Boy Meets Dragon

by AiSeeHope

Summary:

"How do you like your eggs?" 

The one where little peasant boy, Hoseok, gets sent by his plagued village to collect the rumoured cure: a dragon's scale.
He finds the beast, gets the cure he came for, and in the process gets boned dragon style with some eggs on top.

 

Chapter 3: Illustrated comic strip

Notes:

Another cringey title lmao
Welcome to my first ovi. Hope you enjoy it.
Warning- I've only ever read one dragon porn, and it shows.
This is the ao3 version of my twt thread here
//Not proofread

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Chapter 1: Let there be DRAGONS

 

 

 

 

 

Hoseok is terrified when they send him away. They tell him he can't come back unless it's with the cure. Until then, he can't see his family, his friends- anyone.

But they're all sick anyway. So, he really doesn't have any other choice.

It's either leave and get the cure or stay where he is and fall sick himself. 

 

So he chooses to leave.

 

His feet wobble with the effort to keep walking further and further into the woods.

They say the dragon's cave is in the very core, deep within the forest where no man dares wander into.

It's ironic how fussy little Hoseok avoids the forest like the plague on most days, but the very plague is driving him into his worst nightmare.

He enters the woods at dawn, walking almost aimlessly, drawing on trees to mark his path and ensure that he doesn't get lost.

And he's really damn scared already, squealing whenever he unwittingly steps on dead leaves.

But he's strong, he can do this, he repeats to himself like a mantra, walking forward one stuttering step at a time

He gets his first glimpse of the dreaded cave when the sun starts to set, washing the rubble of the walls in an eerie orange glow

He gulps, legs heavier than lead. 

The cave is but an intimidating gigantic earthen mound surrounded by a deluge of overgrown green

It's hideous and looks dreadfully dangerous already without even having the element of the fire breathing dragon inside.

Hoseok drags himself to the mouth of the cave, hands shaking by his sides, bundled into tiny fists, clawing into his palms and drawing blood.

He gulps, before he takes a deep breath, shutting his eyes and picturing his family, trying to gather enough strength on their behalf as well.

And he trudges forward with poorly feigned courage and desperate prayers 

The ground is rough and dry beneath his worn out feet, dust fanning out with his every step

It gets darker and darker with every step he takes, and at one point he wonders if he just imagined the sunset. It's nearly pitch black and the only thing that lights his path is tthe little lantern he'd managed to bring along.

For a structure that looks only like a semicircular mound, the cave is filled with twists and turns, paths that curve into and out of each other. Hoseok is already well beyond the point of getting lost inside. 

But there's no other way to go but forward and on, he moves, head held high, hand clutched tight around the warm handle of his little lantern. 

After walking for what feels like hours, Hoseok begins to question whether there really is such a thing as a dragon in this cave.

There's been no clue to any signs of life inside this little earthen cavity, and he's a bit tired already. 

But it's always during moments when you think of giving up that you miraculously find what you've been looking for 

And it is at that moment that the light from his little yellow lantern catches on an object a little further away, making it glint in all the shades of the rainbow

Hoseok stills in his exploration of the cave, almost dropping his lantern 

Hoseok has to cover his mouth with his free hand so as not to make any noise.

His eyes bulge out almost comically as he takes in the sight of the magnificent beast that lays before him, peaceful in his slumber, chest rising up and down rhythmically as he snores ever so gently.

Hoseok has only ever heard of dragons, read about them in scriptures, seen artistic renditions of their form.

He's never seen one before, nor has he ever dreamed that he would ever have the (mis)fortune to.

 

But here he is.

 

In front of the very beast that holds his fate in its scales.

 

The dragon is unlike anything Hoseok has ever seen.

He paints a picture far different from the one that Hoseok had etched in his mind.

He's far more majestic in every way, he's grand and commanding even in his sleep, elegant and beautiful.

But most of all-- 

He looks a little bit human 

His body is much like that of a human, many times bigger in size, but very much similar in form. His skin dark and glistening with a sheen of sweat, scales splattered all over, varying in density, loosely splattered at the top and dense at the bottom. 

They're nearly translucent, glowing under Hoseok's light, flashing in the seven colours of the rainbow. It's bewitching the way the colours play on the dragon's skin, almost like a dream 

And his wings-- they're big and wide, black as soot, wrapped almost protectively around his torso. Hoseok wonders just how big they span when they spread out wide.

