#alien hyunjin
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⎯ ALL MINE. christopher bahng chan
🎧 : christopher bahng x female reader
TROPE. alien chan au, friends to lovers au, eventual smut, minors dni
WORD COUNT. 5.9k
WARNINGS. mentions of war, mentions of aliens
SYNOPSIS. when chan crash-lands on earth after running headfirst into the international space station, he has no choice but to follow the mysterious girl from earth who offers him exactly what he needs - a place to sleep, food to eat, and a pair lips that were practically a dream on their own. chan finds that he is fantasizing about you more and more, until finally, he snaps.
SMUT WARNINGS. nipple play (female receiving), hickeys, making out, tentacle play, corruption kink, spit kink, blindfolding, dom!chan, sub!reader, bulge kink, oral sex (female receiving), unprotected sex
If you were anything, you were smart. Street smart, book smart - a combination of the two.
Any smart person knows not to run towards an explosion. Any smart person knows not to run toward an explosion that came from a ship. Any smart person knows not to run towards an explosion that came from a ship that came from the sky.
And yet, that's exactly what you were doing.
What if someone was hurt? What if there weren't even people on board?
Thoughts ricocheted through your head as you ran, but you didn't react to any of them. The only thing in your mind was getting to that sleek silver work of aerospace art that had collapsed onto the property of you and your college roommate’s newly purchased farmhouse.
When you arrived at the crash site, it was burning. But not regular flames - these were purple. Tendrils of violet and lavender reached up to the sky, grasping for the sky, never to reach.
You froze, watching someone stumble out of the wreck, coughing and dusted in a layer of dark ash. "Fuck!" They yelled, turning and kicking the ship, not minding the fire. "Fucking fuckity fuck!"
You weren't sure what to do. Should you approach the guy, or should you hide and watch from a distance, until you knew he wasn't a threat? What would a smart person do . . .
Thankfully, you didn't have to think that hard. The person turned, catching a glimpse of you through the trees.
"Hello?" he called - you could see he looked more masculine now, but you couldn't make out the details of his face or clothes.
"Is that yours?" you ask, dumbfounded.
"What do you think?" he snapped. He had an accent - vaguely Australian sounding, but not quite. His voice was deep and full, and sent a corkscrew of warmth down your spine.
"Well I'd assume so, but people out here have been getting wild lately."
The man shook his head, groaning and pressing his face into his hands.
"What's your name?" you call after a moment of watching him mentally decompose.
He doesn't answer for a minute. Then, "Chan." It's muffled through his fingers, but you hear it. "Bang Chan." Then he looks up, eyes meeting yours. "Yours?"
"Y/N."
"Pretty."
Silence again.
"How'd your ship crash anyways?"
Chan shakes his head. "Your fucking International Space Station."
You pause. "What?"
"The International Space Station - you know what that is right?"
"Obviously. You said your. As if it's not yours too. It's international." You suppose a smart person would have caught on by now, and you slowly were. But you don't want to admit it - it's impossible, isn't it?
"Y/N, darling, I'm not from Earth so therefore the word 'international' does not apply to me, so yes, I meant your stupid fucking space station took out my stupid fucking spaceship."
You stare at him, mouth hanging open. It's only when a little bit of drool threatened to slip out that you close it. "You mean you're-"
"An alien~ wooooooo." He turned towards me on the "woo", half-heartedly making an impression of a ghost from a shitty 80s horror movie. "Scared?"
You just blink. "Not scared . . . maybe a little confused?"
"Why?"
"If you wanted to hurt me you would have done it already."
Chan is crossing to you now, tilting his head as he stops a few feet from you. "How do you know I won't hurt you? My species loves feasting on humans. How do you know I'm not saving you for later?"
"Maybe you are. Later is later, whatever. I have so many questions."
Chan pretends to pout. "I don't really wanna answer them."
"Can I have three?" You pretend to pout back, rolling your eyes.
He nods, waving me on.
"Why Earth?"
"Just what I was passing by."
"Where are you from?"
"A planet called Levanter. On the planet, I'm from District 9."
You take in the information, calculating your final question. "Are you really gonna eat me?"
Chan laughs. "No, of course not. That would be bad etiquette."
You smile a little as he turns away. "Levanter is where you're from?"
He hums in response, nodding. "Levanter is an ugly planet. You wouldn't like it."
"What makes you think that?"
"It's dying. All black rocks and lava and women with no teeth."
"What?"
He frowns. "Levanter's dying, and its people are too. Everyone is as ugly as the planet."
Before you can bite your tongue, you blurt out, "You're not ugly."
Chan scoffs. "Please. By standards on Levanter, I'm purely average. I have this friend named Hyunjin-" He pauses, as if checking the amount of information he gives you. "Anyway. I have to fix my ship now. So if you could-"
"I have space. Where you could fix it. And tools." You can't help but want to know more about this mysterious world of Levanter, and Chan's home of District 9. You also don't want to leave the strange alien-man wandering around in the woods near your house - you'd rather be able to keep an eye on him, especially since your new neighbors are nosy. You're sure that the people of your town wouldn't take Chan's arrival on Earth as well as you had. "And food," you add. "You eat, right?"
"Everything eats, Y/N."
"So will you come with me? It's getting late." You motion at the sinking sun, which has just begun to dip below the horizon, casting a beautiful light show of crimson, gold, and vermillion across the atmosphere. "We can leave your ship here, if it makes you feel better. We can get it tomorrow morning. No one ever comes out here."
"You came out here."
I sigh. "I saw your ship crash. Seeing as no one else is here, I'm assuming I was the only one. Plus, you need to get your wounds treated. That doesn't look too good." You motion to a gash on his shoulder, exposed where his suit had torn. It looks fresh, and you gather that it was from the crash.
Chan pauses, thinking for a minute, then nods. "We'll leave the ship here, and bring it to your safe place tomorrow. Right?"
"Right. Is that okay?"
He nods again, starting to follow you as you turn on your heels.
It's a fifteen minute walk back to your small farmhouse, shared with Mina, your roommate, who texted you the day before that she was staying in the city with her boyfriend for the week.
"No one else is home," you explain to him as you push open the door. The city you attended college was only an hour from the seemingly-middle-of-nowhere location you and Mina had chosen to stay over the summer, which meant she could visit her boyfriend, who had bought an apartment on campus.
"You live with someone else?"
You nod. "Her name's Mina. She won't be home for a few days though. How long will it take for you to get your ship back up and running?"
"A week, maybe two?"
You cough. "Two weeks?"
He shrugs. "I didn't look at the damage at all. I just followed you. I won't really have a good idea until I look tomorrow."
You stare out the window, eyes focused on your old Land Rover in the driveway. "Okay."
"Do you have anything to eat? I'm really hungry," Chan says, laughing a little. "I had plenty of food on the ship, but I'm guessing it might be a little burnt right now."
“Maybe just a little,” you agree. “What kind of food do people on Levanter eat?”
He shrugs. “I like Nilla wafers.”
“What?”
“Those come from Earth, don’t they? Nilla wafers. Do you have any?”
You shake your head slowly. “I could run out and get some, if you’d like.” You’re baffled. Here’s this strange alien-man with an Australianish and who you can see has at least three knives on him currently, and here he is asking for Nilla wafers. “You’re a silly dude, Chan.”
He shrugs.
“Do you really want Nilla wafers?”
Another shrug.
“Do you want me to go get you some? It’ll probably take me around a half an hour.”
Yet another shrug. You glare at Chan, who gives you a half-hearted thumbs up.
“You’re so . . .”
“Infuriating?”
“Human,” you finish, staring at him.
“Humans descend from people on Levanter. We migrated here long ago - when we first found out our planet was dying. The lucky ones escaped to here - paradise. The unfortunate were left to die on Levanter.”
You stare at him. “Then how come people don’t know about Levanter here? Or that there are other beings in space?”
Chan sighs. “They wanted a fresh start here. The ships dropped them off ass naked and freezing to the bone. That’s what you call Neanderthals, right? Memories fade over time, and over millennia, I guess it’s easy to forget about what you don’t want to remember.”
You stare at him. “So Earth has this big crazy lore and no one even knows about it? What the fuck?”
Chan nods. “I know it sounds crazy. You don’t have to believe me.”
And yet, you trust him. You believe that Chan is telling the truth.
The two of you sit in silence for a few minutes, letting the new world of information sink into your mind. It’s hard to wrap your head around, and even harder to realize that you’re probably the only Earth-born person alive to know about the existence of Levanter and entities beyond Earth. And here, one of them is sitting in your kitchen, drinking chocolate milk out of a bright blue sippy cup.
Finally, you clap your hands together, startling Chan. “Okay. Should we go to the store?”
“Like a grocery store? For what?”
“Nilla wafers, dummy.”
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Eight days after Chan landed on Earth, it feels like you’ve lived together for an eternity. Like he’s a regular human guy, who goes to college with you - maybe he majors in something dumb like English.
He works on his ship during the day, and you visit him, working on summer homework in the back corner of the barn, listening to him tell stories about Levanter and his family, and his dog Berry (dogs were also apparently Levanter-delivered to Earth, because humans were too incompetent to survive on their own).
He’s moved on from his short-lived obsession with Nilla wafers, moving onto the strange discovery of sprinkles, which he now keeps a tin of in his back pocket. The first day he was here, you went out and thrifted a bunch of clothes for him that weren’t a space suit, since most of his burnt up in the crash. He liked the baggy jeans and knit sweaters you brought back for him, saying that if you ever needed to borrow one, he'd be happy to lend it to you.
You're curled up in one of his sweatshirts currently, sitting on a hay bale in the barn, watching Chan as he works on his ship. The night breeze tickles what little skin you have exposed, and you shiver under the mint-green layer. It smells like him, you note. Something homely but unfamiliar to you, although it felt like you should know it. The scent gives you heavy eyelids.
"'S fucking hot in here," Chan mutters, turning around to look at you.
You shiver in response, shaking your head. "I don't know how you're hot."
"Are you cold? Come here." Chan opens his arms as he waddles toward you, wrapping his body around yours in a warm hug. He looks down at you. "Should we call it a night? I need to let a few things sit in there."
You nod sleepily, letting him gently tug you to your feet.
"Tired too?" Chan asks. He tsks. "Y/N, why didn't you tell me earlier?"
"I wanted to sit with you. I like your stories," you mumble.
"Of Levanter?"
"Your sister, your dog. Your music."
In the short while you've known Chan, you've discovered lots about him. He produces music on Levanter, and was a part of a music group before he and the rest of his band enlisted in the military. He has a dog, a sister, a brother, and two great parents. He and his friend Felix were both pilots in the military of District 9, which was at war with District 16. He and Felix had been on a deep space mission when they were struck by a meteor storm, and Chan was blown off course. He ran straight into Earth's International Space Station, and landed in your backyard.
And that's how he ended up here, with you peacefully sleeping beside him on the couch of your living room. He couldn't help but watch you. Your lips were parted slightly, eyes flitting back and forth beneath your lids, chest rising and falling with your gentle breathing.
How can someone be so beautiful? he thought. Sure, women on Levanter were usually not too pretty - but even compared to the other Earth-born women he had seen on TV and such, you were like a goddess. Chan found himself wanting to drop to his knees every time you entered the room, and treat you exactly how a goddess should be treated.
Yesterday, he had awoken in a cold sweat after having a dream exactly like that. He was on his knees in front of you, lips trailing up and down the insides of your thighs while you fell apart above him. Such pretty sounds dream you had made.
Chan shakes off the memory. He's only known you for eight days, how is he having thoughts like this? And yet he can't shake the image of your pretty eyes watching him, hooded, and your lips parted for a completely different reason. He wondered what you taste like. Sweet, he finally decides. Like raspberries.
He watches you for a while longer, ignoring the quiet noise of the television in the background. Finally, when he decides you won't be waking up any time soon, he walks quietly over to you and scoops you into his arms, bridal style.
You stir a little as he lifts you, and mumble into his chest, "Fucking chinchillas." He wonders what you could possibly be dreaming about that you're having an argument with chinchillas.
Chan's careful as he goes up the stairs, making sure not to trip over the crooked sixth step. When he gets to your room, he carefully lies you in your bed, pulling your blanket up over you after he did so.
He turns toward your closet, where his small repertoire of Earthy clothes are sitting on one of your abandoned shelves. Softly, he changes his clothes into pajamas, opting to put on a pair of black and white plaid pajama pants and leaving his shirt off. When he steps out of your closet, you're still fast asleep, facing the opposite wall.
He leaves your room quietly, making his way down the hall to your roommate, Mina's room. You told him a few days ago that Mina was staying with her boyfriend in the city nearby for a little bit, so he didn't have to worry about sleeping in her bed or intruding on her space. You assured him that he should make himself at home, but he still got a little nervous every time he walked in the room, feeling out of place.
He sat down on the edge of the bed, sighing, and tapping his intercom face. Though the screen was damaged, he had kept it on his wrist since he had arrived on Earth. The screen remained dark, and he tapped it again, twice this time.
Suddenly, there was a holographic image of Felix standing in front of him. The hologram was shaky and out of focus, but it was definitely Felix - what other soldier with an intercom had bright blue hair and wore a sweater vest?
"Chan?" Felix asked. "Where . . . disappeared . . . went home . . . sorry . . . are you?"
"You're cutting out," Chan said, standing. "Felix, wait, say that again, you're-"
"Come . . . invasion . . . soldiers . . . pick up . . . weeks . . ."
"You keep cutting out." Chan's voice was raising. Stupid fucking broken intercom. Suddenly, the communication cut out entirely, and Chan was once again left in silence in the strange room.
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You were screaming. That's all you could register as you sat up straight in your bed, breathing heavily.
Chan's in your room in a heartbeat. He's shirtless, wearing a pair of pajama pants you remember buying for him. "Y/N? Y/N! Hey, what happened?" He's in front of you now, hands on your shoulders and face inches from yours, searching your features in a frenzy.
And now you're crying. You can't even remember what you were dreaming about anymore. Just the fact that Chan had sprinted from his room to yours in a matter of seconds just to make sure you were okay is enough to make you cry. You're so cool, Y/N. You roll your eyes at yourself mentally.
Chan pauses awkwardly in front of you as you bury your face in your plush blanket. "What the fuck?" you manage to say, wiping your tears as you look back up at him.
"Are you okay?" he asks gently.
"Yeah. Yeah, I'm okay."
"Okay. Breathe with me, okay? In . . . eight, seven six . . . out . . . four, five, six . . ."
You realize he's doing Box Breathing with you, a military technique for staying calm. Moments like this, seeing him so humanly, you forget he's a soldier - and one not even of this world. You forget he's killed, and injured, and committed heinous crimes against other beings.
