"I've been visited by the Angel of music." @1nthedarknessofthenight - Tumblr Blog

﴾ venus as a boy

pairing: alien!han jisung x f!reader

genre: one-shot, sci-fi au, smut

word count: 29K

warnings: alien!han & human!reader ⋆ switch!han & switch!reader ⋆ tentacle!play (han has a different anatomy!) ⋆ sucking tentacles! & penetration by tentacles! ⋆ sensory!play⋆ small!dry humping ⋆ obsessive behavior ⋆ a lot of drooling ⋆ dirty talk ⋆ han whimpers a lot⋆ spitting! ⋆ biting! ⋆ marking! ⋆ nipple!play ⋆ overstimulation ⋆ oral (f. receiving) ⋆ cunnilingus ⋆ breading kink! (ehm a very big one) ⋆ tummy bulge!⋆ unprotected!sex ⋆ creampie!

summary: after so many wishes, you almost learned to accept it — the silence, the feeling that your fate had already been sealed by your own loneliness, but then, after so many nights of whispering your hopes, one of them was finally heard and its answer came falling from the sky…

main masterlist

──────────────────────

Everyday was the same for you — a never ending circle. It was all too quiet for you after a while. You wished for a change, even the smallest one, because you couldn’t accept that this is it. You wished for a change in anything and everything — when you would blow on a dandelion or even when you would find a piece of clover, but none of it worked. Your life was simple, almost perfect, you really had no reason to be wishing for something more, but to you, it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t what you needed. On each birthday or new year, you just decided to hope — hope that it would come to you eventually. However you did break your own promise, a single wish that somehow was heard — heard from the stars above.

You don’t even know, what you wanted anymore. If something would come, you think you wouldn’t know what to do. Every day you woke up to the sound of the rooster singing in the coop. A small farm at the outskirts of a small city was given to you by your aunt and being a struggling young adult, you took the opportunity. You just didn’t know that would be the last gift you would ever receive from her. She passed away few months after that, like it was her last wish. You can still remember her smiling at your clumsiness and the way you struggled to even feed the animals from a close distance. You could have gone home, sold this place which she gave to you — but you would never do that to her. Not after everything she done for you, living her last moments with you, showing you what she loved the most and that is why you feel so horrible of asking for a change. It was her home after all, everything here is still hers, she did everything — you just wished you could bring something of yours to this place too.

Sometimes you think you don’t deserve it — everything she left you, but you then remember her telling you that there was no other person that could have deserve this more than you. From all the production her lovely farm gives, you didn’t have to worry about working, just living and that is maybe what you struggle with the most. You want a change, however you don’t do anything to get it — you hate yourself because of it, that you just expect it will fall right on your head. The once difficult things had passed, they were now simple — your everyday routine, but still you always try to find even the slightest of changes.

Today, just like any other, was spent outside. Your own body was moving around unconsciously, on an instinct, while your mind was stuck. You wonder why you didn’t try more and maybe go for the thing you have spent most of your life studying for, but deep down you knew that it just wasn’t enough…you wanted something more — something otherworldly. Something new that could open your clouded mind and see that it all make sense. With you being here, with you deciding to stay and wait for a bit longer. The animals keep you company at least, reminding you that you are not so alone as you might think. The cat left by your aunt didn’t leave your side — a beautiful black, fluffy ball, lighting up most of your days. However, today it was different…

From the way she kept looking around, like searching, sitting closely to your side, observing her surroundings — you didn’t think much of it, till you noticed the others behaving differently as well. You are no fool, you know that animals sense things humans cannot, but somehow you felt your heart beating just a bit faster than usual. You blamed it on the earth itself. It was so quiet throughout the day, more than you are used to. It was a beautiful day, but it felt like it was the calm right before a storm and you were only proven right, when you saw the news. A meteor shower was announced, at midnight and that is a change you were waiting for all along — but as all people say…change comes, when you least expect it and that because true.

The farm was a little away from the city and even at night its lights weren’t strong as the once in the sky. You could probably name each and every star from memory, still counting them down, till you maybe find a new one. Never once you saw one passing however, like you were stuck in time, but the sudden news, made you feel warm in expectation. Maybe you could make a one last wish, maybe it would bring you something that would change your view of the world around you forever.

At night, everything turns quiet — even the crickets and the owl, that would always sing in the distance. You feel a slight bite at the tips of your fingers, making you pull the blanket around you just a bit tighter. Your warm breath materializes infront of you, clouding your vision for a moment, before it dissolves into the night’s breeze. You are alone, you know it, but being alone for so long couldn’t stop the paranoia slowly creeping up on you. You feel a presence, somewhere far away, but you only shake your head at yourself, head tilting up to the sky. A soft purr echoes under you, slight pressure digging into your leg, making you snap out of your thoughts all together.

You don’t know for how long you have been waiting outside, staring into the abyss up in the skies, waiting — just waiting for something to appear between the already known stars. You feel silly somehow, sitting outside on your porch, while the others in the world are doing something else with their lives, already forgetting about the simple, small news that brought you a sense of excitement. However you feel lucky, because you know that you might be the first one to see it, first one to make a wish. Another sigh leaves you, cold biting your cheeks, when a small gust of wind passes by. It brings you a fresh breath of air, an unfamiliar feeling that momentarily makes you choke, because at that a first light passes in the sky.

The shinning light reflects in your eyes, pupils galloping another one passing by. It is beautiful — you sometimes forgot how your planet can be this mesmerizing and you can’t help, but wonder if maybe you are not the only one up there experiencing such a show. You start to count them, but each time another one passes by, now too many up in the sky, that it made you lose your count. So you decide to just to admire, just wait. Each meteor cuts through the darkness, flying through the sky, till they disappear behind the trees. Every one of them flies the same way, like they also have a destination to fulfill. But then you saw it — a one so different from the others.

It is faster, brighter than the others and you blink a little as you swear it had a different hue of color to it too. Everything stills for a moment, your next breath not leaving you as you watch it glide through the sky. It passes the others, falling faster and you swear you can see it moving into a different direction — like it came from a whole different place than the others. That is what you were waiting for…you were waiting for a feeling, for the right star that you wish upon. In the midst of the meteor shower, the bright light seems so out of space — moving so differently, but it seems like it had a destination just like the other. So before it vanishes, you try to make your wish. However your mind was frozen, completely mesmerized, eyes unmoving and forgetting…though you didn’t know that your wish was already heard.

When the striking glow disappears, the feeling doesn’t — like something was slowly making its way to you. To your heart, body and mind all together. It was nothing, just a one small change shouldn’t make you feel like this. It was something that you quite couldn’t comprehend yet, like somewhere in your head there was a door ready to be open. When it left, so did your interest. You didn’t find the appeal to watch the sky any longer, but you tell yourself it was the cold lightly biting at your skin. Standing up to your feet, your blanket drips around you, flowing lightly in the night’s breeze as you make your way inside.

The old home creeked at your every step, the sound of the wood under your feet almost screeching in the quietness. A wave of tiredness washes over you, blinking rapidly at the sudden feeling, shoulders drooping. You didn’t even notice how your muscles were screaming for you to lay down till now, slowly melting from the freezing outside. It was something about the darkness around you — it felt so different somehow, you couldn’t help but quicken your steps to your bathroom, heart beating faster. Paranoia…or was it? You have always felt safe here, knowing that there wasn’t no human being anywhere near you, but that was it.

You swallow your deep breath of what seem like fright, closing the door behind you like it could close off the feeling altogether. However even when your hands come to shed your clothes, even when you stepped inside your shower — warm water piercing your cold bitten skin, it doesn’t go away. Being so alone, without any contact of another, really maybe does something to a person. You are just searching for it, seeing it and imagining — your own mind is playing ticks on you again. It happened before, so many times, when you first stayed here…each one you think it might be different, that you maybe be right, but now — you hope you are not. It truly feels like something out of this planet, something that your human self can’t quite catch…before it is too late.

Your bed awaits for you, cold, even when you pull your covers up to your chin. It is so lonely. You lack the warmth. Your eyes stay on the moonlight hitting the walls — no movement, no shadow passing by…You want to fight the exhaustion, not ready to close your eyes just yet, like something would appear the moment you do. You sigh softly at yourself, blowing hot air onto your freezing fingers, curling up into a ball to fight the cold as well as the feeling of upcoming doom. No one is here…that’s what you repeat to yourself silently, eyes drifting close for a brief second. You couldn’t fight no more, a low hum filling your exhausted mind, the sound taking you to, what seem like an almost blissful sleep.

────

You feel a small trail of sweat gathering at your hairline, skin ablaze from the duvet draped over your body, caging you in the suffocating heat. The air in the room is the same — cold, but you can almost taste the sudden density of it. Your mind is awake before your eyes can blink open, the state you are in making your wonder if you had a nightmare…no, you weren’t dreaming. Your head is in a haze, muscles strained, not even twitching, ready to fall back into the land of dreams, before you hear a sound. It was quiet, hidden by the humming of your blood in your ears. Just a creek of your old wooden home.

The house talks all the time, the years spend here reflecting in its state. You are still too exhausted to even move, but the sound does linger. You are pulled back to your reality slowly, the uncomfortable heat under your blankets making you finally take a move — just a small shift, another groan of the wood is heard…but it didn’t came from your bed. It was coming from outside your door. Your eyes open at that, still glued together with sleep, staring up to your bedroom’s ceiling. The cold air however doesn’t soothen you and you ignore your body trying to pull you back to sleep as your heart beat quickens and hearing sharpens.

No sound — maybe you have imagined it, maybe it was just the house, nothing more. You look down your body, eyes falling on to your cat who is soundly asleep next to your feet. The thought of maybe her being the cause of the sound flies away and now you can’t help, but feel uneasiness rising in you, because never once you have woken up just like that. Maybe your unconsciousness sensed something unfamiliar, something different. Then — then you hear it again, a creak, louder, heavier and it makes you gasp lightly. It sounded like a crash, the noise ringing in your ears. You don’t feel a stir next to you on the bed, but you are sure the thing you heard, wasn’t your mind playing tricks on you.

It couldn’t be the wind banging against your windows or one of the animals maybe coming loose — no, it was inside, right here with you. You become wide awake, fear filling you as you slowly and carefully sit up. You don’t want to believe for a moment longer, just so you could calm your racing heart, but the more you turn to stare at your bedroom door, the more you became uneasy. It is still dark, your bedside clock reading 3:00 am — the witching hour. You must be dreaming, this must be a true nightmare.

In your exhausted state you forgot to bring your phone here with you, such a stupid mistake to do. The air shifts around you as you pull your covers down your body. It is so quiet, unnaturally so. It could be anything — anyone. What if you are not so safe here as you once thought? Between your anxiety and fear, you feel a spark of curiously dispise yourself. There is no way you could just lay back down and fall asleep, knowing that the sound you heard wasn’t your imagination. You suddenly remember about the baseball bat your aunt kept after her husband — a once sweet memory how the two have met on a playing field could probably save your life as well.

