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“Feel good, babydoll?”
Taehyung shifts on the bed, skin tingling as Jeongguk glides one of his black tentacles down the arch of his back, over his plump ass. It’s warm and wet, gentle as it caresses him.
“So good,” Taehyung whines, burying his face in the pillow he’s clutching in his arms. This is still quite new to him, and he feels a simmering warmth of excitement as Jeongguk’s other tentacles trace areas of his skin, teasing him before they touch where he really wants them to touch.
He’s already trembling and Jeongguk must feel it because he laughs, “Scared?”
Taehyung nods, bottom lip wobbling as he glances back at Jeongguk from under his eyelashes. His mix of emotions is drawing him close to tears. But this is what he wants, and Jeongguk knows it. The fear is what makes it so exciting for both of them. Taehyung craves the thrill of it, the feeling of being scared and powerless, and Jeongguk loves having Taehyung at his mercy. They’ve enjoyed this dynamic ever since the demon appeared in Taehyung’s life.
“Good,” Jeongguk growls, squeezing his hip until it bruises. “When I’m done with you, all you’ll be able to remember is the feeling of my tentacles filling you up, fucking you until you can’t think, until you’re the mindless whore you’re meant to be.”
Taehyung whines, already hard and sensitive as he shifts against the sheets underneath him. Jeongguk’s words alone are reducing him to a desperate eager mess. “P- Please,” is all he can say. Jeongguk is pressed up against him from behind, hard muscles on Taehyung’s back and his cock nestled in between his ass cheeks.
“You’re such a needy little slut,” he feels the vibration of Jeongguk’s words, his deep mocking chuckle, and it sends a shiver down his spine. Then, suddenly, there’s a wet warmth sliding between his cheeks, and he jerks forward as it brushes against his sensitive entrance. “Aren’t you?”
“Yes!” Taehyung practically cries.
“Tell me what you want, baby”
“I- I want-“ Taehyung sputters, mind reeling as the tentacle coats his ass in slick. “I want your tentacles - hnng - all of them, in me. Please please please Jeongguk?”
“Hmm,” Jeongguk hums. “You’ve been a good boy. I suppose I’ll give you want you want.”
The tentacle finally slips inside of him with ease, pressing passed the first ring of muscles and reaching further inside. A low moan falls from Taehyung’s lips.
It feels different from Jeongguk’s cock - it’s wet and soft and flexible.
“Feels so good, Tae. I can feel every little detail inside of you,” Jeongguk pants into his ear. “You want more?”
Taehyung whimpers softly as he nods.
“Use your words, angel. You sound so pretty when you beg.”
Taehyung struggles to choke out words as the tentacle wriggles around inside of him, stretching him. “P- Please, give me more of your t- tentacles, Jeongguk.”
“Where do you want them?” Jeongguk whispers, pressing a kiss to his ear.
“Everywhere! I want to feel them everywhere!” He cries out, jerking his hips forward as the tentacle brushes against his prostate.
“Whatever you want, baby boy,” Jeongguk assures, tracing his hand down Taehyung’s side, pressing unto the bruises he left. “I’m going to fill you up and fuck you until you break.”
His words reduce Taehyung to a trembling mess, and he doesn’t even have time to recover before he feels a wet appendage on his cheek. He hardly sees the tentacle before it slips into his open mouth and reaches to the back of his throat, making him gag. He relishes in the feeling.
It’s heavy and wet on his tongue, stuffs his mouth full.
Then, he can feel another tentacle pushing past his entrance, both of them thinning slightly so they can fit. It still stretches him wide enough to feel like toomuchtoomuchtoomuch but it’s just what he wants, it’s everything he’s been craving.
“That’s a good little whore, taking me so well.”
Taehyung whines around the tentacle in his mouth, but he can barely choke it out as the tentacle continuously hits the back of his throat.
He feels Jeongguk shift away from behind him and doesn’t get the chance to question it before he feels more tentacles wrap around his wrists and thighs. The tentacles inside him don’t stop as he’s lifted from the sheets and hoisted into the air with ease, Jeongguk kneeling behind him. The incredible strength that the tentacles hold is both frightening and extremely arousing. He trusts with his entire being that Jeongguk would never hurt him in a way he doesn’t want, and maybe that’s why the knowledge that the tentacles are capable of tearing him apart in seconds is so arousing.
