes, kneeling between a woman's spread legs. The text beneath it was written in elegant black ink that almost seemed to shimmer under the dorm light.

"...You're serious?" you asked slowly.

"Dead serious." Yeri's grin widened. "Come on. It's our senior year. You've been studying so hard you forgot what fun is. Worst case scenario, nothing happens. Best case scenario..." She made a very vulgar hand gesture. "You finally get dicked down, though not by you know, natural way."

You bit your lip, still hesitant... but the idea was already settling under your skin. The grimoire rested heavy in your hands. And for the first time, the thought of doing something reckless felt a little too tempting.

"Well, you don't have to do it if you don't like it, you know," She said, leaning back on her hands. Her tone softened a little. "I just gave you an option. We could still find some other ways. Maybe set you up an online dating profile or something."

You stared down. The book felt heavier now. The strange symbols almost seemed to pulse under the dim light, and the illustration of the incubus kept drawing your eyes back to it—tall, beautiful, powerful, and very clearly designed for one purpose.

The thought alone of doing online dating made you want to groan. Awkward conversations. Bad photos. Guys who only wanted one thing and still managed to be disappointing about it. You'd already tried that route last semester and ended up more frustrated than when you started. You closed the book slowly, fingers lingering on the worn leather cover.

"...What if it actually works?" you asked quietly.

Her eyebrows shot up. "Then you get the best graduation present ever," she said, scooting closer. "Look, you didn't have to do it if you are very unconscious with it. But from everything I've read, these things are bound by the ritual. They can't hurt you unless you ask them to. They exist to please whoever summons them."

You chewed on your bottom lip, heart beating a little faster. The rational part of your brain was still screaming that this was a terrible, dangerous idea. But you are far more desperate than you thought you have been. You are much determined to graduate this college life with experiences you haven't done all your life, and that includes having sex.

"...Fine. I'll try it."

"Great! Let me know how it went, okay? I need the whole story!" she said, already bouncing toward the door. "I'll text you later. And don't chicken out!"

The door clicked shut behind her, leaving you alone in the quiet dorm room with the grimoire resting heavily on your lap.

The dorm room felt different once you started. Warm, dim light spilled from the small desk lamp you had left on, casting long soft shadows across the walls. Outside, the campus was quiet, it's 2:14 am. Inside, the only sounds were your own breathing and the soft cascade of chalk as you dragged it carefully across the floor.

Circle after circle. Lines intersecting. Symbols you didn't fully understand but copied as exactly as you could from the grimoire. The chalk made a dry, whispering sound against the floor, filling the silence until the summoning circle was complete.

You sat back on your heels for a moment, staring at your work. Then came the candles. One by one, you placed four black candles at the points of the circle and lit them.

You knelt inside the completed circle and reached for the first black candle.

"In nomine Ignis voco te..." You lit the first candle. The flame flared to life.

"In nomine Aeris voco te..." The second candle caught, its flame steady and bright.

"In nomine Aquae voco te..." The third candle burned.

"In nomine Terrae voco te..." The fourth candle joined the others, filling the room with warm, flickering light.

Your hands were slightly shaky when you reached for the needle. You pricked the tip of your finger, wincing at the small sharp sting. A bead of blood welled up quickly. You held your hand over the center of the circle and let the drop fall. It landed with a soft, almost inaudible sound, dark red against the pale salt. Then you began to chant.

"Et in nomine Spiriti, Prodi ad me, o noctis creatura; voluntati meae obsequere et in conspectu meo te manifesta."

A drop of blood fell into the center of the circle. You repeated the line, another drop.

"Et in nomine Spiriti, Prodi ad me, o noctis creatura; voluntati meae obsequere et in conspectu meo te manifesta."

Your voice started quiet, almost unsure, but grew steadier with each line of the summoning prayer. The foreign words felt strange on your tongue, heavy and ancient. As you spoke them the third time, the candle flames suddenly stretched higher, burning brighter, casting restless shadows across the walls. The temperature in the room shifted, a chill that raised goosebumps on your arms.

The moment the final drop of blood touched the circle, the entire room seemed to inhale. The candle flames stretched high toward the ceiling before suddenly dropping low, almost snuffing out completely, leaving only a dim, trembling glow. A deep, heavy pressure filled the air, thick and electric, pressing against your skin and making your ears ring, it even pushes you back out of the circle. The chalk lines of the summoning circle began to glow faintly, pulsing once, then twice, as if something on the other side was testing the barrier.

