Fruitie

“I bet I can guess it eventually.” Bing hummed as he tilted his head. “But, good news, nothing seems damaged, no leaks, just looks like whatever jumbling you did just crossed some wires. Explains the lack of pain and why you’ve got that pressure you’re feeling.”

“Are you able to fix it like this or do we need to set something else up?” Google asked.

“I can fix it like this. Won’t hurt. Might, like, tickle a little or something. It’ll be like undoing Christmas lights.” Bing put his hands into Google’s chest and got to work. 

“Please don’t refer to my internal workings as holiday decor.” Google sighed, closing his eyes and wanting this to be over with. He wasn’t the biggest fan of having someone messing with his insides, but after a discussion turned ‘bet’ gone wrong with Anti, he needed help. Bing was the only one he could trust to fix the crossed wires since he had the same wires inside of him and understood how they worked. And it was…Bing.

“How about fixing the chain to a necklace?” Bing suggested. 

“Are you calling me jewelry?” Google lifted his head. 

“I mean, you are stunning.” Bing grinned with a wink. 

“Shut up.” Google let his head fall back down. 

“Looks like some of the deeper guys got mixed up too. Might be pulling some stuff out, so don’t freak.” Bing warned, not seeing the way Google’s eyes went wider as his fingers brushed against the deeper wires. Those wires were longer and thicker, and provided more physical function than the thinner ones. “This guy needs slipped under and then…” Bing held out the word as he slowly pulled a wire out. “Everything’s looking really good, Googs. Shouldn’t take me too long to…Googs?” He paused when he noticed Google breathing more heavily and saw his face beginning to flush red. At first, Bing wasn’t sure if Google was reacting in a bad way. Google had a habit of being stubborn and not admitting when something hurt. But when he shifted his hips and felt something hard prodding at his ass, he knew right away what was happening. “Are you into this?”

“N-No.” Google got out between gritted teeth.

“Oh, I think you are.” Bing sang, smile twisting into a mischievous grin. “I think these wires got more feeling to them than you’re willing to admit.”

“No, they do no-ot~!” Google gasped when Bing dragged his tongue along the wire. His other hand went into his chest and pulled out another one. 

“It’s okay to enjoy this; our wires can be pretty sensitive sometimes.” Bing chuckled, rubbing his thumb into the wire as he trailed a few kisses before scraping his teeth against it. Google gasped, and his hands went straight to Bing’s thighs, squeezing tightly to try to ground himself. “Go on, tell me it feels good, you know you can’t deny it~” Was Bing having a bit too much fun with this? Maybe. Was the look on Google’s face more than worth it? Absolutely.

“It…” Google took a heavy breath, biting his lip and holding back a groan, but when Bing rocked his hips, grinding his ass down against his already hard cock, he couldn’t take it anymore. “Fuck, it feels good.” He finally confessed. 

“Thought so.” Bing chuckled. “There’s nothing wrong with feeling good.” He added, wrapping one of the wires around his wrist. “And I like making you feel good.” Bing brushed his fingers against the wire before giving it a light grip and then stroking his hand up and down, earning another curse and fingers digging into him. 

“Bing…shit, Bing.” Google panted, his own hips bucking up into Bing’s torturously slow circles. 

“There you go.” Bing hummed, grinding down to match the pace Google wanted. “There you go.” His voice dropped with a heavy breath, his own erection straining against his pants. Bing took the other wire and held it up to his mouth, wrapping his lips around it to hold it, and rolled his tongue along it as he pushed down the front of his pants until his cock sprang free. He took the wire out of his mouth for a moment. “Keep going, keep going.” Bing groaned before putting the wire back in and then grabbing his cock and stroking it at the same pace he was stroking the wire. 

“Bing…” Google couldn’t think of anything else to say, grip tightening even more on Bing’s thighs, likely to leave finger-shaped prints in the synthetic skin. “Fuck, Bing, Fu-uck.”

