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Two weeks. Two incredibly long weeks. This is how much time it took for Wooyoung to rethink some of his life choices, overcome three mental breakdowns, and mourn all the thousands of won he spent on… Yeah, this.
Gulping down a sudden wave of nervousness, Wooyoung took a small, ridiculously small step forward, carefully observing the content of the shiny black box he had opened so fast he even cut his finger. There, on a soft satin cushion, lay a curved pastel-pink tentacle. It looked too fancy for Wooyoung’s taste, too girlish, but he still bought it almost without thinking, stupidly convinced that San, if they were a couple, would choose exactly this color, this length for him.
The goddamn thing was huge, thick at the base and thin at the rounded, almost white tip. The whole length of it was covered with suction cups, which looked terrifying and, at the same time, so enticing that the mere sight of the tentacle-shaped dildo made Wooyoung feel a slowly growing heaviness in his groin.
Chewing his lower lip, Wooyoung still hesitated to even touch it, stupidly scared that the thing could suddenly turn into a slimy, sex-obsessed monster, just like in those webcomics he occasionally read when he was horny and bored. Okay, fine, recently he had been reading them too often, there was no other explanation for why he had decided to buy exactly this dildo as soon as he saw it.
Finally, after a few minutes of pathetically sweating and clenching his fists, Wooyoung wrapped his trembling fingers around the middle of the tentacle and hesitantly squeezed it, testing how taut and velvety soft it was. Even to the touch, it barely resembled a real cock, but it was exactly what Wooyoung had been looking for. A perfect distraction. Something freaky enough to keep his twisted brain from fantasising about how hard San, his devastatingly handsome roommate, could fuck him if only he grew a pair.
Because with this thing in his ass there was no way he would be able to think about normal sex. Even for a second. San wasn't some kind of monster from porn comics, and his cock, tho an incredibly beautiful one, was of completely human appearance and size.
"Fucking hell, would it even fit in?" Wooyoung huffed, hesitantly caressing every curve and suction cup, as if the tentacle was actually alive and would react to his strokes, which became more and more confident. He rarely used dildos, preferring to fuck himself with his fingers and, well, real men with real cocks, and this thing hardly looked like anything that had ever been inside him. "I’m insane. Yeosang was right, it’s too much even for me."
Eagerly examining the toy, Wooyoung kept on half-heartedly convincing himself that he should’ve given up on this idea, but with each passing moment he wanted nothing more than to finally try it, to figure out what this thing was capable of. How quickly would it make him cum? Would it be able to satisfy his lust?
Ignoring the remnants of nervousness that still were fluttering in his chest, Wooyoung finally took the dildo out of the box and placed it on the floor, fixing it right in the middle of his room. Now, proudly standing like some kind of art object, the tentacle looked almost genuinely happy about its release from the cardboard prison.
Flustered, Wooyoung snickered and took the manual, finding it hilarious that such a simple thing had actual rules on how to use it. Point by point, he sincerely tried to concentrate and read it properly, but he was fighting a losing battle. His cheeks and neck were burning, covered in a pinkish blush, and every cell, every nerve in his perverted body buzzed with anticipation, begging him to stop being a coward.
Licking his suddenly dry lips, Wooyoung forced a laugh and threw the manual aside. Maybe this dildo was the biggest toy he had ever bought, but he was really, more than ever, ready to try it out.
With feigned confidence, Wooyoung filled a syringe connected by a tube to the tentacle with cum-alike lube and then hurriedly undressed, throwing clothes in all directions without even thinking about where exactly they landed.
The coolness of the room immediately licked his bare, heated skin, and Wooyoung, slowly sinking to his knees, involuntarily shrugged his shoulders.
"Okay, I… " he smirked, noticing that at this angle the tentacle seemed even bigger. “Why do I even keep talking to you? You’re just a toy. Cute, and kinky, and…"
He stopped in mid-sentence, looking at the tip of the tentacle, where a single pearly drop of lube glistened, as if the thing could actually secrete precum.
"Fuck, why does it look so hot?"
Wooyoung’s mind was still pathetically fighting to bring back at least a little bit of shame, but his body, weak and unbearably warm, had surrendered to arousal a long time ago.
Something primal boiled low in his stomach in anticipation of something frighteningly new, and he absolutely didn’t want to resist it. Wooyoung had no choice but to fully succumb to what had always been stronger than him.
“I’m gonna be fucking ruined,” he whispered, wishing those words would come true.
Running his fingers over his chest, scratching his nipples, hard from the chill in the air, Wooyoung hummed, thinking about how every bulge, every suction cup would rub against his insides, torturing all his sensitive points until he lost his mind from overstimulation. God, he wanted to feel it so much.
Panting too loudly, Wooyoung carefully moved lower, drawing small, caressing circles over his tense abs. He had barely touched himself properly, but his cock, already painfully hard, throbbed, begging for attention. And it took Wooyoung a huge amount of effort to ignore the desire to just jerk off, cumming all over the pink dildo in front of him.
So instead of that, he changed direction and moved to his ass, to his hole, stretched with a small anal plug, smooth and warm from the heat of his feverish body. The stretch was barely uncomfortable - Wooyoung had adjusted to this size a long time ago, using this exact plug too often. It always gave him the perfect feeling of fullness, but now all his preparations looked almost useless - even the middle of the tentacle was bigger than the plug, and Wooyoung whined, once again terrified of what his body was going to experience.
Twirling the base of the plug with his fingers, Wooyoung pressed on it lightly, immediately breaking into a quiet sob. The curve of the plug rubbed exactly against his prostate, sending a shockwave through every nerve in his body and making his insides melt from the strong, pleasant feeling. He knew he could cum just like that - a few more teasing movements of the plug, just right against this sweet spot - but again, instead of doing what he was used to, Wooyoung carried on torturing himself.