They thrust in and out of his mouth and ass, sending jolts of pleasure through him, as the others hold him in the air, bending him slightly so Jeongguk has a perfect view. He groans as he feels Jeongguk’s hands on his ass, spreading him. “Look at you, swallowing up my tentacles. My beautiful whore, such a good little plaything. Nothing but a tight hole for me to fuck.”
Taehyung feels his cheeks flush with the sweet burn of humiliation. Jeongguk is right, he’s a good whore, a dumb thing for him to fuck. He wants to belong to Jeongguk fully, be nothing but his useless cumbucket. He whines because he wants to tell Jeongguk that and he can’t but he also doesn’t want his mouth to be empty.
“You can take more, can’t you, doll?”
Taehyung turns his head to glance at Jeongguk from over his shoulder, tears in his eyes as the tentacle fucks into his mouth, and gives a slight nod. “Of course you can. My good boy,” Jeongguk praises, caressing his ass before giving it a harsh slap. Taehyung jolts at the sharp pleasant sting.
With fluid, easy movements, the tentacles holding his wrists and thighs flip him over and lower him back onto the bed with his legs and arms spread wide, Jeongguk kneeling between his legs. He stares down at Taehyung, dark eyes clouded with arousal, lips quirked into a cocky half smile, the black horns atop his head intimidatingly beautiful. There’s a sweet, gentle side to him, but when he looks dangerous like this it sends a thrill through Taehyung.
“Hmm just as pretty from this angle,” he says, fingers barely brushing against Taehyung’s neglected cock. Taehyung whines at the teasing sensation.
He’s soaked in slick from the tentacles, skin glistening in the dim light, and Jeongguk leans down to lick some from his thigh. Taehyung is tingling with anticipation.
Another tentacle trails up his neck until it reaches his mouth and pushes in beside the first one. Taehyung makes a muffled noise as his jaw aches from the stretch. His mouth is open as wide as it can possibly go, cheeks bulging as the tentacles stuff the inside of his mouth full. It’d be uncomfortable if Taehyung wasn’t so painfully turned on, if he didn’t want this so badly.
Simultaneously, another tentacle pushes past the two already in his ass. They compress slightly to make room but it still stretches him beyond anything he’s had before. He squeezes his eyes shut, tears falling from the corners of his eyes as he’s stuffed full at both ends. It’s too much, it’s too good, Taehyung wants to feel like this forever.
“Fuck, you’re taking it all so well. Such a dumb slut, this is all you’re good for, huh?”
Yes! Taehyung wants to scream but all that comes out is a muffled pathetic noise as he sobs around the tentacles in his mouth.
Taehyung has no time to adjust to the intrusion before the tentacles are all thrusting into him. Their pace before was languid compared to now. He’s fucked into mercilessly from both ends, the two tentacles in his mouth jerking so hard and fast he gags loudly each time they hit his throat. Drool drips down his chin, mixes with the slick and tears that have already made a mess on him.
The tentacles in his ass reach further in with each thirsts, burying themselves deep inside of him, deeper than anything has ever been in him. He can feel each movement as they squirm and expand and compress inside of him, testing the limits of how much he can take. He’s so full he feels like he might combust. Bursts of pleasure radiate through his entire body, send his mind reeling until he can hardly remember how to think. He doesn’t want to think, just wants to be fucked, just wants to be Jeongguk’s toy.
He can hear Jeongguk moaning loudly as his tentacles fuck into him, quick and harsh, shifting his entire body with every strong thrust.
“Look at that, slut,” Jeongguk’s groans, and Taehyung can hardly manage to open his eyes to look down, but he does and his eyes widen at the sight. “I’m all the way in your pretty tummy.”
His stomach is bulging with all of Jeongguk’s tentacles, and Taehyung can feel them, pressing against his insides, fuck. He can see them moving under his skin. It feels so good, it’s so fascinating he can’t look away.
