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Seungcheol woke up with a start, chest heavy with panic and a scream building in his throat, but no sound came out.
Something wet, slimy, and thick was in his mouth, pushing in deep.
“Oh, hello,” a sweet voice purred.
Seungcheol whimpered, fought against the restraints, but the soft, wet ropes around his wrists and legs only tightened further. It was dark in the room, but since the curtains were open Seungcheol could make out a silhouette seated between Seungcheol’s spread legs. Wriggly long shapes protruded from the stranger’s back, some of them resting in the air, but five of them could be traced to somewhere on Seungcheol’s body.
Tentacles.
Wet. Slimy. Thick.
Tears pressed, some falling as the length in his throat pushed in even deeper. Could feel his neck bulging from the intrusion.
“You swallow me so well,” the monster giggled. “Such a perfect thing you are.” It moved and big, rough hands rubbed Seungcheol’s stomach. “I wonder how much more of me you can take.”
All Seungcheol could do was cry, being held so tightly he could not move. Letting out a muffled whimper as his legs spread wider, thighs burning, and something slithered between his buttocks.
All of Seungcheol tensed and he tried to protest, to yell at this creature to stop, but it just got the monster laughing.
“You’ve never been touched here, have you?” The being was cooing, the wet tentacle spreading some sort of slick liquid over his rim. It was wet, cold, uncomfortable, but the more he tried to fight the more excited the creature seemed. “I’ll be the first one to ever take you like this. God, I love a virgin.”
The length in Seungcheol’s throat retracted, slid all the way out but before he could even get a word out he was being silenced again. The tentacle wrapped around his head and when Seungcheol opened his mouth he just felt more of the soft, sticky skin. Tasted the odd saltiness.
“I’ll use my smallest to get you wet, pretty one.” The voice was masculine, but soft. Even could be called sweet, if not for its actions.
Seungcheol wanted to beg, to ask the creature to leave him alone, but all he had were his tears streaming down his cheeks as the appendage pushed into his lubricated hole.
Not even a finger had ever gone up there, Seungcheol always seeing himself as an exclusive top; He loved to fuck women or bend over twinks. Loved to dominate. To feel a tight hole squeeze his dick.
Yet now there was a tentacle pushing into his unused hole. Not even giving him time to adjust, just stretching him roughly and slicking him up. He swore he felt the thing grow wider and it hurt. He was being split in half.
“You look even prettier when writhing in pain, pretty toy. God, you really are perfect.”
Seungcheol wanted to yell. Curse. To kick and hit and sob. Could only glare through his wet eyelashes, wanting this misery to end. Wondering what he had done to deserve being violated by some fantasy creature in the safety of his own bed.
His brain paused and for a second he forgot about the tentacle reaching far too deep, sliding in and out of him and making his ass leak with liquid;
He had remembered something vital.
Bed.
He was in his bed.
In his apartment.
And he had not gone to bed alone last night.
He turned his head ever so slightly, fear rippling through him as he saw the familiar, dainty shape of his boyfriend;
Jeonghan was tucked under his blanket, back towards Seungcheol, so small and vulnerable.
“Oh, you finally remembered your cute boyfriend, huh?” The creature chuckled. “Don’t worry, he’s sound asleep. I made sure of it.”
The words made Seungcheol’s heart jump in terror, wondering what this foul beast had done to his precious Jeonghan. Was he hurt? Seungcheol wanted to reach out and grab his boyfriend, tug him tight to his body and ensure he was okay, yet Seungcheol was helpless. Could only lie there, letting out muffled whimpers as his ass got stretched.
“Almost done,” the creature cooed. “Soon you can take my cock.”
The moon was shining through the window now and Seungcheol could see more of the creature. Still too dark to make out the face, but he saw the body; A buff human body, aside from the tentacles this creature looked so painfully human.
And the big cock...
It was huge and had protruding veins, along with various bumps. Seungcheol couldn’t be too sure in the lack of light, but it appeared purple too.
Monstrous.