Then the darkness inside the circle thickened and twisted. Shadows pulled together like living smoke, coiling and rising until two tall figures slowly took shape at the same time. Broad shoulders, long legs, and large black wings briefly flared open before folding neatly against their backs. Both men were beautiful in a way that felt dangerous, and both looked hauntingly familiar.

The one on the left had soft yet sharp round and expressive eyes that glowed a deep gold, framed by slightly wavy dark hair that fell messily around his face. His features were expressive and almost boyish at first glance, but the slow, mischievous smirk that spread across his lips—complete with the pair of dimples—made him look anything but innocent. He carried an air of playful hunger, like he was already entertained by the situation.

The one on the right was sharper in every way. His eyes glowed a burning crimson, narrow and cat-like, set in an elegant, finely sculpted face. His dark hair was neat yet slightly tousled, and his expression was calm, intense, and quietly predatory. Everything about him felt precise and controlled, from the way he held himself to the way his gaze dragged slowly over your body without a single wasted movement.

"Well... this is unexpected," the golden-eyed incubus said, his voice low and smooth with a teasing lilt as he tilted his head, still smirking. "So long since the last time I have been summoned, but what's this? I am being summoned with you, huh?"

He glanced sideways at the crimson-eyed incubus with clear amusement, eyes gleaming. The other only gave a quiet, almost lazy hum in response, as if the situation barely surprised him. The crimson-eyed one turned his attention fully to you, stepping even closer until the heat of his body brushed against your front. His smirk widened, dimples faintly showing.

"Hm, not that I'm complaining," he started, a wide grin flashing across his face as his eyes slowly raked over you from head to toe. The look was open, hungry, and completely unapologetic. "I don't wanna hunt this week anyway."

He let the words hang in the air for a moment. His eyes lingered on the curve of your waist, the way your clothes sat against your body, and the slight nervous rise and fall of your chest.

The golden-eyed incubus finally moved. While the other one stayed where he was, still watching you. His bare feet made almost no sound against the floor as he crossed the remaining space between you. You were still sitting just outside the edge of the circle, legs folded beneath you in a loose W-sitting position, hands braced behind you for support as you looked up at him.

He stopped right in front of you. From this angle he seemed even taller, the warm glow of his eyes looking down at you with calm, focused intensity. Without saying anything, he reached out and gently tipped your chin upward with two fingers, forcing you to meet his gaze fully. His touch was cool at first, then warmed quickly against your skin. He held your face there, thumb resting lightly just beneath your lower lip as he studied you.

"What's your name, summoner?" he asked, voice low and even.

Your voice stayed trapped in your throat. You tried to answer him, but the words refused to come out. You weren't sure if it was the slight fear creeping up your spine from the heavy pressure both of them carried, or if it was the quiet excitement your body kept trying to lean into from the situation you had put yourself in. Either way, you could only stare up at the golden-eyed incubus, lips slightly parted, as his fingers kept your chin tilted toward him.

The silence stretched for a moment too long.

Then the crimson-eyed one spoke, his voice lighter than his companion's but still carrying that same undercurrent of hunger.

"Jisung, you're scaring her."

Jisung didn't immediately look away from you. His thumb brushed once, slowly, along the edge of your jaw before he finally glanced over his shoulder at the other. A faint, almost lazy smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"Am I?" he asked, though he didn't sound particularly concerned. His gaze returned to yours a second later, still holding your chin up with the same steady pressure. "Come on, Minho. You can't be that soft for her already. She summoned us. She can handle a little intensity."

Even so, the grip of his fingers softened slightly, becoming less demanding. He kept your face turned up toward him, but the touch no longer felt quite as overwhelming.

Minho stepped closer as well, stopping just beside his companion so that both of them were looking down at you from above. The glint in his eyes remained, but there was a sharper edge of interest now.

Jisung's fingers remained under your chin, keeping your face tilted up toward him even as Minho watched from the side. After a short silence, he asked again, his voice lower this time, steadier.

"I'll ask again," he said, voice low and even. "What is your name?"

This time the words managed to scrape their way out of your throat. Your voice came out hoarse, quieter than you intended.

"...Y/N."

The moment the name left your lips, something subtle shifted in the air between the three of you. Jisung's expression didn't change much, but the glow in his eyes deepened, as if the simple offering of your name had satisfied something in him. His thumb brushed once more along your jaw, slower this time, almost thoughtful.

