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Namjoon is used to it - the pinching of his cheeks, poking of his dimples, and the warm cuddles. He’s accustomed to bright smiles pulled from even the most stoic of individuals and lovely confessions alongside crushes.
But nothing -
nothing
will
ever
feel as good as this. The headboard creaks from how hard he’s being fucked, whines spilling unbidden from his lips. His skin prickles, each breath stuttering as he’s fucked dumb, mind afloat from how pleasure crashes over and over in his body. It pulls him under and he drowns, but his body doesn’t. It glows, hickies the color of the wine spilled across their skin.
“Eyes open, slut.” The other’s voice commands, voice gravelly as he yanks Namjoon’s hair back to elicit a reaction. Namjoon does that little gasp that makes everyone fall to their knees, eyes fluttering open to obey. The face that he sees is his own. The same rounded nose, the same hands, and same desire that makes them fuck like animals to sate his every desire and need. The only difference being their hair. One silver and the other chestnut tinged with evergreen.
When they’re both present they refer to each other as Nam and Joon as they are both halves of the same whole. Nam being the dom and Joon being the sub.
“Do you think you deserve to cum?” Nam taunts hands trailing across Joon’s skin to tease tease tease him out of his mind.
“Please please please,” Joon cries, tears spilling down his cheeks as he feels how aroused - how close he is, but this isn’t how it works.
Joon knows because Nam is the manifestation of his desire - created specifically to satisfy him and no matter how much he wants to come - he knows deep down that he won’t for at least another hour.
Endless moments of hunger where he craves nothing but cock in his body whether it be in his tight lil hole or overeager mouth that salivates at just the thought of a hot heavy cock. His favorite is just having one in his mouth for hours and hours as he kneels, nuzzling Nam’s thigh as he works.
But for now he’ll be fucked over and over til he loses his voice - til all he’ll know is cock and how good it feels - how this is his sole purpose.
“ Look at you baby boy. Already so wrecked and we’ve barely even started. Pathetic.” It’s sneered at him, malevolent eyes determined to break Namjoon down to nothing.
A peaceful bliss settles over his mind. Joon drifts, now and then pulling against the soft ropes that bind his hands. He had been a bad boy apparently. Something about how he’s always leaving Nam now for another boy he’s met recently.
And said boy is important because Joon sees flashes of doe eyes and feels hands that wrap round his back. And there’s a niggling in the back of his mind - that he’s forgetting something important. A promise perhaps?
“Fuckin slut can’t even pay attention huh?” Nam sneers, “ then we’re done. Only good boys deserve cock.” He pulls out, leaving Joon’s hole to flutter around nothing. It’s slick with lube, some of it cold some of it warm because they always conjure more than what’s needed - to emphasize how much of a whore he is.
Joon starts thrashing like a brat so Nam cups his cheek harshly, “Behave or else I’ll leave you here all night.”
At that Joon ceases to move.
“Now, now, I’ll give you this because I know you’re such a slut that you won’t be able to last a second without something to fill you up. Bet you would be content with anything because your hole is so fucking needy.”
Joon sees the other stand, going to rummage through their armoire of toys before he returns. “You’re going to love these,” Nam whispers, holding it up for Joon to see. A string of anal beads. Large enough for him to feel the stretch but small enough for them to slip out if he doesn’t clench.
It’s lecherous, how easily they slip in - his hole so slick it drips onto the spreading. They’re weighted so he can feel it - the cool metal. His walls clench in hopes of any relief, but it’s different from cock - not one whole thing but rather several spheres that barely fill him how he wants.
Joon groans and feels the other leave, prolonging his torture, the door kept open just in case.
His cock weeps on his thigh, body flushed. The curtains are wide open, letting moonlight filter through the thin glass. If anybody were to look in they would see shameless fornication, but thankfully they’re enchanted so only those with permission can see.
He hears the distinct clink of ice against glass from the kitchen - his senses heightened and lets out a gasp when he hears his phone vibrating on the bedside. Eventually, it falls to the ground where Joon cranes his neck to check who it was.
Jeongguk.
Not a second later, there’s a text.