Taking a deep breath, he pulled the plug halfway out, feeling the beads of lube slowly flow out of his hole, leaving wet lines on the inside of his thighs, and then roughly pushed it back, making his hole convulsively clench around the base of the plug. Whimpering, Wooyoung repeated it several times until he pulled the plug out completely, and it slipped from his numb fingers and fell to the floor.
The stimulation and the following emptiness were so intense that Wooyoung had to bite his tongue just to suppress a pathetic moan. God, he needed to be full again, needed this goddamn thing to fuck him senseless until he forgot his own name. Until his soft belly was stretched with loads of fake cum.
The very thought of it sent a wave of hot, thick pleasure down his spine. Spitting a glob of saliva on the tip of the dildo, Wooyoung moved closer to the tentacle, just until its wet tip slightly touched his hole, mentally preparing for the inevitable stinging feeling of the stretch.
Slowly, too slowly for a man who wanted to cum so bad that his eyes started watering, he bottomed down and let out a raspy whine from the pleasant intrusion. Every new inch of the tentacle felt like a twisted but sweet torture. Wooyoung’s hips were shaking with tension, but he kept going until he reached the biggest point.
Shallowly breathing, he was too scared to look down and check how deep the tentacle had reached. Instead, he ran his fingers over his belly, shockingly finding the small bump of the tentacle’s tip stretching his skin.
“Oh my god," Wooyoung murmured, overwhelmed with a mix of sticky fear and excitement. Biting his puffy lips, he dully stared at the ceiling, desperately trying to get used to the burning stretch that he had never experienced before.
He knew that he should’ve given himself some time, knew that he should’ve prepared himself better, but despite the obvious discomfort, Wooyoung began to move. Сautiously at first, to finally get used to the size of the dildo, but then more and more confidently, until he found the perfect rhythm. With each new friction, the tentacle penetrated him at a completely new angle, mercilessly stimulating his prostate and Wooyoung could’ve sworn he hadn't felt so good, so full in a long time.
His measured, rhythmic movements gradually became faster, more chaotic. Heat coiled low in his stomach, his cock bobbing as his hips twitched desperately, trying to reach climax. Lost in the sensations, Wooyoung rode the tentacle, trying to reach the strongest point of stimulation, barely noticing that his moans and “ah’s” had turned into one particular name he tried so hard to forget. He could’ve thought about every possible scenario, about any person in this world and someone who didn't even exist. But even while riding a monstrous cock, all his thoughts were about San.
Flicking his tongue out, Wooyoung tasted the salt of sweat on his lips and unconsciously pressed his palms right against the spot where he could feel the tip of the tentacle bulging beneath his skin.
"S-sannie, please, deeper…" he whispered, no longer ashamed of the thoughts about his best friend. His precious Sannie. Convulsing from the euphoric waves, Wooyoung kept mumbling his name until fatigue gradually took over and all his words melted into broken moans.
His skin was covered in hot musky sweat, damp bangs clinging to his forehead, and his knees were shaking so hard he almost fell on the floor. He was close, so close, he barely found the strength to keep bouncing on the tentacle. Sobbing, he could only beg this fucking thing to move, to make him finally cum, but all it was good for was driving him crazy and stretching his sensitive hole.
All Wooyoung needed was a little more intense stimulation, and only by some miracle did he remember that this useless tentacle could give it to him. Having found the syringe, he slowly pressed the plunger and whined, feeling the first spurt of fake cum coat his insides. The lube was contrastingly cold and sticky, it rapidly filled Wooyoung, bringing him closer to the point of no return. Clenching around the tentacle's length, he finally allowed himself to wrap his fingers around his aching cock, and it took Wooyoung just a few rough strokes to reach orgasm, staining the floor and his stomach with thick ropes of white.
Almost fainting, Wooyoung fell onto the floor, slightly convulsing from the aftershocks of his orgasm. He could barely move, and he didn't even have the strength to take the dildo out of his abused ass. The smallest part of it was still inside him, and it still felt like it was cumming even though Wooyoung was convinced that it should’ve stopped already. And if he were honest with himself, he’d admit that he really wanted it to never stop.
The fullness was still there, still tangible and visible. Pursing his lips, Wooyoung put his fingers on his lower belly, on the bump that had become so big, that for a few seconds his mushy mind imagined that the tentacle had bred him for real.
Lying on the cold wooden floor, in a pool of fake cum that was flowing out of his hole, Wooyoung grinned and then laughed, genuinely laughed, totally lost in what had happened. Smiling widely, he stared into the void right behind the “surprisingly” open door, knowing that San was staring at him in return. All flushed and definitely aroused, breathing like a wild animal in heat.
Even through his own moans and the filthy, wet sounds of lube, Wooyoung had heard the front door open a long time ago. Heard San's careful steps, the creak of the old wooden floor, and then heard him gasp before falling completely silent.
And now Wooyoung could only wait for him to take a fucking step forward and stop pretending he didn’t want to take the place of the damn tentacle, to bury himself inside Wooyoung’s wet heat again and again, and fuck him until he was full of real cum. His cum.
"I hope that next time it'll be you," Wooyoung murmured and closed his eyes, giving San one last chance.
The silence in the room turned into an eternity, an agonizing wait that made Wooyoung a little anxious until he heard San’s breath. Shallow and wet, as if he was desperately trying to hold back. So far away at first and then suddenly so close, Wooyoung could not fight a smile when he felt San’s hot lips on his sweaty forehead.
Ah, maybe their "next time" was going to happen sooner than he expected.
And maybe buying this tentacle wasn’t a dubious waste of money at all.