"See? Everything's fine." Chan reaches out, taking your hand in his. You look down, caught off guard, and take in how veiny his hands are, how nimble and long his pretty fingers look. "Just breathing. Yeah?"
You look back up at his face. "Thank you."
"Yeah, of course."
The two of you sit in silence for a moment.
"Can you stay with me?" you ask quietly. "In case that . . . happens again."
Chan nods. "Do you want me on the floor?"
You shake your head. "You can stay in my bed. It's the least I can do, if you're gonna stay in here."
He gives you a small smile, dimples extra deep-looking in the moonlight.
You move over, closer to the wall your bed is pushed against, and let Chan get in next to you.
He slides softly under the covers, and you feel his arm touching yours as the two of you look up at the ceiling.
"Do you miss Levanter?" you ask him quietly.
Chan is silent for a minute. Then, "No."
"No?" You turn over to face him, propping your head up on your elbow and curling your knees to your chest. The room is dark, but you catch a glimpse of his eyes raking up and down your legs.
He turns too. "Y/N, you don't know what it's like to be a soldier on a dying planet. Riots, homicides, bombings . . . they're everyday things no matter where you are on the planet. Here it's . . ." he pauses, looking for the word. "This is the safest I've ever felt, actually."
You stare at him, overcome with emotion. You can't even begin to imagine the traumatic events he's witnessed, the countless lives he himself has had to take, the amount of people he's watched the life seep away from.
"Look." Chan sits up, turning away from you so that his bare back is in front of you. You try to ignore the way his muscles ripple as he moves, the way they flex tenderly beneath the skin. "Can you see?" You nod, taking in what's on top of the muscles. Scars. Tons of them, big and small, twisting across the canvas of flesh on his back.
"You have so many scars," you murmur, slowly reaching out to touch one right below his left shoulder blade.
He hisses quietly, wincing away gingerly. It's an inhumane sound, one that a snake might produce, and you're reminded that Chan isn't actually a human. Humans may have evolved from his species, but you have no idea of his anatomy and physiology - you can only assume it's similar to yours. "That's war, love."
Love. You try not to shiver at the unexpected pet name. "I'm sorry."
He looks at you over his shoulder. "Why are you sorry?"
"That this happened. That your planet is like this. That-"
"Stop." Chan's hand is covering your mouth. "You shouldn't be sorry. Let's not talk about this any more."
You nod.
"Y/N?"
"Yeah?" You glance over at him.
"Is it weird if I ask to kiss you?"
Your heart is pounding out of your chest, threatening to jump out and give Chan a big old smooch itself.
"I-no. It's not weird. Why though?"
He shrugs. "Wanna see if Earth people do it differently."
You stare at him. "Do you think we do?"
"There's only one way to find out." His lips are on yours. They're big, plush, soft against yours, groping desperately for a hold on your mouth. He's a fantastic kisser, pausing to bite your lip gently and pull it towards him. He lets go, and his lips are back on you in a moment, soothing the pain.
When he pulls away, he swears he's never seen a prettier sight. The neck of your sweater is pulled down, exposing your bare shoulder, and your lips are swollen and red. You're looking up at Chan through hooded eyes, trying to guess his next move.
Chan moves closer to you, gently pushing you down against the pillows. Not with either of his hands, you realize as he hovers over you, because they're both supporting his weight on either side of your head. You look down, seeing a flash of purple disappear behind Chan's back.
"What was that?" you ask him.
"What was what?"
"You know exactly what I'm talking about." You jerk your head at his hands.
Chan sighs. "I thought you might get scared, but I got carried away. I won't bring it out again. I'm sorry."
"Don't fucking apologize. Can I see it?"
"What?"
"Can I see your weird tentacle thing?"
His weird tentacle thing pokes up over his shoulder, slithering through the air towards you. You reach out, brushing your nails over it, and Chan shivers, grabbing your wrist. "Don't."
"Why not?"
"Please don't."
"Why?"
"It . . ." Chan pauses. "It feels good."
You raise your eyebrows. "What do you mean?" You reach for it again, this time with your other hand, but his other hand shoots out to grab you.
"Y/N." His eyes are dark, watching you carefully. "Don't."
"What'll happen if I do?"
"God, Y/N." Chan is standing now, pacing around the room, his tentacle trailing in a wave pattern behind him.
"What's the big deal?" you ask. "If it feels good, why can't I touch it?"
"Because," Chan says, "once it starts I don't know if I'll be able to stop." He kneels next to your bed, looking up at you pleadingly. "I don't want to hurt you."
You bring your face closer to his, tilting your head and breathing in his sweet scent. "What if I don't want you to be able to stop? Who says people from Levanter don't fuck the same way people from Earth do?"
Chan snaps. In one motion, he's pulled you from your bed, tangled in blankets, and has you pressed into the fluffy fabric of your rug. "You don't know what you're getting yourself into," he says softly, voice deep.
"I have a pretty good idea. Plus, it's good experimentation, right?"
Chan grins, face moving closer to yours. You lean up to kiss him, but you feel something pinning you down - his tentacle, you realize.
"Not so quick, pretty."
You barely register the fact that his tentacle is taking off your shirt. All you can think of is that Chan called you pretty.
"Take your time," he chides, tracing his fingers slowly, teasingly up your bare abdomen.
"Are you kidding?"
His lips move down to yours, smile pressing against your mouth. "I'm dead serious."
You giggle a little, but are quieted quickly when his tentacle taps lightly against your hip, then traces itself towards your core. Chan leans back to look at you - half dressed, lips puffy, eyes lidded, chest heaving already. "You're perfect," he mumbles, leaning down to kiss right under your bra. He slides the fingers of his right hand up to your bra as well, sneaking them under your bra to roll your nipple between them. You gasp a little at the contact, and he looks up at you, grinning. "You like that?"
You nod quickly, and he squeezes your nipple a little, pushing your bra up at the same time so he can watch it. He stares, almost fascinated, as he tweaks and pulls and rubs your nipple. At one particularly harsh tug, you moan out quietly.
"That's so fuckin' hot," Chan mumbles, moving up so that he can lick your nipple. He runs his tongue harshly around it, seemingly trying to bury itself in the little hole in the center. Then he wraps his beautiful lips around it and sucks in, breathing in deeply as though it was the best thing he'd ever tasted. "You're divine, love," he mumbles around your tit.
You feel his tentacle tracing your neck, slowly wrapping around it. "Chan," you say quickly, a little panicked.
"Sh, sh." His hand reaches up to cover your mouth, his own lips still hanging loosely on your nipple. "It's okay." As if reading your fears straight out of your mind, he adds, "I have complete control over it. It's not trying to kill you. Is this okay, or do you want me to stop?"
"Don't you fucking dare stop."
He chuckles against your skin, letting his tentacle fully wrap around your throat. It squeezes a tiny bit, and you gasp at the feeling, your hips bucking up towards Chan. He tsks, tilting his head up at you and unlatching his mouth from your tit.
"Chan," you mumble, "Need more."
"More? More how? Show me."
You take his hand, watching him with hooded eyes, and pull it down to your core. The moment he comes in contact with you over your shorts you shiver.
"You're so sensitive," Chan says, lips turned up in a half smile as he watches you.
"Are you not?" You wrap your hands around part of the tentacle around your throat, testing the waters by stroking it a little, and his eyes roll back in his head, his entire body convulsing over you.
"Holy fuck," you say. "Chan, did you just-"
"No! No. No. I'm not- no."
You sit up, eyes widening. "Channie, did you really-"
His hand covers your mouth. "I didn't cum if that's what you're asking. I just wasn't expecting it."
"Are you sure? 'Cause you look like you just descended into heaven and came back down a changed man."
Chan scoffs. "I did not descend into heaven."
You pump his tentacle again, and he doubles over, face pressed into your neck, a low groan tearing from his throat. "That's so fuckin' hot," you mumble.
Then, Chan is up again, pushing you once again back down into your pillows, this time using his tentacle to pin both hands above your head. "No touching, now," he says lowly.
You bite your tongue as he takes hold of your chin, turning your head so he can examine you. "Such a pretty little thing. I wanna ruin you."
You've never been more turned on in your entire life.
"Open," he says, one finger tapping your lips twice. You open your mouth obediently, and Chan leans forward. He opens his mouth, and a glowing blue liquid drips from his mouth into yours. He just spit in my mouth, you realize.
"Now you're mine." Chan watches as you swirl the spit around in your mouth. "All mine."
You hardly have time to ask what he means before his lips are on you again. You break the kiss away, looking up at Chan. "Fuck me. Rail me. Whatever you wanna fucking do- I need more."
He smiles. "Your wish is my command. But first . . ." He stands up next to your bed, his tentacle still holding your arms in place over your head, and pulls off his pajama pants, leaving him bare except for a pair of Calvin Klein boxers. He pauses in front of you, lips parted. "Do you trust me?"
"Yes." It's the fastest you've ever answered a question, you think.
He nods, taking his pant leg and draping it over your eyes. "Lift your head," he says. You do as he says, and feel him tie it in the back. You're blindfolded, your sense of sight blocked by a pair of black and white pajama pants. The pants smell good, you realize. Like rosewater.
Meanwhile, Chan pauses above you, one leg on either side of your hips. He looks down at your still form, arms draped above your head, eyes covered, stomach inflating and deflating with every breath you take. "Let's get rid of these first," he mumbles, pulling off your shorts. He watches as goosebumps spread along your body, the act foreign to him.
He runs his finger over your panties experimentally, and your hips jerk up into his palm, searching for friction. "Woah, woah. Needy, needy."
"Wasn't expecting it," you say softly.
Chan moves down so that his face is level with your core, pressing a gentle kiss over the fabric of your underwear. You squirm a little, and he moves his palm to press flat against your pelvis, holding you in place.
Gently, he hooks one finger under your panties and pulls them down off you. His eyes stay completely attached to your glistening cunt, watching for any little movement you make. Then, slowly, he leans forward to kiss it.
You moan the moment his lips touch you, wrapping around your clit. "Fuck," you breathe out, hands grasping tightly onto each other, still rendered useless by Chan's tentacle.
Chan looks up, gouging your reaction to his movements. You cum once, twice, three times on his tongue before you're using your legs to shove him away, the alien completely pussy-drunk.
His boxers are off and he's inside you before you can even ask him for it. Chan knows he's purely average-sized on Levanter, but here, on Earth, he has a monster cock. When he bottoms out inside you, listening to your pretty sounds and the way your face contorts so delightfully, he can already see the shadow of his cock bulging through your stomach. He runs his hand over it, pressing a little where it's most prominent, and you throw your head back. "Look at this, pretty girl." Chan reaches up to take your chin again, tilting your head so you can see the bulge. "So beautiful," he mumbles to himself, shallowly thrusting.
As his thrusts get faster, deeper, harder, he leans forward, kissing you, but in the overwhelming pleasure neither Chan nor you can keep your lips attached, mouths parted open instead as you near your highs.
"Chan, Chan, I'm gonna cum," you say. "Chan-" Then you're shaking violently, entire body tensed and head thrown back as an almost animalistic noise rips out of your throat.
Your walls squeeze tight around Chan, and his lips drop to press against your shoulder, muffling his groans as he thrusts one last time, much harder into you, and cum spurts out of him, coating the inside of you.
The two of you lie in silence for a few minutes, before Chan rolls off you and gets out of bed. "Where are you going?" you call after him, but he doesn't respond.
You sulk back into your sheets, annoyed. Twenty minutes later, the pretty alien returns wearing a new pair of pajama pants, and carrying with him a wet washcloth, bowl of ramen, and bottle of water.
"Chan . . ." you say quietly.
He sits down next to you, surveying your body. His cum is dripping out of you - shimmering blue. "Are you tired?" he asks.
You shake your head. "Wanna talk to you."
He smiles. "You eat and drink. I'll clean you up, and then we can talk, okay?"
You stare at him for a moment as he hands you the bowl of ramen and water, wondering how he could possibly be real. That pretty smile with those gorgeous dimples, on the same body as those perfect abs and massive dick - not to mention the fact that twenty minutes ago, he was railing you into your next life, and now he's sitting in front of you like he's your babysitter.
"I looked up a phrase, while I was making this," Chan mumbles as he runs the washcloth of your center, wiping up his cum off you and cleaning you up. "A word, actually." He folds the washcloth over so his cum is stuck inside and deposits it gently by your door, then returns to hand you what you can only imagine is one of the sweaters you got for him, since it's not one of yours. He goes to your closet, and gets out a fresh pair of panties. You reach to take them from him, but he shakes his head, sliding them onto your legs and up until your thighs. "Hips up, sweetheart," he says, concentrated. You do as he asks, and he finishes putting your panties back on.
"What word?" you ask, watching him crawl back over you to get into bed.
"L-O-V-E. How do you say it?"
"Love." You look over at him. "You don't know that word?"
He shakes his head. "It's not something we have a name for on Levanter. I guess people there tend to not care as much. I like the word though."
"Why did you want to know it?"
"Because I think it applies here. To me, at least. For you."
You turn over to face Chan. "What do you mean?"
"I love you." You can tell he's blushing, and you giggle when he asks, "That's how you say it, right?"
"Yeah, it is."
"Okay. Yeah. Good. I mean, Y/N, I know I've only been here for, what, two weeks? But, I don't know. Everyday I just . . . I want to spend more time with you. And get to know you, and make you food, and give you kisses, and, I don't know, raise kids with you, and buy a house together. Never go back to Levanter. I want to just . . . stay here."
You want to cry, all of a sudden. "You wanna stay here? On Earth?"
Chan takes your hand, lacing his fingers with yours and rubbing his thumb over your own. "Yeah. If you'd have me, I think."
"Chan, what about your parents, your sister? Your friends? Felix?."
He looks down. "Felix is coming to find me. I'll have a chance to say goodbye. Y/N, nothing is honestly that important to me but you right now."
You quiet your voice, and ask again, "You really want to stay on Earth?"
"Yes. But, look, that doesn't mean we have to stay. There's a whole world out there, love. We could always visit Levanter - or if you didn't want to go I could go by myself."
"Your ship is still broken though."
Chan's eyes are glued to your wall.
"Right?"
"My ship has been fixed for three days," he mumbles. "I just . . . didn't want to leave. Like I said, I think I'm in love with you."
"I love you too, Chan."
The two of you sit in silence for a little longer, and you nestle close to Chan, tucking yourself into his chest as his arms wrap around you.
"So," you ask, looking up at him. "Do people on Earth kiss differently than people on Levanter?"
