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The thumping of bass is nearly deafening as it reverberates through Jimin's entire body. He turns away from the bar, cocktail in hand, eyes scanning the dance floor and its occupants bathed in rainbow-colored lights as they writhe and pulsate. He's newly single, on the brink of intoxication, and ready to fuck.
His friends have already found their spots beneath the lasers and strobe lights, coupled off and grinding against each other with reckless abandon. Although Jimin invited them here as a "boys night" to celebrate his recent breakup, he has no intention of staying too close to the group.
The slight arch of Jimin's back as he leans with an elbow propped on the edge of the bar allows his mesh top to ride up his tummy just enough to show off his soft but toned abs, accentuated by a gold chain that hangs from his waist, catching the flicker of the lights just enough to avert someone's gaze down to the muscular thighs that strain against his tight black jeans. Colorful light paints Jimin's light blond hair blues and reds as he plays with his straw, flicking it around the glass with his tongue, keeping his plush lips wet.
Jimin can feel his presence before he can see him. A floral, woody scent hits his nostrils, and he leans subconsciously to the right, trying to follow it.
"You're drawn to me too, it seems," the voice says as he leans at a slight angle, aiming his breath toward Jimin, who finally turns his head to see the owner of the scent. The man is facing the bar but looking down towards Jimin, drink in hand with a mischievous smirk on his face.
The man watching Jimin is tall, broad, and devilishly handsome. His dark, almost black hair falls over his forehead, and as he turns to face the slightly smaller man, his semi-sheer button-up top is open enough to give Jimin an eyeful of deliciously honey-toned skin.
Jimin's mind races with shrewd openings, clever pickup lines, flirtatious one-liners, but all his perfectly plump lips can say is, "Jimin."
The taller man holds out a hand, and when Jimin lifts his own to place it into the man's palm, his dainty fingers disappear in his grip. Something about how engulfing this man's presence is has Jimin practically panting.
"Seokjin," he says before lifting Jimin's hand to his luscious pink lips and pressing a soft kiss against his skin.
Without a word exchanged between them, they down their drinks, hands still entwined, and Jimin tugs Seokjin towards the dance floor. Seokjin seems to follow Jimin's lead, swaying his hips to the rhythm, appearing eager to keep up. When Jimin presses his ass against Seokjin, swirling his hips in deliciously inviting circles, Seokjin places his hands on his hips, pulling Jimin even closer.
It's not long before Jimin's ass is dancing across a huge erection that Jimin imagines is aching against the friction caught in Seokjin's tight jeans. Jimin doesn't miss the hissing sound Seokjin makes before he feels fingertips digging into his hips; he has the taller man in the palm of his hand.
Jimin's back arches as he leans his head against Seokjin's shoulder, giving him a view of his neck. Seokjin takes the invitation, leaning his face toward the soft skin and brushing moist lips against Jimin's neck. He coos softly, puffing hot air against the moist spots he's left, leaving goosebumps in his wake. Jimin grinds his hips a little harder, pressing his head against Seokjin's shoulder.
"Why don't we skip the mating dance and go someplace quieter?" Seokjin purrs into Jimin's ear. Seokjin's voice is deep, almost impossible to hear over the thrumming of the bass, but it's the only song on Jimin's mind, and he doesn't miss a beat.
Jimin smirks, spinning around and wrapping his arms around Seokjin's broad shoulders, fingers dancing through the hair at the nape of his neck. Their eyes travel to each other's lips, Seokjin watching intently as Jimin's tongue pokes out to moisten his.
"What would you like to do once we got somewhere quieter?"
Seokjin leans forward, his lips grazing along the shell of Jimin's ear, his baritone voice laced with desire, and he hums, almost moaning. "I would love to fill you til you're cross-eyed and those plush, delicious-looking lips are begging me not to stop."
Jimin wonders if the club's lighting hides the pink tint that paints his face as he feels the burning in his cheeks partnered with arousal in his pants. His eyelashes fluttering as he exhales a shaky breath, and Seokjin smirks eyes on Jimin's lips as they slightly part. Seokjin takes Jimin by the hand and leads him to the exit.