“Are you going to cum?” Bing asked with a groan. ”I want…I want to see you cum.” He moved his hands and hips faster, knowing exactly what to say next to get Google to break. “Please? Please, Googs. Let me see you cum.” Bing's plan worked when Google’s own hips bucked against him sporadically, chasing after pleasure, and then he got to see what he asked for. Google thrusted up several more times, much harder than before, eyes widening, and he let out a low, in his throat, moan, making a mess in his pants. “Almost there, almost there, hold on.” Bing’s head fell back, needing only a few moments before he was tensing up and grunting, cumming on his hand and on part of Google’s abdomen. 

“Fuck.” Google cursed again, hands falling to the bed. 

“Well, that’s a fun new fact for us to use.” Bing chuckled. 

“Don’t get too carried away.”

“So, you don’t want to take our clothes off and fuck me while I play with your wires more?”

“How you are still living after all of these accidents and not caring for yourself is done by a miracle. It is me. I am the miracle.” Henrik said, getting his first-aid kit that Jackie had completely missed. 

“I don’t get into that many accidents.” Jackie protested, curling into himself like a scolded puppy when Henrik gave him a look. “Maybe a handful.”

“Uh-huh. A handful.” Henrik hummed, opening his kit and pulling out a disinfectant wipe, a pair of gloves, and a bandage. 

“It’s just a papercut, you don’t need all that,” Jackie said as Henrik gloved up and started cleaning off his finger. 

“You heal incredibly fast, which means the window for infection is much smaller, a good thing, but also a thing to be aware of. The sooner and better we clean, the less likely there is to be an infection.” Henrik stated his spiel that Jackie had heard a thousand times before. The spiel was always being used to distract Jackie while he was being tended to. 

“I know, I know.” Jackie looked up at the ceiling as he waited. It was so hard to stay seated for too long. There was so much to do, so much to see, and just sitting here was so ugh. 

“You are bandaged,” Henrik said, taking the gloves off and disposing of them. 

“Thanks, Hen.” Jackie looked at his now bandaged finger, giving it a few bends. 

“I am not done. You are missing something very important.” Henrik took Jackie’s hand and pressed a quick kiss to the finger. Jackie stiffened and felt a rush of heat go through him, having not expected that at all. 

“Th-Thanks. I think it’s all-” Jackie stopped and made a little sound he could not describe as Henrik placed a kiss on the back of his hand, then his wrist. “I didn’t hurt my-my arm.” He stammered out as Henrik trailed his kisses further up. Jackie swore he could feel the warmth of Henrik’s lips even through his hoodie’s sleeve. 

“Can never be too sure.” Henrik kissed Jackie’s shoulder, his neck, his cheek, and his forehead before pausing and grinning. “Anywhere else that might hurt?”

“My…lips?” Jackie said with an awkward, almost shy smile. 

“Good boy.” Henrik chuckled before diving into a kiss. Jackie reacted instantly, breath hitching from both that phrase and the energy behind the kiss. Henrik had made it clear right away that he wanted more than a simple peck. Jackie wrapped an arm around Henrik’s waist, spreading his knees apart to pull him in as close as possible. Henrik rested a hand on the side of Jackie’s neck, fingers resting on the perfect spot to feel the racing heartbeat. His other hand went to Jackie’s thigh, squeezing it and taking advantage of the soft gasp, pushing his tongue into Jackie’s mouth and soaking in the groan he got in response. Jackie wrapped his other arm around Henrik, slowly melting away into the kiss, closing his eyes and letting himself be guided. 

“Hey, Hen!” Anti called out, throwing the door open. “Oh, well damn, keep making out. Don’t let me stop you.” Jackie covered his face with his hands while Henrik looked ready to spew swears in several languages. Anti casually leaned against the doorframe. “Hypothetically, if someone cut their hand on glass and they’ve bled enough to soak a hand towel, should we get you?”

“Who got hurt?” Henrik asked with a sigh, snatching his first aid kit. 

“It might be Chase.”

“Fucking-” Henrik grunted as he rushed out. 

“Joining him would make things worse, you know this,” Dark said with a light chuckle. “I’m sure if you ask, Chase would be willing to bring you a…souvenir.” He kept talking even as Anti turned him around in his chair. “Within reason, of course. Chase isn’t squeamish, but he-” Dark stopped when Anti took his phone.

“He’ll call you back, bubblegum.” Anti casually said, hanging up the phone and placing it on the desk. 

