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Yoongi breathes in, breathes out, reminds himself once again murder is still illegal and forces himself to smile.
“Yes, sir, we’ll do our best” he says to the CEO, Kwon, instead of punching him in the face like he wants to.
”Good to know I can always count on you, Yoongi” Kwon drawls out with a smug grin and claps Yoongi on the shoulder, to which Yoongi has to force himself not to wince. He makes a mental note to ask Jin if this shirt can be washed with straight bleach.
The man finally, finally leaves the studio and Yoongi instantly drops himself on his cushy leather chair, picks up a stray lollipop that was rolling around on his desk and takes his frustration out on the wrapping. Fuck. He loves his job, he really does, but ever since the former CEO retired four months ago and was replaced by this piece of complete trash, Yoongi’s previously never-ending patience is being tested every single day. This time around, Kwon is pushing the two producers, Yoongi and Namjoon, to rush their boygroup’s next comeback in less than half the time they need. If it was just a single or even a mini album, Yoongi and Namjoon could maybe handle it, but the asshole wants a full album. A full fucking album. Yoongi ain’t about to sacrifice his name and the quality of his work to appease some greasy ass motherfucker like Kwon, who knows absolutely nothing about music and only got his position through a bunch of family connections. In fact, Yoongi and Namjoon would have already run away together and into the sunset a long time ago, but neither of them want to leave their group behind to deal with the new CEO by themselves.
Yoongi drops his forehead on the desk with a little too much force and groans. His phone vibrates near his head.
[Joon] kwon just passed by my door
[Joon] his face looked more puncheable than usual
[Joon] was he grilling you again?
[Yoongi] does he ever even do anything else
[Yoongi] do you think he left early
[Joon] probably? let me poke my head out and ask jiwoo
[Joon] yep he did
[Joon] you going too?
[Yoongi] thank every single deity in the sky
[Yoongi] check the drive later ive put up a new version of track 4
[Joon] sure!
[Joon] try not to stress too much yoons
[Joon] we all know how great you are, he aint worth it
[Joon] plus the shares been dropping nonstop ever since he got in
[Joon] he def wont last the year
[Joon] so hang on bro, we got your back and the kids love you
[Yoongi] thanks. i’ll try.
[Joon] go already, you could use some str-ASS relief ;)
[Joon] ...fuck. thats it. tell your boyfriend im never talking to him again.
[Yoongi] nah, i live with him, ive heard so much worse.
Yoongi chuckles and throws a backpack strap over his shoulder, stops only to kill the AC on the way out and approaches the secretary’s desk with a mischievous smirk.
“Hey Jiwoo, think fast!” he yells and throws a lollipop at her. Jiwoo tries to catch it but fails, shrieking all along.
“You’re mean, but thanks anyway.”
“Everyone who had to deal with Kwon today deserves a lollipop” Yoongi shrugs and swirls his own lollipop around.
“You know” she grins and rests her chin on a delicate hand. “A little birdie told me you’re going to make good use of your night, so I guess you’ll be happy to know Kwon isn’t coming in tomorrow, so you don’t have to either.”
“There isn’t anything little about Namjoon” Yoongi rolls his eyes. “Thanks, though. See you on Monday, then.”
Yoongi waves and leaves the building, feeling considerably lighter as he pulls out his phone again. The already awaiting message from Seokjin isn’t much of a surprise.
[Jinnie] joon texted me!
[Jinnie] get your flat ass home already i’m waiting
[Yoongi] my ass doesnt like people who call it flat
[Jinnie] did i mention i’m waiting with food
[Yoongi] my ass asked me to tell you it loves you
[Jinnie] i know exactly what it loves me for ;)
“In the kitchen!” Seokjin calls out when he hears Yoongi close the door. Yoongi kicks his shoes off by the entrance and throws his bag on the couch to be dealt with later, quickly heading to the kitchen.
Seokjin looks over his shoulder and smiles, the iridescent black tentacles coming out from under his shirt not for a second stopping their job of stirring a couple different pots on the stove. His human arms were busy washing something at the sink, but he quickly pulls up a hand towel at the sight of Yoongi.
It’s a scene much like when Yoongi first found out about Seokjin’s tentacles; Seokjin had broken an arm in a work accident - in fact, he tripped on his costume and fell off the runway in the middle of a fashion show, but work accident sounds better - and Yoongi went home early from work in case he needed help. Instead, Seokjin was cooking dinner like nothing was wrong, except the things handling the pan weren’t his arms, his human arms. Seokjin threw the pan away in surprise and pulled his tentacles back into his body with such haste he ripped his shirt. He got all over himself trying to explain, babbling something about an old family curse and please you weren’t supposed to see this I’m so sorry. Only calmed down a little when Yoongi flicked him in the forehead – the disrespect – and told him it was okay, they could just talk, everything will be okay.
