You remember the first time you had found the monster under your bed. It had been two or three days since you moved into your apartment and you were settling in for the night. As you tried to sleep, you thought about (c/n), your coworker. You had a crush on him for some time but were too shy to say anything to him about it. He had worn a pale blue dress shirt to work that day, you always thought the color looked good on him. The entire day, you kept glancing across the office at him. His soft (h/c) hair, those beautiful (e/c) eyes, the way his features were so masculine, yet soft and inviting.
That's when you felt it, a soft brush against your ankle. You jumped, scrambling up in bed and turning the lamp on. Oh no, you thought, this apartment has mice. You threw the blanket off of yourself, not finding any pests luckily. But on the far corner of the bed, a thin purple tentacle wriggled its way closer to you. You screamed out of surprise, running out of your bedroom to find something to kill the creature with. You returned with the biggest kitchen knife you owned, but no sign of the tentacle.
You checked under the bed, in the closet, every corner of the apartment, but it was gone. You cautiously got back into bed, trying to shake your mind of what you had seen. Maybe it was a giant bug? you thought. Trying to calm yourself, you brought your thoughts back to (c/n). You wanted to talk to him, but it was intimidating. He was so confident, so smart, so handsome. He once rolled up his sleeves while he was fixing the copy machine, those arms, you bit your lip just thinking of the sight.
Another smooth glide across your ankle. You scrambled to get away again, but this time it wrapped around your ankle. The covers falling off you, more tentacles came out from under the bed, restraining your wrists. You squirmed and shouted, trying to get away. "W-what do you want from me?!" you stuttered. One tentacle hooked the hem of your pajama pants, pulling them down and exposing your panties. Your eyes widened as it clicked in your head what was happening. "Ahh, n-no!" you whined.
With that, the tentacles loosened their grip on you, slowly retreating. Had it listened when you said no? You sat up, pulling your knees to your chest as you watched them sit still, away from you. It wanted something from you obviously, but it was willing to stop if you weren't consenting. Am I actually considering this? you wondered. What did this say about yourself? You thought it over a great deal and finally decided.
You were sleeping on the sofa that night.
***
You couldn't get your mind off those tentacles. You knew you wanted to but felt like you shouldn't. It felt wrong, it felt so dirty, but you were curious about what it would feel like. Nobody would know, so what was the big deal? Thinking about it during your downtime at work, it was hard to keep yourself from getting too excited. If you had thought about it this long, you knew you already had your answer.
You sat in bed, wearing (f/c) lingerie. You figured out that the tentacles appeared once you were feeling aroused. You didn't have to prep yourself, just sitting there, waiting to be fucked, and the thought of those tentacles was enough to start to make you wet. The purple tentacles slowly crept up from under the bed, wriggling and pulsing as they slowly moved toward you. You felt your heart beating faster, anticipation building as shivers went down your spine.
Finally reaching you, one thick tentacle wrapped around your waist. The tentacles felt smooth, yet muscly. Their skin was soft to the touch, yet somewhat damp. The tentacle holding you by your waist pulled you over to the cluster of smaller tentacles by the corner of the bed. You struggled out of surprise from the sudden movement, the tentacles loosening their grip around you for a moment. "It's okay," you assured it, seeing that your shock had made it think you changed your mind.
The tentacle around your waist held you still while two more ran up your sides teasingly before massaging your breasts. You moaned softly as they squeezed the soft silk fabric of your lingerie, starting gently. As they picked up the pace, it began pulling the fabric away and exposing your pink nipples. The tentacles' suction cups sucked on your tits, a warm wet sensation enveloping your skin. It felt so good as the tentacles played with your breasts, sucking on your peaks while kneading the exposed flesh. Your head fell back as you moaned louder the more the tentacles went on.
Another began rubbing you through your wet panties, making your cries reach a higher pitch. The tentacle under your legs went at an agonizingly slow pace, but you could feel the bumps of the tentacle's suction cups as it moved back and forth. You grabbed the hem of your lingerie, pulling it up to give the tentacles more access to your wetness. The creature soon pulled the top off of you, exposing you completely, save for your underwear. Another tentacle held both your wrists above your head, leaving you to watch helplessly as it had its way with you.
It hadn't even penetrated you, and you were already a mess. Your face flushed, your breathing hitched, and all this teasing was driving you crazy, craving for more. You bucked your hips forward, trying to move faster onto the tentacle between your legs. You thrusted at a steady pace against the tentacle, it made you more and more flustered until you couldn't bear it any longer. "Please, I need it," you begged.
Suddenly, the tentacle ripped your panties off of you violently. You got a small fright seeing it react that way, seeing it just outside of your dripping wet entrance. Too horny to think straight, you cried out again, "Please, please!" The long, thick tentacle slowly caressed your leg as it moved up toward your pussy, just barely running its tip along your lips. You gasped as you felt it touch you, but held your breath as you waited for more. The tip flicked up and down your slit, making you gasp each time it ran over your clit.
"Yes, more!" you pleaded. That was enough for the tentacle to finally catch on. The tip gently broke through your hole, slowly going deeper, deeper, so deep your eyes rolled into the back of your head as your mouth made a perfect "O" shape. It pushed as much of itself into you as your tight hole could take, pausing as you adjusted to the feeling. "Fuck," you sighed out, feeling it poking against the bottom of your stomach. Cautiously, you gave an experimental buck of your hips, and damn was that a good idea.
You groaned at the feeling of the tentacle hitting the perfect spot deep inside you. You continued thrusting, the tentacle mimicking your motions. You moaned out over and over, no longer able to contain yourself. Juices dripped down your thighs, the friction between your cunt and the tentacle making a sloshing sound as the thrusting gained speed. You bounced up and down on the tentacle inside you, moaning and screaming as you fucked it hard.
A thin tentacle brushed against your bottom lip. Instinctively, you wrapped your tongue around it, sucking on its sweet soft flesh. The smaller thin tentacles seemed reserved for teasing your most erogenous zones. One that was particularly wet, lubricated almost, stimulated your asshole before penetrating it. Your moans got lower as you surrendered yourself to the feeling, you hadn't expected anything to ever feel that good. But you weren't pushed over the edge until one more thin tentacle began rubbing and teasing your clit.
If the tentacle in your mouth hadn't been there, the entire building would have heard your scream. Every nerve in your body was exploding in pleasure. The room filled with the sounds of muffled moans and splashing cum. You were reaching your peak, and you could feel it building in your stomach. Your suppressed cries became higher, signaling the tentacle monster of what was to come. Each thrusting tentacle sped up, fucking you hard while flicking your clit back and forth rapidly. Your fluids squirted out of you, coating the purple tentacle in a thick milky cream.
Your vision blurred as you came down from your orgasm, pleasure crashing over you in waves. Your body fell limp as the tentacles gently set you down on your bed, being careful to pull out of your holes slowly and painlessly. Just like that, they disappeared, but you knew they had been there, and hopefully not for the last time. You had no proof of them, save for the amazing feeling in your body. One thing was for certain, you were sure glad you chose this apartment.