He gulps as he walks forward, angling the lantern so the light falls on the lower half of the dragon's body. 

Hoseok cannot see the dragon's face, he assumes he has a human face from what little he can see of the sharp jaw and dark curly hair.

He slowly reaches into the pocket of his leather pants, fumbling about for the little glass vial he's brought from his village. 

His hands shake as he slowly brings it out. He places the lantern at the side of the walls, a distance away from the beast, but close enough so he can see what he's doing

The dragon is sound asleep, chest rising and falling in that same appeasing rhythm. 

Hoseok trains his eyes on the beast, gaze sharp and intense, as he reaches to the little belt around his waist that pockets his trusted little dagger. He slowly pulls it out of its sheath, hands shaking ever so slightly. 

 

"But how can I possibly steal a dragon's scales? They're strong and powerful, and I'm only a weak human!"

Hoseok remembers his agitation when the village leader gave him his cruel order.

"It's okay, little boy," the old man had rubbed his long, white beard, chuckling humourlessly. "Just pray to God, and you'll be okay."

 

And so, Hoseok prays to all the Gods he doesn't believe in, hands shaking violently as he moves closer and closer towards the dreadful beast

He holds his breath as he slowly seats himself, hands rising up towards the dragons scales, fingering trembling as he angles the dagger 

He slowly touches the blade to the scales, ever so delicately, waiting to gauge the dragon's reactions before he slowly tilts it down and touches the skin of his flesh at the base of the translucent scales

He holds his breath, making sure the dragon is still sound asleep 

The beast's chest rises and falls in the same rhythm that Hoseok, in the little time that he's been in contact with the beast, has managed to commit to his memory

He slowly applies pressure at the boundary between the skin and the scale, angling his dagger just right 

And he digs in the blade in one sharp movement and flicks a single scale out 

Hoseok quickly catches the scale in the vial, almost like he's been trained to perform such acrobatics in a circus

He waits with bated breath, watching the dragon for any reaction, heart thumping so loud that he wonders if it's echoing in the hollow walls of the cave 

When he's ascertained that the dragon is still sound asleep and that the coast is clear, he slowly moves down to a lower spot, nearer to the dragon's tail. He gulps, having only just taken notice of the large glistening tail, covered entirely in a sense growth of scales 

He moves the dagger towards the ridge of the tail. He slowly tips it down, applying pressure and forcing out the second scale in a similar method as before. The scale falls to the ground and Hoseok bends down to pick it up. He sighs softly as he gathers it in his hands 

 

Only when he rides up, he comes face to face with the dragon who is now very much awake

And very much amused 

 

Hoseok screams 

 

Hoseok scrambles onto his feet, dropping the vial, the two scales dropping to the ground almost instantly. He scurries away from.the dragon, hand gripping his dagger as he swishes it around in the air

He turns around and makes to run away, adrenaline thumping furiously 

But he's yanked around by a sharp bruising grip on his waist, sharp claws digging into his soft skin as he's turned around 

"Hello there, pretty human," the dragon purrs. His face is much like a humans, albeit the tiny horns that adorn his head and the long forked tongue that swipes his plump lips. "What brings you to my humble abode?"

Fuck

Fuck

Fuck

Fuck

Fuck 

Hoseok trembles violently, raising his dagger feebly in a helpless attempt to intimidate the beast before him. The dragon laughs, his wings spreading out before they swoop down and slap the dagger out of Hoseok's hand, making him sob in unadulterated fear. 

"Please--" Hoseok chokes out, voice breaking on a sob. He feels his eyes brim with tears, hot trails running down his face. "Please--"

The dragon's grip on his waist loosens, and the beast brings one hand up to cup Hoseok's face. Hoseok shivers at the touch, the dragon's skin cold and rough, scales poking into the smooth cushions of his soft rosy cheeks

"Why do you look so sad, little human? You were just shoving your sword in my fave a moment ago."

The dragon tilts his head, smile mocking, eyes glinting with a dangerous fire 

Hoseok sobs, shaking violently as the dragon pushes his body up till his feet dangle from the ground.

The dragon looks down at his scales that sparkle ethereally on the dry, rubbled ground.

"Oh, I see what you came for," he drawls, hand digging harshly into Hoseok's waist 

Hoseok winces when he feels the dragon's sharp nails break his skin. The dragon isn't smiling anymore-- he's watching Hoseok almost as if he's trying to decide what to do with him

"You shoved your little knife in me while I was asleep, you filthy mortal." 