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【Ｍｅｄｄｌｅ Ａｂｏｕｔ】 C h O n e : P l a n e t M i r o h
⭐︎ IN COLLABORATION WITH @jonespicy
⭐︎ PAIRING: HYUNJIN X READER
⭐︎ WORD COUNT: 1,020
⭐︎ WARNINGS: crying, pet names (darling), mentions of a technical miscarriage, dirty jokes (1), home sickness,
⭐︎ SYNPOSIS: after finding out about her boyfriends more alien side in the bedroom and exploring it, he further explains the normal things on his homeworld that are considered taboo on Earth. Especially with his seven friends.
Being a scientist meant taking risks, so when you ‘bred’ with Hyunjin, you expected that his egg would actually live.
Unfortunately for either of you, the egg didn’t take, and the way Hyunjin cried for a little more than a few hours made you want to try and find ways to actually have an alien child.
You spent the next couple of nights trying to find his home planet, and to see if you could study the female reproductive system, see what you were actually missing, the reason why the egg couldn’t take.
Soon days began to blend with nights, pulling all nighters after all nighters. It made Hyunjin worry more than anything, that at one point he had to drag you from your lab.
“Just one more look and I’ll come to—“ He quickly cut you off, refraining you from carrying on.
“You haven’t slept since you walked into this lab, you look sickly darling..” Hyunjin muttered, walking over to where you were sitting and squatting down to your level. “What are you even doing in here? I thought you didn’t need to do any research for a little while..”
“I’ve been.. since we found out the egg didn’t take— I’ve just— I’m..” you couldn’t seem to find the words with the way he looked at you with such worry, “it’s nothing..”
He sighed at the way you tried to brush it off, gently reaching to cup your cheek, “You can be honest with me, y’know? You don’t have to hide away..”
You knew you could be honest with him, you just felt more or less worried he’d find it concerning you’re spending all your nights looking for answers.
After a few moments of contemplating and silence, you sighed and decided to give in.
“I’ve been trying to find your home planet.. I knew that if I could find it, I could learn about the female reproductive system but I haven’t found a single thing.. it’s like your planet isn’t even in our solar system..” you showed him the amount of writing you had done after countless nights of research.
“That’s because it isn’t.. when I first crashed on earth, it wasn’t exactly what I wanted.. I was going to Saturn, but a meteor hit my ship and directed me towards earth. Meeting friends on Saturn isn’t exactly the smartest thing to do..” he joked towards the end, looking at you with a soft smile, “but when I crashed on earth, and when I saw you for the first time, it was like that meteor was meant to hit..”
You watched his facial features shift, the way his expression changed as he tried to find the right words, “but your ship is wrecked now, and you can’t go home..”
“I don’t think I want to go home, not after I met you.” He admitted, sitting up to pull you close and press a loving kiss to your lips.
That kiss was held for a little while before you pulled away, “You’re so sweet, Hyune..” you smiled at him, nuzzling your nose against his.
“And you're sweeter.. you taste sweet too.” He teased a smirk on his face, making you flush and look away.
“Anyway.. You said your planet isn’t in the solar system?” He asked, turning to your digital map of space itself.
He hummed in response, grabbing a nearby stool to sit next to you, “Yeah, you guys would call it exoplanet.” He hummed out, looking at all of your research with fascination.
“What’s it called? Have we discovered it yet?” You quickly turned to him, expression now begging for answers.
“Gliese 581g, that’s the planet, or that’s what you call it at least.”
“What is the real name of Gliese 581g?”
“Miroh.” He replied, pulling up the images of his planet.
“Wow.. Plante Miroh.. It’s very similar to earth—“ you looked at Hyunjin with a deadpan expression.
“Well, remember when I told you our species is similar to humans? That’s the reason why.” He explained, now getting off of the stool and typing in some of his own knowledge about his planet.
“No humans have visited before?”
“Nope, and I don’t think they ever will..”
You frowned at the way he sounded so sad about it, “What if I wanna go?”
“You can’t, my ship is wrecked and I haven’t talked to my friends for almost months now. We’re too far to communicate..” Hyunjin did seem very sad about his friends, and the way it seemed like he was just about to cry made it even worse.
“I could make a machine? Maybe?”
“It’s pointless, and very difficult. We’re light-years away from Miroh..” he huffed, watching your hand cup his cheek and wipe away any stray tears.
“There’s always hope..” You reassured him, pressing a kiss to his forehead before turning to your laptop and beginning to look for ways to get radio frequencies from space.
“I think if there’s a way to cut into radio frequencies like connecting to a ship, maybe we could reach them. There could be a lucky chance they're on their ship and you could talk to them, maybe it’ll be your chance to go home.” You were so determined to get answers that you didn’t even realize that he was looking at you with a saddened expression.
“If I go home then I won’t be with you. I don’t want to leave without you.” He was automatically straight forward and you didn’t know what hurt more, the way he was practically begging you or the way that you didn’t want him to leave without you as well.
Pausing on your research you sigh gently, running a hand through your slightly tangled hair, thinking for a moment.
“Then I’ll go with you. I know that it’s technically dangerous but if you want me to go so badly then I will.” You watched as his face lit up, and you couldn’t help but smile at him.
Quickly, he went to pepper you in kisses, “Yes! You won’t regret it I promise you..”
“Well then, the mission to contact your friends is a go.”
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S P A C E B O Y - Alien!Hyunjin x Human!Reader
summary: hyunjin is an alien and he fucks you. that’s it. that’s the story
warning: sexual content 18+, alien genitalia, anal play, drool/saliva stuff
You still don't understand what you're dealing with, do you? Perfect organism. Its structural perfection is matched only by its hostility.
You admire it.
I admire its purity. A survivor, unclouded by conscience, remorse, or delusions of morality.
“Are you unclouded by conscience, remorse, or delusions of morality?”
Hyunjin makes sure to take his time to answer your question. He’s almost too interested in the despair and downfall of Nostromo’s crew as they scramble to find a solution for the terrors that lie within the dark walls of their ship. As the movie keeps going trudging on in the background, haunting music and fear-filled voices bounce off the walls of your living room, you take the time to admire Hyunjin.
The way his hair frames his face neatly; the way the glitter across his face twinkles with each changing scene on the screen. The way his dark eyes flicker across the screen as more information is divulged. But once it’s clear to him that you won’t stop staring until your pestering has been answered, Hyunjin finally hums something like a response. “Hm?”
“If you hurt me,” you begin again, rolling each word around your head thoughtfully,”would you feel guilty?”
For a moment, Hyunjin continues to be silent. The air around him is entirely still as he thinks on the question. He reaches for the remote slowly and takes his time to find and press the pause button. The television is frozen on an image of the Xenomorph looming above an unsuspecting crew member looking for his cat, Jonesy. The crew member, Brett, is unaware of the ultimate predator lying in wait for the kill.
The silence is eerie and far too long for the question you’ve asked. His answer should be instant.
Yes, I would feel guilty if I hurt you.
Yes, it would make me upset to see you hurt.
Of course, I would feel bad. Why would you say that?
Any of these responses, or variations of them, should come out of his mouth effortlessly and immediately.
A voices in your mind insists, nags even, that Hyunjin is different. Hyunjin contemplates everything as if he needs to envision himself doing the action in order to give you a satisfying answer. Those dark eyes remain eerily still as he thinks it over. His arm, casually resting against the arm of your couch now, forms a comfortable fist-shaped seat for his chin. There is no exertion in his movement, no flexing and relaxing of hard-working muscle, no strain as his body adjusts to involuntary and voluntary movement. Hyunjin’s body doesn’t heave and twitch with signs of life. As still as he is right now, as quiet as he is, Hyunjin could easily be mistaken for a picture or a drawing from someone’s imagination; an image frozen in time.
“I wouldn’t hurt you,” he says earnestly, eyes finally meeting yours from across the couch,”In fact, I do a lot to protect you.”
Your stomach flutters at the admission.
“Oh yeah,” you ask skeptically, praying that the amusement in your voice translates intergalactically,”And what do you do to protect me?” Although Hyunjin is an alien, you’ve done far more to protect him than he could ever to to protect you. The world is vast and dangerous and without proper care, there’s no way Hyunjin would be able to survive on his own. People, humans, are cruel. Never mind the elements, wild animals, and other things on the planet that could potentially kill him instantly.
In the few months that he’s been here, you’ve given Hyunjin food, shelter, and an up-close view of earth he’s never had before. He has access to the internet, to books, to anything that a poor graduate student can offer him really. When you’re away at work, Hyunjin has access to your library of books and the slimy gaping maw that is the internet. In his short time here, he’s learned all kinds of differing languages, cultures, philosophies, and more from the quick taps of your keyboard to your sticker-covered monitor. It only took a day or two for him to fully communicate with you. Although there are still terms and colloquialisms that he doesn’t fully understand, the two of you can speak pretty well.
Your heart does warm at the idea of Hyunjin wanting to protect you in some way. As the weeks have passed, the two of you have gotten about as close as you can to an alien in this situation. Although his statement of protection is comforting and a sign of friendship, the butterflies in your stomach don’t settle at the implications.
Hyunjin isn’t like you, not in the slightest. He probably wasn’t protecting you from your creepy professor or bitchy roommates. Could there be dangerous alien plots waiting to ensnare you? Are there other-worldly visitors that roam the earth alongside him? Visitors that want to cause you and other people of earth harm? Is it some sort of venom that Hyunjin spews out on occasion? What is he protecting you from?
It’s his turn to let out a huff of amused air before giving you a pointed look as if the answer is right there in front of you, obvious and true.
“Well, for one thing,” Hyunjin says with a strange calmness,” this isn’t my real appearance. Do you think my people look like this naturally?”
A breeze flows through you, raising the hairs on the back of your neck and making them prick and tighten. As you look over at Hyunjin on your couch, a spell suddenly breaks and you realize that it is true. You don’t know what he looks like underneath this...disguise.
Hyunjin could look like one of the Greys underneath his glittery flesh suit. He could have large beady black eyes and pincers near his mouth that rip and tear. He could have eyes on the side of his head that turn inwards when he blinks or drifts off to sleep. Hyunjin could be an unfathomable being that would make your head explode if you laid your eyes on him.
Hyunjin is an alien and certainly not international pop star, Hwang. Hyunjin is someone else, something else, wearing a clever disguise. As you look over his features and try your hardest not to show the fear broiling inside you, a seed of doubt in your stomach now burrows its way into the very soil of you.
Hoping humor is something that all distant life forms can understand, you squint your eyes in mock suspicion and hope that the fear that’s beginning to blossom inside of you is completely hidden. You hear a voice that sounds exactly like yours ask,“What do you normally look like?”
Hyunjin’s resulting smile is every bit as patronizing and irritating as it feels. “That’s what I’m protecting you from,” he laughs lightly,”Humans are...delicate. They can barely handle variations in their own species. How would they react to something not of this world?”
As you look at Hyunjin, a sleep-addled memory begins to play behind your eyes. A memory that makes you think about when Hyunjin occasionally does strange things. Like when his mouth opens too wide to eat handfuls of Cheerios or some days when he spends a little too long in the shower and somehow releases a weird iridescent goo all over your bathroom; each goo accident results in a sheepish Hyunjin coming to ask for assistance.
This strange memory occurs when you’re asleep in your room and are abruptly woken up by a series of clicks assaulting your ears from beyond your window. You never remember how or when the figure got inside your bedroom. You only remember the paralysis, the way your body seemed unwilling to move as you watched the creature crawl toward your desk. No matter how much you willed yourself awake, to move, you remained frozen in your bed.
But, really, what would you have done? What would have happened if you turned on the light and faced the creature in that moment? What would actually seeing this creature in the light do to make the situation better or worse?
Then your memory reveals the horror, the fear, of the creature standing to full height, tall and imposing over your desk. It stared at the textbooks you’d left on your desk earlier that night and thumbed through the pages rapidly. It shuttered, twitched, chittered, and moved jerkily as it flipped through each page of your study guide to Human Anatomy & Physiology 2.
Then it happened.
The part that you will always remember clearly.
The dark creature stopped what it was doing and looked up at the poster of Hwang hanging above your desk. It spent some time staring at the poster of Hwang’s blonde hair, his dark roots, the elaborate angle he hung his body, and probably even the glitter dancing across his nose and cheeks. Then a series of clicks and chitters filled the room along with the snapping and twisting of limbs that you’d only ever heard in movies. A particularly harsh snap caused a miserable groan to spill from its lips. It was a sound that Hyunjin hasn’t emitted since.
The memory ends with you inevitably turning on the light and seeing the ends of twin dark pointed tentacles just disappearing into either side of the pale creature’s back. It heaved a deep sigh of finality, shoulders relaxing and chest heaving. As the creature took its time to relax, to calm, you could see the sudden protrusion of human-like knobs appearing in a line on his back, one after the other. A spine, you brain supplies, a human spine.
“What the fuck are you doing in my room,” you asked, no screamed, hysterically. The creature turned around promptly at the sound and there was Hwang staring back at you, eyes wide.
You screamed. Obviously.
Over the course of more screaming, more accusations, and more general confusion, you soon realized that it was not international popstar Hwang standing naked in your bedroom after scaling your apartment building. It was a traveler from a distant star. With the resemblance being nearly uncanny, if not identical, you named him Hyunjin.
Remembering his disregard from a few moments ago, a scoff passes through your lips. You may be afraid but there’s no way you would give up an opportunity like this. Puffing out your chest, you counter the insinuation,”But I’m—“
“Different?” He supplies,” I don’t think you’re that different from other humans.”
Whether it’s his mentality after interacting with you and your roommates or an assumption, you’re not really sure. The small bleed in his statement makes another thought cross your mind. Another thought that leaves you a little more unsure than before.
Does he know other humans, you thought, am I really the first one he’s ever encountered?
But then the reality of a lie comes to your attention as you think of the unlikely. Is he lying? Could this all be some long-lasting joke that a friend is pulling on you? Wanting to see how many ridiculous antics you’ll put up with until you break. Despite this thought, an impending sense of...something haunts you. Glancing briefly at the television screen, you wonder just how similar you are to Brett. Are you unaware of the threat hovering about your head?
Although fear thrums through your veins, you need to know what lies underneath its flesh suit. “I promise I won’t freak out,” you nod, moving closer to Hyunjin on the couch. You’re so close now that you can feel the coolness of his skin reach for yours.
“Promise?” he parrots, tilting his head in confusion.
You try to explain the word without using the word in question,”It’s like a swear.” When the furrow in his brow doesn’t disappear, you try again,”I don’t know...a bond through words? Between people?”