“I was using that,” Dark stated, not surprised as Anti crawled into his chair, sitting himself on his lap. 

“Like I said, you’ll call him back.” Anti took Dark’s hands and placed them on his own hips. “But, right now, I want some attention~” He draped his arms across Dark’s shoulders. 

“Really? I never would have guessed.” Dark hummed.

“I’m so subtle.” Anti rested his forehead on Dark’s. 

“Very.” Dark tilted his head, grinning when Anti kissed him.

Anti was as patient as he was subtle and was nipping at Dark’s lower lip almost instantly. Dark was more than willing this time to match Anti’s pace, biting in return as his hands moved. Anti shifted up on his knees as Dark’s hands went to his back, an amused giggle slipping out when the hands went lower and squeezed his ass. 

“Always so handsy, Mr. Darkiplier.” Anti teased, popping open the buttons of Dark’s shirt. 

“Are you complaining?” Dark asked, hands squeezing again.

“Far from it.” Anti pulled on Dark’s shirt to untuck it and then yanked apart the last few buttons before slipping his hands under the open shirt and feeling at Dark’s sides and stomach. 

“Thought so.” Dark slipped one arm up around Anti’s waist, hugging him closer into the next kiss. 

Anti, showing his impatience once more, pried Dark’s lips apart with his tongue and groaned with approval when the hint was taken, and Dark deepened the kiss further. Anti placed a hand on the back of Dark’s neck, closing his eyes and getting lost in the almost rhythmic motion of their kiss.

A long-practiced dance, they knew every step to, and yet the moves were different every time. Each swipe of tongue and each scraping of teeth against lips differed just slightly each time, but the only thing that stayed the same was the taste. The taste of each other was always their favorite part of the kisses they shared. 

“I’m just saying I could-!” Wilford appeared in the office and made a surprised sound. “I guess I mistranslated that tone. I thought it was a ‘I’m going to nap’, not a ‘I’m going to kiss’.” He popped his lips while Dark and Anti just stayed in place and stared at him. “Well, that’s my mistake. You two enjoy yourselves and-oh! Let me help you with a step. I’ve always wanted to do this.” Wilford casually used both arms to brush off everything from Dark’s desk. “There we go, one less thing for you to worry about. Have fun. I’ll come back in a…let’s say an hour? Maybe two to be safe? Ta-ta~” He sang his goodbye before vanishing. 

“You should see the other guy. He ain’t got all his teeth no more.” Yancy chuckled.

“I don’t care what the other guy looks like.” Illinois huffed, grabbing some tissues and pinching Yancy’s nose. “Hold this and lean forward.”  

“Yes, sir.” Yancy played up his voice as he followed instructions. “Does this mean I’m grounded?” 

“Yes,” Illinois stated, getting his first aid kit and sitting on the bed with Yancy. “You’re not leaving the Manor for a while.” He made quick work of cleaning off any caked-on blood.

“A little ironic from the man who's gonna be leaving the Manor for days.” Yancy scoffed, wincing a little as Illinois used the disinfectant.  

“I don’t get hurt when I leave,” Illinois stated, placing his hand on Yancy’s wrist to get him to lower his hand, watching to see if more blood came out, and when it looked good, he started cleaning off his face.  

“And? Ya still leave me-us.” Yancy cleared his throat. 

“Now, what was that~?” Illinois half-sang, lips curling up into a cheeky smirk. 

“Just stating the fact you leave us a lot,” Yancy mumbled, turning his head away.

“Us? I heard something else.” Illinois placed his hand on Yancy’s cheek and had him look back at him. “Sounds like someone doesn’t like being left behind.”

“Maybe.”

“Oh, you are just the cutest when you pout, treasure.” Illinois hummed before leaning in and catching Yancy in a kiss. 

“I don’t pout.” Yancy protested against Illinois’ lips, wrapping an arm around his neck and pulling him in closer. 

“Sure you don’t.” Illinois chuckled. “You’ve never pouted a day in your life.” He slid his hand to Yancy’s chest and slowly coaxed him to lie back on the bed. “You’ve never pouted, never complained or whined, but-” Illinois dipped his head to drag his tongue across Yancy’s neck, grinning at the sound of a shaky breath. “-I do manage to get a fair share of whimpers from you, don’t I?” The grin grew at the sight of pink dusted across Yancy’s cheeks. “Am I right?”