Once outside, they don't speak a word as Seokjin leads Jimin around the block and to a parked SUV, holding the passenger side door for Jimin to clamber in. Jimin buckles up as Seokjin takes the driver's seat, nervous and a little hazy, in part from the alcohol but mostly from Seokjin's promise. He absolutely wants to be filled until he's cross-eyed and begging for this devilishly handsome stranger not to stop.
Seokjin drives out of the city, and Jimin begins to question his choice of following this random man from the bar, but before his mind can get too carried away, Seokjin turns his head, glancing briefly from the road.
"I know how it looks, but I live just on the outskirts of town. Nothing too sus, I swear."
A nervous smile tugs at Jimin's lips his eyebrows slightly pinch as he takes in the trees, fields, and dark nothing that surrounds them. Seokjin turns off onto a paved path that's shrouded in darkness between trees, and Jimin's heart begins to pound in his chest, his fingers twitching over the armrest on the door.
Jimin hopes that, at the very least, Seokjin fucks him senselessly before murdering him and burying his body in the woods. As they drive into a clearing, and a large house comes into view, lit only by the vehicle's headlights, Jimin breathes a sigh of relief.
"Not too creepy, I hope," Seokjin giggles.
Jimin chuckles nervously and looks at Seokjin. "I guess if you are bringing me out here to murder me, it's at least more luxurious than I anticipated a house in the middle of nowhere would be."
Seokjin looks over at Jimin, his smile is wide and sincere. "Always important to look on the bright side," he says as he shuts off the vehicle and unbuckles his seatbelt.
Jimin unbuckles his as well, slowly exiting the car. Seokjin waits for Jimin at the bottom of the step before making his way to the front door. There's something ominous about this scenario that Jimin can't shake, but his feet continue to trudge forward, entering the door that's held open to him by the handsome stranger.
The lights flick on, and Jimin is taken aback by the décor. Dark wood floors and furniture, and moody art pieces that look like they've been taken from centuries past, stone statues and impressionist paintings; surely not the home he expected a hot, young, normal-seeming man to live in.
"I'm a bit...eccentric in my tastes," Seokjin jokes, as if noticing the confused look on Jimin's face.
"Are you sure you're not a vampire?" Jimin smiles, but it's a tense smile, eyes trying but probably failing to hide their worry.
Seokjin doesn't miss a beat, wrapping a warm arm around Jimin’s shoulder and pulling him in, as if hoping to relieve some of Jimin's anxieties. "I'm more of an eldritch horror kind of guy."
Jimin scoffs. "That's...comforting?"
They walk into the similarly dark kitchen, where Seokjin offers Jimin a drink, and Jimin accepts, leaning against a dark ceramic countertop as he looks around.
"H-how long have you lived here?" Jimin asks.
Seokjin looks up from the concoction he's shaking inside a mixing glass, one eyebrow perking up. "A while," he responds.
Cloudy white liquid is poured into two glasses, and Jimin holds it up to his nose, lychee and the botanical scent of gin filling his senses. Seokjin motions for a toast before bringing the glass to his lips, and Jimin does the same. The drink is sweet and floral, and as soon as it hits Jimin's taste buds, he feels a tingly, light sensation travel through his body, swirling around like coils of euphoria.
"This is my love potion," Seokjin grins. "It's a simple cocktail with just a hint of special ingredients to make the drinker feel...enraptured."
Enraptured ricochets through Jimin’s mind and he parts his lips slowly, his cheeks feeling warm and rosy. "What's in it?"
Jimin thinks for a moment that he can see smoky tendrils coming from Seokjin, surrounding him like a giant aura, but as he squeezes his eyes shut and pries them back open, the room is clear.
"Mostly gin and lychee syrup, with just a dash of this and that to heighten the senses." Seokjin winks. "But it's a secret recipe, I'm afraid."
The darkness in Seokjin's gaze paired with the secrecy of his cocktail should be firing off warning bells in Jimin's mind, but he's so overcome with lust and intrigue that he continues to sip, leaning on his elbows against the cold ceramic, his eyes glued to the man before him. And when Seokjin pours the rest of his drink back in one heady gulp and Jimin instinctually does the same, and blood rushes to his head, dizzying him quickly.
Seokjin rounds the counter and holds out his hand. "Are you ready for me to keep my promise, or would you like to relax for a moment?"
