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The bar is crowded with people Jungkook has never seen before. Besides the few people like him who live and work in the port, everyone here is stopping by on their way to somewhere else.
He keeps his head down and sips his beer. He’s not here to get drunk, or to talk to anyone, really. That evening he left work, showered off the sweat and dust from lugging cardboard boxes on and off ships all day, threw on a new outfit and headed out right after. He’d worn almost the same clothes before at this bar and it had been pretty successful—he sucked cock in the hallway to the restrooms and only scraped his knee a little bit where the jeans were artfully ripped.
If it worked once it should work again, so he’s in the same bar in the same flowing blue shirt tucked into the ripped jeans. He even dug out the same thin scarf and knotted it loosely around his neck. He remembers it getting all tangled and sweaty last time, but it looks good.
There’s a tug on the end of it. Jungkook looks up and meets the eyes of the man plucking on one of the tails of the scarf. He’s smiling. He’s handsome.
“Cute,” the man says.
Jungkook doesn’t have time to answer before the guy continues walking to an empty seat on the other side of the bar. Reflexively he fixes the way the scarf falls.
Okay, he thinks, that guy was way too hot to actually be interested and that’s okay. He’s trying to be better about his self image lately.
A few minutes later the bartender comes over and tells him that someone has just bought him a drink. Jungkook watches him make the cocktail, nothing fancy and nothing that will get him too drunk, and takes a tentative sip. The minty taste makes him wrinkle his nose, but not in a bad way. Only then does he look subtly around the bar, and there’s that guy, his chin in his hand. He catches Jungkook looking and winks.
Okay. Change of plans, Jungkook psyches himself up, You get up and go talk to him. It’s a lot easier when the men who show interest are uglier than him. Then at least he has something to fall back on.
Another glance over shows him that he has looked away though he’s still facing Jungkook’s direction, and he’s possibly even more attractive than he seemed at first. He’s wearing earrings that flash in the light as his head moves.
“Come on, Kookie,” he whispers, grabs his drink, and stands up. Halfway across the bar he realizes he has no idea how he looks, and switches the drink between his hands so he can fix his hair. His palm is wet with condensation and all he does is make his wavy bangs more unruly.
He’s hotter than you anyway, he thinks. It’s fine.
Then the guy is right in front of him. Close up Jungkook can see sweat glistening on the back of his neck.
“Hi,” he says.
The man doesn’t hear him. Jungkook clears his throat. That makes the man turn around.
“Um,” Jungkook says, “hello.”
“Hi.”
God, his voice is pretty too. Jungkook doesn’t have any leverage here. “I wanted to say thanks.” He holds up his drink.
He turns around in his seat and leans against the bar. “If you want to thank me you can tell me your name.”
Oh, Jungkook thinks, he really does want to fuck me. “Jungkook.”
His name is Seokjin and he’s wearing a suit and dangling silver earrings. Jungkook stumbles through complimenting them, which leads to Seokjin leaning over and pinching Jungkook’s earlobe between his fingers to examine his own studs.
“Cute,” he decides.
“You said that before.” Jungkook touches his earring, and awkwardly tucks a piece of his hair behind his ear.
“‘Cause you are.”
“So are you.”
Seokjin raises his eyebrows. “Just cute?”
Jungkook taps the cocktail glass against his bottom lip. “So far.”
They’ve been talking with Seokjin on a barstool and Jungkook standing next to him. Seokjin stands up, putting himself in Jungkook’s space. Seokjin is taller, by a little bit. “Want to find a place we can sit together?”
There’s a mostly empty couch along the wall. Seokjin wedges himself into the corner and pats the seat next to him. Jungkook sits closer than he has to. Their knees bump together.
“Do you know if there’s always a crowd here?”
He finished the cocktail but he’s still holding the glass. Someone else plops onto the couch and jostles him. “Uh, it’s usually pretty full, yeah. Meet some interesting people.”
“I bet.” Seokjin puts his hand on Jungkook’s thigh and plays with the rip in his jeans. His fingers brush Jungkook’s knee, over the barely-healed scab there. “You gonna put the drink down?”
The closest table is on the other side of Seokjin. Jungkook takes a breath and leans across him. He gets a good feel for the breadth of Seokjin’s shoulders and the smell of the cologne he wears, and when he drops the empty glass and sits back Seokjin’s hand curls around his inner thigh. Jungkook’s boots are flat on the floor. He inches one foot to the side, letting his legs part.