Cute Gukkie: hyung I’m walking up. Be there in just a sec! So excited to see you kekekeke
At that moment, Nam comes back into the room with a glass of water, placing it on the table and Joon opens his mouth to explain, but the other places a finger on his lips. “Did I say you can speak?” The other obviously senses how Jeongguk is within their vicinity, the wards unlocking to let him in.
“Let’s have some fun yeah?” He puts on a pair of shorts and one of many oversized t-shirts, leaving to speak with Jeongguk.
On the bed, Joon’s magic hovers, eyes glowing so he can see what Nam does.
“Hyung!” Jeongguk shouts, materializing in his abode. He runs to hug the witch, but that’s the thing. That person there isn’t the one he knows. That’s the side the young demon has never met. The one that tied Joon up because he had been spending too much time with “the stupid demon prince”.
“Gukkie, what are you doin here?” Nam asks, eyes in crescents as he imitates Joon. He brushes the tiny glowing lights that linger after the younger had materialized inside. A rose quartz necklace hangs around his neck - the one Joon had given him as a key to bypass the wards around their home.
“Cooking night, hyung! Don’t tell me you forgot.” Guk explains, voice excited as he bends down to pick up the large bag of groceries that he had brought with him. “To celebrate your graduation from the Biomagics course!”
Nam doesn’t miss a beat, “Of course! Why don’t you put the bag on the counter. Here, I’ll help.” He picks up the quart of milk and the tray of eggs, placing them in the fridge.
He fake gasps, “Oh Guk, we can’t have you ruining your nice shirt, let’s go into my room and grab something for you to change into.”
“That’d be great, hyung. Thanks !” Guk cutely says, nose scrunching, and following Nam to his bedroom.
Joon gasps, blinking rapidly before he realizes what’s goin on. His powers magic a shirt on him a little too close to call.
His heart beats too fast as he sees everything in slow motion. The way Jeongguk freezes, eyes widening, Nam’s eyes as he delights in the spectacle. He can picture the gears turning in the young demon’s head and he witnesses his demonic nature surfacing, umber eyes turn to bright crimson, the dark veins that creep from the right side of his neck to his jawline, the thin tail that wraps around his thigh, and the fangs - oh the fangs.
The sweet lil demon prince is nowhere to be seen. This is a predator, ready to tear Joon apart and feed on lust til he’s drunk off the witch.
Jeongguk licks his lips, watching Joon whimper and squirm til he curls up from embarassment, “S-stop Gguk.”
The demon is a smart boy. Jeongguk has put together what type of witch he is from seeing his other half.
“A White Witch huh? Never would have pegged you as one. Gotta admit, you hid it pretty well, hyung, or should I say,” Jeongguk grins, approaching the bed where Joon lies, brushing matted hair away from his forehead, staring straight into his eyes. “
Slut.
”
He can’t move. “If I had known you were this needy, I would’ve taken you the first time I laid eyes on you.”
They had bumped into each other at the apothecary. A very crowded, very public place. “Bet you would’ve like that huh? Would’ve loved everyone’s eyes on you. A rare White Witch fucked by a demon.”
[ Demons aren’t compatible with any other species - the only exception being witches - in particular white witches. White witches loved themselves first and foremost hence why Nam existed to sate his desires and needs. His kind had looked at him like he was crazy when he told them he had taken a particular likening to the demon prince, Jeongguk. ]
“Gguk,” Joon chokes out, stifled by how the demon’s magic spreads itself across his body. It acts as an aphrodisiac and soon enough Joon whines again and again, throws himself against Guk’s body, mouthing against any skin he can skin, despite how the rope rubs against his wrist. His pupils are blown wide as he ruts against Jeongguk thigh.
“ Wait,” The demon moves back, biting down on his lip, “Do you consent to this?”
Joon feels more than sees Nam behind him so he leans back, one hand on his head the other offering fingers for him to suck on. “Yes.”
Joon feels how Jeongguk hesitates so he nods at Nam to untie his wrists, rotating them as he crawls over to him, hands on his thighs, dangerously close to the thick cock that strains against the zipper. Joon’s mouth waters as he forgets what to say for a moment, instead leaning down, face to the clothed cock, ass up.