"Well, hello there, Y/N," Minho repeated, tasting the name like it was something sweet. "I hope you realized what sort of mess you've got yourself into?"

A small laugh escaped from Jisung as he lowered himself down, sitting on the heel so that he was level with your line of vision. His golden eyes stayed on yours, calm and faintly amused.

"I suppose?" he started, glancing at the salt circle, the still-burning candles, and the open grimoire nearby. "Look how prepared she is. Drew a summoning circle, prepared the right offering, she even has the grimoire all about us and our nature. I'd say she thoroughly researched this, no?"

A smile crept onto Minho's face as he eyed both of you, then settled his gaze more directly on you. His eyes gleamed with quiet interest.

"Hm. She must have been so lonely to resort to this," he said, voice low. "Aren't you, summoner?"

Heat rushed straight to your face. Being called out so directly made your cheeks burn, and you dropped your gaze to the floor between you and Jisung, suddenly very aware of how exposed the whole situation felt. It all sounded a lot more desperate when said out loud by two incubi who were currently staring at you like they already knew every thought running through your head.

Jisung noticed immediately. His expression softened just a fraction. He reached out and gently took one of your hands, his fingers warm as they curled around yours. He gave a light tug, guiding you up from the floor until you were standing on slightly unsteady legs. Once you were upright, he kept hold of your hand for a moment longer, thumb brushing once over your knuckles in a quiet, almost soothing motion.

"You shouldn't be embarrassed," he said, voice lower now, calmer. His eyes stayed on your face as he spoke. "Minho and I have been summoned for the exact same reason more times than either of us can count. People get lonely. People get hungry. It's nothing we haven't seen before."

A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he glanced briefly toward Minho, then back to you.

"Though," he added, "we're usually called one at a time. The fact that your summoning pulled both of us at once either makes you a very talented summoner..." His gaze dipped briefly down your body before returning to your eyes. "Or you're just way too horny for one incubus to satiate that fuzzy feeling you're carrying around right now."

Your face burned even hotter. Jisung's words only made the blush deepen, spreading from your cheeks down to your neck as you tried to look anywhere but at him. The way he had so casually laid out the truth of why you summoned them left you feeling completely seen, and the embarrassment of it made your pulse race even faster.

A slow, almost fond smile tugged at his lips as he watched the color rise in your face. Something about how flustered you looked clearly pleased him. The way he looked at you then was sharper, hungrier, like the sight of you blushing and shifting under his gaze made him want to close the remaining distance and pounce on you right there on the dorm room floor.

Minho, on the other hand, stepped in closer from the side. His eyes drifted over you with open appreciation before he spoke, voice low and unhurried.

"I can practically smell you," he said, not unkindly. "Your arousal. Your need." His gaze flicked down briefly, then back to your face. "It's rolling off you so clearly and it's so distracting."

He tilted his head slightly, a small smile still playing on his lips.

"You don't need to worry, summoner. Just like the reason you called us here... we'll fulfill your wish." His tone was calm, almost reassuring, but the heat behind his words was unmistakable. "That's what we are for, after all."

You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself as the growing fear settled deeper in your chest. You were dealing with incubi, after all. Real ones. The weight of that fact finally seemed to catch up with you all at once.

"I don't know..." you started, voice quieter now as you moved to sit at the edge of the bed. Your hands rested nervously on your thighs. "I didn't really think this would work since this was my friend's idea. I'm honestly scared."

Jisung was the first to respond. He shifted his body facing you. He slightly tightens the grip on your head as if he was trying to pull your head back to you.

"Aw, you shouldn't be scared," he said, his voice low and reassuring. "We know humans have painted us as entities that leave their prey dead, but no... we are not like that."

He rested one forearm loosely across his knee. "We feed on human's sexual energy, not your life force. So the more aroused you are, the more we can feed on you."

Minho, who had been listening quietly, let out a soft hum of agreement. He stepped a little closer to the side of the bed. "Sounds like a good deal, no?" he added, tone calm and almost conversational. "We get fed, you get pleasured."

"Now if we are done with your demonology lessons, Ji, can I get my meal now?" Minho asked, his voice carrying a clear edge of irritation. The hunger in it was obvious, sharpened by how long Jisung had been stalling.

Jisung only chuckled under his breath, clearly used to this side of him.

"You really can't control yourself when you're hungry, no?" he said, glancing over his shoulder at Minho with a faint smirk.

