( JIN SOLO | NSFW )
So, Seokjin dumps a creepy guy at a gay bar and gets hexed by said guy (who is, coincidentally, a witch) without knowing.
The days after the bar visit, Seokjin is incredibly horny. Jerk-off-5-times-a-day horny. But the weird thing—the weird thing is that he can’t get off no matter what he does. He strokes himself, pumps his dick so hard that he gets sore, but he can’t cum.
It’s like—he feels like he’s kind of… plugged up? He can’t piss either even though he’s literally full, the pressure so fucking strong that he feels like bursting.
He just gets hornier and needier for release the more days pass until he’s so desperate that he spends hours lying in bed with his legs spread wide and a lubed hand wrapped around his dick, the slick sounds of his frantic, tight strokes echoing through his bedroom. There’s the temporary relief from the dry orgasms that he fucks out of himself with a dildo, but even those seem to make his body only more fervent for release in the end. He wants to cum so badly, blow his load and empty his bladder, it hurts, it fucking hurts.
One week in and he’s a sobbing, exhausted, delirious mess, stays naked in bed for the whole day to plead into his pillow while he fists his soft, raw cock and clenches around the three vibes in his ass. His sheets and pillow are drenched with tears, sweat and lube.
And then it happens—while he’s whimpering and shaking from pain and need.
Something inside of his cock suddenly moves, and it feels so fucking good that Seokjin gets hard within seconds. He sits up and looks down at himself, watches his hard cock bob against his stomach. It feels like he’s being fucked from the inside.
He moans and cries a little, frightened by the weird sensation but welcoming it at the same time. His hips twitch involuntarily when the feeling reaches all the way to the base of his cock, and he wraps one hand tentatively around the length of his shaft. Against his palm he feels movement, and then he watches in slight horror and excitement how his slit, his tender pisshole, slowly widens and a single, thick tentacle wriggles out of it.
And despite himself, despite the panic that makes his stomach coil, Seokjin tightens his grip around his cock and begins stroking himself.
The tentacle continues twisting and wriggling and stretching as is tauntingly slowly slips out of his urethra.
Throwing his head back, Seokjin moans. He feels it deep inside; the urge to relieve himself, and the alleviating feeling of a plug being finally pulled.
He fists his cock even faster, ignoring the pain of his rubbed-sore skin, chasing the idea of sweet relief. After a few more seconds the rest of the tentacle slips out like a big, fat, slimy worm, landing in globs of clear slime on his sheets, and Seokjin just barely manages to bend over and get onto all fours before he gushes out one week worth of cum from his pulsing cock. He strokes himself through it, his hand working at a fast pace and his hips bucking like he’s a fucking animal in heat.
He sobs and whines, not even caring how filthy he looks with the three remotes of the vibes in his ass dangling from their wires and slapping rhythmically against the back of his thighs.
He shakes and cums for minutes—until there’s a literal puddle of semen between his knees—and doesn’t feel the transition from his cock spurting cum to it squirting out piss instead. His eyes roll back and his tongue lolls out of his mouth as he finally, after one week of torture, gets his relief.