“Do you give it up a lot?” Seokjin says in Jungkook’s ear.
Jungkook can feel himself blush but he tries to ignore it. “When I want to.”
“Do you want to?”
Jungkook slides his hand over top of Seokjin’s and drags it up towards his crotch. Seokjin laughs at him but it’s more disbelieving than it is mean. He fits his hand around the curve between his legs.
“You—” Jungkook takes a deep breath and shifts on the couch. “You want me?”
“Yeah,” Seokjin says, “I want you.”
Jungkook leans forward and opens his mouth to ask if Seokjin wants to head to the back. Before he can speak Seokjin’s hands are around his waist and he pulls Jungkook sideways onto his lap.
“Oh,” Jungkook says. He grabs Seokjin’s wrist instinctively and his hand gets dragged along as Seokjin goes for his waistband, pushing his fingers underneath. “Hey.”
“Yeah?” Seokjin kisses the back of his neck.
Jungkook thinks, Fuck it. He nudges Seokjin’s hand out of the way and untucks his shirt, then undoes the button of his jeans himself.
“Right here?” Seokjin says. Jungkook feels his laugh against the back of his neck. Happily he says, “You’re a slut, huh?”
The question hits Jungkook hard. He did come out here to fuck someone he didn’t know. He’s in a stranger’s lap right now, letting him touch him. “A little.” Something settles hot in his stomach at admitting it.
“Good, ‘cause I am.” Seokjin slides his hand into Jungkook’s jeans. Jungkook curls up a little, he can’t help it when his pants are open in public, his knees just inches from the moving crowd. There’s a few girls sitting on the other side of the couch. His loose shirt covers a little, but not much, not in his skintight pants when he’s straddling Seokjin’s thigh.
Seokjin curls his fingers idly through Jungkook’s pubic hair and then reaches for his dick. Jungkook twitches at the dry touch. He’s sensitive, the hormones make him swollen and tender, and he already jerked off tonight before deciding that wasn’t enough.
“Oh, look at that,” Seokjin says, teeth against Jungkook’s neck. “You’re so big.”
Jungkook bites his lip. He knows he isn’t—he’s barely four inches hard, which he isn’t right now. He doesn’t feel bad about the size of his dick but no one’s ever called him big, though he might be bigger than most trans men. His first instinct is to tell Seokjin to shut up, but the curl of humiliation at the idea that Seokjin is mocking him keeps his tongue still.
“So how many people have seen you like this?”
“Like what?” Jungkook grits out.
Seokjin tightens his arm around Jungkook’s waist. “You a featured attraction here?”
“N-no.” Not like this. Always in the back rooms or at least the hallway, not—here. Jungkook closes his eyes so he doesn’t have to see the crowds around them. Someone must have seen the movement of Seokjin’s arm and followed to where his hand disappears under Jungkook’s clothes. The flush on his face and the noises he tries to bite back are enough of a giveaway.
“Aw, don’t be embarrassed. You’re so pretty. They’re all praising god they got to see you.”
Jungkook’s hips grind down against his hand and thigh. “People are looking?” he whispers, afraid of the answer.
“Why? D’you want them? Or me?”
Jungkook takes a breath and fights for control over his voice, which feels like it’s on the verge of trembling. “Get on with it.”
“With what?” Seokjin forces his hand further into Jungkook’s pants. The tight fabric is restrictive but he’s able to gather some wetness on his fingers and then he retreats and slips his fingers over the head of Jungkook’s dick.
“You gonna—put your dick in me or what?”
Seokjin presses hard and rubs in circles, grinding down against his pubic bone. His own hips twitch up a little in response to Jungkook’s squirming. “Here?” he sounds scandalized.
“You’re—” Jungkook gasps and grabs Seokjin’s wrist, holding him still so he can talk. “You’re the one who wanted to feel me up in the club.”
“You wanna get out of here?”
“Well, are you going to fuck me?”
Seokjin adjusts his grip and pinches Jungkook’s dick between two fingers. “Till you’re begging me to stop.”
Jungkook yanks both of their hands out of his pants, more affected by the promise than he wants to let on. A lot of people say they’re going to ruin him and then don’t. He gets shakily onto his feet. He hopes every time that he’s found the one who can follow through.