"Fine. I don't wanna deal with your grumpy ass anyway." He turned his attention fully back to you then. Rising from his seat, Jisung reached out and gently took your wrist, his touch warm as he guided you up from the edge of the mattress and further onto your own bed.

"Come here, pretty human," he said, voice lower now, almost coaxing as he drew you closer.

The moment Jisung pulled you close, he closed the remaining distance without hesitation.

His hand slid up to the back of your neck as he leaned in and pressed his mouth to yours. The kiss started firm but unhurried, lips moving against yours with a slow, deliberate hunger that made it clear he intended to take his time. When your breath hitched, he tilted his head and deepened it, tongue slipping past your lips as he tasted you properly. One of his hands settled at your waist, fingers pressing in just enough to keep you against him while he kissed you like he had all night to explore your mouth.

Jisung kept the pace controlled but intense, occasionally pulling back just enough to let you breathe before claiming your lips again. Soft, wet sounds filled the quiet room as he made out with you thoroughly, his eyes half-lidded whenever he briefly opened them to look at you. Every time you responded—whether by gripping his shirt or leaning further into him—he answered with a deeper press of his mouth, clearly feeding on the way your body was starting to melt against his.

Minho, however, was growing restless. He had been watching from the side with increasing impatience, eyes dark and fixed on the way Jisung kept you occupied. After several long minutes of being left out, he finally moved. Without a word, Minho reached out and shoved Jisung hard enough by the shoulder to break the kiss, forcing him back just enough to create space.

Jisung pulled away with a slightly breathless laugh, lips still shiny, and shot Minho an annoyed but unsurprised look.

"Greedy," he muttered, though there was no real heat in it.

Minho ignored the comment entirely. His attention was already on you as he stepped into the space Jisung had just occupied, one hand coming up to cup your jaw while his eyes dragged over your flushed face and kiss-swollen lips.

"Suit yourself," Jisung chimed, still slightly breathless from the kiss as he wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb. A slow, knowing grin spread across his face. "I'll just busy my mouth with something else."

Without waiting for a response, he shifted down the bed. His hands slid up your thighs until they reached the waistband of your lower garments. He hooked his fingers under the fabric and began tugging it down, pulling the annoying barrier away from your skin. You lifted your hips slightly to help him, and he drew the clothing the rest of the way off, tossing it aside without care. The moment you were bare to him, Jisung's eyes fixated on it with clear hunger. He settled more firmly between your legs, hands pressing your thighs open, and then he dove in.

The first drag of his tongue against your core pulled a sharp, involuntary sound from your throat.

Before the moan could fully escape, Minho leaned down and captured your mouth with his. His kiss was firmer than Jisung's had been earlier. Deeper, more insistent as he used his lips and tongue to muffle every sound trying to leave you. One of his hands stayed cupped against your jaw, keeping you in place while he kissed you thoroughly, swallowing the soft, broken noises that kept rising each time Jisung's mouth worked between your legs.

Jisung was unhurried but relentless. He licked slow, deliberate stripes through your folds before focusing on your clit, sucking gently at first and then with more pressure as your hips twitched under him. Every reaction he pulled from you only seemed to encourage him further, his hands tightening on your thighs to keep you spread open for his mouth.

Jisung clearly loved the way you reacted to him. After a while of devouring your clit, he finally pulled his mouth away, leaving you wet and aching. Instead of giving you any real break, he brought two fingers up and began slowly swirling them over your already overstimulated bud, rubbing tight, deliberate circles that made your thighs jump. A low, pleased sound left him as he watched your face.

Behind him, his tail swayed with open excitement, the tip curling and uncurling as he fed on the sharp spike of your sexual energy.

"You have the sweetest energy I've had in a while," Jisung murmured, golden eyes half-lidded with satisfaction. "It's thick... rich. So addictive."

And before you could fully process the praise, his tail moved. The smooth, prehensile length slid between your legs and pressed against your entrance, slick from how wet you already were.

He let the tip tease you for a moment before pushing inside, the flexible thickness of his tail sinking into you with a slow, sinuous motion no ordinary cock could match. Once buried deep, it began to move in a way that felt almost alive, curling, pressing, and stroking against spots inside you that normal fingers or a regular length could never reach so precisely.

The sensation ripped a louder moan from your throat.