“Hey, gorgeous” Yoongi hugs Seokjin’s waist from behind and hooks his chin on a shoulder, careful not to disturb the tentacles’ work. “This smells amazing, thank you so much.”
“You’re standing on your tiptoes, aren’t you?” Seokjin snorts.
“No.” Yoongi is.
“What do we have here, huh, a liar with his pants on fire.” Seokjin says with a smirk and turns around in Yoongi’s arms, leans back on the counter with his arms crossed. One tentacle worms its way over to flick a stray hair off Yoongi’s forehead.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about” Yoongi says flatly as he rests his head on Seokjin’s chest. The position highlights their height difference and makes it very clear Yoongi was, indeed, standing on his tiptoes. In another context, Seokjin would point it out just to be a little shit, but today he just hugs Yoongi’s shoulders and noses at his temple.
“Do you want to tell me what happened?”
“Didn’t Namjoon tell you?”
“Just that your boss was being an asshole again, but you seem more upset than usual” Seokjin shrugs. The tentacles stop their work, some turn off the stove, some put the lids on the pots. It always amazes Yoongi how Seokjin can multitask with them so easily; if he didn’t know better, he’d say the things have a mind of their own. Right on cue, the same one from before comes over again, starts kneading on Yoongi’s back like a cat.
“Nothing new, really. Just- oh-” Yoongi cuts himself off with a groan when the tentacle finds a more persistent knot. It seems to take it as a challenge and presses on it with more force, and Yoongi loses his train of thought for a second. “R-really getting tired of his shit.”
“Well, since you already told me many times you’re not gonna quit...” Seokjin muses and adds one more tentacle to the massage.
“I don’t want t-to.” Man, this is good. “Namjoon says the board doesn’t like him either. I can handle it until they kick him out.”
“I think that’s a really dumb idea coming from acclaimed genius Agust D, but we’ve had this talk multiple times already and you're not changing your mind any time soon. In that case...” Seokjin says very matter-of-factly, but the tentacles press harder, ripping a weak whine from Yoongi. He looks up to see Seokjin smirking with a glint in his eye, that one that always instantly makes Yoongi’s mouth water. Fucking Pavlovian response is what it is, but Yoongi doesn’t feel very inclined to complain about it considering what comes after. “If you’re not very hungry, what do you say to leaving the food for later and letting me help you in a way you’ll like, hmm?”
The tentacles around Yoongi are getting agitated again, betraying Seokjin’s anticipation. Yoongi would be lying if he said the enthusiastic massage hadn’t already left him half hard, what with the pent-up stress leaving him too sensitive to the slightest touch from Seokjin. He groans a yes into Seokjin’s shirt and immediately Seokjin’s hands grasp his jaw, tilt his chin up for Seokjin’s lips to claim his. Yoongi kisses back hungrily, always going zero to one hundred in point five seconds whenever his beautiful boyfriend is involved, but Seokjin never gives in easily. He likes to make Yoongi work for it at least some, so he kisses Yoongi slowly, sensually, barely even poking his tongue into Yoongi’s mouth even as Yoongi groans and bites Seokjin’s bottom lip in impatience. But Yoongi knows his pushing had at least some effect, as a tentacle slithers up underneath his shirt, leaving a warm trail on its way that stuck to the fabric. Seokjin keeps his tentacles dry around the house, but arousal always makes him lose control over the slick.
“Fuck” Seokjin groans and pulls the tentacles back, except for the one making wet sounds under Yoongi’s shirt. “Bed?”
“Hell yes.”
Yoongi pulls off his shirt before it can get even wetter and throws it on the floor, earning himself a half-hearted tsk from Seokjin. He fists his hands on Seokjin’s sweater and paces backwards, blindly pulling him along towards the hallway and vaguely trusting Seokjin not to let them walk into anything. They only hit the doorway twice, so Yoongi considers it enough of a success.
Seokjin drops his hands down to Yoongi’s thighs, doesn’t miss the chance to give his ass a hearty squeeze on the way, and heaves Yoongi up to throw him on the mattress, making him bounce a bit. Yoongi bites his lip and his legs instinctively fall open, the clear bulge in his pants on full display; Seokjin has always been deceptively strong and these random displays of power turn Yoongi on like little else. The manhandling, too. Not that he will ever admit it to anyone other than Seokjin, of course.
“Come here” he pouts and makes grabby hands towards his boyfriend. Seokjin laughs and pulls his sweater off in a single swift movement, tentacles already out. The garment, drenched in slick, lands somewhere on the floor with a plop. Seokjin crawls over Yoongi’s body on all fours, dwarfing him easily and Yoongi pulls his neck down to nose under his ear. Seokjin smells so, so good.
