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The mere thought of it had Felix trembling. He knew what he was doing — he has been through this page in the book many times before — practically having the steps memorized. He knew what words to say as he drew the pentagram, knew what time of the day would be best and when the moon’s alignment had the correct positioning for the summoning.
He’d never done this before. He’d been studying and reading and researching, wanting to make sure that it went perfectly. He needed to gather a few items before he could perform the summoning, and tonight seemed like the perfect night.
He was horny. Wet beyond belief — soaking his little, pink cotton panties through, to the point where he felt it on his thighs, sticky and slick.
For almost the last year, he’d been thristing over Lee Minho. Lean and muscular thighs and handsome . He’d bend over in an instant at Minho’s request. He’d been named as the soccer captain for this season — with Felix being a mere benchwarmer — giving him the perfect opportunity to gawk and fawn over the older man every practice and every game. He’d do anything Minho would say. He’d fucked himself stupid many times over that thought alone.
So now, with the perfect man in mind, he was ready to perform the summoning and get fucked within an inch of his life. As long as everything went as planned, the incubus that Felix was going to conjure should look exactly like Lee Minho.
Some may think doing something of this caliber for some dick was absurd, desperate, creepy — but Felix didn’t care. This was his dirty little secret, and the consequences of his actions were a problem for future Felix. He wanted to get fucked by Lee Minho. Now. He didn’t have time, patience, or the confidence to get him to fuck him for real.
Summoning a sex demon that looked like him would have to do.
That night, when the clock read 7:26, Felix had exactly three minutes to spare before he needed to complete the circle around the upside down star he’d painted on his wall. He’d dolled himself up with pretty lace — a lilac babydoll draped over his freckled skin with his soft pussy on display underneath. He’d forgone the panties that matched this set. He didn’t want to ruin them with how wet he’d already been the entirety of the day.
The minutes ticked by slowly, making Felix antsy with anticipation. He’d been dreaming of this day for many, many months, and it was finally about to become a reality. With a minute to spare, he grabbed the small paintbrush and got down onto the floor, sitting on his knees in front of the wall where he began his pentagram. He bent over and got to work, painting the circle quickly. Once his clock struck 7:29, he finished the pentagram, closing off the circle and sitting back to look at his work.
The pentagram began to glow red, almost pulsing by the second, becoming increasingly bright and more vibrant. Felix felt his clit throb and his pussy grew even wetter as he waited — waited for the incubus to appear. It wasn’t always the same, from what Felix had read. Sometimes it would take a couple of minutes, sometimes it was instantaneous. Sometimes the incubus would walk through your threshold, sometimes they would appear seemingly out of nowhere.
While he waited, Felix watched the pentagram’s glowing aura slowly dissipate, changing from the vibrant red back to the dull black paint that he had painted with in the beginning. He sat up and inspected his work, bending over onto his hands and knees to look closer.
Had he done something wrong? What could he have missed? He ran over the steps in his head again, double checking himself and assuring that everything was right.
He’d gotten the picture of Minho in the pentagram, angled at ninety degrees. He’d painted the pentagram perfectly, not overlapping the circle, just like the book had said. He’d said the words out loud, not hushed in the slightest bit. He had enunciated his words and was sure to speak clearly. He did everything right — so why was the damn thing not working? Felix wanted to scream, but the giggle that came from behind him was menacing — in the best way possible.
Fuck .
It worked. It really worked. Felix trembled in his spot, realizing that his entire ass and pussy were now on display from his current position.
The incubus was giggling at him — at his body.
“Pretty thing, aren’t you?”
Felix trembled again and sat up, turning so he was facing the bed and still sitting on his knees.
That’s Lee Minho’s voice.
It really fucking worked .
“You wanted me so bad that you had to summon a demon? That’s a little bit pathetic, wouldn’t you say, Felix?”
Felix squeezed his thighs together and nodded. He’s so fucking pathetic.
“Yeah,” Felix replied breathlessly, already shaking from his spot on the floor. “I- I am.”
The incubus — Minho — shifted on the bed, moving to sit on the edge of it. The smirk on his face was identical to the one the real Minho wore constantly. “You’re what, baby?”
Felix’s hands played idly on his thighs. He clenched his pussy and felt more slick leak out. “I’m- um. I’m pathetic, hyung. W-wanted you so bad, I- I-”
“You wanted this dick so bad, didn’t you? You’ve thought about me for months now, haven’t you? Thought about me fucking you stupid — bending you over the bench in the locker room? You did, didn’t you, little slut?”
The harsh words coming from the incubus had Felix whimpering and crawling over towards Minho on his hands and knees.
Pathetic .
Felix could act shy, he could act demure and innocent — but that’s not why he conjured Minho. He conjured him to get fucked like a whore.
He crawled until he got to the incubus, mind already delirious with want.