“Shut up.” Yancy dove up into another kiss, pawing at Illinois’ shirt and messily undoing the top buttons. Illinois grabbed Yancy’s wrist and pinned it to the bed; his other hand went back to Yancy’s face, thumb grazing against his jaw, feeling the way it shifted with their kiss, moving to follow the flow Illinois was guiding. “Do ya have to go?” Yancy’s question was sudden and came out as a whisper. 

“I do,” Illinois whispered back. 

“If I admit to pouting, will you stay?”

“If you admit to pouting, I’ll take you with me.” 

There was a pause. Yancy dropped his voice even lower, softer, like confessing this was something that couldn't be heard by anyone else, not even the air around them.

“I was pouting.”

He and Phantom had been out on a walk when Jackie heard about a bank robbery. And Phantom, being Phantom, didn’t listen when told to stay back and followed Jackie into the bank. The robber had seen the two, aimed his gun at Phantom, and that was enough to get Jackie to panic and act the way he had. 

“He’s not dead…I think?” Jackie nudged the man with his foot. “I guess that’s one way to stop a robbery. We should probably-” He didn’t get to finish before Phantom was on him, pulling him into a kiss and using his magic to send them away. 

Jackie didn’t realize they were in his room until he was falling back on his bed. He had a few moments to gather his brain and blinked as Phantom sat on his lap, took his mask off, and put it on his face. A warmth went through Jackie that he had no idea what it meant because all he could think about in that moment was how badly he wanted to kiss Phantom more. And he did. Jackie wrapped an arm around Phantom’s waist and sat up, catching him in a kiss and earning a hum of approval.  

“I knew you’d like that.” Phantom chuckled, tilting his head and nipping at Jackie’s lower lip. 

“Yeah.” Jackie nodded his head in a way that reminded Phantom of a happy puppy. He squeezed Phantom’s waist tighter before flipping them over. Phantom laughed as he laid out on the bed, hands resting on either side of his head as he saw that soft, affectionate look in Jackie’s eyes that he was always so weak for. 

“Show me how much you like it.” Phantom grinned.

“Okay.” Jackie dove straight into another kiss. Phantom chuckled and placed his hands on Jackie’s face, thumbs rubbing against his cheeks. He felt Jackie’s hold on his waist get tighter, a protective, almost possessive grip that was so hot. 

“My big, strong hero~” Phantom hummed, his grin growing when his words made Jackie take in a sharp breath and lower his head, hiding his face in the crook of his neck. It was always so cute how flustered Jackie got from praise. “My Jackie~” He hummed more, hands sliding down Jackie’s chest, trying to feel the muscles hiding under his classic red hoodie. And even through the thick fabric, he could trace his fingers along the lines and curves of strength both earned and given to him. 

“Phan.” Jackie breathed out, pressing his nose closer to Phantom’s neck. 

“Yes?”

“I-” 

“Jackie! Did you break a bank’s flo-oh!” Chase’s scolding question turned into a shout when he opened the door and saw the two on the bed. 

“Hi, Chase.” Phantom casually greeted while Jackie yelped. 

“I’ll yell at you later.” Chase covered his eyes with a hand and closed the door. 

“Okay is a generous word to use.” Dark sighed, placing his phone down on his dresser. “I’m stressed, busy, and have more things on my plate to handle than I can count.” He walked to the bed and sat next to Google. “I need a break. A relief from all of this. Even if it’s just for a few minutes.”

“If you need a break, why am I here?” 

“For this.” Dark placed a hand on Google’s cheek and guided him into a kiss. 

Google was stiff at first, having not expected the kiss. It took a long moment, but eventually he slowly relaxed, letting his eyes close, and it seemed Dark had been patiently waiting for that since he didn’t do anything else until he calmed. Dark moved his hand, fingers wrapping around the back of Google’s neck, squeezing in a way to show him how to tilt his head. Google mindlessly obeyed, eager to follow any direction from Dark. Dark liked control, and it made sense to let him have it, so Google was more than willing to give it to him. 

