KINKTOBER WEEK 2: BREEDING (Patreon)

HIIIIII :D HERE'S THE BREEDING KINK HEHEHE!! Just a warning: even though it's in the name, there are heavy mentions of breeding, filling Y/N up, giving her a baby, and, because I like it a little freaky personally, there are two brief mentions of oviposition (egg-laying, as in Harry is the one filling her with eggs, alien-style) BUT THEY ARE PRETTY QUICK MENTIONS that you can sort of skip over!!

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Y/N has an incubus. 

Well, is that how she should phrase it? That almost makes it sound like she acquired him purposefully, but that couldn’t be further from the truth – it more felt like she’d accidentally stumbled upon one in the pursuit of a meal. He, for a while, was just the weird man that lingered outside of her flat building, seemingly bored. For a while, she wondered if he was a tenant there, but she never saw him walk inside or anything. Then she thought maybe he was a smoker, but there were never plumes of smoke around his face, and the few times she’d walked by him, she never smelled it. People were drawn to him; Y/N could tell that much by how often she’d witnessed people wander up to him, despite him being some strange man outside of the building. And for that reason, she figured he might be something supernatural – they always had people flocking to them in droves. 

Eventually she got used to him being there. He was just some guy, after all – Y/N kept her head down and walked to the door. Except one time, she was stopped by a curious meow that dragged her attention to the spot the man usually was. It was weird – he wasn’t there after a month of being there consistently, every time she came home from work, and now there was a cat in his place. Briefly, she wondered if cat-shifting witches were still a thing or not, but she bent down to the cat and let it sniff her fingers, bumping the top of its head against her palm. 

“Mocha, did you find a friend?”

Y/N shrieked, and in turn, the cat startled and scurried away. She whipped around to see who scared her and was faced with none other than the man who’d been hanging out outside the building. He’s pretty up close; his eyes seem bright, and his skin looks soft and glowy. When he smiles, it’s disarming, despite the way he made her heart race. 

“Oh! Sorry, little thing,” he laughed softly, “I didn’t mean to scare you. That’s my little buddy there.” 

“Oh?” Y/N looked at him, his bare neck and pets over it, looking back at Harry, “He’s a stray, no? Or he’s a person?”

Harry didn’t screw up his face at the question, and instead laughed again, “Just a stray – at least, he hasn’t told me he’s a shifter, if he is.” Harry crouched down beside her, stretched his fingers, and scratched beneath the cat's chin, who rumbled in soft, low purrs. “You live in this building, right?” 

“Are you about to be a creep?” Y/N inquired, though she felt maybe too safe to squat beside him. All the people she’d seen speaking to him in the past, she did see again – in great moods, actually, so she didn’t think he’d kill her. But still, Y/N eyed him warily; she remembered (which is crazy, considering their relationship now). 

His eyes gleamed. “Have you ever heard of an incubus?” 

“A sex demon?” Y/N tilted her head, which gave him pause, his lips frowning and a generally disgruntled noise escaping him. 

“Ugh, that’s way too crass and totally dated,” he countered, “We prefer 'demon that feeds off lust and carnal desires’.” 

Y/N’s brows raised, “Oh. . .so you are a sex demon?” 

“Hey!” 

It turned out, Y/N was way too willing to let him inside of her bed. Part of it was because he was charming, sure, but Y/N was also in a dry spell that was getting harder and harder to ignore. The stories of incubi used to be littered with preconceptions and notions that they would drain you dry and leave an empty husk, but that was in medieval times, when they were still putting people in brass and setting fire beneath it. People are much more civilized now, even the demons, so they are typically very candid about what they are and what they do. Now, incubi have adapted at an evolutionary standpoint where they don’t have to drain you of your soul for them to feel fed. Y/N doesn’t understand all of it, but she knew that now, somehow, sleeping with them makes you look and feel better. It’s good to keep your food source bountiful and happy. 