Minho, who had been keeping your mouth occupied, finally pulled back from the kiss just enough to let the sounds escape. His crimson eyes stayed locked on your face as you moaned and whined, clearly enjoying every broken noise Jisung was pulling out of you. His thumb brushed over your bottom lip, still wet from their kissing, while he watched you fall apart between them.

Your hips lifted on their own, grinding up to meet the dual stimulation of Jisung's fingers on your clit and his tail working deep inside you. The more you moved, the richer your energy became, and both incubi reacted to it immediately. Jisung's tail curled harder against that sensitive spot inside you, and Minho's gaze darkened with open hunger, the two of them growing more intoxicated with every roll of your hips and every desperate sound you made.

Minho exhaled deeply, the sound low and strained as he clearly fought to keep himself in check. The amount of arousal rolling off you was thick enough that even he, usually the more composed of the two, was affected by it. Still, he didn't rush. Instead, he leaned in closer and began pressing soft, deliberate kisses along the side of your face, first against the shell of your ear, then your cheek, then lower to the sensitive skin of your neck.

"You're making us feel so good," he whispered against your skin, voice rough with restraint. "Feeding us this well... taking Jisung so prettily... You have no idea what you're doing to us."

Each quiet praise sank straight into you. The combination of his warm mouth on your neck and the intimate words he kept murmuring pushed you closer and closer to the edge. Your body reacted instantly, thighs trembling, breath catching until you clenched hard around the tail still buried inside you.

Jisung felt it immediately. A low, pleased sound left him as your walls clamped down around the flexible length. Rather than easing up, he doubled down. His fingers rubbed faster, tighter circles over your clit while his tail curled and thrust more insistently, pressing firmly against that deep, sensitive spot it had already found. The dual stimulation turned sharper, more relentless, clearly meant to drag you the rest of the way over.

"That's it," Jisung murmured from between your legs, golden eyes watching every reaction.

A broken cry left your throat as you came hard around Jisung's tail, your walls clamping down in tight, rhythmic pulses. Your hips jerked involuntarily, thighs shaking as the orgasm tore through you, sharp and overwhelming after how long they had been building it. Wetness spilled around the length still buried inside you, and your whole body arched between the two of them as the pleasure kept rolling in waves.

Neither of them pulled away. Jisung kept his tail moving through it, slower now, curling and pressing to draw the orgasm out as long as possible. His fingers eased off your clit just enough to avoid pushing you into pain, instead rubbing soft, steady circles that helped you ride every pulse. Golden eyes stayed fixed on your face, watching the way you fell apart for them.

"There we go," he murmured, voice thick with satisfaction. "Ride it out. Don't hold back."

Minho held you against his chest through it, one hand still cradling the side of your face while the other stroked along your stomach. He pressed another kiss to your temple, then your cheek, his voice low and coaxing against your skin.

"Let it go," he urged softly. "Give it to us."

They stayed right there with you as the climax stretched on, both of them feeding openly on the thick surge of sexual energy that poured off you. Jisung slowly withdrew his tail, the length slipping free as he eased his hands off your thighs. The thick haze of the orgasm still lingered, leaving your limbs heavy and your breathing uneven as you came down from the height they had pushed you to. Only when you seemed steady enough did Minho speak.

"Switch with me," he said to Jisung, voice low but clear with intent.

Jisung let out a quiet, amused sound and moved without argument. He shifted up the bed while Minho guided you onto your hands and knees. Large hands firm on your hips as he positioned you the way he wanted. Once you were on all fours, Minho settled behind you, the heat of his body pressing in close as his palms smoothed over the curve of your ass and down your thighs.

In front of you, Jisung made himself comfortable. He sat back against the headboard slightly, legs open, and reached out to tip your chin up so you were looking at him. His eyes were dark with renewed hunger as he took in the sight of you between them.

"Hm, we met again, Y/N," Jisung murmured, teasing, thumb brushing over your lower lip. "Haa, such a pretty face you have."

Minho's hands tightened on your hips as he lined himself up from behind. The thick head of his cock pressed against your entrance, already slick from everything Jisung had done to you earlier. With one steady push, he sank into you, stretching you open around him until he was buried deep. A low, satisfied sound left him as he bottomed out, fingers digging into your flesh while he adjusted to the heat of your body.

In front of you, Jisung watched the way your mouth fell open at the sudden fullness. A slow grin spread across his face. "Look at that," he murmured. "Your mouth looks so lonely."