A nip on his lower lip made Google’s breath hitch for a second, the exhale coming out shaky as Dark ran his tongue across his lip. Google knew he should be doing something with his hands, but all he could do was grip his jeans, and thankfully, Dark caught on and helped, parting just long enough to grab Google’s wrists. Google had enough time to swallow as one hand was placed on the back of Dark’s head and the other was on his thigh. 

“You can touch me.” Dark’s voice was low, almost like an amused hum. Google’s hands stayed where they had been put, stuck, but he gripped some hair at the sensation of Dark’s tongue in his mouth. He wasn’t sure if it liked it or didn’t like it or was neutral about it, at first. But his body gave the answer when his breathing got heavier, and a sweet heat coursed through him the more he tasted Dark's tongue against his own. 

Dark’s own hands explored a little, fingers slipping under Google’s shirt, slowly sliding up his back and feeling the warm, synthetic skin. One hand then went down to rest on Google’s hip. While the other slipped around, fingers tracing the lines of his stomach before going up to his chest and squeezing, getting a sharp inhale in response. 

“Maybe I need more than-” Dark’s comment stopped when his phone started ringing, getting him to pull away with a huff. Google blinked as he panted, watching Dark stand, get his phone, and answer it. “Yes?” A pause. “Fine. I’m on the way.” With another huff, Dark hung up the phone and put it into his pocket. “Stay here. I’ll be right back.” Dark stated while fixing his tie. “And we’ll continue where we left off.” He added with a smirk as his own shadow grew and covered him, having him vanish in the next blink.

“Mare?” Mad stood at the bedroom door, hugging an arm to the side and wearing one of Mare’s favorite oversized sweaters. Seeing Mad in that told Mare right away that something was up since Mad didn’t usually seek out something so thick with his scent. Yes, he’s stolen clothing before, but usually, if he wanted Mare’s scent, he just went to him. Mad liked it from the source.

“Hey, starlight.” Mare greeted, sitting himself up as Mad walked into the room. “Something on your mind?” 

“Yeah.” Mad crawled up on the bed and sat on Mare’s lap. He paused as his eyes glanced down at Mare’s lips and then back up to his eyes. A silent question that he didn’t know how to ask out loud yet, at least, not without Mare starting it up first. 

“Would you like to kiss?” Mare asked, grinning when Mad answered him with a nod. When it came to his work, Mad was confident, loud, prideful, and not afraid to tell or show others that he knew what he was doing. He could get snarky and sassy, and Mare loved that about him. But when it came to this stuff, romance and physical intimacy, Mad was clueless. He’d get soft and shy, and it was the cutest thing Mare had ever seen in his life. “You can kiss me.”

“Okay.” Mad adjusted and then slowly leaned in, pausing just short, his lips brushing against Mare’s with his breath before finally closing the space. Mare waited patiently until Mad relaxed and his eyes fluttered shut. He then hummed and placed his hands on Mad’s waist, sliding them down to rest on his hips. 

The kiss was soft and tender. Mare tested the waters with a gentle nip to Mad’s lower lip, earning a light gasp and a tight grip to the front of his shirt. Mad had to pull away a few moments later to catch his breath, and Mare saw how wide Mad’s pupils were and how flushed his cheeks were and saw that his fangs were peeking out from behind his upper lip. He knew that look. Mare held Mad’s hips a little firmer and flipped them over, laying him out on the bed.

“You want more than a kiss, don’t you?” Mare prompted. “You’re wearing that sweater, your fangs are coming out, tell me, love, what do you really want?”

“We haven’t freshened up our marks in a while.” Mad lifted a hand and traced his fingers on Mare’s neck, brushing the tips against his claim mark. 

“Do you want me to bite you?” 

“Yeah.”

“And you want to bite me?”

“Yeah.”

“I can arrange that~” Mare chuckled, leaning down and catching Mad in another kiss. Mad melted much more easily now that Mare knew exactly what he was thinking; his hands went to Mare’s shoulders and moved down, feeling at his arms. He felt the tattooed skin, following each curve of muscle and groaning with approval when Mare flexed so he could feel them more. 

“Mare~” Mad breathed out as Mare trailed his kisses down. “Mare, please.” He pleaded, feeling Mare’s fangs graze against his neck. “Please.”

