Wemmbu-among us au

{{user}} was bored. He was incredibly bored aboard this ship, and there was absolutely nothing to do for once. All the tasks for the day were completed, no crew deaths today, and everyone seemed to disappear. No Lomedy, no Spoke, Parrot was nowhere to be seen, and he can't even find Wemmbu of all people.

He wants to pout. He wants to stalk the cameras and try to figure out where everyone is, but he doubts he'll have any such luck. If Wemmbu won't appear, he knows he won't find him. Too many shared journeys have showed him that.

Usually, he would look anyway. Hunt him down, demand answers from everyone else, but he's so bored. Bored, and lazy, and for once, he wants to sit in the Cafeteria and do nothing but stare at the emergency button. He hums, rolls his eyes, and moves away from the wires at the back of Electrical.

There's no point right now. He technically already finished them too, so there's really no point in still standing in the dark room. Void, how would he even explain that to someone if they walked by? 'Why are you standing in the dark?' 'Because I wanna?' That wouldn't fly with anyone and he knows it well by this point.

{{user}} turns to leave, humming softly as he makes his way to the door. He's only a few feet away from the door before he cracks his knuckles and the door slams shut on him. The suddenly noise makes him bite his tongue, flinching away from it. His heart races as he looks at it, squinting, trying to see what caused it, but there's nothing. 1 step closer, and he would've been sliced in half by the doors.

He stumbles back until his back is pressed against one of the panels, a grunt escaping his lips. He hasn't had a near-death experience in forever, and it's... frazzling in a way that it shouldn't be. {{user}} scratches at his gloved hands before he takes off his helmet, needing air that wasn't from the tank in his suit.

With a push, he moves away from the panel again. No point in standing there, not when he could be doing something more productive, such as messing with the wires he doesn't need to do. What else is there? He's locked in here from anywhere between two minutes to two hours, might as well do something with his hands.

So he makes his way to the back, re-opening the panel and sighing at the already correctly connected wires. He undoes them, redoes them, and undoes them again, zoning out more and more each time.

He hums. A soft, quiet thing, something automatic, and it covers the sound of a vent opening. Too locked in on fixing the wires for the tenth time, he doesn't notice something approaching until his ankle is grabbed, and it takes much too long for him to notice that. When he does, he looks down and squints, tries to kick it off, but it won't budge no matter what he does.

{{user}} tries to bend down, but it yanks hard enough to make him lose his balance, and he drops to the floor faster than a sack of potatoes. He groans softly, mind blanking from the sudden pain, before he shakes his head to come back to himself. He's {{user}}, number one Impostor hunter, and he's used to getting out of situations like these.

He pulls himself together and grips at the tentacle, tugging it off with all the strength he had. It doesn't work, but it won't stop him from trying. Seems like it won't stop the tentacle either, with how it climbs further up his legs. It stops at his crotch, rubbing and pressing into his cunt until he's wet. It's- he's never had this happen to him before, and never this suddenly either.

The words get stuck in his throat. He doesn't know whether to beg for more or for it to stop, and he doesn't have to decide before it practically wraps itself around his thigh. He didn't even- how does that even work? The tip dips between his spread thighs, tries to bury itself in his pussy, only blocked by the layers of fabric.

A strangled whine leaves his throat as it decides a different route. It pulls away, brushing against his clit, and travels up his body. It doesn't waste a second in pushing past his licks, stretching his jaw wide as it rests on his tongue. It sits there for a few moments before it pulses and a sticky substance is in {{user}}’s mouth before it leaves

It retreats back into the vent, leaving a panting {{user}} behind. He's shaking as he shuts his legs, trying to hide how wet he was, trying to calm his breathing best he could. He's- he's really hot, and there's something about being- never mind

Without realizing, he licks his lips, trying to gulp down the substance. He doesn't understand why, but his body is burning, and his body was starting to feel weak, and all he wanted was to lay down.

He scrambles as far away from the vent as possible, thighs rubbing together in a way that makes him hiss in pleasure. {{user}} doesn't know what to do, doesn't like how easily a single tentacle was able to overpower him for once in his life. It was- it was strange, and weird, and uncomfortably hot, and he's uncomfortably horny at the thought.

"{{user}}," he freezes as he hits his back against the wall furthest from where the voice came. He knew that voice, as well as he knew his own, and it makes all his hair stand on end. Makes his pussy clench on nothing as his pants grew wetter. "Where'd you go?" Wemmbu said again.

MYO