Instead of answering in a language you know or have heard of, Hyunjin chitters in response and adds a hard click for punctuation. By the tone, you can only assume that this is his attempt at some equivalent for the word, ‘promise’.
Sighing, you lean forward and squish the pale orbs of his face. For a moment the alien flinches in your hold and just barely keeps himself from grabbing onto your wrist. You can’t ignore the flash of distrust in his eyes or the way his hands fall back into his lap. “Hyunjin,” you stare at him,”you know I don’t know what that means.” The sight of his lips pursing as he stares at you brings a smile to your face. Hyunjin keeps staring at you, confusion evident as he wraps his hands around your wrists.
You hold him there for a moment, admiring the softness of his cheeks, until his eyes begin to harden. Letting go instantly, Hyunjin wiggles off the feeling of your hands on him before settling on the couch again. “If you ‘promise’ not to panic,” he starts tentatively,”I’ll show you some things.” Instantly, your cheeks stretch with the fierceness of your grin. The fact that you’ve somehow convinced Hyunjin to trust you in this way makes you more excited than anything else. The sight of your happiness, your excitement, makes him try to backtrack. “ Not everything,” he insists,” Not all at once.” You continue grinning, but now a slight bounce has accompanied your happy demeanor. He almost can’t stand the sight of it.” Just enough that you’ll leave me alone,” I want to get back to this movie. The Xenomorph is starting to kill the humans.”
The sight of his smile now has yours falling. Was Alien the right choice for movie night?
Rolling his shoulders with a sigh, Hyunjin maneuvers himself to face you fully on the couch. He folds his legs and tucks his feet neatly as his hands land on his knees. His eyes wander the planes of your face before settling on your eyes. A shiver runs through you at the closeness of him. You’re not sure why Hyunjin is always cold. No matter how many layers of clothing you gave him or blanket burritos you’ve wrapped him in, the strange being always ran cold. Something tells you to lean in closer to Hyunjin, to really look at how much effort he’s put into the guise before revealing his true self. When you do your hands instinctively land on the meat of his thighs for balance.
Hyunjin does flinch this time, the feeling of your warm fingers in such a delicate place, before settling back into his seat. This close you can see the way his eyes remain entirely still. When he looks about your face, his eyes don’t move to take in each frame. Hyunjin seems to be taking in everything at once. You can also see the larger than ‘normal’ pupil looking back at you; the size of a nickel if you think about it. The poster of Hwang can only bring so many of his features to light. Maybe the pupil size was just...hard to see. Or maybe this is one of the many things that Hyunjin wants to show to you.
There’s a flutter in your stomach again, but it’s different than before. Something about the flutter this time, the particular fury of butterflies flapping against your viscera, and the slight acidity in your mouth reminds you that this isn’t worry. This isn’t about displeasing an attractive person or embarrassing yourself in front of your crush. This is fear.
Hyunjin is not actually Hyunjin. It’s a name that you gave to the alien in front of you because you couldn’t pronounce his real now. Now that reality has crashed your parade, you can only imagine what he actually has hidden beneath the thin pale skin that covers his body. You can only imagine what horrors beyond your compression that lie within the bones of it. You have no idea what he looks like underneath it all, what horrors he had to hide that made him hiss and grunt as he shifted; if his skin is even really skin or if the paler tone is his true color. All you can do is adjust yourself on the couch, your legs touching his, and prepare for the inevitable,”I’m ready.”
No, you’re not ready, but he doesn’t need to know.
There is no ceremonious noise that signals when Hyunjin will begin. With his concentration and your near-vibrating excitement, your apartment is entirely silent. Your roommates are gone for the weekend, away from this place of potential danger. Your private reveal party has seemingly no potential disturbances or possibility of interruptions. But there’s also nothing to save you in case things get far too scary, too fast. When Hyunjin’s lips begin to start and reveal the whites of his now sharpened canines, you realize just how alone you truly are.
Along with his canines, the rest of his teeth now form into perfectly edged points that sit perfectly behind his lips. If he wanted to, Hyunjin could probably tear through the toughest of flesh with those fangs. “Last chance,” Hyunjin says with disinterest and just a hint of warning, now his lips curl into a smile that reveal full rows of sharp white bone. Even though he could probably chomp through all of your bones, your fingers remain on his thighs. There is still some hesitance in his eyes as Hyunjin looks at you; like he doesn’t want to hurt you or scare you in any real way. It’s that hesitance, that human emotion, that keeps you trusting him. Sort of.
Just as you gather slightly more courage, it begins to sour again as your brain finally processes the small moment. “Did you,” you start, eyes falling to the pink of his lips,”...your lips didn’t move.”
“What?” he asks dumbly, blinking owlishly at your reaction.
His lips remain still, unmoving.
Tension falls over you as the fluttering feeling in your stomach crawls up into your neck, one of those many butterflies crawls its way into your throat and spreads its large voluptuous wings, choking the wet flesh there. There’s a sort of ache somewhere on your head like the pulling and healing of skin; like the life cycle of a scab in the matter of seconds. It happens so suddenly, so abruptly, that you ignore it. You’re still overcome with the shock of Hyunjin’s ability to speak without moving his mouth.
“Oh my god,” you gasp, staring at his lips,”so you’ve been moving your lips all this time for what? For show?”
Now, as he continues to prepare himself to reveal some of his inner workings, you find that the fleshy lips on his face do not move; like a mask. If you thought back on it now, you would note the delay in his speech; how it took time for his mouth to catch up with his words. Maybe his kind didn’t have lips. Almost all of Hyunjin is fabricated. His hair, his eyes, his smile, his brow, the glitter dancing across his nose, everything is an exact replica of your poster. The only thing that differentiates him from the real Hwang is his mannerisms. Like the way he forgets to blink, his inability to handle fluorescent lights, his unmoving nature.
Who is the real Hyunjin?
What is his real name?
Does he mean harm?
“Focus,” Hyunjin groans in annoyance, like he has somewhere better to be,”this is your last chance. I’d rather not deal with the consequences of this, but you keep asking. No matter what you say, things aren’t going to return to how it was before.”
“Okay, okay. I’m ready. I promise. No more interruptions.”
Hyunjin makes sure to roll his eyes again so you feel every bit of annoyed energy flowing off of him. This time though, you can see a slight delay when he blinks. It seems like something moves over his eyes briefly and with a shiver you suddenly realize what it is. A translucent lid falls away into the abyss of his dark brown eye. Eyebrows furrowing, you think of your Hwang posters upstairs and wonder just how much of his form is pretend. There’s no way he can hide all of his extraterrestrial features. The huge pupils are the perfect example of that.
Finally, once you’re quiet enough for his liking, Hyunjin’s mouth opens. Out of the dark abyss, a long appendage reveals itself. You’ve seen it plenty of times when he ate or talked, but it always resembled the soft pink tongue that mammals tended to have. That almost all living things on earth tended to have; but Hyunjin isn’t from this earth.
The appendage is blue when it reveals itself, blue and flat. There are no slight involuntary twitches as it reveals itself further and further. His “tongue” continues its descent, remaining entirely still as if every single muscle is under his control. And maybe it is. Hyunjin’s tongue petals at the end into a softened flat point that curls downward slightly.
It’s definitely...different.
It’s also definitely fairly long, but not so horrific that you wouldn’t be able to sleep at night at the thought of it. In fact, the longer you look at it, the cuter it is. The sight of his tongue hanging out of his mouth, blue as can be, makes you smile and mimic the being before you. A huff of amused air leaves Hyunjin’s body as he watches you. Seeing that you’re comfortable enough to be silly, he takes it as a sign to continue.
Slowly but surely more blue is revealed and along with its length, small bumps begin to show on the now wider sides of his tongue. It continues all the way down, never stopping or speeding up, until it reaches the middle of his chest. The pads of your fingers flex against his thigh as you try your hardest not to gasp. It takes everything in you to school your expression so he doesn’t hide away; so he doesn’t think that you can’t handle it. You want to know what he really is. At the same time though, your stomach begins to burn slightly at the sight of it.
How did he hide this in his mouth for this long?
You try to remember that he’s still the same Hyunjin you dragged to “human” museums to admire art. He’s still the same Hyunjin who hates the harsh coldness of ice cream and adores the flavor of coffee; who loves pizza without cheese.
Yes, you’ve explained to him that that’s just bread with sauce. No, he doesn’t care and still calls it pizza. He’s still the same Hyunjin who’s been living in your apartment for a month now.
He just has a really really really long blue tongue.
Suddenly Hyunjin begins to move that tongue. This close to him still it’s easy for the blue appendage to reach you easily. It flicks against the rough pink tip of your own tongue before wrapping around it. Despite its odd dry appearance and strange softness, Hyunjin’s tongue is entirely wet. His saliva seems... thicker. Rather than a noticeable sheen that covers the organ, you can clearly feel the glob of fluid on your tongue. It’s only then that you remember you’re still sticking your fucking tongue out.
Then he folds it back into the seemingly bottomless cavern that is his mouth. There’s a minute before you slip yours back into your mouth too. Your nerves make your mouth prick with saliva. You swallow repeatedly, ignoring the small lump in your throat.
“Well?” Hyunjin asks carefully, looking about your face for any sign of distress.
Despite the uneasiness you still feel, the very idea of witnessing a real life alien right before your eyes trumps it. Hyunjin really is an otherwordly thing and not some creep who’s been bullshitting this entire time. You lean back against your couch now, somewhat relaxed at having everything confirmed right in front of you,”That’s fucking amazing, dude.”
Hyunjin laughs and runs his fingers through his hair,”I’m glad you like it. One less thing I have to keep up.” With that his blue tongue slips out again through his plush lips and wets the surrounding flesh before slipping back inside. He turns towards the television without anothe word. Turning the movie back on, Hyunjin doesn’t spare you a second glance as the story progresses. As the film continues, you can’t help but think about just how long he has to keep up this appearance.
Every day.
Every single day.
Every moment of every day spent in a form that isn’t his.
You’ve seen Hyunjin stare at himself in reflective surfaces as if spooked by the person he sees.
It must be exhausting.
As the movie continues, the Xenomorph opens its mouth wide, saliva and acid careening out of its mouth as it prepares to demolish its new host. The open mouth reveals a smaller deadlier mouth that takes chunks out of one of the characters. With only two other passengers of the Nostromo left, it’s up to Ripley to save herself and Jonesy from certain death. Your eyes wander back over to Hyunjin who’s now sprawling out on the couch and mumbling something under his breath; something like “they almost got it right”. Instead of asking about whether it’s the killing instinct of the Xenomorph or its particularly large bulbous head, your eyes roam over Hyunjin’s lithe frame. Although he’s referenced your anatomy textbook when he first shape-shifted and the Hwang poster for further analysis, Hyunjin couldn’t have gotten everything right.
There’s only so much that pictures could do. Although he did seem to get the rest of Hwang correct, there were some things that were off. His glittery sheen that lines his cheeks and nose is the same as in the picture of Hwang and its presence is a constant reminder that Hyunjin doesn’t know what makeup really is. He doesn’t know that it’s a decoration, something you can wipe off and apply at will. But Hyunjin is still Hwang and therefore still beautiful in your eyes. Although he wears Hwang like a mask, Hyunjin’s otherworldly beauty comes through in the way that e carries himself through the house. In the way that he wraps his arms around you in an attempt to show affection, to show thanks. You don’t need to look up at the posters in your room to remember that Hyunjin is not really Hwang; that he is not human. Despite all of this, you still find yourself desiring him in some way. He’s gentle when he wants to be and adorably curious. The longer you stare at him, admire him, the more you feel desire burning its way into your skin. Everything feels just slightly too tight. The inside of your flesh feels wet and sticky as beads of sweat start to bubble on your hairline and back of your neck. When did it get so hot in here?
“Where are you going?”
As the credits begin to peek on the screen, you find yourself getting up and heading upstairs. The longer you stay here, the hotter you seem to become. You can feel the way your shirt sticks to your skin as you look at Hyunjin’s unassuming face. God he’s so hot. “Upstairs,” you answer breathlessly, noting the way Hyunjin’s collar bones shine in the light. An ache courses through your body; starting from the cloying heat of your stomach to the dull throb of your hole. You clench your thighs together and mumble something like a,”Good night.” But Hyunjin isn’t interested in your good nights. His eyes stay on your thighs, watching the way the flex occasionally as he stares. The heat builds into something ridiculous, something impossible to ignore, and without another word you head to your room.
That heat persisted well into the next morning. The heat was and is unyielding, pulling and clawing at your insides as it demanded touch. This need for touch couldn’t be quelled by a platonic hug between friends, but it also couldn’t be quelled by nearly buzzing your clit off three times. That heat, that need for touch, stayed between your thighs and only grew more viciously throughout the day. By the time you got home, you were a mess. With each step further into your apartment, the soaked fabric of your panties squish and squelch against you. You feel sticky, overheated, like your skin simply couldn’t calm down no matter how hard you tried. Although you remember breaking out your vibrator earlier and relieving yourself, you’re almost certain you can go again. The only thing that seems to calm your nerves, to cool off your body, seems to be jacking off.
You take determined steps to your bedroom and when you walk inside, excitement bubbling in your belly, you see Hyunjin lying across your bed. Legs sprawling out on the fabric, feet kicking slowly in the air, he reads impossibly fast through thick pages. As he lays there, you notice the way your shirt hangs off of one of his shoulders and the cloth shorts he’s also taken from your closet that hangs loosely around his waist and thighs.
Now you’ve been around beautiful people before, but there’s something about Hyunjin here and now that makes you itch. The air about your stirs with something thick that fills every breath you take.
You’ve been around beautiful people before, but there’s something about Hyunjin here and now that makes you itch. The air about you stirs with something thick that fills every breath you take. It smells like the largest of flowers; impossible structures that curl and dominate the space they’re in. It’s a floral scent that demands to be known, that brings a haziness to your mind. It makes your mind wanders to last night. To the feeling of his cool skin on yours and the feeling of that blue tongue wrapping around your pink tongue. What would it feel like between your legs lapping at the nectar between your thighs? What would his large fingers feel like as they rub and dig and claw at your walls? How would he sound as he came? Would he roar in your ear? Would he bear his sharp canines and grunt with each loud wet slap against your skin?