You shuffle down your bed, feet touching the freezing floor. You are quiet, you try to be, breath becoming heavy as you realize what you are actually doing. However there was no escape here for you, nowhere to hide — window to your bedroom was too high for you to jump down without breaking a bone. You choose the fight in your instinct, making your way to the closet. When you open it, your eyes instantly fall to your chosen weapon, momentarily hasitent. Bang! Your heart almost jumps from your chest, head whipping to the door. The noice was different, no doubt that it wasn’t the house itself — each time they were louder, not frequent and with no rhythm.

Somebody is inside…Your hesitation disappears, shaking hands grasping the bat, standing slowly up on your trembling legs. It almost sounded like something fell and you hate that you will soon find out what exactly it was. The wooden floors creek lightly under your feet, realizing that one of the sounds you heard was maybe a footstep as well. You always were more scared of humans than the animals. They were unexpected, full of emotions that could burst so suddenly. You are shaking in terror, when you go to the door to wrap your hand around the door knob. You know that the person — you still hope it isn’t, definitely knows about you. Your belongings lay everywhere, your house warm in the sense of a human touch.

You hold your breath, grip tight around your weapon, that however still shakes in your mocked strong grasp. You realize that you have no idea about the verabouts of your enemy — they might be just waiting for you. No, if they were, they would be quieter, stealthier. You really can’t help it, but feel curious about their intentions. If it is an intruder, why are being so loud? Their actions became more vivid, the more you stayed back, like they wanted you to finally come out from your hiding…Maybe it is a trap. Though also if they wanted to hurt you, wouldn’t they do that when you were asleep? You really can’t keep guessing, it only makes your head spin, unfocused.

You take a deep breath, finally finding the courage to push the door open just slightly, ears pricking at any sound that could indicate danger. Nothing — why is it like that? One second you hear something and then it becomes eerily silent, you quickly realize that it wasn’t that…it was in the distance. Your eyes scan through the hallway, no one, no print or a door open. But then you hear the faintest of a noise — like a sigh. It sounded human, the reality washing over you like a cold shower. Your vision lands into the direction, head sticking out of the doorway, till your eyes land on the stairs. It came from downstairs…

You can’t fight the tears of fright anymore, even so, you still take a move to walk outside your room to the open. You are being stupid — you know that, but there was no other way for you to go. With careful steps, both of your hands come to wrap around the handle of your weapon. Maybe if you are quick enough, you could run out, but your small plan is so incomplete as you don’t even know who you are even facing. You just have to trust yourself of not holding back, if it will be needed. Walking your way towards the staircase, you cringe lightly as even with the most careful steps the floor under you creeks. Even if you heard the sound coming from downstairs, you found yourself looking back into the dark. You can’t even switch a light on, only the light of the moon lighting up your dark path — you can only listen and hope.

With the first step on the stairs, you plant your feet so they would slide across the small platform, knowing that even the sound of your heal hitting the surface could alert the thing in your house. You breathe out every time you descent more, silently counting down, till it becomes one — only one more and you will be at the same level. However you stop yourself, standing up right on the last step, whole body trembling. A single tear rolls down your cheek when you hear a shuffle not so far from you, coming right from your kitchen. The door to the outside is also there and you now know that you can’t do anything, but fight. You can’t run — that would be stupid of you as the person might be standing right around the corner.

You stare is plastered on the painting before you — a beautiful, yet simple landscape of the outside you have come to love, the one which you so long for. It is so dark however, you are only picturing it in your mind. Your eyes fall down to your feet, not ready to take the step that might be your last. Though your vision is so minimal, it didn’t mean you couldn’t sense anything else. A wave of sweet, metallic smell hits your nose, face flashing with confusion just for a moment. You realize that maybe your eyes were only clouded by your own dark thoughts, because as you turn to look into the direction of your kitchen, they come to find something way more interesting.

It was glowing — a purple fluorescent substance stained the surface of the floor. You haven’t seen anything like it before, it was blooming with life. The sight strikes you so much that you don’t even realize you have stepped down from the last step. How did you not see it? Were you so scared, that you truly weren’t aware of your surroundings as you thought you were? Your eyes must be deceiving you…However when you step closer, the smell hits your nose again. It was familiar — recognizable, but how can it be coming from something so foreign? You take a small step closer to it, just a shuffle, before you kneel down to the small puddle.

It didn’t look appealing nor disgusting, it was almost mesmerizing to you. It didn’t look artificial, it was just some sort of liquid. Your fingers twitch next to you, eager to touch the glowing substance, but a sound stops you. Your eyes widened, momentarily frozen at your spot, because it sounded like a grunt — a sigh filled with pain. Then a shadow leans out of the doorframe of your kitchen, making you jump back up to your feet. Your heart stops, hands shaking as you hold your weapon over your head, watching in fright as the silhouette of a figure appears from the dark.

Trembling with horror, your sound of being startled gets stuck in your throat — the figure is hunched up, seeing their hand tightly gripping the doorway, but even, when another sound of pain leaves their lips, you don’t feel any pity nor curiosity. “Stay back!” Your voice is not a loud or strong as you wanted it to be, realizing that your biggest fear became true. However it seems like you were not the only one startled….Their head tilts to you and you don’t have to see their eyes to know that they are looking at you. They slightly jump at your voice, like they weren’t expecting anyone to be here — no, you know better than that, but you pray that you won’t live up to their intentions with you.

They suddenly move — sharply, but not intentionally it seems like, because they nearly lose their footing while doing so. Though it makes you back away from them, mind stuck and you have to scream at yourself for waiting. Waiting — you wish you didn’t have to do that. Their hand leaves the doorway, balancing on air, their move also making them show their other hand. It was coated with the same substance as the floor, illuminating their palm, as they held it up in defense. “I am hurt–“ Their voice is rough, small cough leaving their lips and by the lower tone you realize they are a man. A man got into your house…

You raise your weapon higher, but something stops you from swinging it — he lets out a near sob. Like a reminder, the smell of the liquid rushes back to your nose and when your eyes slowly drift to his shoulder you see it…an outline of a wound, illuminated what you think might be blood. “Hurt?” You repeat in disbelief, eyebrows furrowing, stare not moving from his shoulder. You must be seeing things — this is a dream, it must be, because why are you actually believing that the fluorescent substance is blood. The fear of unknown makes you shake, backing away from him even when you seem to have the upper hand. You think you don’t want to why and what you are seeing right now.

He must realize you are only more frightened by the sight of his blood, but it doesn’t stop him from moving closer to you, his hand glowing in the darkness. “I am not here to hurt you…” He says softly, voice still broken with pain. His words don’t move you, don’t make you feel better — because he is slowly making his way towards you.

Backing away, each time you take a step, he only moves closer to you, your head whipping around in panic. You know that you can’t just bash his head right now — wake up from this nightmare, but you can only seem to able to cry in fright. “I said — stay back!” You scream at him, not fully convincing even yourself that you sound strong and confident. “I will call the police!” Your words are frantic and you are in shock that you are acting the worst way possible in this situation. You shouldn’t be talking to him, you should be running or fighting right now, but you are too frozen with fear.

Your feet hit the stairs again, almost falling over, making you look back. It was just that second, that was enough from him to step slightly into the light of the moon. You still can’t see his face properly, but you can make out the outline of his features and his glimmering eyes, staring right into yours. You both are so close to each other right now and that makes even him stop for a moment just to look at you. Your skin burns under his piercing stare, chest heaving, trying to keep up with your racing heart. He slightly towers over you, even with his hunched up figure, hands falling to his side in defeat as he lightly wobbles in his spot.

You have no where to go, you are completely caged — no, you could, you just…you just don’t want to somehow. You are too struck by everything, from his appearance to the way he really doesn’t seem to want to harm you. However you still can’t be so sure, but one thing that ease you a little is that he truly seemed to be in pain. Your eyes blink, seeing him in a new light, watching his shoulders moving harshly with his fastening breaths. The grip on your weapon loosens just a little, frowning when your eyes go back to his wound. You can see it better now and the thing that scares you the most is that it looks real — his blood is radiating, the color of a vibrant purple, leaking from the cut the more he breaths out.

You can’t breathe yourself for a moment, trying to see if this is the true reality you are experiencing. He is different — how much you still don’t know and it should scare you more than make you curious. “Y-your blood…” Your own voice is foreign to you, trailing your eyes over his body like you are trying to figure out where the lie begins. There is nothing however…he is real. Your words seem to wake him up from the trance he was in. Unknowingly to you — you weren’t the only some mesmerized by the sight in front of you.

“Don’t be scared, please-“ He breaths out, his plea ending in a whine. He doesn’t look away from you, but you can see the way the light in his eyes dims a little. His whole body starts to tremble, hands trying to steady himself. It happens so fast…His body stills, breathing shudders, eyes close and just like that, you don’t even have the time to feel startled as he falls down to the ground, completely motionless.

You stare at the spot he was once standing at and it was almost like his presence was still there right in front of you. Sigh leaves your lips, tasting the saltiness of the few tears you have shed. You should feel relief — relief that this man who broke into your home was laying unconscious on the floor, but your worries only grew bigger. His body hit the ground hard, move so unexpected that you still are trying to fully grasp all of what has just happened. Your head tilts down to his direction, lying down in the spot where the streak of moon light was the brightest. His longer, dark hair covers his face, chest softly rising, indicating that your problem only seem to become bigger, than you anticipated.

Should you call the police? Should you just leave him there? Let his open wound out in the air? Do you — are you really thinking about helping him? You don’t even know what or who you are dealing with, but still the reality that he might be something other than human being, starts to rise to the surface. You are defeated, putting down the baseball bat you held over your head, heart beating in your ears. In the light you can finally take a look at him — he was lean, but under his foreign attire you can make out desent amount of muscle that makes you realize that if he wanted to, he would have taken you down easily. Not to mention you still don’t know what he is…

Your own legs move before you can process it, walking closer to his body and to the small puddle next to him. You really should be running right now, calling for help, but it is like something is drawing you in. Behind the metallic smell, there is something sweeter — scent so interesting and intense that it makes you fall softly to your knees. You don’t tear your eyes away from him for a moment longer, eyes trailing over his jawline and features that are still covered by his hair, but the fluorescent light is too much for you to ignore it any longer. Looking down next to your feet, you now know that there is definitely nothing stopping you from grazing your fingers over the liquid — the only thing that should concern you is completely harmless right now.

You hesitate a little, wild thoughts running through your mind — it’s his blood, you are now completely aware of this reality, but you wonder if it might hurt you in a sense…Like from the movie Alien — unknowingly to you that word will change your whole life completely. Your fingers dip into the substance, withdrawing quickly like you are afraid it would burn you, but to your relief it doesn’t. Your fingers spread the glowing purple across your skin, it isn’t a dye, it isn’t a joke nor a lie. Soft gasp leaves you when from the corner of your eye you see him move, ready to jump back. However there is only a small whimper and a move of his head, hair sliding down his face, till you get a a small glimpse of his nose and lips.

“What…what are you?” You whisper to yourself and like he could hear you, his lips fall apart in a sigh that mixes with yours. You don’t know what to do, because you are still trying to understand everything, but the unknown is too big for you to decide. There are just two choices for you — either you call someone and let them take him away or leave him…right here with you. You feel so stupid that you are leaning towards the other.