“How do you wanna do it?” Seokjin asks and lowers a pair of tentacles to caress along Yoongi’s ribs. Yoongi just sighs into Seokjin’s hair, arching into the touch, which earns him a pinch. “Words, Yoongi, use them.”
“Don’t wanna think” Yoongi grumbles. “Do whatever you want, Jinnie”
“Oh yeah?” Seokjin smirks. He pulls Yoongi’s arms away from his neck so he can push them above his head with a tentacle, grip soft for now but with the promise of so much more. Yoongi sighs again in contentment; the already impressive strength of Seokjin’s arms don’t hold a candle to the tentacles. “You sure, baby?”
Yoongi forces himself to focus his gaze on Seokjin to show he isn’t yet drunk on arousal, and nods once.
“Okay. Remember the words?”
“Green, yellow, red.”
“And right now?”
“Green, Jin, one hundred percent green” Yoongi complains and pulls against Seokjin’s tentacle a little, just for show. Seokjin’s grip on his wrists intensify, just shy of cutting off the circulation, which shows how familiar he is with Yoongi’s body and limits. Yoongi’s dick gives a strong twitch in his pants.
“Tsk, impatient, now aren’t we” Seokjin tuts and lowers his head to bite softly at Yoongi’s earlobe. “Don’t worry, Jinnie’s gonna take good care of you. Don’t I always, hmm?”
“Yeah, you do” Yoongi breathes out, shivering a little.
“Exactly.”
Without further ado, Seokjin pulls off Yoongi’s jeans without popping the button first, just to hear him whine at the pressure on his swollen cock.
“Asshole” Yoongi mutters without any real bite.
“Yeah, see, I’m still kinda mad at you for insisting in staying at that job even though it’s hurting you, and I woke up feeling petty today.” Seokjin chirps and goes to fondle Yoongi’s balls through his underwear.
“You always wake up feeling petty, love” Yoongi rolls his eyes and spreads his legs more, chasing Seokjin’s hand.
In return, Seokjin pushes on his balls with just enough force, making Yoongi yelp in surprise.
“You were saying, love?”
“Uhhhh..that you’re the best boyfriend and I love you forever?”
“Thought so.” Seokjin gives him one of those blinding model smiles and kisses him again. Two thick tentacles press down on Yoongi’s inner thighs, warm and wet, holding him nice and spread for another even wetter tentacle to curl around his cock over the underwear. It dribbles more and more slick as it wiggles around, molding the fabric perfectly around Yoongi’s erection. Yoongi groans at the friction, tries to buck his hips up into the pressure but the tentacles on his thighs keep him pinned to the mattress, unable to move until Seokjin allows.
With anyone else, Yoongi wouldn’t be caught dead submitting himself like this. With Seokjin, however...
“Off, off” Yoongi pants and toes at the fabric of Seokjin’s sweatpants as much as he can. “Wanna see you.” Seokjin complies, retreating a little to pull his sweats down. Even with the tentacles in place around his wrists, thighs and cock, Yoongi still whines at the loss of contact.
“Shh, I’m here” Seokjin coos and gets rid of his underwear as well. He’s such a sight, Yoongi thinks and maybe drools a little; flawless features, muscles glossy with sweat and slick, long thick cock that just belongs inside someone’s mouth. Yoongi’s own mouth waters and he can’t help but blurt out just that-
“Fuck, I wanna suck you off.”
“Oh?” Seokjin leans back on his hands, arches his body to put on a show for Yoongi. His cock stands up red and proud, a little bead of precome glistening at the top. He’s taunting him, Yoongi knows, and the grip of the tentacle around his wrists has no give to it. “Didn’t you tell me to do whatever I wanted, baby?”
“Come on” Yoongi squirms and has to bite back a gasp when his cock gets pushed up into the tentacle fondling him. “You know I give the- ah- the best blowjobs, Jinnie-”
“Hmm, I know” he pretends to think about it, expression mock conflicted. He removes his tentacle from Yoongi’s crotch to a long dissatisfied groan from the younger man, wraps it around his own dick and gives it a lazy pump once, twice, a good dose of clear slick mixing with the precome and smoothing the slide and oh god how Yoongi wants it. “How about you ask me nicely?”
“Please? Pretty please, with a fucking cherry on top?” Yoongi lips feel dry all of a sudden so he licks them without secondary intentions, but is still aware of how Seokjin's gaze intently follows his tongue.
“Please what, Yoongi?” Seokjin’s eyes glint, the flush on his face and the hardness of his cock the only signs of broken composure. The tentacle pumps his dick faster, sounding like absolute torture to Yoongi’s ears, only because it isn’t his mouth instead.