Jimin's mind says to relax, to get some fresh air, to gather his thoughts and reconfigure his coordination, but he takes Seokjin's hand and straightens up, smiling widely.
"I'm ready."
Jimin's voice is breathy and needy, and Seokjin wastes no time tugging him into his embrace before lifting Jimin by the thighs and wrapping his legs around his hips. A gasp leaves Jimin’s lips and drops his head into the crook of Seokjin's neck, allowing himself to be ferried off to wherever this handsome man will have him.
Seokjin effortlessly carries Jimin into his bedroom, a room just as dimly lit as the rest, gothic and medieval décor and artwork filling the room. A large four-poster canopy bed commands the space with black lace and velvet hanging down each column, tied delicately with blood-red bows.
Jimin has succumbed to the idea that this has to be a dream and that he is at every whim of Seokjin because there's absolutely no way he, or his home, could possibly be real.
Seokjin sets Jimin onto the edge of the bed, kneeling on the floor before him, watching lovingly as Jimin blinks down at him, hazy and pliant. Jimin gathers the bottom of his shirt in his hands, slowly tugging it over his toned, supple frame, bringing a smirk to Seokjin's lips.
The chain around Jimin's waist dances and shimmers in the dim room, with the intention of making him seem even more enticing. Seokjin leans forward, placing his hands on Jimin's thighs and planting soft kisses along his ribs, up to one of his nipples. Jimin gasps and leans slightly back, anchoring himself with his palms against the soft comforter.
"How do you want it?" Seokjin's lips dance across the swollen bud, his tongue drawing lazy circles over it.
"Slow," Jimin whines, "agonizingly slow. Want you to ruin me."
Jimin whines when Seokjin's lips leave his skin, the air turning his saliva cold and covering him in goosebumps once more. Seokjin sits back on his heels and makes haste with his buttons, tugging his shirt off, and smirking at the wide-eyed stare Jimin wears as he takes in Seokjin's broad, muscular body.
"You look like a god," Jimin purrs, his cock twitching against the strain of his pants. "How are you human?"
Seokjin hums, leaning forward once more. "Maybe I'm not."
Seokjin's hand presses against Jimin's chest, and he crashes against the mattress, the thick blankets cushioning and surrounding him like a dark, silky cloud. Seokjin works open the button of Jimin's pants, tugging them off of him and tossing them aside, pulling his socks off in the process. His fingers dance up the sides of Jimin's toned legs, spreading them as he sits forward, his chest level with Jimin's cock.
Jimin's arms are above his head, and he's panting from the touch, so keen and so, so fucking horny. He wraps his legs around Seokjin to pull him closer, but Seokjin slowly pushes Jimin's legs off, holding them open. Jimin feels Seokjin's warm breath between his thighs, the cloth of his briefs separating his skin from Seokjin's lips turning warm before cooling and teasing him.
"Please," Jimin whimpers, gripping onto the comforter as his body slowly writhes and trembles. "Please touch me."
~*~ Unbeknownst to Jimin, Seokjin's back bends, tingling as the flesh twists and contorts, becoming something seemingly otherworldly and dark. Tendrils of smoke billow from every pore, some solidifying into dark, slithering appendages. ~*~
Jimin's eyes remain shut; although he can feel a shift in the air around him, he's too dizzy, too entranced to investigate. The first of the appendages snakes slowly up Jimin's right leg, slithering to the peak of his thigh. Seokjin's fingers tug on the band of Jimin's briefs.
“So pretty,” Seokjin groans. “Swollen, pink, and dripping with precum. I can’t wait to taste you, sweetheart.”
Jimin whimpers, his hips rocking forward, desperate for contact, and Seokjin obliges, delicately running a single finger from the crown of his penis down the shaft, pulling small whimpers from between Jimin's lips.
"Please," Jimin whines, his voice so breathy it almost sounds caught in his throat.
Seokjin pulls Jimin's briefs off, tossing them aside. Another tendril snakes up Jimin's left leg, slow side-to-side movements along his smooth skin. It occurs to Jimin that this doesn't feel like an ordinary hand, and when he finally tilts his head forward and opens his dazed, drunken eyes, they widen with confusion laced with fear.