Your head pounds, hands reaching towards him, fingers twitching. You still hope that this is a dream somehow, but when you graze your hands over his side, he is warm…he is real. You might regret this, but for now, you told yourself you did the right thing. You shuffle your way behind him, hands sliding down the floor, till they touch the underside of his armpits. The material of his jacket feels soft, but it shined like the most beautiful leather. You shake your head at your own thoughts — you have bigger problems than taking apart his appearance, though that is also a big thing. You sigh heavily through your nose, pushing away your curiosity to concentrate.

Your strength seemed to leave you the moment you heard him walking through your house, almost falling over as you try to pick him up. You can’t believe, you are doing this…Bracing yourself, your hands grip tightly at him, slowly rising to your feet with his upper body. Huffing, your head turns to watch your steps, dragging him over the floor to the direction of your living room. Your heart almost stops, when you hear him let out a small cry, as the tips of your fingers dig under his wound. It makes you look down at his face, but now the dark hides his features from you, yet again.

You ignore him — the best you could, telling yourself that you are actually really kind of not leaving him there on the ground to bleed out. The journey to your couch is short thankfully, but dragging him towards it made you use all of the strength left in you. You take a couple of few needed breaths of oxygen, breathing in each time you pull him. The soft carpet is like a kiss to your frozen feet, but it burns just a little, when you pull him closer to your chest. The scent of his blood hits your nose as well as the other one — sweeter, warmer, you fight the heat trying to creep up on your face as you realize it is his natural scent that smells like this. You tell yourself that it only wraps around your head, because you are pushing your strength to the limit, making you dizzy in the process.

With all of your strength, you let out a small cry as you pull him to the couch. You move out of the way of his body just barely, stumbling slightly as you go to push his feet on the cushion as well. You are thankful that you were quick enough to move, you certainly wouldn’t be able to shove his body of you right now. The adrenaline from before seemed to vanish a long time ago, but if it was present you don’t think it would make any difference in your strength. You are so tired…Huffing, you pull away from him finally, silently asking yourself if you should take his shoes off so he wouldn’t dirty your soft beige couch — you ignore it for now, eyes moving back to the spot on his shoulder.

In the still darkness, his blood is the only light in your living room, sighing softly to yourself at the gruesomeness. Your vision is slowly getting use to the darkness surrounding you and when it was enough, you slip past his body to the switch on the wall. You blink harshly at the sudden brightness, fingers digging into your eyes, but you don’t waste your time — hand reaching before you, blindly trying to touch your fridge. Just at that you come to feel how cold it is, your whole body shivering, goosebumps running up your arms. Your fingers touch the cold surface of the fridge the same second you finally open your eyes.

Your small reflection stares at you for a brief moment, black spot clouding your vision, but you don’t want to acknowledge the look of fright that seems to permanently lock on your features. Pushing yourself on your tippy toes, your hand reaches to the top, grasping the handle of your med kit. It is heavy, hand slapping back to your side, plastic bumping into the softness of your thigh. The pain is subtle, forgotten as you open the small box on the counter. You don’t even know how bad his wound is…and if it truly is bad you don’t think a disinfection and a bandage is gone be any help. Turning around to grab the scissors on your kitchen counter, the knife sitting at the corner blings at you.

You can’t help, but pause, thinking. He might be unconscious and hurt, but what if it is an act? What if he is faking it? Lying to you and waiting for the right moment to strike? Your face falls at your own thoughts, head turning towards his direction, but the racing thoughts seem to dissolve the moment you do so. You can see the top of his head so clearly now, black hair shining in the new light. You forgot about your own thoughts just that, grabbing your supplies quietly. Your eyes don’t move away from him, breath catching each time you get closer and the more skin you see and it is stops, when you come stand right in front of him.

Dark hair framing his soft features, stopping right at his sharper jawline — cheeks plump, just as his pouty lips that are parted with soft sighs. His eyelashes graze his cheekbones, reminiscing his glimmering eyes and the way the pierced through yours. He looks normal, in a sense, but also too perfect, skin is too clear and glowy…blood purple. You blink, eyes still wide and you lap lightly at the air around you. Even injured, his skin glistens, cheeks softly flushed with life and you definitely have to keep it that way — kneeling down by his head to look closer at his injury.

His jacket seems to cover most of it and you hope you won’t anger him for cutting your way in. You gently cut the fabric around his found, the material so dense your scissors almost break. You frown in small confusion, trying harder but each time the blades only get stuck — ‘What is this?’ In the light the fabric flickers in green and purple hues, almost like a fish’s scales. You have nothing sharp enough with you to cut through it, so it only leaves you to tug his jacket down his shoulder.

The material is stuck on his skin by his blood and you feel bad as he whimpers in pain. Though his eyes are still close, even when you gently lift him up to slide his jacket down his upper arm. The dried blood glows dimmer than the fresh one, a scab not letting you see the true damage. Grabbing the disinfectant and piece of cloth you pour the liquid into it, biting your lip at the sting he will feel. Your own hand shakes a little, sitting up on your knees so you are right infront his wound — and his face. The moment you dap a little at the wound with the cloth it twitches, but to your surprise there is nothing more than that. In small relief and confusion, you move your eyes back to his injury that slowly reveals itself.

It just a scratch — nothing deeper than that, but it is big. Maybe this wasn’t why he was hurting so much, because as you wipe away his blood that turns dark purple on the cloth, a bruise appears. You wonder how he got it…As you clean away the last bits of blood, your eyes catch the time on your clock — almost two hours, it already almost have been two hours since you woken up. It is still dark outside, but you know it won’t be long till the sun will rise. How fast can things change…You almost want to laugh in disbelief, shock and tiredness. You are more mentally tired than physically.

You work on his wound quietly, gathering your thoughts slowly. It is fascinating that even the tender skin around his wound is purple and not red like you are use too — you really are believing this. Maybe you have been locked away for too long, maybe you are just schizophrenic and this is all in your head. That would be too good to be true. He is real unfortunately for you and so different, though you still don’t know how much exactly. You are scared of the unknown, you are scared that he might be just lying to your face, trying to get you to treat him, just like you did, before he will strike. But his voice…the sincerity in his tone, the way his eyes blinked at you in plea and pain — you hope you are not digging your own grave with your kindness.

Placing the used cloth and scissors on the table behind you, your nose scrunches up at the alcohol staining your fingers. It burns your senses for a moment, taking few of those napkins you always keep on the table to wipe away the excess. Your eyes strain on the cloth with his blood, its slowly dimming light reflecting in your pupils that become larger as you feel sudden goosebumps raising all over your body. Small gasp gets stuck in your throat, your body reacting way before you hear a rustle of fabric behind you. The groan leaving him isn’t quiet like his sounds before, making you whip your head around, hand falling on top of the used scissors.

You are in shock — eyes wide, glaring at his figure while he starts to shift more in his place. His eyes blink softly open and you wonder what exactly had woken him up…was he even unconscious? You back away from him quickly, standing up to your feet in a jump, watching him raise his hand to his temple. “My head-“ His words end in a hiss, eyes blinking rapidly. You didn’t even have the time to check his head when he fell down, but to your small relief there is no blood staining his fingers.

Everything is moving to fast to your liking — hating the way you didn’t even have a split of time to think about everything that had happened. He is moving too fast, even when his movements are shaky with pain, you still point the scissors at him as he tries to sit up. “Don’t move.” You warn. Your voice cuts through the awful silence and it seems like he just now acknowledged your presence, jumping in his spot, widened eyes meeting yours.

For a second you swear you see his eyes flash purple, matching his blood that stained his jacket, but you are too caught up with trying him to stay still. It is for his own good — raising his hands in surrender, with his elbows supporting his weight, waving his hands in panic. “Okay! Just…can you put that down — please-“ His fingers points at your chosen weapon, lips parting in heavy breaths.

“No.” You say, both hands now grasping the scissors, like you were holding a gun. It is silly really, but somehow your threatening — self defense, is good enough for him to stop moving. You are surprised that he feels threatened by such small scissors, but it helps your body to slow in its shakes, standing crouched on your jelly legs.

“Wait, wait, I-I-“

“How did you come in?” You ignore his stuttering, raising your weapon higher at him, but then his face suddenly falls down, eyes flickering behind you.

“The front door was unlocked…” He says like it was the most normal thing — like it was your fault in the first place. Somehow it feels like it, heat gathering at your cheeks at the realization that you forgot to close the door in your tiredness. Your glare softens just a little, not because you feel sorry for him for whatever reason, however it seems like he thinks that, hands falling back to his side. “I got lost-“

“Lost?” You repeat, cutting him off. You did forgot about locking the door, but still it doesn’t justify him letting himself in. You however understand that the city is quite far, but what could he have been doing out here in the first place? “So you just let yourself in someone’s house?” You raise your voice, but to your surprise his eyebrows drew together in a frown of understanding, not fright like you were expecting. You really must look silly, standing before him in your teddy bear pyjamas, hair a mess and scissors pointing at him.

“I know.” He breaths out, looking ashamed, but not regretful. “I was hurt, I-“ His hands come to his chest, but at his own words he just at that feels the cool air on his exposed skin. His head tilts down to his shoulder, hand trailing over his chest to pull down his jacket that had ride back up. You don’t even register that he sits up with his movements, too shocked by the genuine look of gratitude on his face. “You treated me?” He whispers to himself mostly, fingertips trailing over the bandage on his shoulder.

“Barely…” You say, mimicking his tone of voice. ‘You woke up quickly’, you say to yourself, frowning a little. You are disappointed that you feel warmth by his genuine reaction, watching his blood stained hand squeezing in a fist when his other presses a little over the wound. His blood…purple and shining. Your lips fall apart, thoughts repeating the question that has been haunting, before it is finally being asked. “What are you?”

Your question hangs heavy in the room, hands falling down a little, when he turns to look at you. You didn’t even notice that the purple you saw in his eyes is wrapped around his irises — present, another small difference between you and him. He doesn’t look startled, like he expected, he would have to give you an answer the moment he wakes up, but you see the small hesitation in him. “I am like you- “ He says firstly, but you only shake your hand in disagreement.

“No, you are not.” You both look so alike — though the almost subtle differences are too great to be ignored. If you didn’t see his blood, purple and fluorescent, the flicker in his eyes, there would still be this…inhuman perfection. “I can see your…blood, it isn’t like mine, it is-“ You don’t have to say it out loud, but it does make it more real. You are blinded by your own thoughts, gasping lightly, because when you blink he is suddenly sitting upright right in front of you. How did you not notice him moving? You watch him let out a small groan, hand grasping the side of his head again, but you are too in shock not to panic a little. “Hey — stay back!”

He isn’t even doing anything, he seem to ignore the scissors pointed in his direction, because he realizes something — you are no threat to him, the only treat here is your mind trying to keep up with your heart. He looks you over, from your shaking hands to your frightened eyes, his face shows calmness like he is trying to make you mimick it, but it is really harder than it seems. “You are right, I am not like you.” You knew this yourself, but still hearing him say it — the way he said, it makes you shiver, tremble, standing before him completely frozen in expectation. “I came from far far away, from somewhere your mind can’t even imagine.”