#
He follows Seokjin’s lead out of the front of the club instead of through the back. Fucking in the alley wasn’t his plan and won’t be as forgiving on his knees as tile or scratchy carpet, but he’ll deal with it. But when he turns to head in that direction, Seokjin is turning the opposite way. They both pause and look at each other.
“I’m parked like five minutes away,” Seokjin says.
“Oh.”
Seokjin takes Jungkook’s surprise as apprehension. “I promise I won’t try to kidnap you or anything.” He laughs self-deprecatingly.
“Oh— That’s fine. Um, your ship.” Now Jungkook is a little worried he’s going to try to kidnap him. He looks at Seokjin under his eyelashes as they walk. He’s broad and subtly muscular, but Jungkook could probably take him if it came down to that.
“Where are you parked?” Seokjin asks.
Jungkook shakes his head. “Work at the port.”
“I see. Do you like it?”
“It’s not a bad way to live.” Jungkook wonders if he shouldn’t have told Seokjin that, so now he knows that Jungkook lives around here. He’s not used to this much idle chat with hookups.
“But you gotta escape sometimes?”
Jungkook looks up at him sharply—that’s a sore spot, just a little—
Seokjin winks at him. It was a come-on.
“Yeah.”
Seokjin wasn’t lying about his ship being close by. He leads Jungkook one turn down the docks and then stops. From the outside the ship he stops in front of isn’t big, but it’s decent for one person. The finish is chrome and shiny and modern, and though the model isn’t new it’s well taken care of.
The cargo hold Seokjin leads him up into is empty of boxes. Seokjin presses a button until the ramp is three fourths of the way closed, only a small crack to let in air and light, and Jungkook suddenly doesn’t want to go further in. He doesn’t know yet really what Seokjin wants, and it feels inexcusably dumb to put distance between himself and the exit.
Jungkook moves up to Seokjin before he can walk away from the ramp and curls up into his side. He has to duck to rest his head on his shoulder and look up at him. “You said you were gonna fuck me.”
Seokjin looks at his lips. Jungkook sticks his tongue out to wet his bottom lip.
“Depends. How much else is on the table?” Seokjin kisses him before he can answer. The guy loves to hear himself talk. He’s a good kisser, though. He takes control easily and Jungkook follows his lead, trying to anticipate where Seokjin wants him to turn his head.
Seokjin pulls away. “Undo my pants.”
Jungkook is already reaching down and he goes for it, opening the button and unzipping the fly. He stops there, his fingertips on Seokjin’s waistband.
“Touch me, sweetheart. I want you to know what you’ve gotten into.”
Jungkook’s palm wraps around the base of Seokjin’s dick. There’s no hair at all and his skin feels weirdly smooth and slippery. Then the dick curls up and grabs him right back.
Jungkook yelps and recoils. He looks up at Seokjin and then down at the prehensile thing in his pants. Seokjin thankfully seems to find his reaction funny rather than insulting. He shimmies his pants a little bit further down his thighs so it’s more obvious. He doesn’t have any of the genitalia Jungkook was expecting: what he touched was a tentacle.
And there’s three of them. Blue on the top, and as they move they’re a lighter green-ish blue underneath, and they have suckers, and—
“What,” Jungkook says.
“If you don’t like ‘em you can go,” Seokjin says. “But I’m good with them.”
Jungkook’s first coherent thought is, He’s got one for each hole. They’re each only about six or seven inches long, though, so unless they expand a whole lot that fantasy isn’t realistic. He doesn’t really know what to say. To communicate that he’s completely on board with this, he grabs Seokjin by the shoulders and pulls him back into a kiss.
Only to lean back a moment later when curiosity gets the better of him. “You an alien?”
Seokjin laughs.
Jungkook hates getting laughed at. “That’s a no?”
“Not an alien.”
“Okay.” Jungkook feels his lips shape into a pout. It would have been cool if he was an alien. He looks back down at the girth of the tentacles to cheer himself up.
“Go on, get a closer look.”
Jungkook drops gratefully to his knees. This is familiar and comfortable, sucking dick in a half-lit cargo bay.
Except it’s a little different this time.
The tentacles sway in front of him. The middle one quests forward as if reaching for Jungkook’s face. Jungkook wraps his hand around it like he would do a dick, and the surface is smooth and dry. The suckers on the bottom stick briefly to his palm and the tip stretches out, getting skinner, and twists itself around Jungkook’s little finger. He realizes he’s completely out of his depth.