He couldn’t take this.
“Stop trying to fight. Would you rather I fuck your dainty little thing of a boyfriend? I prefer a tight virgin like yourself, but I don’t mind a well used whore. I’m sure he could take me easily.”
Instantly Seungcheol turned lax, no longer fighting; he would protect Jeonghan the only way he could.
“Aww, good boy. Maybe I should reward you.”
The tentacle pressed against Seungcheol’s mouth disappeared and he inhaled deeply, his breathing shaky.
“If you try to yell for help I’ll silence you again and then I’ll fuck your boyfriend instead. Understood?”
“Yes,” Seungcheol rasped out. Humiliated, weak, pathetic. All he could do was listen to the creature.
All he could do was cry out in shock and pain as something impossibly big breached deep inside him.
The creature groaned while Seungcheol sobbed, pressing all the way inside. Seungcheol was dizzy with pain, feeling like his body was tearing apart.
And yet.
And yet.
He let out a moan as it pressed against his prostate. The cock was filling him up and one of the bumps nudged against the sensitive spot, making his vision swirl.
“So tight. I love virgins,” the monster was speaking softly, fingers leaving indents on Seungcheol’s hips. “And look,” a tentacle slid over Seungcheol’s stomach, leaving behind a trail of slick.
Seungcheol almost fainted; his stomach was bulging, the shape of the giant cock visible through the skin.
Holy shit.
He really had that massive thing inside him.
“So much room for my eggs,” the creature purred. “But not tonight.” And then it moved. The cock sliding out, then in, with precisive strokes. Hard, deep, calculated. And the bumps of the cock…
Seungcheol was moaning and crying and sobbing, torn between shame and pure pleasure.
He was being fucked by some otherworldly creature while his boyfriend slept beside him and Seungcheol dared to feel pleasure. He began babbling, muttering apologies to the man he loved as the creature fucked into him harder and harder. Seungcheol came, spilling all over his own torso, but the creature was far from done.
Soon Seungcheol was lifted higher up and legs splits so wide he yelled out in pain, all the while the monster drilled into him in a rougher and rougher pace. With every thrust Seungcheol’s stomach bulged, the shape of the cock evident.
Got fucked through another orgasm and Seungcheol could see nothing but whiteness. His ears were ringing, body flush with a sense of pleasure he had never felt before, and something was filling up his stomach. Far off somewhere, Seungcheol heard the creature coo, something soft brushing against his cheek.
“Sleep tight, sweet thing. I’ll visit you again soon.”
-
Seungcheol woke up with a start, chest heavy with panic and a scream on his lips. Next to him something shuffled in fright and a big eyed Jeonghan looked at him.
“Baby,” Jeonghan looked wary, hands reaching out to cup Seungcheol’s cheeks, fingers brushing away the wetness there. “You okay?”
Seungcheol met the worried eyes, then hastily swept the room; nothing was amiss, he even noticed the curtains were drawn shut because of course they were; Jeonghan was a sensitive sleeper, he needed complete darkness.
He didn’t feel weird either. No pain in his ass or anything, and considering how big-
(Seungcheol didn’t want to finish the thought, feeling too shameful.)
A dream.
A nightmare.
“Did you have a bad dream?” Jeonghan leaned in closer, those pretty eyes soft and full of love. Seungcheol felt himself calm down, his breathing evening out and he pulled Jeonghan into a tight hug. Held the wiry body close and essentially pulled him onto his lap.
“Yeah,” Seungcheol murmured.
“Wanna talk about it?”
“No.” Seungcheol was too embarrassed. Held Jeonghan tighter and spent a few minutes cuddling close, until his boyfriend talked about needing to pee.
“You must have had a good dream before your nightmare, though,” Jeonghan said as he slipped out of the bed.
“Huh?”
“Your boxers are soaked.”
Shame crept up as Seungvhrol finally noticed the wetness. Felt horrified as he looked down and saw the big, wet patch.