Hyunjin’s rolling onto his back before you can catch your bearings and sits up in bed to stare at your new presence in the room. The shorts have ridden up and reveal more of his pale thighs than before. Your thighs clench and unclench as you try your hardest to ignore the wetness in your pants. The denim of your jeans catches against the tacky fabric as you search for some sort of relief fro the unending pressure that pushes against your hole and presses into your clit. All you can the wet in your pants; to search for some sort of relief from the unending pressure that pushes against your hole and presses against your clit. All you can think of is owning Hyunjin, of riding his face and the length of his tongue until you’re creaming all over his face. Maybe his cum is thick. Maybe it’s blue. Maybe it’ll cling to your throat as you swallow each warm rope of cum while his cock pulses in your mou—
When he looks over at you, his initial annoyance at the distraction seems to fade in an instant. Suddenly his dark eyes show something like concern. “Hey,” he says softly, leaning in to get a better look at you,”are you okay?” You begin to peel off your jacket and hang the tired article over your door. As you walk about the room, gathering comfy clothes to change into, you can’t help but notice the intensifying floral smell. This close to the alien, he smells...different. His scent smells something like a flower, like heady pollen cloying heavily behind your nose. It’s all-consuming; overwhelming in a way that you can’t really fathom.
The heat has become unbearable the longer he’s in the room; or that you’re in the room with him. You’re not entirely sure why this is happening. In the heat of pollen, wet and the dull ache between your legs, you feel his large hand cup your moist cheek. You didn’t even process Hyunjin rising from the bed and coming towards you. Just how out of it are you? What’s happening?
You move away from his hold and make your way towards the kitchen, determined. You grab at a water bottle in the fridge and chug the liquid immediately. Water soaks droplets into your shirt as you drink furiously. It’s only when Hyunjin pulls the bottle away and presses his large hand against your cheek again that you come out of your haze. “Hyunjin?” you ask, or at least try to, and lean into the cold palm of his hand. The coolness of his flesh lures you to a sense of awareness, but not fully. Not like before. Something has changed.
“I feel weird,” you whisper, fingers reaching out to smooth the worried lines on his face. The ever-present glitter there remains undisturbed. Despite your maneuvers, Hyunjin’s eyebrows furrow further. “What do you mean ‘weird’ ?”
In addition to that ache, there’s a longing deep within your bones. It’s a kind of needling, an uncomfortable feeling that turns and twists in your stomach. Honey cloys and weighs at the back of your throat as you lean closer into Hyunjin’s hold.
His dark eyes wander around your face, landing somewhere above your eyes. His nostrils flare as he whispers, “You smell different.”. That cloying smell clings to your nose as you try to blink your way out of this strange haze. It’s still too warm and just a hint of too much, but you’re able to deal now; to understand. Your mouth is too full of moisture. You think back to what could’ve done this and find nothing out of the ordinary. But then you remember the brushing of tongues yesterday and swallowing something too thick, too viscous to be normal spit. “Did you do something to me?” He tilts his head and watches you move away from him slightly. The distance you’ve put between each other does nothing to calm the longing. You think about all the times you’ve touched him in the past. There were casual touches, the occasional hug, but they never caused whatever this was.
“Am I dying?” you ask frantically, staring into his huge eyes,”Are you killing me right now? What the fuck, dude? Not cool!”
“Relax. If I killed you, where would I stay?”
“You’d take over my body and live as me,” you say as a matter of factly,”Obviously.”
“I can’t ‘take over’ your body. I can look like people but I can’t be them.”
“Then what’s happening?”
It happens so suddenly, so abruptly, that you can’t slap his hand away. Even after it happens, you can only sit there in shock and disbelief. The only confirmation that you have is the firm pressure of the thing, the taste of salt and flowers, and the slight pain of it all. Hyunjin leans in closer and pulls slightly, ignoring the way your hands grip his wrist in protest.
My tongue can’t go as far as yours, you think, you’ll rip it out.
“I’m not going to pull anymore,” he says aloud,”but you have to trust...”
He seems to find whatever he’s looking for almost immediately. His eyes widen briefly before taking an impossibly closer look. You can feel the brunt of his nail almost piercing the tip of your tongue in an attempt to hold it down. Ouch.
“Sorry,” he mumbles. When he finally pulls his fingers off and out of your mouth, a thick blue substance follows after him. He tries to shake it off but the blue-tinged substance sticks stubbornly before smearing it into the arm of your couch. The sight of it makes the sticky feeling in your mouth that much more apparent. Each swallow takes effort and for a moment you think you’re choking.
“What is that—”
“I don’t know.”
“Am I dying? You spat in my mouth and now I’m dying?”
“Hey! I didn’t spit in your mouth.”
“Hyunjin, something is wrong.”
“I know,” he starts, glaring at you now,”you smell different and your eyes are...dilated.”
That makes you take pause. Instead of arguing with him further, you try to think about the state of your body. This close to him you can barely think. You would’ve remembered Hyunjin smelling like flowers in bloom. So why does he smell different now? Why do you feel so warm? Why are you sweating through your clothes? What is that blue stuff on your tongue?
Maybe out of nervousness or habit, Hyunjin licks his lips that you’re met with the blue tongue from earlier. Then you think of his touch, the feeling of it, and find yourself frowning.
“Have you always smelled like flowers?”
Now it’s Hyunjin’s turn to frown.
“No...that only happens during mating cycles.”
“Mating? Like animals?”
“That’s the closest word for it in your language. I smell like flowers?”
“Yes.”
“How can you smell that?
“That must mean we’re compatible.”
It’s strange how these words, how their meaning, make your heart race; makes your hole clench around nothing. “You smell different too,” Hyunjin admits shyly, fingers finding your waist,”you smell really good.”
Those fingers around your waist cool the unbearable burning in your bones. You find yourself wanting more of it; wanting to finally be cooled off. Would it be so bad to indulge? Hyunjin might be different, but he still looks like Hwang. He still sounds like Hwang. What could the harm be?
You don’t really think about the possibility of Hyunjin not being right. Is the possibility of his touch, his wet, killing you worth it? He’s never been to earth after all. He’s never seen humans before so he probably hasn’t been with them in a sexual way.
You choose to accept it, to not think as the hazy feeling from before engulfs you yet again. Finally, you lean into the being as much as you can, nearly moaning at the coolness of his skin, and hold onto his wide shoulders. Hyunjin stares at your eyes with a light of interest and asks,”What now?”
Your thumbs rub the cool skin of shoulders, noting the bones within them, and ask,
“Do aliens kiss?”
His answer is instant and filled with confusion,“What’s a ‘kiss’ ?”
Your first kiss with Hyunjin is awkward.
His plush lips don’t move. His hands stay on your waist, unmoving. It’s almost like kissing a statue. When you open your eyes in the middle of it, the alien is already staring back at you. At the sight of those dark brown eyes searing back at you, you finally pull away unsatisfied. Hyunjin just smiles almost politely as he says,”that was nice.”
Exasperation flows through you as you counter quickly,”That wasn’t...a real kiss, Hyunjin.” He doesn’t respond or really listen to the instructions you’ve taken it upon yourself to explain. Instead Hyunjin’s hands finally begin to wander your body. He squeezes and holds any part of your flesh that will yield to his hands. Your tops and bottoms of your ass, the flesh of your back, your arms, all blessed with gentle touches under his strange ministrations.
“Are you paying attention?” you ask suddenly, fingers moving down to hold onto his biceps. “No,” he answers curtly, as if a decision has finally been made,”we have something like a kiss, but it’s...a little more involved.” That piques your interest. Hyunjin presses you against the harsh countertop of your kitchen and finds his way between your legs. Fingers settling on your spread thighs and a grin making its way onto his features, he tilts his head and says,”Trust me.”
In an instant Hyunjin’s long tongue reveals itself and carefully licks the side of your face. His saliva leaves a sticky residue that’s around the same thickness you felt in your throat yesterday. That thin tongue, long and fluttering, makes its way down to your neck. The soft licks tickle your skin and have an inquisitive air about them. Your hands find the fabric of his shirt and cling to the soft sides underneath, anchoring yourself there. There’s an uncomfortable heat that crawls from the surface of your skin into the depths of your flesh. Each touch, each strange lick, makes your skin burn with an odd sensitivity.
His tongue seems to taste your skin. There are no shudders of joy as he continues his ministrations; no gasps of pleasure as he hovers above your body. As he presses plush lips against your skin, a small gasp claws its way out of your throat. Maybe he needs guidance. How could he know anything about the human body really; about where to pull pleasure from?
“This feels nice,” you say quietly,”really nice.” You feel those lips form into a kind of smile against your skin. A breath of laughter cools the blue dollop of saliva on your skin as Hyunjin smiles against you. Your fingers run through his hair gently, noting the way the strands stiffen in your hold. “Can you lick—”
Pain.
Searing, never-ending pain, spreads across the expanse of your neck. The feeling of thin burning wetness and thick liquid pooling onto the cushion underneath you; a warm splash on your shoulder. All you can do is grunt and open your mouth in a silent scream as Hyunjin’s sharp teeth burrow their way into your neck. Your hold on his body turns into a desperate grip as you cry out finally.
“H-hyunjin! Stop!”
But before your brain can truly process the pain, the fact that Hyunjin has wounded you fiercely and unexpectedly like a rabid dog, the fire begins to dull again. With a slight tilt of his head, his teeth sink further into your skin and while you feel that warm wetness, that rush of blood rising to the surface, you also feel your toes curl, your back arch, and a flutter in your stomach.
There’s pleasure battling that pain now, taming it into something strange yet manageable.
“Sorry,” he mumbles moves away from the sensitive flesh. The reality of his action is clear as day as he wipes the mess of blue and red from his face, the now purple substance stains his shorts; maybe even the kitchen floor. When your finger tips reach to that bite, you find your blood frozen in time. It doesn’t flow faster or slower, it just simply stops moving altogether. As your fingers touch each puncture in your skin those teeth left behind, each perfectly pointed hole, that same pleasure rises again. “What did you do?” you whisper, eyes widening and then narrowing in confusion. Hyunjin’s tongue peeks out to lick the remaining fluid as he answers,”It’s... what we do. Like your ‘kiss’ ”.
Despite how badly you want to feel the mark, to assess the damage of what he’s done, you can no longer disregard the deep ache between your legs; the longing that sits deep in the pit of your stomach. Your clothes come off clumsily and land somewhere on the living room floor. Now emboldened Hyunjin’s hands slip underneath the fabric of your shirt. His eyes widen in awe at the feeling as if feeling your skin for the first time.
When you pull off your shirt and toss it somewhere in the corner, you realize that it is the first time he’s ever seen you naked. His fingers dance across your tan skin and trace each scar, each freckle, each mark, each stretch mark that litters your skin — that makes you human — in marvelous wonder. “You smell different now,” Hyunjin whispers,”sweeter.”
As you pull down your pants and rid yourself of the tacky fabric of your underwear, you wonder if he’s going to mark other areas with his bite and blue fluids. You want him to desperately. More than the fact that he looks like Hwang is your curiosity; your desire and want. What will it feel like? Will it all be pleasure pain? You need to know. Only when you’re naked in front of him does Hyunjin remove his open shirt to reveal a very human torso.
“Here,” you mumble, brushing your fingers along the top of your chest,”bite here.” Hyunjin doesn’t want to disappoint you in the slightest.
Another bite, another piercing of teeth, another painful moment that’s immediately eclipsed with pleasure. This time you cry out and arch into his body as he hovers. This time Hyunjin holds onto you for support and moves towards a hardened nipple. “Easy,” you say, voice heavy with haze and confusion,”Don’t bite there.” You already feel the grazing of a sharp tip digging into the very skin of your nipple. Hyunjin doesn’t move right away. He continues to tease, to encircle your peak with the very edge of his tooth as his eyes meet yours. “Hyunjin—”
Pulling the strands of his hair in an attempt to steer him away, he takes this as encouragement for his playful antics. Just before the sharp canine can break skin, your nipple meets the soft caress of his blue tongue. The plush appendage caresses your chest. Every so often, just as you lose yourself in his tongue, the threat of his canine jolts your crescendo of moans and pleas, resulting in the ever-present dribble and ache of your insides. The more his tongue entangles your chest, the heavier the scent of flowers rushes over your senses and blossoms on the inside of your nose and the back of your throat. His tongue leaves a blue-tinged residue that stays wet and thick against your skin as he pulls away.
The longer he licks, the more he licks, the more your body burns. Soon Hyunjin begins to travel around the expanse of your torso; nipping and tasting every inch of skin. As he travels and explores your body, the bites on your neck and chest burn deliciously with a feeling you can’t explain. With little effort, he kneels on the ground and pulls your leg over his shoulder. Whether he’s seen this before on the internet or read about it on of your many... books, you can’t bother to wonder. The burning turns to an ache. The aching turns into longing. The cycle continues in a never-ending circle that your honey-drunk brain can’t even process until Hyunjin viciously bites into the dip of your hip. This time your pleasure is unabashed, loud and wanton. You cry out, twisting his hair between your fingers and arching your hips further into his hold.
“Hyunjin, keep going,” you beg, your breath failing you,”c’mon, keep going, please!”
For once the alien is quiet and uninterested in banter. His eyes darken with interest as his nostrils flare. He sniffs the air pointedly. You’re too far gone to pretend to be embarrassed or attempt to make yourself wanton. You sit there calmly against the counter as his gaze wanders over your sex. The air around him changes as he continues. His fingers dance across the soft fleshy hood of your clit, thumb pressing against the small organ tentatively. As he continues staring and admiring the soft lines of your labia, Hyunjin begins licking his lips hungrily. You look down to see Hyunjin’s hungry gaze and the sight of blue-tinged drool lining the soft flesh on his face.
From this angle, you can see and feel the blue glossy substance on your skin. You can practically feel his hunger as his gaze remains unrelenting against you. All you want to do is feel him against you. The ache you feel in your chest is almost overwhelming. Raising your hips you thrust your hips forward him in a small cant, attempting to entice the alien. The open display of lewdness is enough to bring Hyunjin came to your reality.
His nose brushes against your wet. You can hear more than feel the way he takes a deep whiff of your arousal. You burn too much to be embarrassed by the display. Hyunjin’s fingers dig into either side of your flesh thighs and spread the skin there until he meets a clear view of his prize. A flash of blue comes across your vision before you feel the soft tongue lap at you. Its gentle in its ministrations, curious as it explores each fold and crevice. The velvety feel of the organ makes you push against it, pulling moans out of you as it molds and swishes against you.
Hyunjin groans around your hole as his tongue enters and sucks harshly at the swollen flesh of your opening and perineum. You’re so close to the full sensation of pleasure that you can nearly taste it. But Hyunjin is curious. He doesn’t search wholeheartedly for your orgasm, but instead flicks and twists his tongue inside of you. As his tongue digs further inside you, you note a hardness in the organ that wasn’t there a moment ago. It seems to grow firm nside you, those warty bumps on the side hardening as he searches you further and further. It’s when his tongue gets dangerously far that you feel a start of fear in you.