The dragon's voice is deep and low and fucking menacing and Hoseok is so scared he would piss his pants if he wasn't so dehydrated.

"Please--" he gasps when the dragon lowers his other hand to wrap around his throat.

"I would've given you what you wanted if you'd asked politely, you know?" The dragon clicks his tongue, rubbing his hands up and down Hoseok's throat, smiling when Hoseok's tears fall on his claws. "But you humans are so uncivilized, always resorting to brute force."

The dragon's eyes glint once again, but this time it's almost mischievous 

"Tell you what, little human," the dragon trails his hand down Hoseok's chest, claws carelessly dragging along his clothes and leaving cuts in their wake. " I'm feeling generous. How about I give you what you want In exchange for a little something from you?" 

Hoseok gasps when the dragon's claws graze his nipple, whining when the dragon grins and flicks the sensitive bud that immediately pebbles up.

"You-- you will? What-- I-- I'll do anything for a few-- aaahh-- for a few scales, sir." Hoseok pants out, legs flailing about in the air as the dragon teases his nipples with his sharp claws, till they're swollen and puffed.

"Anything you say," the dragon whispers, tail coming up to slither around Hoseok's waist and keep him hoisted up. "Will you really be willing to help a lonely old dragon like me?" 

Hoseok nods furiously, mind going fuzzy as the dragon's tail slithers up to his chest, rubbing up and down his sides, making him shiver in a sensation that's entirely too foreign to him.

But he likes it.

He likes it a lot.

"Yes--" his breath leaves him in a rush. "Anything." 

The dragon smiles, hands both coming down to tug at Hoseok's waist, eyes twinkling when he takes in just how small and slender Hoseok is in comparison to him and just how much he's going to enjoy his little fun with this pretty little human. 

"Well then, my pretty little human," the dragon lowers his head and whispers into hosoeks ear, sending a chill down to his very toes, still very much suspended off the ground. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"How do you like your eggs?" 

 

 

 

 

 

Boy meets Dragon

To be Continued

 

 

 

 

 

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Chapter 2: Let there be EGGS

Summary:

The EGGstravaganza!!!

Notes:

HELLO THIS IS FINALLY DONE WTF!!!

so its 3 k of absolute filth
very rough sex, very dubious consent
hoseok cries a lot and faints and stuff ;-;
thanks to lauren for proofreading this chapter ily ;0;
 

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"How do you like your eggs?"

 

 

The hand at his crotch applies pressure, slowly massaging his cock through the thin loincloth that covers it. Hoseok feels his stomach coiling up, his chest tightening up in a mad heat. 

"Sweetheart, you're already so wet ." Namjoon teases, hands now kneading Hoseok's semi erection. Hoseok whines when Namjoon's claws pull at the string around his hips and yanks his soiled loincloth off. A cold daft of wind hits his bare skin, making him gasp. He looks down and sees that his cock has sprung free from the confines of his pants, pathetically rising against his stomach. He looks down and sees the discarded cloth, a wet patch at the center. A whine of shame rises up his throat and he lowers his head. 

The dragon, however, will have none of it. He pulls Hoseok's head up once again, claws grazing against skin and making him bite the inside of his mouth in shock. 

"Look at me, human," Namjoon whispers, his mouth pulling into a smirk, deep dimples popping at the corners of his lips. "Don't you want these scales of mine?" He tilts his head to the side, smile widening by the slightest degree. 

"Yes, please," Hoseok whispers, forcing his eyes to look straight at the dragon, vision blurred with the sting of his tears.

"Good boy," Namjoon whispers before he wraps his large hands around Hoseok's shaft. Hoseok's entire body shudders violently at the sudden touch. "You're leaking so much, my precious human. So pretty." Namjoon flicks the head of his cock, smiling as his long claw touches the tip, collecting the bead of precome that pearls out. Hoseok blinks to keep his eyes open, sight blurry with tears. His body thrums with a strange feeling. He's never had anything other than his own hands down there, and he regrets it immensely now. Because it feels so good .

Then, Namjoon starts to pump his cock at a ridiculously slow rhythm, his claws grazing against Hoseok's balls and making him gasp at the little bolts of pain and pleasure that course through his veins. The dragon suddenly stills, removing his hands from Hoseok's cock.