The terrifying dream… Being fucked by tentacles; was it some weird kink he didn’t know he had? He had cummed hard. Judging by the amount in his boxers, just like the dream he had cummed twice.
He could never tell Jeonghan. Was going to pretend it had never happened. It was just a dream. Slowly he got out of bed and stretched his stiff joints, trying to forget the vivid dream. Right now he just wanted to take a quick shower and get dressed.
Jeonghan was already inside the shower, washing his body. Seungcheol smiled to himself and quickly joined him, feeling the last tendrils of the dream slither away as he kissed Jeonghan under the spray of water. Indulged himself, sucking and biting any patch of skin he could find, holding the warm body close to his own. Usually Jeonghan would complain and escape with a playful glare, but it was a lazy Sunday and Jeonghan melted into his arms.
Pliant. Soft. Seungcheol’s.
“Cheol,” Jeonghan groaned, shivering in pleasure. “I know where this is going and I’ll let you fuck me later, but I’m starving.”
Reluctantly Seungcheol let go, ignoring his achingly hard cock. Stole one last kiss before they both exited the shower.
Quietly they dried their bodies and brushed their teeth. Doing their morning routine until the doorbell rang and Jeonghan, who was dressed, said he would go check.
Seungcheol spent a few more moments flossing his teeth and pulling on a shirt before he left to join his boyfriend for breakfast.
Jeonghan was still by the door.
“Cheol! Come greet our new neighbour!” Jeonghan’s eyes were bright, his smile pretty. The apartment was small and even while standing in the living room Seungcheol could see the neighbour in their doorway; a man around their age and height, a mix of pretty and handsome, with some impressive arms bulging against the material of his white t-shirt. In his (noticeably big) hands he held a fruit basket.
“Oh, hello,” Seungcheol put on a polite smile and walked up to Jeonghan, pressing softly against the back. “You’re the one in 408?” There had been a lot of sounds from there yesterday, after months of silence. 408 was at the end of the hall, with Jeonghan and Seungcheol as the only next door neighbours.
“Yes, I’m Hong Joshua,” the man spoke in a pleasant, soothing tone. Quiet, but eloquent. There was a familiarity to it and Seungcheol felt the hairs on his arm stand up, but he ignored it. “I wanted to apologise for making a lot of noise yesterday evening. Moving took longer than I imagined.” The lips curled up at the ends, a cute smile, and if Seungcheol wasn’t feeling so wary he would be endeared.
Because why did he sound so similar to the creature in his nightmare?
Had Seungcheol picked up his voice through the wall and incorporated into his dreams?
It had to be that right?
Because the mind is a funny thing and they say you only dream about people you have seen or met. Maybe Seungcheol walked past him in the hallway yesterday, maybe heard him talking and his subconscious took notes.
It was the only logical explanation.
“You're so sweet," Jeonghan said cheerfully. “We are both night owls so it didn’t bother us, but thank you.” He accepted the basket. “If you ever need anything, don’t hesitate to knock on our door. It’s nice to see more people our age in the building.”
Joshua just kept smiling and after a minute or two of small talk, he bid goodbye. Before the door closed, Seungcheol’s eyes met Joshua’s and there was nothing but kindness and sweetness in them. Seungcheol decided to relax; it wasn’t his neighbour’s fault that Seungcheol had used his voice and face while having a nightmare.
“That was a so kind,” Jeonghan murmured, walking to the kitchen counter and placing the gift basket down. “It would be nice to have a friend in this building.”
“Yeah, he seems great,” Seungcheol agreed, greedily looking through the basket. Internally cheering when he found a few bars of chocolate. “We should invite him for a movie night or something.”
“Yes!” Jeonghan’s enthusiasm was cute and Seungcheol pulled him into his arms again. He was honestly going to struggle being around his neighbour due to the nightmare, but in time it would fade. Whatever made Jeonghan happy mattered and if it meant befriending their neighbour, then so be it.
It wasn’t Joshua’s fault he had starred in a nightmare made from Seungcheol’s twisted mind.