“Hyunjin,” you whisper on instinct, the slight fear in your voice undeniable. As hot as the sight of him between your legs is, there’s no telling if Hyunjin is even compatible with your body. Despite the very human features he seems to have, Hyunjin is ultimately wearing a disguise; appealing to your nature and what you deem appropriate. You have no idea what he could be like he’s in the mood. Would he spit venom as he crests? Would he rip out the flesh of your neck and claim you as his alien bride? Would his saliva, the blue-tinged liquid dripping from his appendage, melt your skin? Would he bite off your head like a praying mantis after it was all said and done?
There was no telling what could happen. But as Hyunjin’s tongue turns from that plush petal softness to rigid and firm, your mind begins to blank. The tongue slithers against your walls slowly, methodically, pressing with purpose against the ridges inside of you. If you pay close attention, you could’ve realized that Hyunjin is mapping your cunt with his tongue, tasting and learning each delicate crease that made up your hole. The appendage seems to change shape, becoming thicker and firmer, as you arch and moan in confusion and desperation. You can’t tell if it feels good or if it feels foreign and strange.
As Hyunjin continues, you begin to feel hotter. At first, you attribute this to your movements, your gasping and groaning as Hyunjin seems to eat you from the inside out, but you begin to realize that you wouldn’t sweat like this. Droplets of sweat blossom on your skin as you writhe underneath his hands. His grip remains firm as if you’re getting in the way of his fun.
As your hips follow along with the movement of his tongue, chasing after each push and pull of the appendage that swirls and flicks at your deepest parts, you feel a pressure building in your head. It’s insistent, needling, pushing against a sort of barrier that you didn’t even know you really had. It seems like the pain from last night is back briefly. Your nose scrunches at the feeling and your hand comes up to tug at your hair, attempting to relieve your scalp from the cold pressure. Darkness surrounds you as the pressure pushes and pushes until you finally begin to go slack, to give in. Only then do you hear it.
“Stay still.”
The voice is all too familiar.
You hear his voice bouncing off of your head and settling deep. But his mouth is busy, you thought, how could he be talking to me? It’s then that it clicks. It makes you shudder in disbelief. How much more about Hyunjin would you find out over the next couple of days? Can he read your mind?
When you look down at him, Hyunjin’s eyes are already there to greet you. He stares up to you with purpose, pushing against your spongy wall until you’re seeing stars again. Then your body alights with sensitivity, a sort of heat that seems to take over you. It feels more intense than any heat you’ve experienced, focused on a particular area.
A ping of nerves brings you out of your haze as Hyunjin’s tongue fully unfurls. It gets impossibly higher and soaks your walls with thickness. Finally, he emits a sound similar to a keen once he feels it.
When his tongue withdraws you feel incredibly empty and exposed. You can see your glossy fluids coating his tongue as he furls it back into his mouth. For a brief moment, your heat is sated. You reach for him and Hyunjin comes easily. Standing at his full height, you kiss the tops of his cheeks, his forehead, all around his face and grin as he mimics you. He presses clumsy kisses against the tops of your cheeks, your forehead, and all over. As you begin to relax, to feel the ache of those punctures all about your body, it’s back.
Furious and unending, mind-numbing and impossible need that burns every cell in your body. For a moment, you think of dying, of how death would surely come if this didn’t end soon. Hyunjin continues pressing tentative kisses across your face and neck. He finds his way to his initial mark on your body and sucks at the wound carefully. As he continues to bring you pleasure, to find ways to make you arch and cry, you yearn to bring him further. You yearn to make him ache and burn as you do. You yearn to make him cry out, to make him beg with undeniable burning pleasure.
As he continues his ministrations, your hand reaches between the two of you to find his shorts. You rub at the creases in his pants and feel for any sensitive piece of flesh that should be there, but you find...nothing. Your search is long enough that Hyunjin sits up slightly on his knees and watches your hand. There’s nothing hidden away in folds that swells with each particular rub. There’s nothing resting against his thigh, aching to be touched. There’s nothing but legs and some sort of hard object in his pants that’s circular in shape. It doesn’t give way like vaginas do; doesn’t resist and lean in to touch like cocks do; so what could be lying beneath the cotton fabric?
“What are you looking for?” Hyunjin asks, pressing your hand closer to a flat hard surface in his pants. It’s circular in nature with a hard outer shell and a soft middle. From what you can see now, there’s a slowly spreading wet patch that stains his pants. You rub tentatively, trying to alternate between the harder and slightly softer surface. Each rub, each firm push, seems to bring him further to the edge. Hyunjin pants slightly, eyes half lidded, as he stares at your thighs.
Rather than ask “what is that” you follow his lead and add pressure, nearly digging your hand into that rock hard surface. His eyes roll back into his head as he closes them, his hand gripping your wrist to keep you there. His hips begin thrusting into your hand steadily, a loud groan spilling from his lips. As he seems to crest, or get near to it, more fluid begins to stain his pants. Despite the cotton barrier, your hands begin to grow sticky with the liquid and the sight of Hyunjin coming undone in front of you has you clenching your thighs. “Show me,” you say, pulling your lower lip between your teeth,”show me.”
“I don’t think—”
“It’s okay. Really.”
Hyunjin pulls the fabric of his shorts down in one fluid motion. There’s no time to wonder about the lack of underwear once you see the sight of it. A light blue and purple sheath with a long drooling slit in the middle. You reach your hand out again and run your fingers along the drooling slit, smiling at the way Hyunjin shudders and his hands tighten on the waistband of his pants. There isn’t a sense of alarm or confusion like you thought there would be. There also isn’t a sense of disgust. The sight of Hyunjin shuddering in pleasure, the clear arousal in his eyes, is enough to keep you going. But some of that leaves you when the narrow slit starts to widen and open.
The first thing you notice is the color. The elaborate baby blues and light purples and baby pinks all bleed together into a delicious portrait of delicate wet flesh. The second thing you notice is the shape. It’s...a tentacle. An elongated curved shaft forms into a gently pointed tip. Out of the hard shell that encased his cock is a flap of purple flesh that gently folds over the sensitive area of his possible pubis. The tentacle is smooth with no defined ridges or creases. It curves gently, elegantly in the middle as the worm-like tip seemingly searches for its promised temporary home. Rather than dribbling cum from the smooth head, the appendage is wet all over. It dribbles more of that thick blue-cyan fluid all over; some occasionally lands on the shorts that have pooled on the floor.
It’s beautiful.
The third and final thing you notice is the slight movement of the tip independently from the “shaft”. It jerkily moves before holding still as if searching for something.
Is he doing that, you think to yourself, is he moving it?
“No.” Hyunjin says quietly,”I’m not.”
It’s then that you notice how tightly he's holding onto your form. You move your hand towards the organ and pet the flesh gently, gasping as it violently twitches in your hand. A firm hold on it has Hyunjin grunting out and shuddering before you can even properly jerk the flesh.
“Sensitive?”
He doesn’t respond, only shakes in your hold. It’s warm in your hand and each squeeze has Hyunjin panting harder; as if you’re stroking a raw nerve. Your hand wanders to the flap of his skin, fingers carefully and gently sliding underneath. Hyunjin’s resulting moan, loud and wanton, has you jumping nearly out of your skin.
“Please,” he moans, breathy and desperate,”please, please please please please” — it goes on and on until you shush him and say,”Okay, okay.” More fluid drips from around the organ and lands in thick ribbons on your thighs. When you look up at him, you see a blue tint on the tops of his cheeks. Is he blushing?
There are no guiding hands that hold his cock in place as Hyunjin turns you around and bends you over the counter. As you lean against the harsh surface, you can feel his long fingers in your hair that grab viciously at your curls. You feel prodding and pressure as the slender tip of his tentacle nudges its way into you. It bullies its way into your walls. It has a mind of its own as it demands the promise of heat. When Hyunjin fully enters you, you swear he’s slightly bigger than before. But before you can question, his hips begin to move. As he thrusts, you can feel the tip nudge around your walls as if poking you. Suddenly the tip pokes hard in an upwards motion and finds what it's looking for. You gasp and cling to Hyunjin’s shoulders as your spongy flesh is pounded mercilessly until your voice grows hoarse and your toes curl; until your back arches; until you can feel the very second your brain goes cock drunk.
You flutter around him and squeeze so tight that Hyunjin can only moan aloud. His tongue hangs with the feeling of it, breathing barely able to catch up. Then you’re there crying out your pleasure and simultaneously choking on the tip of his tongue as it curls around and licks into your mouth. It nearly swallows you whole, nearly drowns you in the feeling. His pace slows slightly and for a split second, you notice the lack of stirring, the sound of fluids mixing. In fact, there isn’t as much give either. Your stomach tight with orgasm stays tense as it accommodates a thicker more prominent length than before.
“Hyunjin,” you whimper,”What...?”
The tip still abuses your spongy flesh despite the change in size. As he picks up the pace, you feel the effort in each vicious thrust, each punch of his cock in your narrow hole; each drag against your ridges. In an attempt to steady himself, Hyunjin sits up and presses against your lower stomach. “You taste good,” he groans, nearly drooling. Your moans turn to screams, begging for all he’s willing to give. Would you die here? Impaled by him in the throes of passion? Just how deep could he go?
“Hy-Hyun- oh my god.”
The pointed curved head of his cock presses against your spongy insides as he sits fully inside of you. You look down at your stomach, eyes glazing over the bite marks on your flesh, and notice a very noticeable bump staring back at you. You feel far too full, far too stuffed to even process what’s happening to you. How could you even take that much of him to begin with? It almost embarrasses you how willing your body is to let him in, to accept him. “Breathe,” he hisses quietly, a sound that seems like it’s meant to be reassuring.
You feel far too full, far too stuffed to even process what’s happening to you. How could you even take that much of him to begin with? It almost embarrasses you how willing your body is to let him in, to accept him. “Breathe,” he hisses quietly, a sound that seems like it’s meant to be reassuring.
It’s bigger now. It’s thicker and more insistent as it bruises your gummy walls. The slap of wet flesh plunging into an impossibly tight hole filling the room. You can feel just how deep he is now. The deepest that anyone or anything has ever been. Deeper than anything or anyone should be. Just as you start to adjust to the impossible feeling of being full, you feel another nudge against an entirely different hole. You can’t see where it comes from or what part of Hyunjin it’s coming out of, but you can only assume another tentacle has come through. The feel cool fluid drool into your ass. Somewhere in the distance, in the haze that Hyunjin has created, you feel that pressure against your temples. Then you hear it.
“Okay?”
It doesn’t take much to give your consent. The idea of Hyunjin filling almost every hole he can find has you clenching around his cock involuntarily. You nod against the counter and push your hips against the wet tentacle. That’s all it takes. You are a little scared when it pushes easily inside of you. Whatever viscous fluid coats his second tentacle makes its wandering form easier to take. You’re so hot now, so incredibly turned on, that you can’t even care about the danger. You’re willing to take anything and everything. You cum again. And again. The orgasm is a constant thing that leaves you shaking underneath him, leaving you leaking clear fluid onto your kitchen floor.
It goes on seemingly forever. Hyunjin doesn’t grow anymore in size — Thank God — but his hips never stop their brutal pace. His cock, the tentacle fiendishly ripping orgasm from orgasm out of you, doesn’t give any indication of stopping. Your heat continues to burn, although not as fiercely, with every pounding of his hips. Through the haze of your coupling, lightning shocks through your lower back as you cum again. Hyunjin doesn’t slow down once; doesn’t even seem inconvenienced by the frequent sound of your spent hitting the tile beneath you. Despite the difference in your species, the animalistic act of mating is something that comes easily to the both of you. You moan in his hold, cry out when he continues grinding out that spongy spot in you.
Suddenly something changes in the air.
Hyunjin’s hips finally stutter. The second tentacle spasms against the tight heat of your ass while the first begins to pulse. As it pulses, you feel a harsh coolness soothe your burning walls. The fluid sits heavily in your stomach as Hyunjin continues releasing his spent. It begins to hurt a little as he finishes, some of the cyan fluid leaking out onto the floor below you. You feel fuller than before, even as Hyunjin begins to decrease in size. He pulls you closer as you squirm in his hold, crying out in pleasure when the second tentacle continues moving slightly.
Suddenly Hyunjin finds his way to your shoulder, and with some finality, bites into the flesh there. This is deeper than the others, unyielding and harsh. If you weren’t currently so full of thick viscous fluid, you’d notice just how close to your arteries he is. The sensation of being to full, the savagery of the bite, is enough to put you over the edge again. Your vision blears on the edges as you feel yourself release onto the floor below you for a final time. It’s Hyunjin’s weight that keeps you pinned to your place on the counter. It’s also Hyunjin’s weight that keeps you collapsing into a heap on the floor. Before you faint, before you fall into Hyunjin’s arms and succumb yourself to the rest you so very much need. Before your consciousness slips from you, you hear one last thing that makes you bubble with fear.
“Mate.”
#hyunjin x reader#hwang hyunjin#skz x reader#stray kids x reader#skz fanfic#skz fic#hyunjin fic#hyunjin smut#uhhhhhhhh#aliens#alien 1979#alien x human#stray kids#skz#hyunjin
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this segment is still my favourite. like it actually makes me cry with laughter.
#stray kids#skz#lee felix#bang chan#changbin#felix clowning changbins scary ass drawing and then bein like No its cute at the end#han saying lee knows felix looks like an alien and bang chan trying to save it by saying#it looks like spock#????????? how 😭#hans being really good#I.N being a baby and everyone encouraging him#Felix saying Seungmin actually does look similar and kinda being right#all of it was just so good#lee know#kim seungmin#I.N#hwang hyunjin#han jisung
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#hyunjin#skz#fantaken#stray kids#i wish there was an option for audio tags so u could hear me make sounds only aliens connect with
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⌕ aristotle and dante
⚠ em caso de inspiração, me credite.
📆 09/04/23 | ✎ @mnini (psd)
#capa#capa para spirit#capa para fanfic#capa para fic#stray kids#skz#hyunjin#han#jisung#purple#astro#Alien#lilás#chanyouchan covers#chanyouchan#capa com desenho#capa clean#capa simples
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Fallen Star
Pairing: Hyunjin!Driver/bodyguard/alien x princess reader
Warning: Much angst, toxic family, controlling home life.