He shifted closer and guided the head of his cock to your lips. When you parted them, he pushed forward, sliding into the warm wetness of your mouth with a quiet groan. One hand settled in your hair, not forcing but holding, as he began to move in shallow thrusts that matched the rhythm Minho was setting behind you.

Minho started fucking you in earnest then—deep, deliberate strokes that rocked your body forward onto Jisung's cock with every thrust. The dual sensation left you trapped between them, filled from both ends as the two incubi used you exactly the way they wanted. Minho's hips met your ass with steady, heavy snaps, while Jisung kept your mouth occupied.

"Fuck—just like that," Minho muttered from behind, voice rough with pleasure. "Take it."

Jisung's fingers stroked through your hair, his own breathing growing heavier as he fucked your mouth. The wet sounds of both of them moving inside you filled the dimly lit dorm room, mixed with the low, hungry noises the two incubi made as they fed on every reaction they pulled from your body.

They fucked you in earnest, and neither of them could keep their hands still. Minho's grip on your waist tightened hard, fingers digging into your skin as he drove into you from behind with deep, powerful strokes. Every thrust pulled a fresh wave of sexual energy from your body, and the more he fed on it the rougher his hold became. His palms stayed locked around your waist like he needed the contact to ground himself, hips snapping forward with growing intensity as the dual pleasure of being buried inside you and drinking down your arousal clearly got to him. Low, rough groans left his throat with nearly every movement, the sound vibrating against your back whenever he leaned in closer.

In front of you, Jisung was just as restless. His left hand stayed fisted in your hair, holding your head in place as he fucked your mouth with steady, shallow thrusts. His right hand, however, refused to stay idle, sliding down to grope your breast, fingers squeezing and kneading the soft flesh in time with the way he moved between your lips. Every time you moaned around him, the vibration made his grip in your hair tighten and his hand on your chest grow bolder. Golden eyes stayed half-lidded with pleasure as he fed on both the wet heat of your mouth and the thick sexual energy pouring off you.

"Fuck..." Jisung groaned, the sound low and strained. His fingers flexed against your breast, thumb brushing over your nipple as he continued using your mouth. "You feel so sooo good."

Even while using your mouth, Jisung's golden eyes flicked past you, and a low chuckle left him when he saw the other incubus's tail. The dark length had started to wiggle uncontrollably behind Minho, the tip twitching and curling with clear lack of restraint.

"Oh, Minho," Jisung said, voice rough with amusement and pleasure. "You're so near, aren't you? Your tail's wiggling so much. You do that whenever you're close." His fingers tightened slightly in your hair as he kept moving between your lips. "Come on. Give it to her. She deserves it."

Those words hit both of you at once. A broken groan tore from your throat around Jisung's cock at the same time Minho let out a deep, strained sound behind you. The dual reaction only pushed everything higher. Your walls clamped down hard around Minho's cock as the orgasm crashed through you, pulsing tightly around him while you came all over his length. The sudden pressure and the fresh surge of sexual energy ripped the last of Minho's control away.

He buried himself to the hilt and held there, relishing the tight, fluttering heat of your core for a few thick seconds before he followed you over. With a low, guttural groan, Minho came inside you, spilling deep as his fingers dug hard into your waist and his tail gave one last sharp twitch behind him.

The sight of you and Minho sharing an orgasm pushed Jisung past the point of restraint. He had been holding himself back until then, keeping his thrusts into your mouth relatively controlled, but watching the two of you come undone together made something in him snap. A low, rough moan left his throat as his hips began to move faster, the earlier gentleness forgotten. His grip in your hair tightened, holding your head steady while he fucked your mouth with quicker, deeper strokes, eyes locked on the way your lips stretched around him.

"Fuck— that's it. Take it," he groaned, voice turning more vocal with every movement. Another broken sound slipped out of him as the thick wave of your post-orgasm sexual energy wrapped around him, rich and overwhelming. It fed straight into his system and shoved him right to his limit.

Jisung's breathing turned sharp and uneven. His hips stuttered once, then twice, before he pushed deep and held there with a long, strained groan. He came hard down your throat, making sure you took every drop as the pulses kept coming. His hand stayed firm in your hair the entire time, keeping you in place until he had fully finished.

Only when the last of it was spent did he slowly pull out. The sudden absence made you cough and gasp for air, saliva and the taste of him still on your tongue as you tried to catch your breath. Jisung stayed close, chest rising and falling heavily, golden eyes dark with satisfaction as he looked down at the mess he'd made of your mouth.