“Please let me suck your cock” he answers loudly, shame officially out the window if there was any left. He squirms harder, to try and get the tentacles holding him spread to slip closer to where he wants them the most. “Please shove it down my throat, fucking choke me with it and- ah- please.”
“Good boy” Seokjin coos and rewards Yoongi with a chaste peck on the lips. Yoongi tries to follow his mouth when he pulls back, but the hold around his wrists stays put. Seokjin lets go of his own cock with a theatrical little moan that shoots straight to Yoongi’s own dick, and crawls forward over his body until Seokjin sits straddling his chest, cock hanging only an inch from Yoongi’s mouth. He slips one of the fattest tentacles under Yoongi’s head, pillows it to lessen the strain on the younger’s neck. It’s probably leaking all over his hair but Yoongi’s thankful for the support nonetheless. “Good?”
“Never better” he says in a low voice and immediately latches onto the head of Seokjin’s cock, gives it a long, harsh suck, to which Seokjin moans, tentacles twitching.
Sucking cock has to be one of Yoongi’s favorite things in life, no doubt, and sucking Seokjin’s cock is even better. The musky taste of precome mixed with the kind of sweet slick from the tentacle makes him feel a little lightheaded, along with the familiar weight on his tongue, filling up his mouth and making it hard to breathe. Yoongi lets the cock slip further inside his mouth, dragging over his tongue until the head pokes back of his throat. Seokjin makes a high pitched sound and instinctively buckles his hips forward, shoving his cock down Yoongi’s throat. Yoongi would’ve been choking and gagging had he still had a gag reflex, but at this point, it takes no more than a hiccup for him to swallow it down like a damn pro.
“Yoongi- ah- ” Seokjin moans softly and pulls back, at the same time slithering a quivering tentacle into Yoongi’s soaked underwear.
“ Fuck-” Yoongi barely has time to cuss at his neglected cock finally getting some direct attention before Seokjin thrusts forward again. He moans in the back of his throat, the vibrations traveling through Seokjin’s cock as Yoongi tries his best to suck on it, coordination faltering with the tentacle’s ministrations on his crotch.
“You’re so good, Yoongi, you know that” Seokjin says, sounding out of breath already. He curls the tentacle under Yoongi’s head into his hair like a fist, so he’d have enough of a grip to properly fuck Yoongi’s mouth the way he knows he likes.
The younger only makes a noncommittal sound that Seokjin isn’t sure was an answer, but he’s not going to nitpick. He lets out a long moan instead, relishing Yoongi’s talented tongue even as he keeps on thrusting. Seokjin picks up the pace with the tentacle on Yoongi’s cock, a reward of sorts, and the vibrations from Yoongi’s muffled groans around his own cock act as instant feedback.
The tentacles’ grip on Yoongi’s thighs have let up a little as Seokjin got distracted, so he buck up into the third tentacle. The motion makes Seokjin bounce slightly on his chest, which in turn drives Seokjin’s cock even further down and Yoongi is so close-
But of course, Seokjin ain’t about to stop playing so early, now is he?
He yanks Yoongi’s head away from his cock by the hair, dripping a mess of precome, spit and slick and tightens the tentacle on Yoongi’s cock into a vice grip that pushes him into a dry orgasm. Yoongi can’t help but cry out with his suddenly unobstructed throat and glares at Seokjin, albeit weakly.
It takes a moment for Seokjin himself to gather enough of his bearings to stop panting, thighs quivering from the exertion where they bracket Yoongi’s chest, but he giggles all the same.
“Tired already, Yoongi?”
“Fuck you” Yoongi mumbles and drops his head back. Seokjin laughs again and kisses him, carelessly spreading the mess all over their faces.
“The other way around, usually.”
Seokjin lets himself drink in the sight of Yoongi under him for a second. His upper chest is growing red from the friction, milky white skin always so easy to mark. His lips are plump and swollen and glazed with fluids, but Yoongi doesn’t seem to mind, bloodshot eyes surprisingly alert and piercing into Seokjin’s, not in defiance exactly but rather daring him to keep going.
“Color?”
“Green, baby, of course” Yoongi rasps, voice hoarse and fucked out even as he fucks up into the tentacle’s grip with an aborted little movement.
“Awesome” Seokjin smiles and slides off, moves to settle himself between Yoongi's legs.
He dips down for a kiss that starts out chaste, but it quickly turns heated as it’s wont to do. With the tentacle gone, they’re able to rub their cocks together freely and Seokjin takes advantage of that, rips a gasp from Yoongi and makes him wrap his legs around Seokjin’s waist, trying to chase the friction as well as he can with his wrists still restrained.