Your breathing shatters — somehow you don’t think he wanted his words to come out the way they did, watching his features soften a little at your startled gasp. However he said the truth and there is no way which to put it to not make you feel less scared. Your world is slowly turning upside down before your very eyes and you hate you can’t do anything about it. He just appeared…”What do you want?” You breath out shakily and his still calmness doesn’t help you feel better.

He frowns at the choice of words. “What do I want?” He repeats, eyes flashing purple, while they scan your trembling body.

You are confused by his own confusion, taking a deep breath in, as your mind fills with every single possibility this could have ended in. “You could have…you could have hurt me when I was asleep, but you didn’t…” Your gaze meets his again, whisper leaving your chapped lips. “Why?”

“Like I said, I got…lost. I-” The word is heavy on his tongue, eyes drifting for a moment like he was contemplating something and when he turns back to you, you see it — the unnatural, purple light in his eyes. He watches you carefully, analyzing each small twitch in your face by each word that leaves his mouth. “My ship got hit by the shower and you were the only one near–“

You can’t hear anything, but the first half — a ship…hit by the meteor shower. The air around you becomes dense, head in daze, because his face doesn’t show even hint of a lie. It explains everything, it could, but the possibility of him being an — you can’t even say it. “A ship? You mean…a space ship?” Your voice is so quiet, you can’t even hear yourself between the ringing in your ears. He is silent still, only nodding to your question that you didn’t even need an answer to. “This is a joke-“ In your state, the scissors slip from your fingers, clacking loudly on the floor.

Your hands come to wrap around your arms, creating an awful excuse for a shield — you are mostly trying to shield yourself from the truth. You can see it, even taste it, but still you need to hear it from his lips. Seal the truth that will change your whole view of the world. “You were the one, who said I was different.” You don’t have to even nod to acknowledge his words, both of you are just waiting for the other — for you to accept it and for him to finally tell you what. The look of horror on your face doesn’t seem to faze him, but he does sigh, creating a small puff of mist before him. “Listen, I know how your humans can be and–“

“Humans?” You are stating it more than questioning it, you already know you are different from each other — separated by the stars, but you need him to say it out loud. “What — what are you then?”

The beat of silence is heavy and in that second pray to wake up from this nightmare, though you are only met with pair of unhuman eyes. “You, like your people, would call me an alien, a creature from another planet.” The truth — the unimaginable truth becomes real. However you can’t fight the denial and fear you still hold.

“No…” You breathe out shakily, hands coming to press against your eyes, even if you know they are not deseaving you. Your ears are not ringing, you heard him clear as a day, your fingers still smell faintly of the disinfection and his blood. You can’t believe it — your whole reality is changed right now. There truly is no denying it…Tears burn your eyes, still heavy with exhaustion and you can’t help, but let out a small cry. You don’t know what to do, the change is too great and too quick for you to handle. You don’t even know if you can truly trust him, because he is more than a man, who appeared in your home uninvited — his whole biology is different. So when your eyes are still close, body turn away a little, you are startled wildly by his voice that comes from the spot right beside you.

“Hey-“ You don’t hear the softness in his tone, nor see the look of concern — you can only see a galaxy reflecting in his eyes. The purple hue, the perfect skin and blushed lips…he is so uncanny in a sense, his moves so smooth and quick that your human self has hard time doing anything else but panic.

His hand is so close to touching you, so careful, yet it is so quick to your eyes. You flinch away before his fingers could even graze your skin, backing away. “Don’t touch me! You are crazy-“ You point at him, head snapping around your surroundings. You don’t want to face him no more, too emotionally drained to just take the truth as it is. Your loudness makes him show his hands in surrender, but you can’t even register what he is doing, taking careful steps back, like you are still debating where to go.

“Wait.” He sighs, but he can only watch your eyes widened as you turn back to him, before you turn swiftly around. “Wait — wait!”

You fear you should have done this way sooner, when you still had the chance…Your naked feet squeak across the polished floor as you dart away from him, cry of fear leaving you. You could have been far away right now, somewhere safe — somewhere you could only be left to wonder of his nature. You could have pretend that it was nothing, but your imagination, but no…you had to be curious, you had to know the truth. And now? Now you are running away like the biggest coward.

You don’t even know where to go, you just want to run away from him, from the responsibility to take in the truth. Your hand digs into the doorway, heart racing in your chest. The only place that could maybe make you feel safer is your bedroom, eyes lifting to the second floor, but just as you were about to run up the stairs you hear fast footsteps approaching you from behind. You only have time to turn your head, your small pause in your quick steps enough for him to close the distance between you two.

You don’t really think — when is hand comes to your shoulder, pressing down, you whip your hands out wildly. Your foot slips on the floor, his hand falling off you, but in your distress you grasp it yourself. Warm skin meets yours, your move too sudden for any of you to do anything other than stumble together down on the floor. A yelp leaves you, landing on your lower back harshly, while he lands infront of you on his knees groaning in pain. You ignore the piercing pressure, shuffling away from him to press your back on the opposite wall.

Your breathing is heavy, just like his and something stops you from picking yourself up again — you can’t run from it, you can only face it now. Watching him, he to your surprise only goes to lean back on the opposite wall to you, hand falling on top his shoulder. “Listen, I — shit–“ Sigh of pain leaves him, eyes still closed, letting you take another look at him.

He didn’t run to hurt you…he just wanted you to stop and listen. You did, but somehow only now it seems to be getting to you. Catching your breath, small specks of sweat gather at your hairline, mostly just from all the emotions you are experiencing. He really doesn’t look like a threat one bit — he looks rather…you can’t quite point it out. Your stare is unmoving from him, watching his hand come to press lightly at his now covered wound, but he withdrews it just as fast. “This isn’t happening…” You mumble, but your words don’t even have any meaning right now — more so, you are now only surprised that you are coming to slowly accept the truth.

“You know, what you saw–“ He says, eyes blinking at you, but they close again to focus on breathing through the pain.

An alien — a creature from another planet or even galaxy is right in front of you, looking so alike. There truly is no explanation for his blood or the shine in his eyes, he is just that much different from you and real. As your heart for the first time slows to a steady rhythm, your mind goes back to few hours ago. He looked more scared than you…hurt, pleading for you to treat him. Even he seemed to be surprised by your gesture, like he already excepted a different fate for himself. You did as well, you thought there would be already police by your door right now, taking him away — not treating him and caring.

You did wish for a change, but this? His words then echo in your mind. Why and what led him here and it makes your lips fall apart. “You were the one I saw in the sky.” You whisper so quietly, but he still does hear you and you swear you can see the memory of the falling meteor reflecting in his eyes. ‘My wish,’ you thought. His chest doesn’t move rapidly no more, nor there is a look of pain on his features, he is just calm and finally you feel yourself mirroring it.

His eyes go momentarily to your arms that held your legs tightly to your chest and he has to sigh at the expression you give him — there is still fear in you somewhere deep inside, but mostly you just look defeated and exhausted. “I won’t hurt you — can’t even if I wanted to-“

His sudden laugh is heavy in the silence that follows and his smile turns quickly sheepish at your small glare. “That doesn’t make me feel better-“ You say, frown prominent, not really finding this situation funny.

“Yeah, sorry-“

He then looks down to the wooden floor, hands clasping together over his lap and you think your staring might be making him a little skittish, but you are too caught up in taking apart his appearance to notice it fully. His pants seem to be from the same material as his jacket, that in the moonlight shows up in deep purple that reflects almost in neon green. Some of the light from the kitchen lets you see his face — so human-like, plump and full of life. If he truly is in such pain that he is expressing, his face doesn’t really show it. There is no wrinkle in sight, just soft looking skin. However till now you didn’t realize his tank top is almost see through, material so reflective you are only getting a small glimpse of skin underneath.

You blink — eyes catching his and you would almost feel embarrassed by your ogling if you didn’t just caught him staring too. You both twitch in your spot, gaze leaving each other for a second, before your words make your eyes meet again. “So, you really are an…alien. You are different from what I thought you guys would be.” You say truthfully and now you really almost want to laugh that you are using the one word in serious matter. Though he beats you to it again, the sound now sounding more genuine and not so dry, but it is still bold, considering you were just few minutes ago refusing to believe his nature. Changes really come in quick…

“Yeah, I know the stories of your kind and your way of interpreting us — though there are some with such resemblance.”

You tilt your head at him, curiousness basically radiating from you. You can’t lie that you weren’t curious before — though you just hope, you won’t regret it. “Some? There are more of you?” You question.

“Well…you actually didn’t believe, you were the only ones up there,no?” That makes you a little embarrassed. Not because you didn’t believe, but because most of people on this planet did — believing they were center of everything. However after some time, you really couldn’t help, but feel this way a little as well. You weren’t a believer, but also not an sceptic, you always wanted to be proven wrong and now? You are talking to one of them, a real one, not an imagination or a character from a movie.

“How do we look so alike?” You exclaim, eyebrows furrowing. His blood and eyes seem to be the only main difference you can spot, but the look he sends you tells you there still might be something there — but both of you know you are not ready for that yet.

“Trust me, we are not alike…” Shaking his head, his tone turns a little deeper at the end, eyes turning a darker purple, but by an blink of an eye it is gone, leaving you to wonder if you didn’t just imagine it.

Small silence fills the space between you two, fingers digging inside your palm in a small thought. You are thankful that he isn’t talking till you are, but you can’t lie that his move to grasp you helped you take down the walls around you. His eyes stare to the spot next to you, hands clasped together in waiting, but he himself looks in deep thought. You realize that is mostly to dull out the pain in his shoulder — your eyes trail over your amateur job and just a sliver of fluorescent purple shines through. “So-“ You start off, your own voice surprising you, but you do continue, gaze meeting his yet again. “You really don’t want to-“ You trail off, there is no need for you to finish.

“I won’t hurt you.” He says slowly, promise vibrant in his words, making relief wash over you. “To be honest, I think you kind of have a upper hand here-“ He is still trying to lighten up the mood — you wonder if it is just him or his nature, but it does help. It makes this whole situation a little less crazy, if that’s even possible. Silence doesn’t stretch out too long, because the sound of little footsteps nears you two, before there is the familiar sound of a purr.

You nearly forgot about your cat, but you are even more surprised that he doesn’t seem to be phased by your sudden company. He didn’t even showed up, till now, like he was waiting as well. Your next breath gets stuck in you as your cat paddles across the floor to stop next to the man before you. You can only watch in shock, as he lightly grazes his fingers across the creature’s fur, small smile playing on his plump lips. “Huh, you have a cat–“ He states, watching the fluffy ball disappear around the corner, after few scratches. “Hope it’s not a Flerken.”

“A what?”

“You don’t want to know.” He shakes his head in your direction, but his gaze still carefully analyzes your cat’s movements, before there is only you two alone again.

The distant clock in the kitchen clicks too loudly almost, as you try to gather your racing thoughts. There is so much you want to ask — but there is so little that is important right now and so much your body can handle. It is a lot, everything, but you know you can’t just leave without some of your question being answered. “Where is your ship?” You ask, reminiscing the what you can now be certain was his ship, falling down the sky.

Your question seems to only make a weight fall on his shoulders, sighing tiredly, hand coming to press against his temple. “In the forest, ruined…” He explains to you softly.