“What feels good?” he asks.
“Most things you’d think,” Seokjin says. “Use your mouth for now. I’ll get wetter.”
Jungkook tentatively opens his mouth. He wonders if the tentacle will find his mouth on its own— and it does, the tip uncurling from his finger and sliding across his tongue. It tickles. Jungkook rubs his tongue up for a harder sensation. The rest of the tentacle follows the tip, and as it does the tentacle shortens and thickens and fills up his entire mouth.
He focuses on breathing steadily. It doesn’t taste like much, not even sweat. The suckers feel weird on his tongue, little plucks of pressure. Jungkook keeps his eyes on Seokjin’s face, looking for his reaction, as he drags his tongue across the bottom of the tentacle as best he can.
Seokjin doesn’t hide that he’s enjoying looking down at Jungkook, but his expression doesn’t change in pleasure. The tentacle retracts from the back of his throat and thickens up around the base, stretching Jungkook’s lips out. Then it pulses in Jungkook’s mouth, staying all the way in as the thickness travels up and down the tentacle. The top of it presses uncomfortably against the top of his mouth, almost far enough back to make him choke.
He pulls back. Seokjin lets him but the tentacle wants to stay in his mouth, the tip getting small and hooking over his bottom lip. Jungkook shakes his head to dislodge it. There’s wetness beading up from between the suckers, and he can taste some left behind in his mouth. The texture reminds him of come but it’s translucent green and tastes musky and sharp, like licking metal. The other tentacles, he can see, are dry.
“Do you control them?” Jungkook asks.
“More or less.”
For some reason the lukewarm reassurance is comforting. Jungkook swallows the middle one again. The lubricant doesn’t have as much of a taste as come, which is a good thing because there’s a lot of it. Jungkook swallows some, and he feels more dribble from the corner of his mouth. The tip of the tentacle curls over the back of his tongue into his throat. Seokjin sighs contentedly above him, barely audible over the wet sounds Jungkook makes as he struggles to swallow and breathe.
Another tentacle curls against his cheek almost gently. The tip wiggles into the corner of his mouth, a burning stretch. Jungkook moans.
Seokjin pulls him away abruptly. “Stand up.”
Jungkook stumbles to his feet. Seokjin wraps his arms around him and puts both hands down the back of Jungkook’s pants. They’re so tight that he has to shove them down off his hips to do it, and Jungkook helps push them down to his knees and further.
Seokjin hooks one of Jungkook’s legs around his waist. “What’s okay?”
“A-anything.” Jungkook digs his fingers into Seokjin’s shoulders and adds, “Don’t—I mean, don’t hurt me.”
Seokjin laughs and his breath hits Jungkook’s face. “I won’t.” There’s a tentacle in between Jungkook’s legs—more than one, and another wraps around his thigh and helps to hold it up. Jungkook gasps, spread out and caught, pinned in place.
Suckers press against his folds, aching pressure where they catch on his skin. One slides over his dick and sucks at it. Jungkook jolts. “Oh god.”
“I know," Seokjin says soothingly, his hands cradling the small of Jungkook's back and the nape of his neck. "You’re so hot, you’re burning up, fuck." He sounds affected for the first time. The tentacles slide back and forth quickly, wet and loud and creating friction. Jungkook tries to move his hips in time but he's held too tightly.
"Relax." Seokjin pets his temple. "I'll give it to you, honey, don't worry." His voice, sweet and comforting, wraps Jungkook's mind in a haze as surely as the tentacles rocking against him. Seokjin drags his fingers through the sweat on Jungkook's cheeks and pushes them past his lips. Jungkook tastes the salt and grime and remnants of the tentacle slick before Seokjin shoves them too far, to his throat, until he chokes, and keeps them there. Jungkook chokes again and then steadies himself and breathes.
A tentacle lengthens and pushes between his thighs to his ass, putting teasing pressure around his hole. It feels almost like getting eaten out, it's so dripping wet as it plays with him, and god, the suckers—
"You said anything?" Seokjin asks.
"Nng—" Jungkook tries to nod and it chokes him. His tongue pushes futilely at Seokjin's fingers.