“Fuck, let me just-” Seokjin scrambles off to get further down Yoongi’s body.
It’s funny, actually, Yoongi thinks with the half brain cell that isn’t yet consumed by arousal, how Seokjin always tries to act so mighty and nonplussed when taking charge but can’t hide how affected he gets, not really. Yoongi tries to catch his breath to say exactly that but Seokjin doesn’t give him the time, spreads Yoongi’s cheeks apart and simply shoves his face there.
“Jiiiin- ”
“You like that?” Seokjin presses one more kiss to Yoongi’s hole.
“Less talking, ah, more rimming.”
“Brat.” Seokjin chides and lands an open-handed smack on the side of Yoongi’s thigh, making him arch off the bed. “You asked for this, honey, so behave.” Another smack.
Yoongi bites his lip to keep his mouth shut, which seems to satisfy Seokjin for now. He presses the flat of his tongue against the hole and licks up to Yoongi’s balls, collects the slick and precome that have gathered there and then dives back down to push the slick inside with his tongue. Yoongi sighs, teeth still sunk into his bottom lip until a tentacle wiggles over to poke his cheek. It’s Seokjin’s thickest tentacle, thicker than a cock. It’s got a bulbous head unlike the others’ sleek tips and Yoongi gladly welcomes it into his mouth, sucks on it like a lifeline while it swirls around his tongue. The thing’s girth gets Yoongi’s mouth stretched wide and it’s spitting so much slick it slips out the corners of his mouth and down his chin. Yoongi probably looks like a hot mess but it doesn’t matter, not when Seokjin is shoving his tongue in and out Yoongi’s hole like a man starving.
At some point, one thin tentacle presses alongside Seokjin’s tongue, pushing only the tip inside and Yoongi tries to moan, but the thick tentacle in his mouth muffles it to a sigh. Seokjin’s looking at him to gauge his reaction, and the image of the man between Yoongi’s spread legs edges on too much. Yoongi can only nod frantically, the tentacle now prodding the walls of his throat.
It’s enough reassurance for Seokjin, who now lets the other tentacle penetrate Yoongi fully, still lapping up the slick oozing out around the rim; it’s one of the many perks of the extra limbs, never needing artificial lube. The tentacle isn’t much thicker than a finger but Yoongi still squirms, trying to fuck back on it and earning one more slap on the thigh for his efforts.
“Careful there, don’t hurt yourself” Seokjin says and speeds up his pace. He purposefully misses Yoongi’s prostate though, not ready to stop tormenting him yet. He latches onto the soft skin of Yoongi’s inner thigh, right at the junction of leg and groin and sucks on it, worries the flesh between his teeth until he’s sure it’ll bloom red and purple. “So beautiful, baby. Bite the tentacle if you want me to stop, okay?”
Unable to answer, Yoongi nods to show he understood and Seokjin pulls the tentacle out of his ass. Yoongi can only whine in the back of his throat until it’s replaced for another one, thicker, maybe the same width as three fingers. Now he can properly feel the stretch and it feels so good. Seokjin keeps on ignoring his prostate, though, and Yoongi’s starting to get a little desperate.
“Shh, shh.” Seokjin caresses Yoongi’s stomach to soothe the muffled cries. He thrusts the tentacle upwards, pressing down on Yoongi’s lower belly at the same time and Yoongi’s pretty sure those are stars he sees.
It’s not long until Seokjin deems him properly prepared and pulls the big tentacle out of his mouth, drenched in spit and dribbling hot slick all over. Yoongi breathes in large lungfuls of air, his throat raw and sore.
“Okay?” Yoongi nods. “Do you want more?” Yoongi nods again with more energy and gets another slap to his thigh. “Yoongi, words.”
“Please” he rasps out with some difficulty. “Fuck me.”
“Always at your disposal, baby” Seokjin presses a soothing kiss to the tip of Yoongi’s angry red cock and lets it slip past his lips at the same time that the tentacle’s thick head starts pushing inside. Yoongi cries out, the fleeting pain of the stretch mixed with pleasure and fists his hands into the bunched up sheets above his head.
“So g-good- please-”
“You’re more sensitive than usual today, I like that.”
“Y-yeah because you’re- ah- an asshole-”
One more smack.
“You shouldn’t call me an asshole when I have your cock right here, you know.” Seokjin warns.
He then takes Yoongi’s dick back in his mouth and lets his teeth run along it, a cruel threat considering how overly sensitive Yoongi is after coming dry. Yoongi yells and reflexively tries to jerk away, which only spears him back harder onto the tentacle and rips another cry out of him.
The tentacle begins pistoning into Yoongi, ramming into his prostate every time now. The loud squelch of the excess slick being pushed out rivals the volume of Yoongi’s cries and still Seokjin doesn’t let up, sucking and slurping around Yoongi’s cock without mercy.