"What the fuck?" Jimin gasps, stuck lying in awe.
Although Jimin's eyes trace from the end of the dark, tentacle-looking objects to Seokjin, he can't fully comprehend what he's seeing, unable to connect them to the smoke to the several other tendrils curling around Seokjin's form towards him. Seokjin's kind smile beams down at Jimin, and although it appears to be meant to put him at ease, it only makes him wearier as he props himself up on his elbows.
"Don't be afraid, sweetheart," Seokjin purrs, placing both of his hands firmly on Jimin's soft thighs.
"Wh—what are you?"
Every nerve in Jimin's body is set off, begging him to move, to run, to scream, to panic, but Jimin lays stunned and in awe, the effects of the love potion continuing to swirl around inside of him and put him at drunken ease.
"What I am isn't important," Seokjin grins. "Let's just focus on how good I can make you feel."
Seokjin's tentacles, or whatever the fuck Jimin is seeing, twist and sway, protruding around his body delicately. The movements seem to hypnotize him, and Jimin relaxes his head against the bed, eyes still wide and nervous.
"G-gonna fill me up," Jimin mutters.
Seokjin hums in agreement. "Yes, sweetheart. Til you're cross-eyed and begging me not to stop."
The two appendages that lunge forward and twist around Jimin's wrists surprise him, but he only struggles for a moment, his arms locked to his sides, holding him in place. The one that dances along his left leg slithers up Jimin's chest, settling across his throat with just enough pressure to make Jimin settle back completely and mewl.
"Don't worry sweetheart, I'll take such good care of you," Seokjin purrs as he leans forward, taking Jimin's cock into his mouth.
A rush of arousal surges through Jimin and he moans loudly as Seokjin swallows him effortlessly to the base, his legs twitching as they hang over the side of the bed.
Jimin’s back bends as he tries to look down at Seokjin, but he's held in place, his thighs trembling as his cock grazes along the back of Seokjin's throat. Seokjin moans, moving his tongue around the underside of Jimin's cock in motions that mimic the swaying, slithering of his tentacles.
"F-fuck," Jimin moans, his noise cut short by the end of an appendage entering his warm, wet mouth.
Jimin panics, trying to shake his head to stop the moist, tapered end from passing between his lips, and his wide eyes watch it poke in and pull out, bringing his tongue with it. Seokjin's mouth continues to work Jimin's cock, his tongue tracing wide circles along his length, and Jimin gives in, allowing his mouth to be used.
The skin, if that's what covers this thing, is slick and soft and tastes how he'd imagine Seokjin's cock might taste; ever so slightly sweet and tangy, but otherwise like nothing, really, just skin.
The appendage gently pushes itself into Jimin's throat in a motion that mimics his cock in Seokjin's mouth, and Jimin relaxes his jaw, allowing it to do as it pleases, drool slowly dripping past the corners of his lips. Seokjin moans, and as the vibration from the sound tickles Jimin's cock, both men let out a soft, muffled gasp of ecstasy in tandem.
Seokjin's hands press Jimin's thighs apart slowly as the wet tip of a tendril teases Jimin's puckered rim. Jimin gasps, a bubble of drool forming between his lips and the appendage in his throat before his mouth falls further slack, causing the bubble to pop.
Jimin relaxes into the feeling, sinking impossibly further into the bed. The tip seems to secrete a lubricating fluid as it pushes slowly and pulls out, only to push a little further and pull out again. Seokjin releases Jimin's cock from his mouth, moaning loudly as his fingers dig into Jimin's thighs.
"So fucking tight," Seokjin whines. "How does this feel, sweetheart?"
The tendril exits Jimin's mouth, spit trailing between it and Jimin’s lips. "S-so good," he whines.
The room is full of fog, appearing to shimmer, and Jimin wonders once again what the fuck Seokjin put into his drink. As the appendage buries itself deep into Jimin's ass, both men moan loudly, the length pulling out before diving back in at an agonizingly slow pace. Tendrils wrap around all of Jimin's limbs and slowly lift him into the air, repositioning him onto the bed as he's slowly fucked, his head lolling around in pleasure as he already feels perfectly ruined.