The first time they fuck, Y/N doesn’t think it’ll happen again. It was mind-blowingly good – it would have to be, she thinks, for someone who does this for a living – to feed. He can sense what she’s into somehow, whether by reading her mind or some other weird, freaky shit. He knows how to throw her around, how to bend her in half, how to suck and lick and pull at all the right spots that make her feel like she’s losing her mind. 

And he loses his a little too – at least he tells her so afterward. Y/N was a very good meal, apparently – a taste that Harry had never experienced before.

“Is there magic in your blood?” He inquired curiously, cuddling her closely after he’d just rocked her shit. Y/N was breathless, exhausted, all used up and sore. She was limp in his arms and wondering how the hell she was going to go to work in four hours, while Harry purred beside her – much like the cat – nuzzling into her neck, pressing kisses along her bare skin but keeping his magic penis to himself. “You taste delicious. The best meal I’ve had in ages.” 

“Dunno,” she grumbled, “Go to bed.” 

Harry giggled and nuzzled against the back of her neck again, “As you wish, little thing.” 

After that, Harry became a permanent fixture in her life. A meal “this delectable” is quite hard to come by, so Harry likes to sleep with her often, and Y/N has a situationship that knows what he’s doing – incredibly well, in fact. Plus, her skin gets a little clearer for some reason, which is quite nice, so she doesn’t mind inviting him into her bed. Niall used to have a regular thing going with an incubus called Adam – Y/N thinks he still does, but he keeps it a secret because he started catching feelings, and Y/N called him out on it. There hadn’t seemed to be any long-lasting negative effects, and Harry has been pretty honest with her up to this point, so she believes he’d tell her if there were. 

Y/N is very satisfied. Every time she cums it’s the hardest orgasm she’s had in her life; she squirts more often than not, and he never makes her feel weird about the things she’s into. If anything, the more shame she feels about being into it, the more delighted Harry is to give it to her – like the time he’d made his penis knot like something out of the omegaverse. And the time he’d developed tentacles to slither and lick around her body. He degrades her, he praises her, the aftercare is always extensive and sweet, and he always keeps her well fed. It’s not like a one-night stand where Harry disappears, and she doesn’t see him until the next time he needs to eat. Harry is there when she wakes up in the morning. He picks her up from work sometimes, and he spends nights where they don’t sleep with each other either. He’s sweet, a little silly for a demon, and very warm – Y/N is getting fulfilled emotionally and sexually, which is a dangerous but very lucky pull for this sort of arrangement. 

There is just one thing that has been bothering her; she had no clue what Harry was into. Harry knew her inside and out, what makes her tick and tingle, squirt and shake – but Y/N didn’t know what Harry’s fetishes and kinks were. Anytime she inquired, he always said something stupid like, “I’m into what you’re into.” All pleased and purring, but Y/N would scowl at him. 

The only way she could truly demand answers was by tying him with magical ropes and demanding answers. Which – Y/N had expected him to put up more of a fight, but it took her edging him only twice for him to break down and cry out, “Ah – breeding!” While he humped into the air, chasing after the friction of her hands after she’d pulled them away, mere seconds before he was about to cum. Harry has not been edged in a very long time, it turns out, and he’s not used to being on this side of it, though he loves doing it to her. He’s flushed and pouty, yanking at the ties uselessly. “My – that’s one of the things I like.” 

Y/N tilted her head, “Breeding?” 

“Mhm,” he whines, cock throbbing in the open air, leaking wet and sticky down his slit, “Like thinking about fucking you open and full, creampieing you as many times as it takes for it to stick.” He admits breathlessly, “Think about how cute and round you’d be, full of my baby, and when we’d walk around, everyone would know who fucked you so good and got you looking so cute.” 

It’s interesting, for sure. Y/N knows incubi can’t get humans pregnant, so she wonders if the draw is because of that or if it’s more possession, staking a claim on his meal, letting people know she’s all bred up and off limits. Breeding is a fun thought when you don’t have to consider actually going through labor and having a kid. This was also something she could accomplish feeding into by doing very little footwork. She was worried he’d say something like shibari or food play, where she’d need to get supplies and sort of plan accordingly beforehand. 