Jeongguk seems to love it even more than him. He’s jerking himself off lazily with one hand, and with the other, he reaches up to press against Taehyung’s bulging tummy, eyes glistening with excitement. Taehyung screams as the sensation sends an intense jolt of pleasure through him, his vision going white, his fingers and toes curling, his entire body jerking violently. Oh god he’s never felt anything like this before. The pleasure comes in waves, washing over him and making his mind go blank for who knows how long.
He can faintly hear Jeongguk laughing, and when he opens his eyes he sees the other man staring down at him with amusement and satisfaction. “So sensitive, little human. Guess that was too much, huh?”
And then Taehyung sees the mess he made on himself - sticky strings of come all across the bulge on his stomach. He came untouched.
“I hope you know I’m not stopping just because you came. But you don’t want me to, do you?”
Taehyung makes a incoherent noise, quickly shakes his head, making himself dizzy with the movement as his head is still cloudy from the intense orgasm. He doesn’t want it to end, not yet, not ever.
Jeongguk fucks him harder and faster, so many tentacles shifting inside of him, and Taehyung cries and moans from the overstimulation, it hurts so good.
One of the tentacles from his thighs loosens and instead begins to press and rub against his bulging tummy, just as a tentacle in his mouth pushes further in, makes him deep throat it and choke harshly.
“Nothing but a useless little fucktoy,” Jeongguk mocks, panting as Taehyung squeezes around his tentacles. “You’re mine, my dumb mindless whore.”
Vulgar noises fill the room as the tentacles squish in and out of Taehyung and he chokes and gags loudly with every thrust. Taehyung has no energy left to do anything but lie there limply, eyes glazed over as he falls deep into a floaty pleasant headspace. He’s content to just belong, to be nothing but a plaything for Jeongguk to use and fuck and fill with all of his tentacles.
The tentacles are harsh and fast until their movements suddenly stutter and jerk unevenly. “Fuck, you’re so good, Tae, so good.” With a low, load moan, Jeongguk releases inside of him and all over his body. The tentacles around his wrists spill come down his arms, and the two on his stomach and thigh squirt all over the front of him. Come from the two in his mouth flood down his throat and he struggles to swallow it without choking. It’s so much his cheeks bulge as they fill with liquid and it spills messily down his chin as the tentacles pull out of his mouth and spurts of come paint his face. He gasps and coughs, tries to catch his breath and swallow all that’s left in his mouth.
He doesn’t think he could feel fuller than he already did but he gasps as the three tentacles in his ass unload come inside of him. His stomach bloats with the excess of it and he sobs it’s so much too much he’s so full.
“Take it all, whore,” Jeongguk says between clenched teeth. He can feel the tentacles on every part of his skin, sliding against his arm, the inside of his thigh, over his bulging tummy. “Look at you, such a pathetic filthy slut, taking all my come.” One of the tentacles caresses his face as he cries, brushing across his bottom lip and barely reaching into his open mouth, slightly muffling his cries. It’s all wet and hot and messy and it feels so perfect.
Jeongguk finally pulls his tentacles out with a wet squelch and Taehyung can feel the come gushing out of him. He feels numb and too sensitive all at once, his limbs twitching as he comes down from the intense experience. Jeongguk takes his hand and laces their fingers, whispering quiet encouragements as he strokes his still bloated tummy with his other hand. “That’s it, such a good boy,” he coos as Taehyung quietly cries and jerks when the come keeps spilling out. “You look so pretty covered in my come, so beautiful. You took so much,” he says with fascination as he watches Taehyung’s pretty entrance flutter with each mess that spills out.
It takes a few more minutes of Jeongguk whispering comforting, encouraging words for Taehyung to come down from his floaty headspace.
“You okay?” Jeongguk asks, palming Taehyung’s cheeks and wiping away some of the mess from his face.
Taehyung nods, lips barely lifting into a lazy smile. He’s content, satisfied, but exhausted. “You did so well, doll.” Taehyung flushes at the praise. “Did you enjoy it?”
“So much,” he says, and his voice is absolutely wrecked.
“Good,” Jeongguk smiles fondly down at him. “My beautiful angel. Lets get you cleaned up.”