"No--" Hoseok sobs out, pushing his hips forward shamelessly. He has a "don't stop" at the tip of his tongue, but it disappears on a gasp when the dragon moves closer, gripping Hoseok by his hips and lifting him well off the ground. Hoseok's hands come up to hold onto Namjoon's shoulders, shivering slightly when he feels the rough patch of scales beneath his skin. He squeals high-pitched and loud when Namjoon lifts him higher until his feet are several inches above the ground, and he's now a head taller than the dragon.

"Oh," Hoseok chokes out, fingers digging into the rough, scaled skin of Namjoon's muscled shoulders. His knees hang weakly in the air, knees buckled and weak. His cock throbs and weeps pathetically. 

"Take your shirt off, sweetheart," Namjoon purrs. "Let me see all of you."

Hoseok hesitates, legs still trembling with the discomfort of being raised up so high. He stares bewilderingly at Namjoon, mouth parted in confusion. 

"I said," Namjoon frowns after a long beat of silence. "Strip out of your clothes, human."

Hoseok nods violently, hands shaking as they fumble with his shirt, yanking it over his head hurriedly, yelping when he pushes too hard and nearly topples over. But he needn't worry, given that Namjoon's grip is tight and sturdy, holding him in place as he strips till he's fully naked, presenting himself like a feast for the dragon before him. Namjoon licks his lips, moving forward, eyes glinting wickedly. With their positions now, Namjoon's face is mere centimetres in front of Hoseok's collarbones. The dragon chuckles before bending down and mouthing at Hoseok's nipple.

"Oh, God--" Hoseok screams, arching off the wall into Namjoon's mouth. His body shakes violently, his hands clawing into Namjoon's back. "Oh, God!”

The dragon lifts his head the smallest amount, blowing air on to the swollen nipple. He grins, tongue coming out to flick against the pebbled bud, feeling Hoseok shiver beneath him. 

"Although it’s very flattering, I'm not God, human," Namjoon snorts, turning his head and moving to swallow the other nipple, that's been unattended to. "I'm Namjoon." 

Namjoon chuckles, his breath fanning over Hoseok's dusky peak, before he envelops it with his mouth. He gently nips it, enjoying the way Hoseok's nails dig into his back, grazing his scales, deep enough to draw blood. He chuckles, sucking at the beaded flesh, a tad bit disappointed that Hoseok doesn't lactate.

He pops his mouth off, appreciating how swollen and reddened Hoseok’s nipples look, puffy and spit slicked and absolutely wrecked. If he wasn't feeling so impatient, he would enjoy them a bit more languidly, sucking and nipping for hours on end, just soaking in the pretty human's prettier moans. And maybe he will, when he plays with him on another occasion. He'll take his time with him then. 

"What's your name, pretty human?" Namjoon asks, staring into Hoseok's wet eyes, as he stealthily pushes his thighs apart. 

"Ho-- Hoseok," Hoseok closes his eyes, panting heavily as Namjoon parts his legs even more, until they're wide apart at an obscene angle. 

"Hoseok, huh?" Namjoon purrs. "What a pretty name for a pretty boy."

Namjoon pushes Hoseok's frame up a little higher, making the poor human squeal helplessly. His hands move up to grip the thick flesh of Hoseok's inner thighs, before he pushes them up and reveals his bare ass. There’s a soft thud that echoes in the cave as Hoseok's head bangs against the hard earthen walls. He chokes out as he feels Namjoon's long claws dragging against his smooth untouched skin, trailing down his spine, squeezing his ass cheeks. 

Namjoon smacks them softly, extracting an incorrigible garbled sound from Hoseok, before he spreads Hoseok’s cheeks apart and pokes his claw gently against the human’s virgin rim. Hoseok shudders. No one's ever touched him there-- he's never even touched himself there.

"No," he croaks out as Namjoon's thumb presses at his tender flesh. "No--"

"Shh," Namjoon whispers, before he removes his hand and trails it over Hoseok's balls all the way to the junction between his legs and his hips. He rubs the pad of his fingers dangerously under Hoseok’s smooth shaft, making the human shudder as he feels the dragon’s claws feather against his sensitive flesh.

"I'll be gentle, sweetheart." Namjoon smiles, flashing his deep dimples and sharp canines. Namjoon bends his head, while simultaneously lifting Hoseok even higher, until he’s far enough above him, at an angle for easy access to his ass.