Premise: A mistake always turning to the stars for an escape. But it turns out the star you had always wished for had fallen right in front of you.
word count: 5.1K
Authors notes: *WARNING* LOVE LETTER INCOMING: I need to give credit to the truly amazing @jiminiesfavouritecolourisblue for being my never ending inspiration for this fic. Honestly, the ideas behind the story and the feel/details of the banner all of it I sneakily asked her questions and then used her answers against her. But in all realness, thank you so much for giving me support in my writing journey. Legit one of my most favourite people in the whole world, so if you have never read anything from her before I highly recommend it. You are missing out on some absolute genius, especially in the angst department!!
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If he thinks he can just marry you off for his benefit he seriously had another thing coming. An arranged marriage to an old man? Did he assume you’d go quietly? Or does he really just not care?
You laugh at yourself. Of course he doesnt. This was a new low, even for him. He couldn’t control you like your siblings so instead of having to deal with you he sells you off the highest bidder. You’d show him how much trouble you could be.
Staring out of the back passenger car window, you watch your breath fog a small part of the cold glass before it recedes. It blocks your view from what you really want to see, so you roll down the window. There’s no clouds in the dark sky tonight, no wind either. But the chilled breeze from the car speeding down the backroads rushes into the car. Making you wish you were driving away from it all and not back to it. You asked the driver to take a long way back, so you could gaze out into a world you only wished to be apart of.
“I’d give anything to escape from here…” You sigh, your mind wandering to the stars above. To what else could be out there. “...to be with the stars.”
“Anything?” A soothing melodic voice travels from the drivers seat. Unbeknownst to you the partition had been lowered.
You let out a startled noise, you knew that voice, and the angelic person who had that voice. That person was not supposed to be driving you tonight. His presence alone would be enough to make you antsy, but in this moment couldn’t have been worse.
“I’m sorry Miss, I didn’t mean to startle you.” He politely directs his worry to you through the rearview mirror.
You make eye contact with him through the reflection as you roll up the window, “No it’s ok. I was lost in thought.”
You can’t maintain staring into his alluring eyes, breaking away you let yourself once again stare at the night landscape.
“I did notice something on your mind when you got in. I know it may not be my place to ask but, is everything ok?”
“Hyunjin, I’ve told you before you can speak freely with me. We are the same age.” You let out an airy chuckle, shaking your head. Your eyes never leaving it’s chosen star.
“I know miss, sometimes I forget.” He laughs cheerfully back at you. “Bad news at dinner?”
“Apparently my hand in marriage has been accepted.” You huff. There’s no point in hiding your annoyance. As much as Hyunjin made the butterflies in your stomach act as thought they had been given some form of accelerant, he was the only one around you that you could talk to like this.
“Marriage?” If you didn’t know any better you’d say there was a bite to his words. “With who?”
“Lord Tun. He’s over twice my age.” You complain bitterly, the dress chosen for you for dinner becoming itchy, a burning sensation lingering. That’s why your parents had bought it for you. To appeal to the mans desires, your hopes of them wanting to buy you something out of the warmth of their heart dashed. You wanted to burn this vile, uncomfortable fabric…not to mention it’s ugly colour against your skin did you no favours. “He originally asked for my older sisters hand in good faith of the new trading merger. But my father said ‘Elise deserves better then he could provide’, so he offered me as substitute. He says it’s my duty.”
You sink back into your seat, quickly looking over to see his reaction. He doesn’t say anything. His eyes stay trained to the road. Maybe he’s just ask shocked as you are? He knows just as anyone working for your family how you are perceived in this world. The accident that could only ever be useless.
Growing up you had tried to follow the rules. You had been called an accident since you were young, and you understood exactly what that implied for you. But still you worked hard to achieve as much as your siblings. At first you had even surpassed them in most areas; quickly you realized just how much that didn’t matter to your parents. It never mattered if your grades were bad, you understood the family politics, you became fluent in every language that your family had ties with, the instruments you played…the list went on. Your place in the family never changed. Your parents still looked at you with a heavy detest in their eyes it eventually shut down your want to appease them.
So you stopped the extra lessons and changed your path. You took up watercolour painting and cooking. Even turning your studies to the stars and universe above you. Your parents never knew because they took no notice.
Infatuation didn’t even cover your love for the science of other galaxies, obsession might be a better word. Spending hours upon hours leisurely reading everything you could on them. A single wish of being able to see it all yourself.
But you were here, on earth, the last place you wanted to be.
“Duty….since when have I ever had a duty to uphold?” Looking to the moon for solace, you let your anger simmer. A hesitant silence looms over you both before he speaks again.
“You are a princess, miss.”
You could feel the bile from your stomach threaten to claw up your throat, “just because I’m a princess doesn’t mean I don’t deserve love.”
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“Guards!” Your fathers aggravating voice booms through the castles library hall. The main doors fly open and two large men rush through, you don’t have time to react before they are each grabbing one of your arms. “Escort the princess back to her room.”
“You think locking me up will get me to agree?” Straining against the hard hands on you, you push forward.
“Agreeance or not, you will marry Lord Tun. It’s your choice whether you go peacefully or if I have to drag you the whole way there.” He threatens. His cold eyes trained on your blazing ones. “You should be thankful your life has a purpose, thankful that anyone would be willing to marry you.
“THANKFUL?!” Throat burning, the acidic taste from your stomach makes your voice hoarse. Your legs kick out in fury, shoving at the men surrounding you. “Should I be thankful that my existence means nothing to you?”
“Finally you can be useful to this family.” He slams the book you were studying before he entered onto the table. He’s watching your reaction, the calculation in his eyes making your blood boil. “No more of these ridiculous ventures. They have made you obstinate and disrespectful. Your empty head is only filled with pathetic knowledge, making you unusable in any other way. You owe it to this family to be obedient in this marriage.”
“You know nothing of me!” You scream, throwing your whole body at him. Never in your life have you ever wanted to use violence until this moment, even more so on your father. Your anger numbs you to the pain in your arms, the bruises forming from the two men holding you back. “I owe you NOTHING.”
“You owe me your LIFE.” He barks art you, slamming his foot on the hardwood. This time you do flinch. “And I will do with it as I see fit.”
Adjusting his robes he signals at the guards holding you.
“Take her. Her room shall be locked until I call for her presence.”
As they pull you away, your body goes limp. Every word you thought your parents felt about you had now been expressed out loud. You let them drag you into the room, throwing you onto the bed you catch yourself. Eyes and mind glazing over with tears and rage. But not enough to not hear one of them mumble ‘ungreatful’ under their breath.
The doors slam shut with such force it shakes the paintings on your wall. The loud metal clank of the door locking seals your mouth as you fall onto the bed, angry tears stream down your face as you let yourself give in to exhaustion.
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It had been hours since your door was locked, food had been slid in on a silver tray but you had refused to eat it. The anger in your body making your desire for food vanish for the night. When they had collected the still full tray you had attempted to rush whoever was at the door to escape. However, your plans were in vain as there were two guards with the kitchen maid. It felt as though you had run into a wall when you collided with them.
You couldn’t tell how long you had sat there, curled up on the cold marble floor, the only warmth coming from your thin day dress. Tears drying up after admitting to yourself that you were an animal locked in a cage, and that’s all you would ever be. A small canary locked in a desolate, rusty cage watching the bright, endless sky in longing.
The sky had begun to darken through your balcony window, the shadows in your room first receding then becoming new in the moons light. Your glazed eyes only focused on the floor, silence cutting you deeper and deeper as the hours ticked by. Wishing for things that could never happen.
Wishing to be free…free to go where you wanted. Free to see the world, all worlds. Free to love. Love? The image of the beautiful long haired blonde man flashes through the stars in your mind. His slender silhouette in the forefront of your mind appears in the shadows on the floor, not sure if you’re imagining it or if it could be real. Either way you don’t move, you can’t. Body frozen in place.
“Miss?” A soothing concerned voice dances on the still air, stirring you from your trance. Your eyes gradually moving up to the glass doors, now open, the warm air covers you, the delusions of a man you can never be with melts away. The realization is slow to you, leaving the real man in your bedroom.
“Hyunjin?” You croak quietly, voice catching as it feels like it’s tearing through your throat.
He rushes over to you, warm hands cupping your cheeks searching through the depths to find you again.
“I’m here, princess.” He urges, the tone in his voice is something you can’t place, but you’re too lost in your sadness. His presense pulling you out little by little. “You’re not alone.”
Swallowing the saliva collecting in your mouth feels rough but it gives you just enough relief to speak.
“How come when you call me princess it sounds so nice, but from others it sounds like a threat?” Softly chuckling to yourself, you see a glimmer in his eyes. A smile forming on his angelic face. If not for your state of mind, you would never speak like this outloud around him. The butterflies normally causing chaos in your stomach are fluttering with a want to fall deeper into his eyes.
His thumb begins to caress the plump skin on your cheeks, “My princess.”
Realzing you’ve exposed yourself, you begin to feel your body heat up. Embarrassment invades your sense, your cheeks and eyes giving you away.
“What are you doing here?” You whisper, enclosing his hands in yours and pulling them away from your face. Not really letting go of them, for fear of dropping again.
“I have to show you something.” He stares down at your hands on his, hesitantly feeling the soft flesh of your delicate hands.
Hearing footsteps pass by your door, you glance at the menacing wooden behemoths. Do you risk going with him? The possibilities of him being punished for helping you break out of your dim cell are endless. You have no idea what your father would do to him, but whatever it would be would be wishing for death.
Or do you throw all concers away? He risked so much to just come here, he knows how bad this could be…but still he came.
“Will you come with me?” There’s almost a pleading sound in his voice, strained in a way. You look back to him. On his knees infront of you on the marble floor, large hands in yours, dressed in black only with a wish for you to go with him. Something unspoken passes in his eyes, you vaguely see it before it’s gone.
“Yes.” You sound out of breath when you finally answer. His smile knocking the wind out of you. He jumps to his feet, pulling you up with him, never letting go as he runs the both of you to the balcony. You peer over the edge, 3 stories down is the lush green grass and flower beds. You assumed he had climbed up something, but you see nothing he could have used.
“How-?” You cut yourself off, dry laugh stopping you from even finishing your thought. From all the times you’ve known Hyunjin you’ve learned not to ask. Somethings about him could be explained, but others seemed too impossible to try.
“Do you trust me?” He dead pans for a moment before raising an eyebrow to you.
“Always.”
If tonight was the last night you could be yourself, to truly let yourself feel things you never let yourself before, then no more acting coy. No more covering it up. Honesty for one night, before the rest of your life lying, lies entrapping you to be who your family demanded of you.
He steps up onto the stone edge of the balcony, hand reaching out to help you alongside him. You don’t hesitate as you follow him up. The height dizzying you, you clasp harder onto him. He lets out a small laugh as his arms reach around you, one around your back and the other under your legs.
You squeak in surprise. You had not been expecting to be carried bridal style in this situation. Your arms loop around his neck, staring at him in disbelief.
“Still trust me?” Mischief cracks onto his features.
“Al~wa~ys~” You dare him.
“Close your eyes then.” He whispers into your ear, to which you do so. Now whether that was from the closeness of his voice and breath on your skin or just following commands, you didn’t know.
Regardless, before you can even process you feel a rush of wind race past you, your body feeling momentarily light before gravity restarted.
“It’s time to run princess.” His soft voice sings. You peer one eye open, the other quickly following when see that you are now on the grass. No questions, you warn yourself. He gently places you back on your feet, this time it’s you who extends your hand for him to take before running off into the surrounding forest.
You don’t know where you’re running, but it doesn’t matter. Everything that’s happening in these past moments, could all be a dream. Even if this turns out ot be one for now you would fully embrace it. Before long he’s overtaking you, his enchanting laugh fills your ears as he directs you deeper and deeper into the wooded dangerous area. The light of the moon beaks through the tops of the trees, your lunges inflating with an air you had missed.
You both burst through the tree line, illuminated by the stars and moon is a small clearing. A pond reflects back the night sky creating even more of an endless illusion. You walk past him as he slows, dropping his hand to full take in all that is around you. For the first time in what feels like forever your heart feels full, full of life, full of wonder, full of joy.
Your breath stops, heart beats wildly when you look to him. His hair even more golden by the moon, skin so smooth like diamond, eyes showing exactly what you see when you gaze upwards. You can’t think of what to say…. There’s so much unknown about him, so much more that you want to know. Trying to regain your thoughts when he appears like this proves futile.
“Would you honour me with a dance princess?” He bows, before reaching out a hand. You can’t help but laugh, thoughts returning to you.
“You’re supposed to be showing me something” You squint at him, smirk on your face.
He steps up to you, his breath on your skin makes you shudder. Closer then you thought you could have, but not close enough to what you wanted.
“One dance” His pointer finger shows the number as he pouts cutely at you.
“One.” You agree, giving in all too easy.
He takes a step back to allow himself room to offer you his hand. His smile taking a mischievous turn, you laugh as you accept it. Instantly the subdued butterflies are beginning to become jittery as they normally do when he is close to you.
Pulling you close he wraps his other arm around you, you fight against the sound wanting to announce your inner thoughts as his body becomes flush with yours. You remember yourself enough to lift your arm to rest on his shoulder. He starts you both off in a casual step, occasional spins making you feel more light headed… maybe it wasn’t the spins….becuase when you come back to him, his smile is blinding.
The dance becomes more complex, lifts and turns you’ve never done before. But here, in his arms it all seems familiar. Every move playfully calculated by him to make you laugh, to make you feel giddy and light. This is a moment you’ve only seen in your dreams, but somehow it’s real.
The warmth of his hand on your lower back. The firm safety of his arm around you. The sturdy comfort of his chest pressed to yours. You’re too afraid to blink, terrified to miss a single moment. A moment that could come crashing to an end in a split second.
A slow dip takes you by surprise as he pulls you back up this time faces only inches apart, his face aglow with a purple light. The whole clearing is now covered in purple. He keeps you close, continuing to dance with you eyes locked on your reactions. Your mind is spinning, confusion on how there could be light this far in. Curiosity gets the better of you, tilting your head back to look up.
In that moment, every unexplainable thing about Hyunjin is no longer out of your grasp. A purple beam of light trails straight out and down of the bottom of what to appears as a circular ship. Decorated with many white lights and grey features you cannot see in the midst of the shadows it is making on itself.
“It’s …” He slows your dance as he waits for your response. You don’t even register the fear in his trembling figure as you step back. Breaking contact to observe more carefully.
“It’s beautiful” A smile from your heart appears on your face, eyes showing the purple lights dancing in them. Everything you wanted to escape was right there, even if you weren’t meant to leave, your dreams of it existing was something astonishing.
“You’re beautiful.”
You feel your heart constrict. The heaviness now returning. Reality of what this meant for you…for him..for you both setting in.