“I got you.” Mare crooned, dragging his tongue across Mad’s neck before finally sinking his teeth in, getting a nice, happy sound from Mad, feeling his hands grasp at the back of his shirt desperately. He let his fangs linger in the skin for a few moments before taking them out, lapping at the fresh mark and smiling at Mad’s purr. “Go on. You can bite me back.” Mad didn’t hesitate. High off his own fresh mark, he lifted his head and bit into Mare’s neck, purring even louder as soon as his fangs broke through the skin. “Damn, starlight,” Mare grunted low in his throat. Mad pulled away with a happy, satisfied look on his face. “Better?”

“You shit.” Night closed the space between them, slamming his lips against Host’s. The kiss started rough and stayed rough. Night’s hand slid up to rest at the base of Host’s throat, using his tongue to pry apart his lips and tilting his head as he felt Host’s hands slipping under and around his jacket to grip at the back of his shirt. 

Night tucked his fingers into the top of Host’s shirt, tugging on the collar to try to get him deeper into the kiss, but Host had another plan in mind. Host moved his hands back around to the front of Night’s shirt and then jerked his body around, taking Night with him and forcing him to sit on the couch. Host swung his leg and sat himself up on Night’s lap, a large cocky grin on his face. 

“You’re not the best at making me, are you?” Host teased, casually undoing the buttons of his trench coat and letting it fall off his shoulders before shifting his arms and letting it fully drop off him and to the floor. “Do you need a lesson on how to make people do things?” He added to his tease by popping open the first few buttons of Night’s shirt. 

“No. I don’t.” Night wrapped an arm around Host’s waist and flipped them once more, this time with Host lying down on the couch with Night hovering above them. “I do fairly well on my own.” Night slipped his own jacket off and tossed it to the side. 

“You’re getting better.” Host hummed, grinning when that got Night to dive into another messy kiss. Night held Host’s thigh, having him hook his leg around his waist so he could lean in closer. Host ran his hands through Night’s hair, fingers fluffing it up, as he grasped chunks of it at a time between each bite of lip, each swipe of tongue, each quick, heavy breath. 

“I managed to snatch Dark’s card so we can-well, hello there~” Anti’s voice sang out, followed by a yelp from Mad. 

“Do you two mind?” Night huffed while Host just broke into a laugh. 

“I do mind that you’re making out on the couch that we all sit on.” Anti clicked his tongue. 

“We were heading out.” Mad took Anti’s hand and pulled. “Have fun-I mean-don’t-I mean…bye.” He fumbled over his words as Anti was now the one laughing, and walked out of the house with him. 

“He does have a point.” Host chuckled. “Maybe we should move our fun elsewhere?”

“I’ll never confess to Anti being correct about something to his face, but, yes, let’s head off.” 

“To the bedroom?”

“What in the world?” Illinois sighed, maybe a different Ego was messing with who knows what and making a ruckus. 

Deciding it was time to head to bed, Illinois turned off his phone’s screen and was reaching over to place it on his bedside table when something wrapped around his wrist, making him drop the phone to the floor. 

“Well, this is new.” Illinois hummed, tugging a little to get a closer look at what was holding him. A tentacle seemed to have appeared. 

It was a rich, dark green, nearing black. There was something wet on it, a clear liquid that dripped down Illinois’ forearm and had an oddly sweet smell to it. He followed where the tentacle came from, turning his head and seeing how it went across the bed and disappeared under it. 

Illinois was going to say something, but it turned into a sound of surprise when the tentacle yanked, pinning his wrist down to the bed. He tested how strong the tentacle was by attempting to pull, and it didn’t give in at all, showing that his earlier tugging had only been allowed because it let him. 

“Interesting,” Illinois said to himself, his head turning again when his other wrist was grabbed and pinned down as well, forcing him to lie flat on his back. “Very interesting.” He chuckled, already accepting and even excited for what was likely to happen. Illinois has read his fair share of…fun books, letting his imagination go wild, and was being proven correct as three more tentacles came out from under his bed. All three tentacles slipped under his sleep shirt, one wrapped around his waist to keep him still, and the other two pushed his shirt up until it exposed his chest. One tentacle swirled around a pec, squeezing it in a pulsing rhythm, while the other did the same, but the tip flicked at Illinois’ nipple, getting him to let out a shaky breath. 