"I'll take good care of you, my pretty little human," Namjoon whispers, pressing a kiss to Hoseok's twitching cock, before he trails his lips down to his inner thighs, nipping and sucking at the tender flesh, making Hoseok whine and whimper in absolute agony. 

Namjoon plants a kiss against Hoseok's balls before he bends down and presses his mouth against his pink, puckered rim. Hoseok lets go of Namjoon's shoulders, his hands coming up instead to grip at Namjoon’s hair, pulling sharply when the dragon mouths at his hole, before he plunges his tongue in and makes him scream.

Hoseok’s legs thrash violently around him, but Namjoon has them spread so far apart that their motion, in no way, hinders his ministrations. Namjoon’s tongue is long and wet, the saliva somehow stickier and slimier than human saliva could ever be. It acts as a sort of natural lubricant, making its way into Hoseok’s tight canal, stretching his walls in its wake. Hoseok pants, chest heaving, head thudding against the wall behind him every time Namjoon extracts his tongue only to push it back inside. Namjoon hums, deep and low and sending vibrations along Hoseok’s walls. He sobs, as he feels his guts heat up, coiling in pleasure. 

And then, suddenly, Namjoon pushes Hoseok even further into the wall behind him, nearly folding his legs all the way up to his chest as he drills his tongue inside of Hoseok. The tip of Namjoon’s tongue hits a sensitive gland inside him and he screams, cock spilling in thick, messy squirts of white, viscous fluid. Hoseok’s body trembles and twitches, his mouth hanging open as he watches his cock empty itself. His body collapses in Namjoon’s grip, and he watches Namjoon pull his tongue out from inside him. Hoseok’s asshole twitches in the air, and he feels oddly empty and cold. 

But before he can start to understand, he gasps, paling in fear when he realises that his come has landed on the dragon’s forehead, caught in his hair. He swallows as he slowly reaches out, hands still trembling from his orgasm.

“I’m so sorry, Sir-- Namjoon Sir,” Hoseok whispers, voice shaken as he tries to pluck the cum out of Namjoon’s hair. Namjoon chuckles, removing one hand to tug at Hoseok’s wrist and pull it towards his mouth. Hoseok gasps, eyes widening as he watches Namjoon suck at his fingers, licking them clean with a few laps of his long tongue.

“Oh Hoseok, your seed tastes as sweet as your rear,” Namjoon plops his plump lips off Hoseok’s fingers, before nipping at the tip of his index finger and making him yelp. “Next time, I’ll take my time and thoroughly feast on you, darling. I’ll drink you up until you’re dry for days.”

Hoseok sobs as he takes in the promise in Namjoon’s sinister gaze. His asshole flutters pathetically and he can feel his soft cock twitch in eagerness.

“But not today,” Namjoon continues, pulling back a little. Hoseok is startled by the sudden wave of panic that courses through his body, the sudden roaring in his head, an incessant scream of “don’t leave me” that brings him to shame.

Almost as if sensing his feelings, Namjoon chuckles again, He slowly pulls Hoseok’s body down, until Hoseok’s is eye level with Namjoon’s deep, glossy collarbones, his luminous scales flashing in a myriad of colours under the dim flame that lights up the cave.

Namjoon chuckles, pushing Hoseok’s legs even further apart, making him wince at the slight sting at his joints.

“Let’s give you those eggs you deserve, shall we?” Namjoon coos.

“Huh--” Hoseok nearly chokes on his spit when he feels something thick and hot prod against his entrance. His eyes nearly pop out of their sockets when he looks down and sees Namjoon’s cock teasing against his asshole. “Wait-- Namjoon-- Sir?? Sir, it won’t fit--”

Hoseok screams when the head of Namjoon’s cock breaches his rim, stretching it obscenely wide. His body shudders violently, thighs twitching as Namjoon continues to push into his tight, wet heat, inch by ridiculous inch. Namjoon’s cock burns into Hoseok’s walls, lighting a trail of fire in its wake. Hoseok pants, drooling vulgarly, gasping as he feels fuller than he ever thought possible. Namjoon’s cock drills a chasm inside of him-- one that he fears will remain long after the dragon’s had his way with him.