“J-Jinnie- gonna c-come-”
“Come for me, baby” Seokjin whispers into his skin.
Yoongi’s so close, he can almost fucking taste it and-
Seokjin fists the base of his cock at the exact time, cutting off the ejaculation and giving him yet another dry orgasm.
“Fuck! ” Yoongi screams in painful pleasure, vision blurry as the thick tentacle fucks him through it, harsh.
Seokjin chuckles, the absolute motherfucker-
“I fucking hate you” he complains, left completely boneless on the bed. His cock is full on throbbing, erection edging on just painful now. It twitches in time with the tentacle’s thrusts and he maybe wants to cry a little.
“Oh, should I stop, then?” Seokjin makes to pull the tentacle back and Yoongi nearly dislocates his shoulders in his haste to stop him.
“Don’t you f-fucking dare-”
“Shh, it’s okay, I won’t.”
The tentacle slows down to languid fucking, soft and wet, to allow Yoongi to catch his breath a little after the orgasm. Yoongi’s body is entirely covered in slick at this point; the blanket around his hands has already turned dark and soaked and Yoongi can probably slide his wrists out of the tentacle’s very slippery grip if he tries, but he doesn’t want to. It's nice to stay like this, held at both ends by powerful tentacles, with Seokjin warm and hard atop him as they kiss. The tentacle in his ass keeps on hitting his prostate and Seokjin muffles Yoongi’s whines with soothing kisses, caresses his sides and thighs, leaving even more of a sticky mess all over.
Soon Yoongi feels he's good to go again, under Seokjin’s attention. His cock is still too sensitive and every throb stings but he doesn’t care anymore, he just wants to fucking come.
“Wanna go again?” Seokjin whispers into the juncture of Yoongi’s neck and shoulder among bites and harsh kisses that will soon turn into mottled bruises. Yoongi humps Seokjin’s lower stomach with only enough care not to dislodge the tentacle inside him, leaving a trail of precome along the way.
“I want your cock” Yoongi breathes out and feels Seokjin’s dick twitch against his hipbone.
“Anything you want” Seokjin kisses him one more time and tries to pull the tentacle out, but Yoongi clenches around it with all his strength.
“No” Yoongi shakes his head at Seokjin’s raised eyebrow and pulls himself further down the bed, forcing the tentacle back inside. “Both- I want both in me.”
Seokjin’s eyes go wide.
“Yoongi, are you sure? Let me at least put in a smaller tentacle-”
“No!” Yoongi squirms and holds onto Seokjin’s hips with his knees. “This one. Give me your cock already, come on-”
“Honey” Seokjin frowns. “Are you sure you can take it?”
“Y-yes, I’m sure.”
Seokjin’s conflict shows on his face, torn between giving his lover what he wants and not ripping him apart. Rationally, he knows he wouldn’t really hurt Yoongi, with all the slick and two orgasms leaving him loose and relaxed, but it would still hurt, Seokjin knows from experience.
Yoongi eventually wins him over with his little sounds of dissatisfaction as soon as the tentacle stops moving.
“Fine, but you have to promise me you won’t push yourself too far.” Seokjin concedes. Yoongi scoffs and earns himself a spank. “I’m serious, I’m not doing it until you promise.”
“Fine, fine.”
“Say it, Yoongi.”
“I promise.” Yoongi tries to shimmy his hips onto the tentacle again. Seokjin rolls his eyes and lets himself thrust into his needy boyfriend. “Now can you please shove your fat cock and your fat tentacle in me? I’m growing grey hairs here.”
Another spank. Yoongi just sticks out his tongue and Seokjin accepts it’s a lost battle.
“Then let me get you in a better position, hmm?”
Yoongi nods but can’t help but wince when the tentacles pull away from his ass and arms. While Seokjin moves over to fluff up a thick pillow against the head of the bed, Yoongi rubs his hands together to get the blood flowing again. His wrists are marked with thick bands of red and he catches himself wishing they’ll bruise.
“C’mere, honey.”
Seokjin comes back and scoops Yoongi up, bridal style, seemingly without effort, although he’s using a couple tentacles to help, which probably counts as cheating. But Yoongi is happy enough to just be carried, unsure if his legs can even bear his weight. Seokjin half sits, half lays him down against the pillow and waits for him to get comfortable before hooking Yoongi’s legs up on his own shoulders. The position leaves Yoongi’s ass hanging fully exposed and open, clenching on nothing as a dribble of slick drips down from it.
“This is so hot” Seokjin says, collects the clear trail with a finger and fucks it back inside Yoongi’s hole. “You look so good like this, so full of my slick it dribbles right out.”