“Want it- want your dick- please, get it out- get it out, fuck my mouth- please-”
“Fuck, baby,” Minho cursed, threading a hand through Felix’s blonde hair. “Usually when people summon me I have to get them in the mood. You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you? I bet your little pussy is dripping, huh?”
“It is!” Felix had no reason to be shy. This wasn’t something anyone else had to know about — no one would ever know about it. He could act however he wanted and do whatever he wanted. No one but him and this devilish incubus would ever know.
With that thought burning Felix to his core, he turned over and bent down onto his elbows, presenting his pussy and his ass to Minho.
“ Look ,” Felix said, snaking a hand down beneath him to palm at his cunt and rub his clit. “I’m so wet for you, ‘m tight, too- don’t you want it? Want my pussy?”
One moment Felix was on the floor, shaking his ass and playing with himself, and the next he was on the bed, back against his plush sheets and breathless.
“ Fuck ,” the incubus growled. He pushed Felix’s thighs up and towards his chest, putting his hot cunt on display once again. “You know, you’re not as discreet as you think you are, little slut.”
“Wh-what?” Felix slurred out, mind stuck on the fact that Minho’s mouth wasn’t on him yet. “What?”
“The way you look at him,” Minho continued, leaning down to release his warm breath against Felix’s core. “Me. The guy you summoned me as. He knows, baby.”
Felix could only moan out in response, because once the words were said, Minho sucked Felix’s clit into his mouth. Once the incubus’s words had set in, Felix’s eyes flew open.
“What? What do you mean? I- I haven’t even done anything-”
“Uh-huh,” Minho mumbled, tongue now connecting with his clit before he pulled away again. Deft fingers toyed with it before pushing into his pussy. “He knows how bad you want him. He’s seen your lingering eyes, watched you squeeze your thighs together. He even knows that you have a pretty little cunt. I don’t know why you summoned me when you could have him instead.”
Felix whined at his words. Through Felix’s research, he knew that when incubi were summoned or conjured, they used their powers and magic to read the minds of the person who performed the ritual, gaining any and all background knowledge they could use. It’s what he wanted to hear, so Minho said it.
He ate his pussy for what seemed like a lifetime. Felix’s legs were shaking and he felt himself close to an orgasm, teetering on the edge while Minho’s tongue fucked into his hole.
“I’m- I’m gonna cum! Fuckkk - fuck, Minho- fuck!”
Felix felt his orgasm wash over him and Minho worked him through it, fingers shoved into his cunt as he rode it out. He pulsed around him and the incubus groaned, inhaling through his nose as if he was drowning in Felix’s scent.
When the incubus pulled back, Felix breathed heavily and watched him take his clothes off, jacket first, then shirt, then pants. He gripped himself through his boxers and watched Felix with dangerous, hooded eyes.
“Such a pretty little slut,” Minho said, smirking as he pulled his boxers off. “Gonna fuck your pretty mouth. Just like you want, right, Felix?”
“Yeah,” Felix said, licking his lips and moving a hand down to his now sensitive pussy. “Make me choke on it- please.”
“ God ,” Minho groaned, moving to straddle Felix’s chest. He immediately fed him his cock, slipping the tip into his wet mouth quickly before bucking his hips deeper, making Felix moan around him. “Pretty boy, you want me to make you choke? I can do that, baby. Just lay there and let me fuck your mouth.”
Felix looked up at him with watery eyes and laid pliant. He could do that. He laid as pliant as he could, taking Minho’s cock down his throat, feeling his eyes fill with tears. He blinked a few times and felt them stain his cheeks. He didn’t care — Minho didn’t care. Felix felt fucking so fucking high and he didn’t want to come down.
While Minho fucked his mouth, he thought about what he wanted next. He really wanted Minho to sit on his face. He wanted to feel helpless under him and used in the best way possible. He wanted to be bounced on his cock, fucked relentlessly until he was sobbing for more. He wanted Minho to cum in his pussy, breed him deep until he was fucked dumb and his mind was muddled.
And Felix knew that if he imagined it, that’s what he would get. All he had to do was think of what he wanted — and Minho would do it. The incubus was summoned by him . He basically worked for him . Felix could have him do whatever he wanted.
And that’s exactly what he did. Felix let himself act like a slut, because he’s the only one who has to know.
The next day, after Felix had scrubbed his wall clean and washed his sheets, he had class.
The one class of the semester that he had with Minho.
He had to act cool — had to act normal. He didn’t want to act any different than normal, even though Minho had seemingly fucked his brains out the night prior.
He made it to class on time, walking to his seat in the back of the lecture hall, avoiding eye contact with anyone. He made it to his row, only to be met with Minho, sitting in the seat directly next to we’re Felix sits every Tuesday.
Panic flooded Felix’s brain.
What the fuck?
What the fuck?
They’ve never even sat in the same vicinity.
Before he could find a different seat in a different row — on a different planet — Minho spoke, voice seeping with a teasing lilt.
“Hey, baby. Last night was fun, wasn’t it?”