The drag of Namjoon’s cock is tortuously slow, stretching Hoseok to his limits, making his walls pull so taut he can barely even feel the sting anymore-- everything is just numb. He feels something wet against his balls, and he wonders if its the remnants of Namjoon’s drool or if it’s his own blood-- he must be bleeding for sure, there is no way his body can take something of the size and proportion of Namjoon’s cock without splitting into two.

“You take me so well, my precious human,” Namjoon coos, letting go of one of Hoseok’s legs, to cup his face. “So good for me, Hoseok. Born to take my cock-- born to take my seed.”

Hoseok winces, his leg dropping limply, quivering and shaking with stimulation as Namjoon continues to plunder into him. It’s a little over half way inside when it brushes against Hoseok’s prostate.

“Oh--” Hoseok screams, his own cock plumping up for the second time as Namjoon continues to push into him. “Oh no, no, no-- too-- too much-- nghhh--”

“Hush now, sweetheart,” Namjoon clicks his tongue relentlessly pushing forward, dragging against Hoseok’s prostate, pressing against it harshly, sending jolt after jolt of pleasure relentlessly through his body. “Just let go.”

Namjoon suddenly pulls his cock out until the tip just catches at the rim. Hoseok shudders, feeling as though his walls are being pulled along with Namjoon’s shaft, leaving a vacuum in its place. He barely has a moment to catch his breath before Namjoon pistons into him in one harsh motion, bottoming out completely and punching the breath out of Hoseok’s lungs. Hoseok comes for the second time, cock ejaculating a string of come, that stains his stomach as well as Namjoon’s chest. His head hangs to the side, eyes rolled almost all the way back, tongue lolling out of his mouth as his body twitches violently through his second orgasm. 

Namjoon chuckles, pulling his cock out once again, only to ram it back inside. Although it hurts-- what with how big it is, and how oversensitive Hoseok is now that he’s come a second time-- he barely reacts, just being held pliantly in Namjoon’s arms as he has his way with him. 

Namjoon grunts, retracting almost all the way out before he drives forward and bottoms out once again. Hoseok is merely his cock sleeve, pliant and motionless, just taking, taking, taking, hole stretched out and gaping as Namjoon plunders into him, setting a merciless pace. He can feel the glide becoming wetter and wetter, Namjoon’s cock leaking precome profusely as it thrusts into Hoseok at a furious pace. Hoseok’s mouth hangs open, drool dripping down from the corners, whines and whimpers of pain and pleasure dying at his throat, never making it past his lips in his current state of exhaustion.

“You’re so tight, human,” Namjoon huffs, claws digging into Hoseok’s soft thighs, breaking his skin and drawing blood. “So hot around my girth. How ironic if a human like you is able to burn a dragon like me this way.”

Namjoon grunts, growling under his breath, claws digging into Hoseok’s flesh. Hoseok feels a hot liquid dripping down his thighs, his skin no doubt bleeding from Namjoon’s grip. But suddenly, his eyes shoot open and he emits a blood curdling scream as Namjoon finally comes inside him. Hoseok comes for the third time in a row, cock squirting out small spurts of cum as Namjoon ejaculates, shooting his seed deep inside of Hoseok’s walls, batch after batch of his come bursting into Hoseok’s walls, pumping him full, making him scream till he sobs, voice going hoarse, ears ringing, head pounding-- It’s too much. He garbles, as the dragon continues to thrust inside him, his body pathetically milking him endlessly,

“Nghh--” Hoseok whines, tongue dry and rendered almost useless as he’s stuffed with cock till he feels it protruding against his stomach. He moves his hands, still twitching from the aftermaths of his orgasms and the current plundering of his body. He gently touches his distended stomach, plump with Namjoon’s cum. He closes his eyes, feeling himself drop in and out of consciousness as Namjoon thrusts inside him for what feels like hours. However, his eyes shoot open in shock when Namjoon thrusts especially hard and holds himself in place. His cock squirting come at a slower pace, but instead, the base starts to expand, stretching out Hoseok’s walls, making him hiss and sob in pain. 

“It-- it hurts--” Hoseok sobs brokenly. It hurts to speak almost as much as it hurts to take what he assumes is the dragon’s knot. “Please--

“Shh,” Namjoon tilts Hoseok’s chin up. Hoseok’s eyes droop tiredly as Namjoon brings their faces together.

“Time for the grand finale, sweetheart,” Namjoon whispers against Hoseok’s lips, before he steals them in a scorching kiss. 