“Gonna look better when you stuff me up, baby” Yoongi retorts, patting around the bed for Seokjin’s thickest tentacle.
“Fuck.”
Yoongi finally finds the tentacle and sticks it in his ass without preamble, moaning lowly at first and getting louder as it thrusts and out. Seokjin drops his hand to Yoongi’s cock and pumps it, coaxing more droplets of precome out of the tip.
The first finger goes in without Yoongi barely noticing, lost in the bliss of the double stimulation. He feels the tentacle shoot more slick inside him and moans, watching Seokjin’s hand get showered in it. But the stretch of the second one stings and Yoongi can’t help but frown, which Seokjin visibly notices as he jerks Yoongi’s cock off harder for a distraction. It’s enough to take his mind off of it, at least, and the nonstop stream of slick makes the slide easy enough when Seokjin begins moving the fingers in time with the tentacle’s thrusts.
Seokjin bows down and takes his mouth in a passionate kiss, full of tongue and teeth and Yoongi’s small sounds of pleasure before pushing in the third finger and oh fuck it hurts. Unlike the quick sting of before, this one actually stretches his hole far past what anything Yoongi has ever taken. Yoongi closes his eyes tightly but a single tear still manages to slip past and he deeply hopes Seokjin won't notice, but of damn course he does and immediately stops moving. Yoongi groans, but his frustration probably gets across as pain.
“Oh my god, Yoongi” the hand on his cock flies to his face to try and wipe the tear away. Instead, it just makes a mess. “We should stop, this is too much-”
“No ” Yoongi says sharply and grabs Seokjin’s wrist, to keep the fingers inside. “I’m peachy, keep going.”
“Yoongi- ”
“Yes it fucking hurts, taking it up the ass for the first time hurt too, I’m not used to it is all” Yoongi snaps and instantly regrets it. He knows he’s being reckless and knows Seokjin is just trying to take care of him. So he takes Seokjin’s face in his hands, thumbs caressing his jaw as he presses their foreheads together. “M’sorry.”
“I don’t wanna hurt you” Seokjin says in a small voice. “I know you want it, but-”
“Shh” it’s Yoongi’s turn to shush Seokjin. “I promised you I wouldn’t push myself, didn’t I?”
Seokjin nods.
“I’ll tell you if it really is too much, baby. I really want this and I know I can take it. Please?”
“With a cherry on top?” Seokjin smiles a little.
“Yes, a fucking cherry on top. Preferably you on top. Of me. Also fucking.”
“Onto that” Seokjin lets himself giggle. He’s still worried, but he trusts Yoongi with his life, he can trust him in this too.
“So” Yoongi sinks back on the pillow, eyes hungry and trained on Seokjin. “I love you and this is nice, but can we…?” He wiggles his hips.
“Fine, you fucking nympho” Seokjin laughs and starts thrusting again, both with his fingers and tentacle, slow at first and building up speed. Yoongi’s hands drop to his shoulders and grip hard to distract himself from the initial pain, so Seokjin leans in for a kiss.
True to Yoongi’s words, after a couple minutes of making out, the hands on Seokjin’s shoulders have moved to claw up his back and Yoongi is panting into Seokjin’s mouth, fucking back on the fingers and tentacle earnestly, even if still frowning at times.
“I’m ready” Yoongi speaks into Seokjin’s ear, causing him a full body shiver. “Gimme your pretty cock, pretty boy.”
“Hell yes I’m pretty.”
“So fuck me prettily then.”
“As you wish, honey.”
Seokjin replaces his hand on Yoongi’s cock with a thinner tentacle, so he can use both hands to position Yoongi’s hips. The thick tentacle slows down to stillness for Seokjin to slowly press the head of his cock above it and Yoongi cries out through gritted teeth, short nails digging into Seokjin’s back. It fucking hurts, dear god, it feels like he's getting ripped in two and his cock would be going soft if it weren’t for the two dry orgasms, even with the tentacle jerking him off. But at the same time Yoongi feels fuller than ever and the girth of the tentacle presses Seokjin’s cock all over Yoongi’s prostate once he bottoms out and suddenly the pain isn’t so bad.
“Fuuuuuuck-”
“You good?” Seokjin pants, arms trembling at each side of Yoongi with the effort of keeping himself still. The presence of the tentacle makes Yoongi even tighter, and even though it’s clear he’s in pain, his hole still clenches and pulls on Seokjin’s cock, hungry for something deeper, harder, more .
“Perfect” Yoongi nearly purrs the word. He rolls his hips, winces, tries again.
“We should wait a little more.”
“Nope. Want it, now, want you.”
“Ugh, fine” Seokjin grunts and pulls back slowly until only the head of his cock is in Yoongi, then pushes back inside with a drawn out movement that makes Yoongi want to scream.