Suddenly you realize something at his words, gasping so loudly it echoes. “You — you have to run, someone definitely knows you are here-“ You don’t know since when you started to care so much about his well being, but one thing you will stand for is that no one deserves to be locked away — to be experienced on. The thought makes you sick to your stomach, even if you just met him, even if you just accepted him and what he is. Your heart beat picks up, stilling in your spot, but to your surprise he only waves a hand at you in resurement.

“Your technology is too out dated to pick up on ours.” He explains, making your tense muscles loosen a little, not really picking up on the remark. “No one knows about me other than you…”

That hits you harder than it should — it still leaves you in a state of fright. What are you supposed to do? One thing you remember your aunt telling you was that you should live in the present and not worry about the future. However that is the hardest thing for you, with having so much time, with being so alone…not anymore. You look at him through your eyelashes, seeing him in the dim light taking a look at his treated wound, fingers carefully grazing over the white bandage. “Does it still hurt?” You ask, true concern in your tone and he is the one mostly surprised by it.

His hand falls back to his lap, stare leaving his arm to look at you again — you shiver every time he does that. “It is better, thank you…I am just tired-“ The same words keep circling your mind as well, however you are the only one who looks the part. You feel so exposed with his piercing eyes, but you are still not sure if the feeling that it leaves in your tummy is good or not. “What’s your name?” Your mouth just opens for a moment at his question, but the genuine curiosity in his eyes, melts the small hesitation away.

“Y/N.” You say.

“Y/N…” He repeats and you swear you hear a foreign sound rumbling at the back of his throat. He whispers your name so it stays, before he gives you his with his hand outstretched to you. “I am Han.” You repeat his name as well, but silently in your own mind. You are too flabbergasted by his hand, that is outstretched into your direction. Seeing you not take it, makes his small excitement of getting to know your name shatter. “Oh — you don’t shake hands?” He wonders out loud, hand falling back to his side.

You shake your head quickly, trying to not upset him. “We do, I just-“ You shrug, trailing off, not really knowing what to say, but he beats you to it.

“You dont want to touch an alien.”

You hear the hurt in his voice, but can you really say no to his statement? You mostly don’t want to touch someone you just met under all these circumstances — it didn’t matter if he was an alien or not. “I already did — basically.” You say, not really finding the need to lie and make him feel better, but seemingly it does make the tension in shoulders loosen a little.

“Right…” Han trails off, turning his head away from you, lips moving in silent words which you quite can’t make out. When he turns back to you, you are startled by the look of sadness. “I know you don’t want me here…so I will be going-“ You are speechless for a second, watching him sit up to his knees. Just hour ago he begged you to help him and you did, but you just didn’t expect him to leave so soon. Where would he even go? Does he even know earth? Does he know how to mask himself as a human being? That shouldn’t be your concern really, but he literally fell into your life so suddenly — he completely changed it so quickly, that you don’t want him to go.

Han, just barely makes it up to his feet, hands grasping tightly onto the wall next to him, while you lean into his line of sight. “Wait, you are still hurt and I can help you if you need it.” It seems like he was only testing you or just making sure that your silent kindness wasn’t just a form of panic, because almost instantly his body slumps against the wall in relief.

“Thank you.” Turning back to you, as you slowly stand up to your own feet, Han’s eyes shine so brightly in the soft light of the moon — so thankful and so greatful. “You are kind for a human and a woman-“

“What is that supposed to mean?” You ask, taken back by such words, but again they are not answered.

“I will tell you later…” He says. Later — he really is making himself comfortable fast. You are surprised he isn’t opposed to this, but what else can he do? His ship is ruined from what he told you, hurt and too tired to keep going further where there would be only danger ahead of him. He really trust you enough to not tell anyone…and you won’t, but still — isn’t this maybe too immature for him to do? You stand before him, not as close as before, but close enough for you to feel the heat of his body. It’s something you are not used to. In your small trail of thoughts, you don’t realize your glaring eyes, but you do notice how his adam’s apple moves a little “Do you have some water?”

You can almost hear how dry his throat is and without a word you slip by him to make your way to the kitchen and then you smell it again — the sweetness, that wraps around your senses. It makes you see blurry, not necessarily in a physical way, it was like you were blinded for a split moment, but it disappears just as quickly. You don’t have to turn around to see him behind you, his loud, familiar footsteps give him away right away. It is slightly unsettling, not used to feeling another presence next to you, maybe you needed this — maybe you are the one being saved.

You make your way to the cupboard, grabbing a tall glass, before you turn to your sink to fill it with tap water. It is quiet for that part, seeing from the corner of your eye how he goes to sit down on one of the stools next to the kitchen island. He is in full light now and even if you already did look at him, you can’t seem to get enough. There is just something about him…Turning around, you don’t even fully place the glass on the table before he takes it from your hands, fingers grazing over yours and you blame it on his alien-self as you feel a shiver going up your spine at his touch. He seems to be thirsty — teeth clinking a little on the glass, head rolling backwards to drown the water as soon as his body allows him to.

His throat bobs, streak of water rolling down his skin, your eyes falling the movement unconsciously. The water is gone fast, deep satisfied sigh leaving him, eyes shining in thankfulness. Placing your elbows on the table before you, you don’t particularly meet his gaze, too much in thought — too much to say. “How can you even understand me?” You voice out your thoughts, small frown on your features. He speaks you so fluently, like any other person on this planet. Was he a liar? Because you really can point out any more differences between you…maybe you are not just in the right situation quite yet.

For your answer he firstly tilts his head to you, hand brushing away the long strands hair from his skin, revealing a small circle device behind his ear. “This–“ He taps it lightly, making it flicker. “But your language is actually well known among us — that’s why I am able to speak with you without any problem-“

“Really?” Almost childish curiosity shines in your face, but you are too tired to fight it. “Have you are met someone like me before?”

Han’s lips lift slightly at the corners, shaking his head softly. “No, I have never met someone like you before actually…” He trails off, eyes looking around briefly. “So…you will let me stay then?” He is nervous — scared maybe.

“Depends, will I really not be in trouble?” You ask, truthfully. “I don’t want to be locked away and be experienced on-“ You mean it mostly in a different way then he thinks, not realizing fast enough the double meaning in your words, but surprisingly he doesn’t take it to his heart, only finding amusement.

“You definitely don’t have to worry about that.” He reassures you, fingers taping on the empty glass as an unknown emotion flashes in his eyes. “No one knows…I will be here, till I get better, I promise.”

“Will you erase my memory after?”

“Huh?”

“Nothing…” You mumble and you nearly laugh at yourself — you just can’t help it. This is still so unbelievable, your body tired enough to maybe still be able to convince you that this is only a dream. Resting your head in the palm of your hand, you watch his fingers trailing over the rim of the empty glass for a moment. No one other than you touched it in so long…nothing other than a human. You wonder — you know that if he would be any more different from you, it would have all ended up differently. Maybe he is still hiding, being kind enough to not scare you more than you already are. That wouldn’t be kind to your hostesses…

“Thank you…do you have some spare clothes, I could borrow?” You don’t know how much the material on his body is uncomfortable, but you nod in understanding nonetheless.

“Of course, I will take a look later-“ A small cough leaves you.

“Thank you.” Again.

“Right…” You roll your weight on your feet a little, before your eyes trail over to the clock — it is almost sunrise. You feel exhausted, but you don’t think you can fall asleep quite yet. Han looks the same as you, but there are no dark circles like on your face that could indicate his exhaustion. It is just a feeling. You don’t even know for how long he has been lost in the woods, how many times he was close to giving up before he saw your house. He walked in because there was no place for him to go and now he chooses to trust you. He must be so far away from his home…Your back straightens up, head turning to look out the window behind you. “Are you hungry?” It is still so late — or early, but your question is thankfully answered with a sigh.

“A little.”

You don’t ask anymore, turning around to make your way to the fridge and find something that could satisfy his foreign tastebuds. The air in the fridge is no different from the one in the room and not even goosebumps rise one your skin as you grab the small bowl of eggs that needed to be eaten. There surely can’t go nothing wrong with that…You don’t want to second guess your pick, knowing he also knows so little about what food he can eat. If he doesn’t like it, you won’t take it to your heart, not when you are moving on the last bits of energy left in you.

Placing the bowl next to the stove, you bend down to the sliding drawer to pick up a pan. Your moves aren’t too frantic, but in the awful silence, the clinking sounds of the pans smashing against each other makes you cringe. “Sorry, I don’t usually have guests-“ You don’t even know exactly for what you are apologizing for, pouring small bit of oil in your chosen pan, before you turn the stove on.

“Definitely not someone like me.”

“Definitely…” You say, but your voice lacks the playfulness his has. You just grasp how silly this all is — you are literally cooking scrambled eggs for an alien right now. The reality is still bizarre to you, as well as your communication skills it seems…”Do you live far — I mean-“

Your eyes become wide in embarrassment, turning your gaze from your cooking to him — he is watching you so closely, hands clasped on the table, small innocent smile on his lips. “I know what you mean and yes.” He says, not making fun of you to your delight.

You try to flash him a small smile as well, you really do, but you are still in a state where you think it is not appropriate to do so. Placing the last empty shell into the bowl, the sound of the sizzling eggs fills the kitchen. Your spatchula hovers over the yolks, vibrant and yellow like the sun and the sight makes you look up to the window before you. The stars seem so different now — at least in their meaning. Your head turns back to him, swirling blindly the eggs in the pan as you are met with the same unmoving stare yet again. “How is it?” You ask firstly. “Being up there in space…millions of possibilities.”

The way you said it is so dreamy, full of wonder and like you, his eyes move towards the window, however there is no warmth like you expected there to be. “It gets boring after a while.” Han confesses and can’t help, but frown.

“I can’t imagine that.” How can it be? You are stuck in one place only, while he can go anywhere he wants — it is almost poetic.

“When you don’t know where your true home is, it is hard to feel any sort of happiness…” You still at his broken tone and you feel worst that he looks like he has already excepted this truth. He is more lost then he lets out — you understand him so greatly. “My planet is just a dump…” He mumbles, gaze falling to his hands.

“How so?” You ask, turning off the stove.

“We don’t have…” His eyes meet yours again, seeing a small blush covering his cheeks, voice becoming small — his cheeks are red. “-many women left on our planet.” He explains, like that is the cause of his planet’s doom — you do understand why, you really do, but it makes your chest fill with this sudden warmth that only intensifies at his eyes.

“Oh…” You don’t really know what to say to that information, choosing to occupy yourself with finding the most perfect plate for his not so perfect scrambled eggs. However it seems like you aren’t the only one lost for words.

“You are the first human I have ever seen.”

He only made this situation more awkward, but you swallow it down — this is different and even if his words are mostly making himself embarrassing, you have to remind yourself that he is from another planet. Though you feel just a bit exposed under his purple eyes, while your tongue comes loose from between your teeth. “And?” You ask, turning around, with a steaming hot plate in your hand, placing it before him, but even hunger doesn’t make his gaze move away from yours. “What do you think?”