After a moment he looks up, “Yes, Jeongguk I want you, so fuck me hard then fuck me sweet. Make it so I’ll never have to conjure Nam again. ”
His nostrils flare as he holds Joon’s face in his hand, gaze full of danger and warning. The predator has returned. “Don’t tease, pet. You don’t know what you’re asking for.”
[ A/N: Joon has a habit of referring to himself in the 3rd person when he’s really really really really aroused and/ or when he’s in little space ]
“Don’t jump to conclusions, Guk. Joon can handle himself. Maybe it’s Guk who won’t be able to keep up.” Joon taunts, leaning over til he’s on top of Guk’s body. His hard cock pokes against Joon’s hole, so he leans down, whispering into the younger’s ear, guiding his hands to his stuffed hole, “Take these out for me.” Joon slightly giggles, gasping when Jeongguk locates what he’s referring to.
His hands pull out the beads one by one, half the time he shoves them right back in to punish Joon for his smart talk, but Jeongguk swallows each delightful sound Joon emits with his mouth, the witch completely pliant on his body. They’ve forgotten bout Nam, until he lifts Joon, whining from the demon’s hands. He’s drooling, mouth on cock as soon as it’s placed in his vision.
Jeongguk hisses, thrusting upwards into the witch’s mouth and he just takes it - gets oh so messy. There’s drool dripping down his cock and Joon uses it to take Jeongguk down in one go - no gagging.
“So good isn’t he?” A voice whispers in his ear. He turns to see Nam calmly observing. “ His favorite is if you eat his ass out or fuck it. The slut gets dumb when you do it. Sucks your cock even harder in gratitude.”
Jungkook nods, spreading Joon’s ass to see how the lil hole clenches on nothing - as if it always needs something to fill it up, so Jungkook fucks him with his tongue, thrusting in and out harshly, barely even giving Joon any time to comprehend what’s happening before he sucks on the rim, alternating between the two until he feels how Joon gets sloppy, losing rhythm.
He stops before slapping Joon’s ass and flipping the witch over so his hole is directly above his cock. Before he can even lower the witch on his ass as to not hurt him, Joon slips out of his hold impaling himself onto the thick cock that fills him. It spears open his hole and the pain is there, but only for a brief moment until he starts to bounce on it.
Namjoon doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to get used to this. It’s different. Jeongguk’s cock is much warmer, thicker, longer because of his demonic nature, and when his thighs begin to strain and he loses strength, he feels something hot burn in his ass and it kindles the flames of arousal into an inferno.
It’s the demon’s precum. If he had thought the magic was an aphrodisiac, it’s like he’s taken supernatural ecstacy. He’s reduced to a drooling mess who only thinks about cock right now. Jeongguk flips them over when he’s so deep in his headspace he can’t even get cock into his hole.
Jeongguk fucks him wild - like a man starved - because White Witches are rare for a reason. Their magic feeds demons like him like nothing else. It’s as if he’s never been truly sated til he feasts on it. There’s bruises from how hard he fucks into the witch, the squealch loud and the slap of their bodies meeting even more deafening. When he senses they’re both about to reach the precipice, Joon’s hand reaches for him - to his tail.
He drags it to his entrance, can only let out a feeble, “p-please Daddy.” before Jeongguk shoves both his cock and tail into Joon’s tight hole. It swallows both, grips it in a hot vice.
They fuck like animals - reduced to biology and compatibility.
“C-can Joon please cum?” Namjoon sobs out, and Jeongguk nods, continuing to thrust, even when Namjoon has come. Even when Joon begs him to stop, he continues, spurred on from the image of Namjoon begging him to cum, until he empties his seed into the witch, his insides milking Jeongguk’s cock until there’s nothing left.
When Jeongguk goes to pull out, Namjoon whines, tells him to keep it in so he doesn’t waste a single drop.
[ little does he know Jeongguk’s cum will only extend his Midsummer ]
He reaches to grab the warm wet towel Nam had left for them before vanishing. He cleans then the best he can with one hand, throwing it on the floor once he’s done.
He smiles at Namjoon’s blissed countenance, marveling at all his markings.
But this isn’t the end, no, far from it. He’s about to experience a White Witch’s Midsummer.
[ Aka it’s like a heat for omegas. They’re gonna fuck even in the next chap, but with Nam this time. ]