“Ah- faster-”
“Yoongi- hah- it’s gonna hurt-”
“Then fuck me so good I won’t even think about the pain, Jinnie” Yoongi rolls his hips back once more and then, like that, Seokjin's gone.
He keeps the tentacle still for now but gives in to Yoongi’s demand and picks up some speed, the slide easy even with Yoongi’s hole so tightly packed. Yoongi calls out his name, half in pain but the pleasure behind it clear as day, if not from his tone then from the way he’s nearly hanging off Seokjin’s neck, presenting his ass for the taking.
It’s so tight Seokjin’s cock head drags over Yoongi’s prostate on every thrust and it doesn’t take long for Yoongi to be moaning openly, pain gone other than the sporadic sting he can ignore. Seokjin is moaning as well, the both of them loud and shameless, Yoongi stuffed beyond imagination and Seokjin fucking into the best tightness of his life. The tentacle twitches alongside his dick and Yoongi cries out.
“Both, move b-both- Jinnie-”
Seokjin complies and begins thrusting with the tentacle as well, fucking it in whenever he pulls his dick back and Yoongi is soon reduced to a screaming mess, hoarsely blabbering gibberish interspersed with Seokjin’s name. A droplet of sweat drips from Seokjin’s drenched bangs on the corner of Yoongi’s mouth; Yoongi doesn’t even think, licks it up and goes right back to his nonsensical spiel. He got really fucking loud every time and Seokjin loves it.
“Fuck- ah- Yoongi-”
“Faster- harder-”
Another wet tentacle wraps itself around Yoongi’s tortured cock and he can only barely push through the haze of pleasure to complain.
“Don’t you fucking dare Seokjin-”
“Shh, shh” Seokjin tries to kiss Yoongi but only manages to awkwardly bump noses instead. “I’m not- ah- I’ll let you come, baby, don’t worry.”
“G-good, asshole” the retort is so breathy and punctuated with moans it has no bite left to it. Yoongi’s thighs burn with the strain of keeping them up and spread and he vaguely figures Seokjin’s might be too, but he still holds on tighter.
Seokjin doesn’t have enough coordination left to keep the tandem up so he switches to moving his cock and tentacle together, every thrust poking up Yoongi’s lower stomach and Seokjin nearly comes on the spot at the sight.
“Fuck, Yoongi, look at that, look at you-”
Yoongi is full on crying tears of pleasure up, but he manages to peer down at his belly moving up and down like something out of badly drawn porn, except very real.
“F-fuck- Jin I- I’m gonna come-”
“Come- ah- come for me baby-”
Seokjin presses an open hand at the spot where the tentacle poked up and Yoongi is gone, coming all over himself with a scream and nearly choking Seokjin with his legs.
Yoongi’s hole clenching like a vice as he came is what pushes Seokjin over the edge, unloading his come in Yoongi’s slick filled inside as he stutters out the last few thrusts. The tentacle squirms and shoots jet after jet of slick all the while into Yoongi’s hole that was stuffed so full it couldn’t even ooze it out, so his lower stomach inflates slightly, enough for Seokjin’s spent cock to give a hearty twitch. Yoongi moans weakly, too tired to even keep his legs up on Seokjin’s shoulders any longer.
“I may or may not have found a new kink” Seokjin announces once he's pulled both cock and tentacle out, allowing the slick and come to pour on the bed. A beautiful sight.
“Way ahead of you” Yoongi mumbles, voice broken. He presses down on his stomach, pushing out even more slick out of his ass and fuck.
Seokjin falls back on the bed, panting like he’s just run a marathon. He pokes Yoongi’s side with a tentacle until he rolls closer, groaning as he does so.
“Fuck, this was good” he sighs into Seokjin’s chest. Even though Seokjin is the tentacle monster, Yoongi is the uncontested winner when it comes to octopus-ing after sex. Both of them are a complete mess of sweat, tentacle slick and come, the whole bedding already got soaked through (Seokjin inwardly thanks himself for buying waterproof covers and leaving one between the mattress and the bedding at all times), but no grossness in the world could ever stand between the mighty Min Yoongi and his post-sex cuddles.
“Is all your stress fucked out now?” Seokjin asks with a grin.
“Definitely, and then some.” Yoongi answers and squirms weakly, getting more comfortable over Seokjin’s side. He’s going to fall asleep soon if Seokjin lets him.
“We should clean up and finish dinner. I can run a bath-”
“No. Cuddle now. Bath later.” Yoongi settles with his eyes closed and hugs Seokjin tighter, making him laugh. Well, maybe he could indulge him a little.
“Okay, okay, grumpy pants. I love you.”
“Love you too, Jinnie.”