But with this? All Y/N has to do is hike herself up and straddle his waist. 

“You want to fill me up, huh? That’s easy,” she replies, reaching down to feed his cock inside of her, and Harry’s chin tilts up, a moan leaving his mouth loud and long as she sinks onto him. Her fingers dig into the muscle of his chest, around his nipples. “Why didn’t you just say something before?” 

“‘Cos it isn’t about me,” he whimpers, bucking his hips into her, jostling her a little before she could get a steady pace on him, “I feed off your desire, not my own.” 

“Well, one of my desires is making you cum,” she replied resolutely, “And I want you to breed me up, yeah? Want you to breed me however you can – with your cum, with eggs –” he groans, eyes rolling to the back of his head, hips twitching again, “Anything, I want you to give me anything.” 

Even all tied up, Harry plants his feet into the mattress and fucks into her. Y/N laughed a little, gripping his shoulders to keep herself a little stable, at least while he thrust inside of her. Y/N wonders if she’s ever felt him this hard and throbby inside of her – she can feel him leaking so much that it’s making her thighs super wet, not just with her own arousal. Y/N struggles to keep her mouth closed, hung open and mewling, her own eyes fluttering, threatening to roll back in her head. His desire thrums through the air, his gaze glazed over in a way she’d never seen before. She leans in and smears a kiss against his sternum, sucking on the skin where it’s sensitive and warm, right over his little incubus tattoo that marks his skin in an ornate design and swirl. 

“So fucking deep,” Harry moans, “So deep inside, it’s like you're sucking me in.” 

“Mhm,” she nods quickly, “Yeah, s’good. Feel you touching my cervix, baby; you’re right there to fill me up.” Harry cries out, his fingers curling into fists around the ties. She reaches down between them, presses her hand to her lower belly where she swears she can feel the head of his cock bulge with each kiss, “F-fuck, you can – you can fill me full enough to make my belly bloat with it. Have you leaking out of me for days and days. I’ll wear skirts and no panties so people can see it drip and trickle down my thighs and wonder who did so well breeding me.” 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he agrees, going a little quicker, “Everyone already knows you're mine, but this will make sure of it. Full of with my baby, my babies, my – my eggs, my anything – shit,” another whine tears from his chest, “Get your tits all milky and sweet, I’d suck on them every day, make sure they weren’t too full. Think about it when I can smell you ovulating – your pussy is so fucking good when it wants me to fill her.” He swallows hard, “G’na drain myself in you, give you everything I have, baby, make you a mommy – ugh, I want – I want to fuck you all day and night. Wish I could put you in heat and have you beg for my cum until you’re all loose. Keep you plugged up with my cock so none of it leaks out tonight, oh – oh fuck –” 

Y/N isn’t into breeding, but that alone makes her cum. His senseless rambling, so consumed by his own pleasure that he lets himself completely loose. 

“Give me –” she chokes on her drool, swallowing hard, “Give me your cum, please Harry, please, please, give me all of it, baby, give me everything.” 

Harry cums hard. So hard that Y/N gasps, jumps a little – he has always cum a disproportionate amount for a human, but it feels like even more right now. He must be really turned on, which – in turn – keeps Y/N hot and has her grinding down into him, milking him with her pussy. It’s good, mind-numbing; he starts to spill around her, dripping over his balls and down to the bed. 

There’s barely a moment of reprieve, because Harry’s refractory period is borderline nonexistent. Suddenly, Y/N’s world is flipped, and she’s so discombobulated she barely realizes that he’d slipped out of her (as well as the ties – that were supposed to keep him locked for hours – she needs to get her money back) until he starts to drip from her pussy, trickling down to her bum. 

“Awww,” Harry pouts, his eyes darting between them as he splits her thighs open, using his thumbs to pull her lips apart, “You spilled some, baby. Should I give you some more?” He uses two fingers to dip back inside of her, and Y/N gasps, “How many loads do you think you can take before tapping out?” 

Y/N is in for a very long night. She’s certain of it.