Breathing hard, Minho slowly pulled out of you. The sudden emptiness made your body go slack, and you dropped down onto the bed, completely tired and spent. Your limbs felt heavy, your skin still flushed and sensitive from everything they had put you through. For a moment the only sounds in the room were the three of you trying to catch your breath.

Minho sat back on his heels, wiping a hand over his face as he clearly felt the strain of remaining in the human realm. The pull of the demon realm was growing stronger now that your energy had been so thoroughly taken. After a few seconds, he glanced toward Jisung.

"I think I need to go back now."

Jisung's forehead creased immediately. "Already?" he asked, still slightly breathless. "Dining and dashing, are we?"

Minho shot him a flat look, though there was no real irritation behind it

"It's not that. She's already spent and drained after being used by two of us. I don't think her energy will suffice to keep both of us here anymore." He nodded toward Jisung. "Look. You're even starting to come see-through now."

Jisung glanced down at his own hands. Sure enough, the edges of his form had begun to flicker faintly, the solid shape of him growing slightly translucent around the margins. He clicked his tongue in mild annoyance but didn't argue.

"I'll let you handle her for now, since aftercare is what you're good for," Minho said to Jisung, his voice quieter now that the sharp edge of hunger had faded.

He leaned closer to you and pressed a soft kiss against your glistening cheek, the touch surprisingly gentle compared to how roughly he had used you earlier. His crimson eyes lingered on your face for a moment as he brushed a damp strand of hair away from your skin.

"Summon us again once you've recovered, yeah?" he murmured. "I'll wait for it."

With that, Minho finally pulled back. The air around him shimmered as his form began to dissolve, dark smoke curling around his shoulders and wings before he fully faded from the dorm room, leaving only the faint scent of something warm and otherworldly behind.

"God, I feel so full. I don't think I need to hunt for the next week," Jisung said the moment Minho fully disappeared.He wasted no time pulling you against his chest, guiding your spent body to rest on top of him. One arm wrapped securely around your back while the other stroked slowly up and down your spine. His skin was still warm, and the faint translucence around the edges of his form had mostly settled now that he was the only one left feeding on what little energy remained.

Your voice came out hoarse from all the moaning when you managed to ask him. "Are you okay?"

Jisung only chuckled, the sound low and soft against your hair. Although clearly you are the one should be asked that, he still answered.

"Of course I'm good. You gave us so much, human." His fingers kept moving gently along your back. "Minho might look dismissive, but he does like you a lot. To the point he's willing to go back first just so I could take care of you for a while."

After a few more moments of simply holding you, he carefully shifted and laid you down on your back. He propped himself up beside you.

"Here," he murmured. "I have a small gift for you."

He placed his hand flat against your lower abdomen. A mild, pleasant heat bloomed under his palm. Seconds later, a delicate mark etched itself into your skin—an elegant, dark tattoo-like symbol that settled just below your navel before the heat faded.

"There." Jisung brushed his thumb once over the new mark. "I think you know what that is, no? You can summon us again using that by channeling your energy, and we'll answer your call. That way you don't have to go through all the trouble of offerings and chanting a summoning circle. This will also protect you from any harm from other incubi that hunt. So you don't have to worry about that. And of course, only you could see it."

He pulled the blanket up over both of you, tucking it around your shoulders before drawing you back against his chest. His hands moved slowly and carefully—stroking your hair, rubbing gentle circles along your arms, occasionally pressing soft kisses to your forehead and temple. Whenever a residual tremor ran through your body, he only held you tighter and murmured quiet reassurances, letting you rest properly after everything the two of them had put you through.

taglist: @acai-girl-forevaaa, @hanjicheesecakeslice, @drivewithchan, @feffz, @daebakdani, @lilmissfergy, @franaby, @thespidermikchronicles, @twistedlybroken, @skzismyromanempire, @lixxiespixxi, @hands-off-my-dinosaur, @keymeadoww, @uhmokaythenn0, @hwhj8, @leenoknow143, @jenny190, @moonstruckhanji, @satosugu4l, @yunahdoll, @lamalaggante6, @sparklybunnygirl, @iambangchanswife, @niyummi, @shuporanporang, @ariaaleelynn, @seosexual, @jessie-grech, @letmecrackbangchan, @prod-jeekies, @r0binh00d8, @whoreforminsung