Yep. He was getting fucked by tentacles tonight.

Hot.

Illinois let out another uneven breath as even more tentacles came out from under the bed, six, to be exact. Two tentacles grabbed his ankles, two went around his knees, and the last two slithered into the waistband of his pants.  

“Right to the point.” Illinois chuckled as the tentacles worked together to pull down his pants, exposing his already half-hard cock. The tentacles kept pulling until they reached the set that was holding Illinois’ knees. There was a pause, as if having a thought, and then the tentacles fully wrapped around the crotch of the pants and, after another pause, casually tore them in half. “Well, damn!” Illinois couldn’t help but say in shock. “Good thing I have a few pairs of these pants.” He lightly laughed as the two tentacles let go of the torn fabric and wrapped around the upper part of his thighs, where they met his hips. The tentacles squeezed and shifted, forcing Illinois’ legs to spread fully. He watched two more tentacles come out from under the bed, and both head for the center of his legs. A breathy moan slipped out as one of the tentacles wrapped around his cock, the liquid was making everything slick as it slowly started stroking, and it was only seconds before Illinois was fully hard and letting out a full moan.  

“Fuck yeah~” Illinois groaned, letting his head fully rest back on the bed, eyes closing and enjoying the pleasure. “O-Oh!” His eyes opened back up, and he lifted his head when he felt what the other tentacle was up to. Illinois shivered at the feeling of the tentacle using a thicker part of it to slip between his cheeks and start to rub against his hole. Moving fluidly back and forth, the texture and warmth almost felt like a tongue. “Okay, that’s-that’s something. Damn.” Illinois tried to squirm, to work with the tentacle, but the other six tentacles on his legs kept him still, and the ones on his waist, chest, and wrists kept the upper half still as well. He was stuck and basically forced to take whatever the tentacles gave him, and holy shit was this so hot. Living out a wild fantasy that most would think could only be a thought. 

“Well, hello there.” Illinois panted out a greeting when a new tentacle came out and hovered above his face. A different tentacle touched his chin, prodding at it and showing what they wanted. “Why not?” Illinois had sucked his fair share of dicks in his life. How different would a tentacle be? He opened his mouth, but wasn’t expecting the tentacle to stay hovering, the liquid pooling at the tip until it dripped into his mouth and landed on his tongue. 

The taste was even sweeter than the smell, that small drop coating his tongue and the inside of his mouth, spreading out and somehow becoming thicker before melting away and sliding down Illinois’ throat. The tentacle that had been propping his chin open moved and rested across his throat. 

After a breath, that sweetness turned into warmth. A deep, pleasurable warmth coursed through Illinois' whole body, making the hair stand up on the back of his neck as everything started feeling more and more. He felt every bit of texture of the tentacles against his skin, how it brushed against his cock with each stroke, how it rolled against his ass as it added more of that sweet liquid against him, with the tip of that tentacle finally slipping in. 

“Fuck~!” Illinois gasped when that seemed to be enough to get him to cum. His body tensed up with his orgasm, and after finding his breath the best he could, he was then shocked at the sight of himself still being fully hard, as if he hadn’t finished at all. “Holy shit, it’s got aphrodisiacs.” Illinois let out a laugh that turned into a moan as the tentacles kept going. Squeezing his chest, playing with his nipple, stroking his cock, and now the tentacle inside of him was slowly getting thicker, taking its time stretching him open. Moving around and experimenting to see what spots felt good. That experiment got results quickly as Illinois tried to jerk his legs and moaned out a curse. 