"Good.” The second tentacle finds his hole, where he’s so wet he’s dripping, and the tentacle is shorter and thicker. Jungkook bucks his hips down, needing it inside him, but Seokjin grips his waist in both hands and forces him to stay still.
Jungkook clenches down around emptiness, frantically swallows spit and says, "Fuck me, please, don't—"
"Don't what? You said anything." Still so sickly sweet.
"Don't tease me."
‘Tell me where you need it.”
Jungkook falters. In my ass, he thinks. Humiliation courses through him and it's good but that isn't what satisfies most people, they want to hear him say more, in their minds they want him to humiliate himself utterly. In my—
"I—I—"
Seokjin presses tentacles harder to him. The one in his ass pushes in a little past the rim and Jungkook clenches down again, desperate for more, for anything. "Are you shy, sweetheart?”
He hesitates, then nods.
Seokjin smiles. “I'm gonna fucking ruin you."
The tentacle pushes further into his ass. He’s never had something so flexible inside him, twisting as it slides in.
“Oh,” he moans, “more.”
“One for each hole?”
Jungkook blinks his eyes open at Seokjin echoing his thoughts from earlier. He’s smiling. It’s infuriating. “Stop teasing me, or—”
Seokjin thrusts into his ass a little. “Ask nicely.”
Jungkook’s fingers close weakly on the shoulders of his jacket. He wants to be full. It’s worth the humiliating shake in his voice when he says, “Please, I want more.”
“Knew you were a slut when I saw you.”
Jungkook’s mouth drops open as Seokjin fucks in. He keeps the tentacle short and thick as it enters him, forcing its way in with short pushes.
His pants still hanging on around his calves, he clings to Seokjin’s shoulders, afraid to slip backwards. Seokjin holds him without faltering, keeps him upright and impaled.
The tentacle in his ass reaches deep in him and stills. The other one curls and withdraws to tease his rim. He whines and it slams back in and stays just as deep but moves inside him, rubbing against his walls.
Jungkook’s thighs start to shake. “More.”
“More?” Seokjin sounds surprised and Jungkook winces but in the next second the tentacle unwinds from around his thigh, leaving stinging marks in the shape of the suckers, and joins the others in between his legs. “No one’s ever satisfied you, have they?”
Jungkook shakes his head. “No, no one’s— satisfied me.”
“‘Course not. No one’s me.” Seokjin laughs. “No one has three dicks.”
“T-tentacles,” Jungkook says. “Fucking te— oh my god, there, right there.”
“Oh, right here?” Seokjin keeps his tentacle pressed to that dip inside him and rubs hard. Jungkook thinks, Fuck, he’s gonna use that against me. The third tentacle presses to the front of his entrance and it’s thin when it pushes up, into him, but it hurts. The stretch burns.
“Fu-uck!”
Seokjin doesn’t stop and he doesn’t give Jungkook time to breathe. More of the tentacle fucks into him, sliding against the girth already plugging him up and torturing that perfect spot, getting thicker as it goes and Jungkook feels like he’s going to break. He pants open-mouthed.
Seokjin reaches three fingers into his mouth, into his throat. “Oh, baby, you’re mine from now on.”
Jungkook nods and gags, spit gathering at the corners of his mouth and coating Seokjin's fingers, dripping down his chin.
“You’re burning,” Seokjin gasps, then says quickly like he’s deciding right now, “Gonna put you in my bed.”
Jungkook whimpers and shakes with the effort of holding himself up now that Seokjin is only using one hand. Gravity pulls him down further onto Seokjin.
“I’ll wake up to such a pretty thing like you and I won’t—be able to help it,” he says, “I’ll fuck you awake.”
Jungkook imagines it, sleeping in someone else’s bed and letting him use his body before he even wakes up. Imagines being a prize for Seokjin to keep. He clenches down helplessly.
“Oh, you like the sound of that. Wanna wake up in my bed?” He pulls his fingers out of Jungkook's mouth.
Jungkook moans and bites his lip, embarrassed by how loud and desperate he sounds.
"Want me to put you to bed? You want me to use you?”
Jungkook feels nothing but used already, and he’s burning all over from it, he needs it. “Yes,” he moans, “Use me, take me.”
Seokjin’s hips buck up into him, rocking him up and down a few centimeters further on his tentacles. One of his hands reaches down to take Jungkook’s dick in his fingers. “I’ll take care of you, baby. Go ahead and come.”