You catch his eyes trailing over your figure at your question — wide in wonder, but whatever he wanted to say first disappears as he stops to stare at your face. “From what I gather you are kind — vicious a little and I understand why.” His smile isn’t visible, but it is heard in his voice, that becomes quieter at his next words. “Though most information about your kind says that if we ever encountered you, you would kills us with no hesitation or worse-“

“I know-“ You sigh softly, apologetic look on your face. “I am sorry about that — I won’t tell anyone that you are here, don’t worry…besides you could almost blend in, almost…” You whisper the last word, stepping closer to him, pushing his plate more towards him, but even that action doesn’t move his stare away from yours. “Is it only your blood that is different or- “ It is maybe an intimate matter, but you think you have the right to ask this.

“There is a lot about me that is different…it is just not the appropriate situation to show you.” He explains to you, leaving you to wonder in what exact situation you will have to get yourself into to find out.

“Alright…” You push his plate even closer to him, clasping your hands together, only to realize something, just as he leans down to take a whiff of the food. “Oh, wait. I forgot the-“ Your words die on your tongue, not even having proper time to turn to the drawer filled with utensils, because he digs his fingers in the food just like that…

Hum leaves him, lips closing around his fingers, savoring the taste of the food you made for him. You are standing before him in shock, gaze unmoving from the way he is stuffing his face. “It is good — what is it?” He asks, mouth full as his hand before he shoves another portion inside his mouth.

“Just eggs?” You trail off, because you are certain you have never seen someone so eager for some scrambled eggs before — you would already feel sick to your stomach by now.

Your answer makes him pause, eyes falling down to the plate. “What kind of eggs?”

“Chicken?” What else you are supposed to say? Though he only seemed to stay in thought for a bit longer, before he starts to eat again, but now atleast without scaring you with a choking hazard. You know you are watching him maybe too closely, not even phased by his eyes traveling towards you as well. His plate is nearly empty, looking over your bloodied, puffy eyes that are barely open — you don’t really feel how tired you truly are, because for the first time you don’t want to fall asleep and wish. Wish from something to change. “You can go back to sleep if you want.” Han says, wiping his mouth onto his sleeve.

You blink at him, flinching a little at his voice that seem to be louder than it actually is. “No, it’s fine-“ You wave your hand at him, but doing so, your mouth falls open in a yawn, that you are not quick enough to cover.

“No, please. I am tired myself.”

You nod, because that is maybe the only convincing you need right now — nothing will change, while you will go back to sleep. The plate would be still here, the medkit and the blood stains. You truly are too tired to make something about all of those things, you think you did enough for now. “Okay.” You nod, hands swinging by your side in thought. Maybe you shouldn’t be this trustworthy…he is still a man. The thought of leaving him to sleep on the couch is big, but he is hurt — truly tired just like you and you yourself wouldn’t like to spend your time sleeping on the hard cushion. However you don’t even think you would able to fall asleep anyhow, so you just decide to gesture to the direction of the door. “Follow me, I have a spare bedroom you can take…”

Han only nods, sliding off the stool to follow in your steps that lead to the stairs. You can’t help, but eye the baseball bat momentarily — still sitting by the wall, ready to be used if necessary. It won’t be, something reassures you that it won’t. You pass by it, the pool of purple blood still fresh and full of light, but even that doesn’t make you flinch anymore. You are too focused on the soft breath fanning over your neck. He is close to you, mimicking your each move, like he didn’t want to do anything to possibly startled you, but that somehow does it. It is so unhuman the way he is so good at acting like you.

You can feel your muscles straining in your thighs and the small burn in your lungs, when you take the last step to the second floor. Your whole body screams for you to lay down, though yours mind doesn’t let you. Your stop seem to be a little sudden to him, because he almost bumps into your back, but you are quick enough to move away, just a small fan of his breathe blowing away the loose strands of hair away from your eyes. “Here-“ You say, gesturing to the door next to you. Your hand wraps around the handle, opening the old, wooden door, stepping a little to the side to let him take a look inside. “In the big closet there should be some clothes for you.” He doesn’t make a move to acknowledge your words, but you now he is listening. Your eyes travel behind his shoulder to your own bedroom and you don’t even have time to think about your next question. “Is it okay with you, if I-“

“You want to lock me up…” Han says for you, glancing at your face of surprise and regret.

“Sorry….”

“I know this is a lot.” He says, eyes moving between yours, head tilting to your level. “But I promise you, I won’t hurt you — I have no reason to do so.”

That makes you quiet, eyes going to the floor under your feet. He is so understanding — more than most of the humans you have met. He is still standing before the open room, waiting for you. You are abashed, not knowing what to do and really, could there be any situation that could prepare you for this? A creature for another planet, so alike yet not, deciding that even with your differences and behind the possible consequences, it was worth it. Looking up at him, for the first time you send him a smile, feet shuffling under you. “I will be down the hall if you need me.” Is the only thing you say, before you slip past him to make your way to your own bedroom.

“Thank you, Y/N.” Han says, staring at your distancing figure. His warm voice travels through the cold air, tickling your ears. Your face softens at his tone, stopping by your door to take a one last look at him before your body collapses in exhaustion.

“Of course.” You whisper back, eyes locking onto his, sweet smell wrapping around you, almost calling for you to stay a little longer to maybe see more, but your exhaustion at the end wins, walking inside your bedroom. The door behind you shuts by itself, sheets still cold as you remember, but you can taste the difference in the air. You reminisce, not even dream, just listening closely till you hear the sound of his doors closing as well. He is real — everything. He will be there when you wake up, it maybe won’t be so empty after all…By choosing to not lock his door, you also unknowingly chose to not lock yourself away from the changes that will come crumbling your way. Your prayer was heard from the skies after all…

────

To your own surprise you did fall back asleep — it was short, but needed, letting all of your emotions melt away for atleast a moment. However in your dreams, your thoughts don’t leave you, memory of his face haunting you and your mind seem to not want to let him go even when you woke up. You could feel his presence everywhere, even if he was few walls away — it was mostly, because you knew, he was out there waiting for you, an alien. You accepted the truth better than you expected, because there was no denying no more. Everything really happened, though you decided to move around your house like you always did, just barely glancing to the closed door as you went downstairs. His blood was still there — even your bat, open medkit and used cloth, scissors lying on the floor and even the empty plate on the kitchen counter. You cleaned it all without a second thought, mind flashing with memories and everything, but when you were all finished up, it was like nothing even happened.

The first day spend with him was quiet, going out of his room in the middle of the afternoon, movements so silent you let to let out a frightened gasp, tripping little over your front doorstep. You were too caught up at trying to catch up on your chores, that you actually did nearly forgot about him. He was standing there in your open doorway, hair fanning over his features. The shirt after your late uncle hanged over his body loosely, black t-shirt tugged in some dark work trousers — he almost looked normal, if it weren’t for his eyes, brighten by the sunlight. They are mostly dark brown, but the purple was so prominent against the sun that you can feel the vibrant color burning your skin. He looked better, rested at least and a small awkward silence passed by before he surprised you by asking you if you needed help. You can’t remember the last time someone asked you that. He was just being nice, but still it — it send an unknown emotion to your chest at his gesture. So you let him…Hands fumbling with the rake you gave him, seemingly eager to please, but not confident anyhow, mimicking your movement the best he could. It made you smile in amusement, something you rarely did in these days, watching him work, but your eyes still stopped at his shoulder.

It didn’t seem like he was in pain anymore, which send you a wave of relief, but after few tries of him trying to help you, you took the rake away from his hands. You remember the small sound of disappointment, though he stayed quiet then, just watching you. He did that a lot — maybe trying to learn from you to mask himself better as a human, you are not so sure. You have a feeling it is just that…looking. After a while you realize that his presence really did help you. You weren’t in your own world that much, finally fully present. You were seeing him get used to your presence as well, lips parting more and more as hours turned by, till they slowly turned into days. For the first time in a while you were actually excited for another day, because every time it would bring something new.

He didn’t talk about himself a lot, like he didn’t actually found himself interesting, but you held on any new information he let slip by. From mentioning his journey across the galaxy, to telling you about animals which reminded him of yours. Han didn’t leave your side once, he was like your second shadow. You came to love the differences you once feared, drowning more and more each time you would look into his eyes. After his failed first mission of trying to help you, he surprised you by no giving up — even when he was clumsy with just walking behind you, even if he feared the small chickens running around — you lightly laughed at his face of horror, when you told him that the eggs he ate come from them.

He was almost like a new born baby in a sense and you wonder what did it take for you to take care of a lost alien. Though you do know exactly what…Han spend most of his days with you, but you did always caught him staring in amazement at all of the animals in your farm. It is mesmerizing that even after his journeys, there still was enough room for something new. At the end of the first few days, you just parted your ways after dinner, not staying longer than necessary — scared that you would ruin this sense of peace, but you didn’t. The more you spend time with him, the more you found even yourself trailing after him, hungry for his presence.

You liked the way he smiled every time you would show him something new, you liked how he didn’t shy away from your touch when you would accidentally brush your hand over his — you realized quick that you are starting to like him. You immediately blamed it on yourself, telling yourself that you are just touch starved, which you kind of are, but also he is one to blame as well. You don’t know if oblivious comes natural to him or if it just something with his species, because he really refuses to let go of you. It was firstly nerve racking, with being look at so closely, but now it only made you think these wild things.

Every time you would stop abruptly, his chest would press against your back, hand grasping your upper arms and even if his mouth opened in small apology, it fell to deaf ears, because these things start to happen more and more. When you would go cook something, he would always lean over your body to fill a glass of water — he once said his thirst and hunger are quite different from yours. It drives you crazy, because it happened so much, yet he always had an excuse. Maybe he was just clumsy, maybe not, but his accidental touch made goosebumps rise all over your body. But because he was always so close to you, you didn’t really pick up on one that one thing firstly and it was his scent.

Han seems to smell like the most sweetest flower in a garden. The fragrance that followed him everywhere seemed to burn your nostrils already, but every time when you were finally alone you could smell the small breeze. It stained you from the inside, it didn’t even go away when you would go to wash your hands — they still remember him. You were so used to it, that you didn’t think much of it, because you thought of it as something that comes as another difference between you two. But you did notice another smell coming from him and it was right after a long day of work.

Both of you were covered in sweat, breathing heavily and you didn’t waste any time before hopping under the shower head, leaving him in the kitchen. However when returned he was still there, waiting for you to make dinner — that is maybe the one thing he refused to do, mostly because he was scared, he would poison both of you. You walked past him without a second thought, but then you smelled the bitterness coming from him, making your face scrunch up a little. “Did you take a shower?” You asked, not harshly, but then you notice the obvious embarrassment on his face.

By that you learned that he not even once took a shower since he had been here. You don’t feel disgust towards him, because it was maybe your fault, but also the only time when he finally tear himself away from you was when he went to sleep. So after short dinner, you lead him to the bathroom right next to your bedroom, shoving him inside without a second thought, making your way to your room to lay down, feeling your eyes becoming droopy. Though after a while you didn’t hear anything — not once the water had been turned on. You nearly drift way, not necessarily waiting for him to be done, but you realize you didn’t even cover yourself in your duvet. Maybe you were finding excuses to see him again, but some time passed since he got in the bathroom, making concern wash over you. Oh, how this move changes your entire view of him…

Getting off your bed, you made your way to the bathroom, ears still pricking and trying to hear atleast something. However when you stopped before the door you didn’t decide to knock — no, like a creep you come to press your ear to the door, but as soon as you put your weight into the wood, it swinged open. You froze in your spot, shock filling you, matching his. Your mouth opened, but no sound came out, wide eyes sliding over his exposed chest. He is mascular, way more than you expected — you don’t think you have ever seen a body like that before. His skin had zero blemishes and you can’t help but stare at his clenching stomach, slim waist rolling to your direction.