All apprehension Jimin may have felt about this scenario has dissipated as he lays placid, surrendering to Seokjin entirely. Jimin's hips remain elevated as the rest of him is set back onto the bed, and he presses his head back into the pillows whimpering and moaning as the tendril pushes further into him, filling him more than anything has before; more than he could possibly imagine.
Seokjin removes his pants and crawls onto the bed, and Jimin looks up to find his eyes wide with pleasure as he watches the slithering limb push further into Jimin's tight hole. Seokjin sits back on his knees relaxed, and Jimin takes in the sight of him: handsome, powerful, overwhelming Seokjin whose tentacles effortlessly cradle and fuck Jimin as if he weighs nothing, as if it takes no energy at all.
A second tendril snakes around the one fucking Jimin, the tip teasing his stretched rim. Jimin's eyes widen, consonants falling incoherently from his mouth, only to be muffled by the appendage that once filled his throat snaking through his lips once more.
"So fucking pretty," Seokjin groans, licking his lips. “Angelic and tight and perfect for me."
Gurgling noises escape Jimin as the second tendril between his legs enters him, sliding along above the first. They take turns pushing and pulling, the smooth, tapered head of the second completely exiting before entering again, dragging along his prostate in lazy, unrushed movements.
Loud squelching sounds fill the room as tears blur what vision Jimin had left, his eyes rolling and fluttering shut from being so full. He whimpers, drooling and mewling around the tentacle in his mouth, on the precipice of orgasm.
Seokjin's delicate, long fingers gently grip Jimin's cock, tugging and rolling the head in his palm while two more tentacles snake up to caress Jimin's torso, rubbing his stomach, teasing his nipples, and setting every nerve on Jimin's body on fire.
"Want you to cum in my throat, okay sweetheart?" Seokjin purrs.
Jimin tries to nod, tries to speak, but wet, muffled noises are all that can be heard before Seokjin leans forward, taking Jimin's cock into his throat and sucking his cheeks in slowly. Jimin is plunged into euphoria, feeling tugged entirely from his corporeal form as supernovas explode inside of him. His cum shoots into Seokjin's throat, and Seokjin moans, swallowing everything he gives him.
Overstimulated and wholly fucked out, Jimin trembles as the tendrils continue to work his holes, sweat beading on his forehead as stars burst in front of his eyes. Jimin lays limp and open, giving no resistance to the handsome being before him, willing himself to be used until Seokjin is finished with him as he whimpers and moans through stuffed lips.
Seokjin releases Jimin's cock, which is still hard against his tummy, and Jimin opens his eyes in time to watch as Seokjin tugs at the waistband of his briefs to let his own hard, dripping cock free as he crawls one leg at a time out of the article. The tentacles aren't the only otherworldly appendages on Seokjin's body as his cock hangs heavy and huge, much longer and thicker than that of any human man Jimin has ever seen.
Slowly, the appendages pull from Jimin, one snaking out from the depths of Jimin's guts before being free. Jimin mewls and pants the entire time, spit dripping unceremoniously from his mouth, which continues to hang agape and filled. Tendrils and smoke dance around Seokjin's body, swaying and slithering in the air, as he crawls between Jimin's legs, pulling one to drape over his shoulder.
The tendril in Jimin's mouth also releases, allowing Jimin to tilt his head forward and fully gaze into Seokjin's eyes. Where ordinary human irises once were are dark, swirling pools of abyss, and Jimin knows he should be afraid, but he's utterly mesmerized and eager for more.
Seokjin leans forward, pulling Jimin into a kiss, his tongue twisting around Jimin's mouth in a familiar dance. Jimin sucks on his tongue, moaning desperately as the head of Seokjin's cock brushes against his used but needy hole, unable to comprehend yet how much more he's going to take.
"You're so perfect," Seokjin purrs against Jimin's lips. "Wanna keep you forever. Wanna fuck you til you see stars, always."
Jimin moans into Seokjin's mouth, his arms trying but failing to lift and touch Seokjin as his limbs twitch and move involuntarily as if searching for the tendrils.
"W-want you to hold me," Jimin whimpers, "miss the tentacles."