“I see you.” Is all you can manage to say, body betraying you as tears stream down your face. He’s with you in an instant, cupping your face adn wiping them away.
“You see what I truly am. But you don’t know my heart. Not yet,” The pleading in his eyes returns. His voice shaking as he speaks. “The only reason i stayed, the only reason I took this job. Was to stay close to you, I adored the way you were. I wanted to be able to watch you become something magnificent. But I can’t let you go without telling you….”
“Telling you how much I love you.”
One sentence from him simultaneously breaks your heart and heals all of your past, in an instant. Choking on your tears you can’t find words. As much as you loved him, could you accept that he wasn’t from your world? Could you run away from your life and family just liked you always dreamed? Did you love him enough? Did you truly know what love was?
“You don’t have to say anything. Please just listen to my last request-” You can only nod at him. “In two days time I have to leave, I have to go back home to my planet, but I want you to come with me. I want to give you everything in this universe and more.”
Your wide eyes stricken with panic fill with more tears. He’s leaving? But he wants you to go with him… You didn’t know what to do.
“No, no, don’t panic.” He reads your emotions quickly. “I’ll be here before I leave, I can wait till then for your answer. I won-”
“Princess!” An angry dark shout breaks the moment, dreadful silence following after.
The ships lights turn out and it disappears completely, before you’re brain has time to catch up.
“There looking for me.” Now panic for a different reason rises. Your eyes dart around the edges of the clearing. Nothing visible yet, there’s still time. “You need to run.”
“What? No, princess.” His face morphing to confusion and concern.
“Please? For me, run. I don’t want you to get hurt.” You beg, holding his hands to your chest. To let him feel the calm stray rhythm of your heart. “Besides what can they do to me? Lock me in a room and marry me off to some old guy?”
Your joke lacks any humour, as you both know what your asking him to do.
“I promise to think about it, I promise to give you an answer, but you need to run.” You’re mind set, watching the emotions play through his eyes. “Please?”
He kisses your forehead before retreating back, the voices getting angrier as they approach.
“I’ll be here. I’ll wait.” He takes off running.
You become breathless as a cluster of Guards find you alone in the clearing. “You better feel lucky that we found you when we did, you’re father was demanding your head at one point.”
You roll your eyes as you’re dragged back to the castle, steeling yourself for the punishment you were about to recieve.
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“I hate this colour…” You mumble to yourself, staring at the ballgown chosen by your family. Not only was it a colour you didn’t like, but it has a terrible silhouette, uncomfortable material, but it was also to mark you as the bride to be tonight.
You tsk angrily at it once again as you saunter over to your window. Barred balcony doors now only letting you catch a glimpse of the night sky.
A night had already passed since you were seized and detained at the palace again. He said he’d wait for you, but you had no way of getting there. No way of sending any sign of your situation. And of course tonight of all nights Lord Tun and your parents had decided would be the engagement party.
A knock at your door tears you away from your angry stupor.
“Come in.” You call, unmoving. You hear the door creak open and rustling drawing near.
“Princess, a gift has been delivered to you.” One of your families longterm maids informs you. She was the only person in this retched place that had any pity and remorse towards you. She learned quickly to never show it infront of your family, but you knew she was always worried for you.
“What is it?” You question, a gift? Who would send you a gift? “A dress?”
She hangs the large garment bag from the clothing rack. Unzipping the white cloth and revealing the most beautiful gown you had ever seen. Layers upon layers of a soft grey material, in sections almost seeming black incredibly detailed with silver lining. Sparkles catching the light upon every movement, dusted over the whole gown but concentrated around the hem. It was like stars in the night sky.
“Who?”
“I would assume the boy that sees the stars in you.” She offers. “I may be old, but I am not blind.”
“Do you think it’s too late?”
She contemplates your question only for a moment before giving a devilish smile, “I say, give them one hell of a show and start running.”
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Running up each step, you’d lost your shoes long ago, dress hicked up so you won’t have to worry about tripping. You can’t afford to let anything slow you down, can’t look back.
You swing the wood door open to the maids quarters, the metal key on the bed as she said it would be. Dashing through through the chamber you grab the cold key, palms sweaty you hold it to your chest. Your feet are numb to the pain of fleeing the Engagment party. You turn down corridor after corridor, evading everyone frantically searching for you.
Your lungs burn from not taking in enough air, but you ignore it. Nothing would stop you from getting out of this palace. Nothing.
So close are you to the hidden back door, the door only the maids know about. Your only true escape route.
There was no way you’d be forgiven for the scene you caused at the party. Making a grand entrance in the dress he left for you. The anger in your heart you finally spoke allowed, watching as the perfect faces cracked as your voice words assaulted them like a flaming train wreck. Maybe flipping the cake onto your parents as you ran past them was on the petty side, but by the stars it made you feel better.
The shelving unit that hides the door comes into sight. Crashing into it, you push it aside, arms trembling with exhaustion. The key smoothly slides in the door, flinging it open you’re overwhelmed with the cool night air. Grabbing your skirt once again you waste no time. You take off running towards the clearing you have not been able to forget. The secret memories you’ve held onto for so long, flood your mind as you break the outer tree line.
Late nights sneaking out the court yards to watch the young boy train with the others. The pretty, soft face your butterflies first took flight for. His limbs long and thin, making him look awkward as he tried to keep up. You’d laugh at his endearing attempts, but your heart stirred. Eventually he grew into himself, his body being lean with muscle, every move becoming sure and strong. With that more fascination grew.
Sneaking around to catch glimpses of his combat training weren't enough. When he took on the roll of driver you were beside yourself when you found out he would be your alternate driver on occasions. That in itself made you show up at more family events, much to your dismay and parents approval of appearances. But having him for any moment for yourself made all the nights worth it.
Catching any sight of him in the palace walls made the torment more bearable. The first time you had a real conversation on a drive back from an event you thought for sure the beating in your heart could be heard from the backseat. Swallowing down the involuntary need to stutter or rush your words out in fear of saying something abrasive. But the more he spoke the more you wanted to listen, and the more he encouraged you to speak as well.
The feeling of normality but in something so extraordinary.
Everything in you is screaming in pain as you finally close in on the clearing. Your feet bleeding from the forest floor, lungs on fire, fatigue wearing on you. Still you hope on everything in this world he is there. Waiting for you.
Bursting through the thick trees, you see his figure standing in the middle of the grassy plane.
“Hyunjin!” You manage to scream, although it comes out hoarse and the burn bites back.
He turns to you just in time for you to lunch yourself at him, arms wrapping around his neck. You feel him freeze in shock for a moment then his arms wrap around your torso. He holds you incredibly close.
“Princess” He whispers into your hair, inhaling your scent as he tightens around you. You lean into him but shift to try to take the pain off of your feet, now that you’ve made it your mind and body are catching up with eachother.
He notices instantly, pulling back to look you up and down. You dress had ripped at the hem, must have caught on something as you were running. Because of the rip he can see you bloody feet. He kneels down infront of you, lifting one with a feather light touch to examine it.
“Are you in much pain?” The concern in his voice and his skin on yours, even how small it is, makes you feel as though you could dance forever.
“Not now.” You shake your head. He continues to look at the torn skin.”I see what you are…”
He freezes, eyes widening up at you.
“I know you are not from here, but far away.” You continue. “And that is a scary thought.”
You take a deep breath as his eyes start to swim with panic.
“But you are still you, no matter where you’re from.” You smile, letting your heart sing fully for the first time. “I don’t need the universe. All I need is you. So wherever you go, I shall go too.”
Instantly the clearing fill with purple light again, it surprises you to look up. The same ship as before hovers over you, the beam in a circular perimeter around you both. You study it in awe, forgetting yourself and the man infront of you.
Your curiosity is broken when he sweeps you off your feet, like that night, when he broke you out. You release a startled squeak, holding onto him now feels like second nature.
“My princess.” He coos at you, eyes shimmering with the stars in your heart.
“Yes. Your princess.” You breath as he leans in, soft lips gently brushing against yours. The lights around you becoming too bright to keep your eyes open. His electricity and heat course through you and you know that you’ve left this world behind.
All those nights wishing on shooting stars didn’t amount to anything, you should have wished on a fallen one.
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Han's and Hyunjin's songs are always so relatable, i always get deep in my feelings when i listen to them
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NO I DKNT THINK YOU UNDERSTAND HOW COMFORTING I FIND AILEN
#ailen#alien#han#han jisung#lee know#skz#skz replay#stray kdis#stray kids replay#felix#bangchan#hyunjin#IN#seungmin#changbin
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【Ｍｅｄｄｌｅ Ａｂｏｕｔ】 Ｃｈ Ｔｈｒｅｅ： Ｍｅｇａｖｅｒｓｅ
⭐︎ IN COLLABERATION WITH @jonespicy
⭐︎ PAIRING: HYUNJIN X READER
⭐︎ WC: 1,054
⭐︎ CW: Talks of moving, horrible sleep schedule, hyunjin complains about sleep a lot, packing, pet names (1x sweetheart)
Y/N wasn’t sure when she had fallen asleep, or even when she had gotten home. The last thing that she would have remembered was being at Hyunjin’s ship and trying to get in contact with his friends. One thing for sure, she was happy to wake up to him right next to her. It must’ve been late, with the moon lighting the room as little as possible.
Immediately, she could tell Hyunjin was awake, with the way his eyes glimmered in the dim lighting, admiring her once peaceful sleeping face “Good morning, sleepyhead.” He said with a sweet smile slowly creeping onto his face.
Y/N couldn’t help but smile as well, snuggling right back into the covers, and burying their face into Hyunjins chest, “Good Morning to you too.. How long have I been out for?”
“Just a few hours, nothing too bad.. Sometime between 7pm to now?” He claimed, his fingers rubbing circles on her back over and over, soothing her into relaxation.
“And now is,” Y/N turned her head to check the little alarm clock she had set on her bed side, it was around 4am, “4 in the morning.” She scoffed, turning back around and yawning.
“Tired still?” Hyunjin asked, moving his hands away from her back and stretching, yawning shortly afterwards as well. He knew very well that she was still tired, but knew that there was a lot to be done. After all, he finally got back in contact with his friends.
She nodded and sighed, “Yeah, but, there's a lot we need to get ready for, and that means getting back in contact with your friends from your planet and getting there safely.
“ I don’t think we have to worry much. I may or may not have forgotten to mention that during our conversation that uh,,” He cleared his throat and started to get out of bed, “That before they tracked the ship they said they’d come get us. It could be days from now or a few hours from now.”
Y/N eyes widened with excitement but also nervousness. Hours? Days? Why didn’t he mention this before? “Hang on, hang on.. Why didn’t you say anything?’
“Well you just seemed so tired after everything that happened that I didn’t want to keep you up any longer that I thought I should just wait to tell you.” He reassured, trying to make sure that she understood why he would wait.
She sighed, getting out of bed and getting changed, “I guess that makes sense, but if they’re on their way we should probably start packing.” Y/N explained, looking at Hyunjin who was slouched over and still dreading the fact that he had to get out of bed and away from the warm blankets.
“Do we have to pack now?” He pouted, locking eyes with Y/N as she started to move around and gather clothes and things that were considerably important.
“Yes, we have to pack now. Like you said it could be hours or it could be days, we have to be prepared, y’know?” She clarified, walking over to Hyunjin and setting down all of the stuff she had gathered before. Y/N gently cupped his face with her hands and tilted his head up.
“You’re right, but we could spend time cuddling before we have to travel across space…” He pouted even more, arms wrapping around her waist, not wanting to get ready to leave anytime soon. It was very evident that he wanted to sleep even longer.
Y/N giggled at all of his pouting, combing his hair back with her fingers, “Sweetie, as much as I’d love to, we really have to pack.” She explained, emphasizing on the word ‘really’.
Hyunjin groaned, letting go of her and flopping backwards before sighing, “Fineeeee.” He huffed out, watching her walk away and going back to packing, in which he soon got up and did the same, “I’m just saying though, sleeping while traveling in space is rough.”
She hummed in response, “Well I did research on that like long ago, before we met, so I’m plenty aware.” Y/N began to put things in bags and boxes, even though they won’t serve a purpose after they travel across space.
“And Planet Miroh has a different time zone too, especially where I live.” He explained, starting to pack as well. Y/N smiled at his attempts of trying to sleep longer, knowing full well that it wouldn’t work.
Humming in response to all of his attempts of trying to go back to bed, she still continued to set everything up and walk around the house, gathering more important things. All of her paperwork on research of space itself going into folders and then a box specifically labeled ‘research’. All of her equipment going back into its original boxes.
Hyunjin helped as well, wanting to make sure that all of what she needed was what she actually needed, “I think Chan will be quite impressed with all of your research. You even having a folder separate on Miroh would be impressive as well.”
Y/N looked at Hyunjin with confusion, “Chan?” You tilted your head as well, stopping all of your movements.
“Yeah! Chan is the oldest of our friend group, and also technically our ‘leader’. He was the one I spoke to on my crashed ship.” Hyunjin explained, moving all of the boxes together.
“Oh, okay.” Y/N accepted, putting the last of the many folders into the box and setting the box along with all of the others.
“I think that’s it.” She said, turning to Hyunjin and wrapping her arms around his neck.
Hands gently resting at her waist, he pulled her close and smiled at her gently, “That’s all of it. I don’t think it’ll be too long before they arrive.” He explained, pressing a kiss to her forehead gently.
After a few moments of silence, she finally spoke up, “Jinnie, is the air on your planet safe enough to breathe?”
“Well if I can breathe the air here, I think we should be–” suddenly a bright light seemed to be beaming down onto an empty area of grass, causing both her and Hyunjin to squint and quickly make their way over to a window.
The ship was finally here.
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hi y’all! sorry it’s been so long. life has been wiiild. but i am working on alien hyunjin pt 2 and i’m wondering what y’all would want to theoretically see in pt2. 👀👀
lemme know…
#skz#stray kids#hyunjin x reader#alien!hyunjin#skz fics#uhh idk what else to tag hopefully it finds the right crew ✊🏾
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cryptid hyunjin
cryptic photo collection of hwang hyunjin
bro is beautiful
bro is not human
#vent#personal vent#cryptidcore#cryptid#cryptic#hwang hyunjin#hwang#hyunjin#grime#alien#aliencore#lullaby#sensitive#viewer discretion#viewer discretion is advised#disturbing#stray kids#skz#parasocial#hallucinating#hallucination#was a vent post but hyunjin didn't deserve it#and i feel embarrassed expressing my emotions#vent on main?? never#cute#teehee#silly
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