Han doesn’t move firstly, standing in the shower, hand on the wall — atleast he had his pants on, you would have already melted down the drain yourself otherwise. In your state of shock, you caught just briefly something purple behind his back, but as gasp leaves you, sight going to same the spot it was gone by a blink of an eye. “I am sorry-“ You breathe out, almost uncharacteristic squeak leaving you, as you just now realized you were still standing at your spot, though the embarrassment creeped up to you fast, making you turn your back to him.

“No, wait!” Your breath shattered at his words, heat filling you as you turned back to look at him, but to your own surprise your eyes stay on his. “Where is the button?” He asks you.

“Button?” You frown, looking around him, accidentally letting your eyes drag down again.

He let out a small breath, before gesturing to the shower next to him. “How do you turn this on?” He said slowly and your lips part a little — maybe that is also why he didn’t ask you where the bathroom is, because he knew…he just was too embarrassed to ask you how to turn the shower on.

“Oh-“ Left your lips, watching his cheeks darken a little. You don’t know what possessed you really, you could have told him how from your spot — but you chose to walk up to him to show him instead. Maybe it is better for him to understand…yes, that is why you have done it. Stopping just before the tub, his body towered over you more than usual, eyes falling on the tiles rather than his exposed body. He is so warm — you can still remember the heat radiating from him, arm grazing over his as you wrapped your hand around the faucet. “Here.” Your voice is less than a whisper as you found the strength to meet his eyes. “You move this left for cold water and right to warm-“ Was he even listening to you? You don’t know if you even heard yourself, words becoming a mush. “This is propably good…”

Without thinking you pulled on the tap, water immediately coming from the shower head. The water hit his head firstly, leaning forward on an instinct, hair coming to stick over his neck. You couldn’t breathe — you watched his eyes fall shut, letting you take a look at how the water glided down his chest, damping the waistband of his pants, his hat hanged low over his lean hips. It is been so long, too long and could you really blame yourself for looking and enjoying the show? The same water that tasted his skin, fell on you as well, hand on the faucet accidentally sliding to the right.

“Shit-“

You gasped, snapping yourself out of your thoughts, shutting the water off immediately. Han touched the top of his head, small hiss leaving him and your heart stopped at the steam filling the space around you. “You okay?” Your breathing was heavy and you felt your fingers tingling from the sight infront of you. He breathed out a long sigh, head rolled back, letting you slide your eager eyes over his exposed neck.

“Yeah.” He responded, huffing through his nose, before his head tilted back down to you. “That was just too hot for me…”

“Sorry.” You mumbled, teeth wrapping around your lower lip, but that move wasn’t left unnoticed. His eyes flashed purple, staring at your softly bitten lips. He was the one the most exposed, but at that moment you felt like he could see right through you — see how fast your blood was rushing through your veins. You sharply gasped, tearing your eyes off him completely. What are you doing? You had to shake your head at yourself, turning to lightly tap at the faucet. “Here…“ You didn’t even know what to say exactly in this situation. You can still remember how, not just the water, made the air around you hot.

You saved yourself from further embarrassment by running away — you literally bolted out of the bathroom, door slamming shut behind you. You overstepped, but you didn’t mean to...though maybe still trying to listen through the door wasn’t a good idea to do also. But, why wasn’t he angry at you? Why was he looking at you like that? His eyes made you stop every time, so piercing you think he already knows you inside out. Those other times when he would accidentally touch you were different…then why did this made you realize how intimate his every touch was? You are starting to lose your mind, bottling up so much emotions, you know that they are slowly bubbling to the surface.

It was quiet the whole night after that, mind swirling, but you always seem to get back to the memory of his exposed body. You are a mess and that moment seemed to mostly take an effect on you, because Han acted like nothing happened — he also probably could taste the difference in your energy, deciding to stay quiet. Though you can still see it on his face, you remember the look of surprise, melting into something softer and you feel your chest tightening at the memory even right now.

The soft wind of the night flows around you, tangling your hair, strands kissing your cheekbones. The cold which you were so used doesn’t leave you in a sense of dread like it always did — it doesn’t highlight the fact you are lonely, because now there is warmth next to you. It leans ever so slightly towards you, breath creating mist before you, mixing with your own. You are closer than ever, but now there is no surprise, just the present. Your head is tilted up to the sky, eyes traveling through the its lights. You both are sitting on the small old swing on your porch, your red blanket draped lightly over his own purple one — how funny, till no you didn’t notice the meanings behind a simple color.

Tonight you didn’t separate your paths — he asked you to stay and watch. Han wanted to bath in your presence a bit longer, at a time you only once spend together…and that was when you first met. It seems so long ago right now, just the past. A small shuffle of fabric comes from your side, unconsciously gripping the glass in you hand tighter when you feel his breath on your cheek, hand coming into your field of view. “There.” He says, pointing up in the sky. “I am from that star.” Your eyes flicker to the tip of his finger, but as you glance back at him you become lost in the sea of stars reflecting in his eyes.

He is so close to you — breaths mixing together. “Which one?” You ask, wanting to turn back around and look, but you are struck. Your lips part as you feel his hand sliding to grasp yours, turning instantly to gaze at his hand on top of yours. You can feel him leaning closer, just barely and you know that if you would ask him about it, he would just blame it on wanting to show you his home more clearly. His hand is soft, fingers long, wrapping lightly over wrist as your gaze meets the tip of his finger to the many stars next to each other — there is a sudden feeling inside you. It is familiar, so much — stare stopping at the one light in the sky that shines the brightest.

It looks so close, but you know that it isn’t. You can’t even imagine what it is like to travel through space, so many different worlds were hidden right before your eyes the whole time. His hand releases yours, falling back to his lap, but you don’t feel your chest tightening like it usually did. It is because he stays close to you, you do not feel the awful cold feeling. “Do you miss it?” You ask. He didn’t tell you much, but from what he had, you didn’t see a reason why he would want to stay here.

Earth is different from any other place he went to before and you just can’t help but feel conflicted, because who would want to stay here? Maybe if he decided to disappear — to see the true beauty of your planet, not just your small home, you think he would like it. However you were so wrong…Han turns to you, watching the light of his home reflect in your eyes. “No, like I said it gets boring.” You hear his words, but you can’t quite understand them. How could anyone feel bored running through the galaxy? He isn’t stuck here, like you are, but as you glance at him, you remember his words — it is hard to feel happiness when you don’t know where your true home is. “I have never actually felt this…good.” Han continues, small smile making its way to his flushed lips. “You are really good.”

The compliment warms you from inside, eyes drifting away from his to stop yourself from drowning in them. You feel honered almost, because you are proving something wrong — something he always thought wouldn’t change. Maybe that is why he couldn’t leave you alone, he wanted to maybe prove himself that is all nothing, just another stop. But then in the maze of your sweet thoughts, realization falls over you…He didn’t leave you once and when he did it was always to go to sleep. You never once saw him leave, making you wonder if he has been to his ship even once since he walked into your life. You completely forgot his small promise, as he never mention his ship after that, not even once. However, unknowingly to you Han does notice your small pause and before you can even let out a single syllable, he comes to take your attention away again.

“What is that?” He asks you, question so sudden that confusion blinds you, eyes falling to the full glass in your hands, which he pointed to.

“Wine.” You answer, red liquid splashing slightly with the movement of your hands. “I didn’t know if you wanted some-“

He shakes his head softly, cutting you off. “That’s okay.” You can see the small frown on his face as he keeps looking at the glass in your hands. It is not in disgust, but more in curiosity.

“You want to try?” It seems like he waited for you to offer, because soon he turns his body to face you properly.

“Sure.” His hand brushed over yours too many times that you lost your count, but now as he takes the glass from your hands, his fingers trace over the rim — just where your lips once were. Maybe you are looking to close to it, or maybe you are just aware. You watch him lean over the glass, swirling around the liquid and the sweet scent, that to your surprise makes him frown. Glancing back at you, he eyes you carefully, mouth opening firstly, not ready to speak just yet. “Is this an aphrodisiac?”

A startled noise gets stuck at the back of your throat, small confusion and shock filling you. “W-what?” You are speechless, staring at him with big eyes, while his form into slits.

“It smells like it-“ He tries to explain to you, but you quickly shut his lips with the wave of your hand, feeling your face heating up, just from the thought of using such things.

“No! It is just alcohol.” You say, sound very close to a choked laugh leaving you. “It makes you feel more at ease…” You say without a thought, because that is the truth, but you surely didn’t expect him to point out the obvious.

“Do I make you that nervous to make you drink this?”

He is teasing — there is smile at his face that sends your heart racing. You actually are not so sure what made you pour yourself a glass of wine, but maybe it really was because of him. You wanted to drink it alone, forgot about everything for a moment and enjoy the low hum of the subtle drug, but then he surprised you by staying. You didn’t even take a proper sip, because you were with him, the biggest addiction of all. His scent, skin and voice — everything pulled you into him like a siren, making you unable to do anything else but melt into his presence. He had this control over you, this invisible force and you really can’t fight yourself and lie. “A little.” You confess, but you have a feeling that he already knows it wasn’t just a little, but you were also just trying to safe any last bit of dignity left in you.

Like a switch in his brain, his eyes fall down to the drink in his hands, before placing the glass to his lips. You can see the first taste effecting him, eyebrows furrowing lightly, but then you almost choke yourself when he suddenly starts to gulp down the wine in your glass. The memory of the same position flashes before your eyes, but now there is just small streak of alcohol rolling down his chin. You are left to only watch your drink disappear — easily and without any resistance. You wonder if he just has different taste buds or if he is just swallowing it down to not let the small burn get to him, but when his adam’s apple bobs for the last time, there is a satisfied smile on his lips.

His tongue flicker over the plushness, thumb wiping off the excess, but he doesn’t let it go to waste — his thumb comes to his mouth, licking swiftly at the small drop on his skin, like he couldn’t get enough. He is so messy, you did notice that all the time when he ate and after few tries of making him use utensils you just gave up. ‘It is tastier when you eat with your fingers’ — that is what he told you. You blame the smell of the wine getting to your senses, because you feel drunk just by looking at him smiling at you. “I like it.” Han says, putting down the now empty glass next to his feet.

His words aren’t even slurred, he literally looks like he just drank water. “You dont feel anything?” You ask. However your small question receives a small tremble in his movement, eyes blinking back to yours.

“Should I?”