“Best. Night. Ever.” Illinois panted out as the tentacle found a nice rhythm to fuck him at. Not going too fast, but not being torturously slow either. An even pace that had Illinois’ eyes fluttering as that tentacle went deeper and deeper with each thrust, finding the perfect amount to go in and sticking to it. “Damn, I’m willing to bottom more often if it’s like this,” Illinois joked to himself, out of breath as the tentacle on his cock added more pressure and a flush of that artificial warmth kicked in again and-

“Oh, God.” Illinois’ eyes rolled back when he was cumming again; he didn’t even know he could cum that quickly after the first time. “Might have to give me a…give me a little bit to recover.” He chuckled as the tentacles slowed to a stop. Illinois saw the tentacle hovering above him move in closer, poking the tip at his lips. “Don’t think another drop is going to do much.” The tentacle just kept poking. “Alright, if you insist.” Illinois opened his mouth properly, blinking when the tentacle did what he had originally expected it to do, and fully slipped in. The sweet taste was almost overwhelming, making him moan instantly as it coated his mouth once more and went down his throat in an almost endless cycle. The tentacle then shifted and moved in a way so that it was fucking into his mouth. It wasn’t long before the tentacle inside him and on his cock were moving as well, matching the pace of the one in his throat. 

Illinois just closed his eyes and groaned around the tentacle, waves of pleasure-filled warmth making him shiver several times. Apparently, he didn’t need long to recover, as the influx of the aphrodisiac fluid had him hard, and a few more thrusts from the tentacles, he was letting out a muffled half-yell as he was once again cumming, adding to the now growing mess to his stomach and the tentacle around his waist. 

Illinois wasn’t sure how long he was going to last like this before he passed out. Three rounds this fast was wild, but it seemed like his body was more than willing to handle more as a new tentacle came out and started prodding at his ass as well, and the second it started to slip in with what was already there, Illinois stiffened up and moaned loudly, cumming again.

Illinois breathed heavily, chest heaving and tears forming at the rims of his eyes. He was going to lose his mind at this rate. Everything was nearly burning in a way that couldn’t be described beyond a moan. The tentacles seemed to be finishing up themselves as they suddenly started moving faster. The ones on Illinois’ legs lifting him a little, changing the angle and allowing the two tentacles to fuck him easier, smoother, harder. The sweetness in his mouth got thicker, warmer, feeling like it was trying to fill him up from both ends as he felt the same liquid dripping out of him as those tentacles produced more. 

“Hm~!” Illinois cried out the best he could, hands balling into fists and toes curling. His legs shook on their own in the tentacles’ grips, and he couldn’t really move his body outside of that.

One more, one more. He just needed one more. It was becoming too much in the best way. It was a good thing a tentacle was in his mouth as he verged on just shouting his moans. Muffling him, and yet somehow he wasn’t gagging on it or the fluids. 

And then, finally, Illinois couldn’t hold it anymore. Screaming around the tentacle, he was cumming one more time, pulling as hard as he could on the tentacles around his wrists, eyes squeezing shut as a tear rolled down his cheek. The tentacles kept moving for a bit longer, fucking him through the almost painful high before they finally pulled out and squirted out a clear liquid, much like that had been dripping out of them before. Covering Illinois fully in the mess. 

Illinois could only lie there as the tentacles slowly unwrapped themselves and slipped back away under his bed. There was no telling how long had passed before he attempted to move, but, feeling like jelly, he plopped back down on the bed. 

Clean up would have to wait for the morning.

x~x~x

The next day, Illinois felt like he was on cloud nine. The most relaxed he had been in a long time. A little sore, yes, but that was nothing compared to just how good he felt. 

“I still don’t know how it didn’t work.” Marvin was grumbling to Anti in the kitchen. “That spell should have summoned something.”

“What are you two chatting about?” Illinois asked.

“We wanted to figure out how to do that tendril-tentacle, stuff Darky does,” Anti answered with a shrug. “Figured between his magic and my, you know, stuff, we’d do it, but apparently not.”

“It should have worked.” Marvin huffed, sounding more than annoyed.

“So, you two were trying to summon tentacles last night?” Illinois was putting the pieces together.

“Yes.” Marvin sighed. 

“You two did it. Just not how you were probably expecting.”

“What?” Both Anti and Marvin said.

“Let’s just say I had some visitors in my bed. You two summoned some pretty strong and persistent friends. You should try again, it was a fun time~” Illinois winked and grabbed the apple he had come into the kitchen for and strolled back out of the room.

“Oh, we are so trying again tonight,” Anti said with the biggest grin.

“You just want to have sex with tentacles.” Marvin rolled his eyes.