Seokjin grins, pressing his forehead against Jimin's as all of his tendrils reach forward, wrapping around Jimin's limbs and cradling his body. He's lifted slightly from the bed, and Seokjin straightens up, lining himself up to enter Jimin. His cock is much thicker than both of the tendrils that entered him were combined, and Jimin cries out from the stretch, tears falling down his cheeks.
"That's it sweetheart, just relax," Seokjin groans, "you take me so well. You're so good for me."
Jimin pants, his eyes squeeze shut, and he focuses on the gentle ebb and flow of the tentacles squeezing and releasing around his limbs. The pain mixed with pleasure cause every coherent thought to disappear from Jimin's mind.
"Do you still want me to go slowly?" Seokjin plants idle kisses along Jimin's calf, cradling the leg that stays slung around him.
Jimin shakes his head, opens his eyes to watch Seokjin as he bites his bottom lip. "F-fuck me," he pleas.
“Fuck, you should see yourself,” Seokjin groans as he pulls out slowly, staring at where their bodies meet with his mouth hanging open in a smirk. “You wouldn’t believe how deliciously debauched this looks, sweetheart.”
Seokjin pushes his hips forward, quickly filling Jimin once more, and Jimin wails, his voice high-pitched and breathy.
"S-so fucking b-big," Jimin hisses, his eyes crossing as his head lolls back against a mass of tendrils.
Seokjin pulls out and snaps his hips forward, groaning loudly as he stuffs Jimin's stretched hole. Jimin is unable to move his limbs, limply cradled by the slithering tendrils, mouth hanging open.
As Seokjin fucks Jimin, fingers gripping tightly to his hips, Jimin's head rolls and bobs, groans of pleasure pouring from him. He's never felt so positively gone before, and everything feels so intense and so good.
Grunts and gasps leave Seokjin's mouth, and glances up to watch Seokjin, whose hair sticks to his forehead from sweat. Seokjin’s pace is steady, crashing his thighs into Jimin's ass.
“You have no idea how perfect you are, sweetheart,” Seokjin groans. “Nobody has been so eager and beautiful as you. Nobody has required so little mind control to overlook my tendrils.”
“B-beautiful monstrosity,” Jimin moans as his head lols back once more. “Filling me so good.”
Seokjin’s hips stutter and he grips onto Jimin’s hips tighter. Jimin wonders if his fingers might leave a bruise.
"F-fuck, not gonna last much longer," Seokjin whines, licking his lips as his eyes fall to Jimin's hard, leaking cock bouncing against his tummy, causing the gold around his waist to jump and shimmer.
A tentacle gently snakes around Jimin's cock, squeezing and milking it. Jimin finds his voice once more as a loud, needy moan pierces through the haze around him. The tapered end of the tentacle gently enters Jimin's urethra, and he squeals, tightening around Seokjin's cock.
"G-gonna cum," Jimin whimpers, drool dripping down his jaw.
"Cum with me, sweetheart," Seokjin growls as a tendril snakes around Jimin's throat, applying just enough pressure to heighten his dizzy euphoria.
Seokjin's hips slam against Jimin once, twice, three more times before he's moaning and filling him with his hot, sticky release. Jimin mewls, the feeling of Seokjin's cum and his tendril around his cock pushing him over the edge once more. Seokjin pulls his cock out, quickly replacing it with two tentacles that plunge deep into Jimin, working in and out of him at a much faster pace than before.
With a squeal, Jimin cums on himself. His tummy, sticky and milky, bulges and shrinks from the appendages moving inside of him, pushing and pulling so deep his eyes cross once more before rolling back. Jimin trembles, sore and overwhelmed, as the tendrils slowly exit him.
He's set down against the bed, tendrils retreating as Seokjin scurries from the bed for a warm, moist towel. Jimin coos and mewls, his eyelids heavy with exhaustion as Seokjin cleans him off, then holds his arms open wide for the otherworldly man to cradle Jimin in his embrace.
"Was that a dream?" Jimin whimpers.
Seokjin chuckles, planting soft kisses along Jimin's hairline, pushing the hair from his sweat-slicked skin.
"That was not a dream, my pretty."
"Want to stay," Jimin mumbles, fading in and out of sleep. "Want to do that again."
Seokjin grins, his arms and tendrils holding Jimin tight.
"You can stay as long as you want to, sweetheart."