Hoseok whines brokenly when Namjoon’s tongue enters his mouth, and at the same time, he feels Namjoon’s knot vibrate inside him, before he feels something move inside the dragon's cock, from the knotted base to the tip before it pushes out from the tip. Hoseok opens his mouth, only for his scream to be lapped up by Namjoon’s mouth. His body convulses when he feels something round and hard, roughly the size of an egg, push out from Namjoon’s cock into his walls, pressing directly into his prostate. A chill rushes down Hoseok’s spine, his cock feeling hot and heavy and stinging incessantly. He feels like he’s ejaculating again, a coiling in his gut, a heat in his abdomen, but there’s no more cum-- he’s coming dry now.

Hoseok sobs into Namjoon’s mouth as the egg pushes fully inside him. At this point, he can no longer feel his lower body-- numb from being completely debauched. When the egg has finally lodged itself within his walls, Hoseok’s body becomes pliant once again. 

But before he can relax, another egg travels from Namjoon’s knot into him. He sobs, breathing harshly even as Namjoon nips at his tongue, far too unbothered in comparison to him.

“Please--” Hoseok manages to choke out. “Please stop-- It hurts so much-- I can’t-- No more--”

“Okay,” Namjoon whispers, rolling his hips, jostling Hoseok around, before he releases one last egg, sighing in contentment as his body relaxing with the action. “There, all done.”

Hoseok makes an unintelligible noise of relief, eyes heavy, body heavier. 

“Thank-- thank you--” The words come out garbled and broken, but Namjoon’s smiling, sweet and dimpled, kissing Hoseok again, and waiting for his knot to deflate.

Hoseok doesn’t know how long they stay like that-- with his limp body being held up by Namjoon’s hands, as the dragon waits for his knot to subside. He falls in and out of consciousness for what feels like forever.

When Namjoon’s knot finally deflates, it pops out of Hoseok’s ass with a vulgar pop sound. His asshole gapes obscenely and there is an avalanche of thick slimy dragon cum that gushes out, leaking down his thighs in rivulets. Hoseok sighs in relief, body sagging as he feels himself empty out. He presses against his still distended stomach. It’s slowly easing down. He whines when he feels the first egg press against his rim. He huffs, sobbing as he heaves and forces it out from his tender rim.

“Look at you,” Namjoon chuckles, catching the eggs as Hoseok squeezes them out one by one. “Too bad you don’t have a womb, human. You would make the perfect vessel for my offspring, sweetheart. Such a shame.”

Hoseok grunts in acknowledgement, the last egg finally falling out of his ass, along with another batch of come.

Finally, with all the eggs out of his body and most of the come gone as well, Hoseok sighs in relief, eyes drooping down as exhaustion finally hits him and takes him under.

Namjoon’s tender smiling face is the last thing he sees.

 

 

 

 

 

When Hoseok wakes up, he’s back home-- in his village. His family surrounds him, pulling him into their arms and wailing in relief. They tell him he’s been sleeping for over a week. They also tell him there’s a dragon waiting for him outside.

When he’s well enough to get up on his feet, he is welcomed as a hero, because not only did he bring back a cure for the plague, but he also brought back a royal alpha dragon hybrid of prosperity and fertility-- a miracle in every form of the word. His village prospers beyond their wildest dreams, excelling in trade and war. Everyday is a day to celebrate. Everyday is a day to drink and make merry. Everyday is a day to feast.

 

 

 

And for Hoseok, the human who the dragon has chosen as his human mate--

 

 

 

 

Everyday is a day to feast on eggs.

 

 

 

Boy meets Dragon

The End

 

 

 

 

 

Notes:

i wrote this on my first day of period at midnight
how ironic
thank u for reading this filth, ily ;;0;;

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Chapter 3: Illustration

Summary:

Hello
So, coincidentally, I found the cute anon who made the illustrations for Boy Meets Dilf. And THIS HAPPENED!!! Sharing the comic strip for my readers on ao3. If you have a twitter account, please support the tweet for the illustration.

The artist, @messomayo on twitter, is so talented and their art is so lovely. I am so honored that you read my stories and made art for them. It truly makes me so happy. Once again, the illustrations are even hotter than the fic. Eggsellent! It made me absolutely eggstatic!!!!! Do support them and their art if you have a twitter account.

Enjoy the hentai lol

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Have a great day, lovelies <3

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Series this work belongs to:

• Part 5 of Smutshots for Hoseokkie