“I don’t know…” You say genuinely. He really is different — at least in the most subtle ways so far…You tear your gaze away from his, turning back to glance at the stars. They are the same, no change, but the meaning behind one specific one is. You wonder how many times you have stared it unknowingly, while you were looking for said change. Change — you wished for it and now it is by your side every day, though how could you ever expected this. You are still not sure if you feel competent by everything that has turned in your life, because somehow you feel like you don’t deserve it. His trust and kindness. You wonder why he chose you — you get this feeling that maybe, just slightly, this wasn’t one sided. His own story touched you greatly and it felt like he was the one actually waiting for you the whole time.

“You know–“ You start off, still looking at the lights in the sky, but you can already feel his eyes trailing over the side of your face. You always have his attention. “The last time I sat here, was when I was watching the shower.” You had to say it, you needed to, because it was eating you alive. Was it really just coincidence? It cannot be, because why would he showed up now? Why didn’t he stay back at his ship? Was it really that damaged? Because if it was, there would be atleast smoke in the distance or a fire. He told you he crashed into the forest, but the woods spread out. Your own question makes you look back at him and your breathing stop at the unreadable expression on his face.

He is not looking at you, staring down at his hands in thought, but as he feels the weight of your eyes on him, he glances to you — the emotion on his face disappears, smile stretching across his lips. “Funny — you must have manifested me.” Han says, small laugh leaving him,

“Yeah…” You don’t know if you want to question the sudden shift in him, as it was gone before you could even register it fully. Even if some time has passed since he got here, you never actually got him to say much about himself. He always had a way with words, making you forgot what you wanted to say in the first place. You know him — good enough you think, because you can sometimes tell when he is holding back. His sentences are always careful and light hearted, but there is always this look in his glowing eyes that you quite can’t place.

He always looks at you like that — like he is trying to see something, fingers twitching like he wanted to do something that he yet quite couldn’t. Your sight drifts, but your gaze stays at him, as you let your mind wander. Then there is a shuffle from him, so careful and little, but to you it wasn’t. You feel his shoulder sliding over yours, heat of skin so prominent even under the layers of material. He is leaning towards you, but still he is far enough for you to let you breathe — breathe in the air that comes out of his lungs. You can hear your heartbeat in your ears, because this is the closest he has ever been and you are letting him. Your vision clears, blinking at him, body stilling. “You know…I maybe do feel something-“ He says quietly, eyes trailing over your features. “But I think it might not be because of the drink.”

You breathe out shakily at his tone that is just as sweet as his scent wrapping around you. “Han…” You whisper, but the sound of his name leaving your lips makes him lean even closer. You are stuck, eyes wide in not fear of his breath fanning over your lips, but because you are not moving away from him. He didn’t even have to say it — you already now what his words mean and you hate that your tummy fills with all too familiar tingles.

“What?” He is staring at you the same way he always is and now you know what it is — desire. You reminisce every time he would graze his skin over yours and now you think it really might wasn’t on an accident. His head tilts to level with yours, hand under his blanket eager to touch yours. You think, he can’t see the same emotion shinning in yours eyes, but it is so obvious. Your own scent told him everything he needed to know. His eyes flutter, smile stretching. “Come on, aren’t you a little curious?” He asks and you have to bite down on your tongue at his words that come from the deepest parts of his chest.

You are blinded, mind empty as you can almost taste the wine on his tongue. You can’t fight it no more — anything rational flying out, grinding away into the darkness around you. “Too much to be honest.” You whisper, voice low. There is no sound around you two, even the nature becoming quiet in expectation.

Your lips fall apart, silent sound leaving you as you watch him take his hand from beneath to blanket to come to rest against your cheek. His movements are so careful, touch so gentle — something you came to forget after being alone for so long and is there really any will in you left to fight against it? He looks at you, like you are the most precious thing he has ever come across off, letting him warm up your cold bitten cheek in trembling delight. “You might be the only human I have ever met, but I can also tell you that you are the most interesting thing up in the whole galaxy…” His words wrap swirl around you — your body and heart and you can’t hear anything else but their echo, as his fingers hook under your jaw.

“You are just saying that…”

“No.” Han says it in a way like your words had wounded him, shaking his head at you. “I mean it, so much.” His expression becomes softer, voice honey to your ears. You are in denial, because you can’t accept the fact that this man who saw so many words — is completely astonished by you. Your lungs burn from you holding your breath, watching the purple in his eyes gallop his irises, gaze falling to your quivering lips and you can’t help but leaning towards his touch. “I wonder if you taste as sweet as you smell-“ He sighs out, his small sound hitting your open mouth, making you gasp.

“Han-“

Your tongue is tied, mind a mess, shaking lightly as his thumb touches your bottom lip. He is so gentle, yet the feeling of his skin pressing against yours sets your soul on fire. You let him lean closer — you are too much of a mess to even jump away, because somehow it feels like everything is falling to its place finally. He is desperate, neediness transferring to you and as his eyes flutter close you follow the movement, not even a second wasted before he presses his lips to yours. They are softer than a cloud, sweeter than an any wine, your senses filling with only him. Your mind swirls from the small noise escaping him from the contact, your nose taking in his delicious scent — and your tongue rolling against his. He kisses you with hungriness that have been bubbling inside him for so long, hand on your cheek sliding towards the back of your neck.

You think you could have never get drunk of a simple kiss alone. You have never felt so much pleasure from sliding your lips against someone else’s like this before. Han tilts his head, mouth opening, tongue poking to lick against yours, teeth clacking together. You let out a surprise noise, because you taste the difference in him — his tongue is rougher, longer and more precise. He is kissing you like he has known you all along. You swear you can feel his chest rumbling when you press your hands over his beating heart, your slicks mixing together and he drinks it eagerly into his mouth, like it was the nectar of gods.

It is messy, fast — your mind slowly picks up on what is happening, while you are still trying to match his pace. His tongue is rougher with bumps and you wonder how you have never notice that before. His hidden differences are starting to show and it scares you…You shouldn’t be doing this. This is wrong, but why does it feels so good? Drool starts to slide down your chins, but you realize it is mostly him — he is literally foaming at his mouth for you, tugging you closer to his heaving chest, like he wanted to get under your very skin. All of this, all of these new things are making you shake in shock. You are frozen, body moving against your will, your mind screaming, but your feel small hesitation.

Your sighs turn into heavy breaths, because it is too much for you. Thoughts circle around your head, warning you of what you are actually doing maybe not be right. Maybe you should not be enjoying this — he is an alien, unknown. You don’t know him, even if your heart says otherwise and right now you can’t help but feel disgust towards yourself. What if he is just kissing you because he doesn’t know what to do with a human? No, he is smooth, his kisses are perfect, his touch is gentle than ever. However your mind, with the lack of oxygen you are getting, makes you tear yourself away from him.

Single string of your saliva stick to both of your lips, before it breaks, just like your mind. Your eyes are wide like his, with the same desire, but your shock wins over. Your hands loosen the grip you had him in, breathing heavily as you start to stammer. “I — need to think-“ You stutter, your words hitting him — seeing how he visible freezes. You feel regret, mostly because you stand up to your feet and turn to walk away, though you are not ready to except that. You are doing what you think is the right thing, but oh, how wrong you were…

His warmth leaves you the second you separate your lips from his, bitten and puffy, the sight haunting you like a reminder of what you let happened. You nearly trip with your hurried steps, leaving him behind as you swing open the door to your home. You are again the one running away — you are running away from the change you so wished for. It so much to take in, from letting him stay here, taking care of him and treating him like an equal to this. You shouldn’t have kissed him back and lean for more, even if you felt your heartbeat slowing to match his. You shouldn’t have treated him like a normal person, because he isn’t — he so isn’t…Then why? Why do you like that about him?

It is morally wrong and also because he just can’t stay here with you. He belongs to the stars, so far away from you, but his sweet words sounded like the brightest truth. You run up the stairs to your room, somewhere you think you would be able to lock yourself away from his presence, but you already now that wasn’t possible. He is everywhere and you did let him in yourself. You feel your throat burning from your rigid breaths, mouth dry, yet you can still feel the taste of his lingering. You don’t even lock your door when come in, because deep inside you know, you wouldn’t be able to escape him and the truth. Your fingers run through your hair, tangling the strands between your digits as you dig your nails into your skull.

You want him.

No, it is wrong. His blood isn’t even same as yours — his gestures, way of speaking, scent and taste. You realize that day by day as he slowly opened himself up to you, showing you how much different you are from him. He was scared as well — scared of this exact thing. You ran from him, you wounded him, but he somewhat understood. Everything in your life changed so quickly and he wished he was more careful, but how can he when it comes to you? Han never lies, he maybe has not told you everything, because he wanted to you show you instead and that he did in his kiss. His tongue…rough with bumps, so long and harsh — hungry to take in your taste, eyes shining in the brightest shade of purple under his closed eyelids.

A shaky breath leaves you, pacing back and forth on your carpet. Your room was dark, cold like it always been, but you can feel the warmth right behind your closed door waiting for you. Some time has passed, you don’t know how long, but it helped you calm down your racing heart — but your feelings stayed the same. You wished so many times…and when you finally get it, you ran away. Small sting stays behind as you release your grip on your head. What if you for once trusted your heart and not your mind? What if you finally didn’t listen and think about the future and just live…You have never left so alive before.

You sigh softly, shaking your head to clear your thoughts and just listen. The quiet — it is only around you, but your heart screams for you to let it open again. He may be from another planet, he may have seen so much more than you, but you start to believe that you are maybe the same. You both didn’t now where your true home lays, staying somewhere where it didn’t belong to you in the first place, just waiting — waiting for the thing that finally feels like peace. Why should it matter that you are different in body, when your souls both lay in the same place? Your eyes open fully, the invisible cloud that had blinded you dissolves. It was shame.

Your fast footsteps are just an echo to you, body moving on your own decision, because now you know what is right. You have decided, you know what you want — what you needed so badly. Your own unconsciousness already knew that also, because you didn’t close the door. It was clear from the moment you let him lean in and touch you. As your hand comes to wrap around the handle, you open it in such force you didn’t even know was possible, because not once in your life you were driven with such desire. The sweet scent, that always seemed to make you weak, fills your senses firstly and it is like a warm sigh kissing your skin.

Your gasp gets stuck in your chest, as Han stands right before you, hand falling from the door as you swung it open — he didn’t even want to knock, just you before, because there was no reason to. He knew, hoped still silently, that you would come back and now you are infront of him pupils expanding. No words are said, because your actions speak enough for the both of you. You don’t even know who moves first, you both in sync — grabbing the other desperately, before your lips meet again. There is no resistance nor hesitance now, moving on pure instinct, lust and desire warming up the air around you.

His hands come to dig into the plushness of your hips, yours grabbing his face that has been haunting you even in your dreams. Your tongues glide against each other, whimper slipping out as you finally don’t have to just reminisce what he feels like. It is hot — borderline filthy, there is nothing sweet about the kiss, but meaning behind it shines through. You feel shiver go down your spine as he pushes you closer to his body, fingers pinching at the exposed skin of your side. You curse against his mouth, breathing harshly, but pulling away. “I am insane for this-“ You say mostly to yourself, chest pressing against his, making you both stumble a little.

“I am-“

You shush him, shaking your head lightly at him, landing small kisses against his bottom lip. “Don’t say it — don’t stop.” Your plea is answered and it is like a switch was flipped inside him, hands traveling up to your waist as you slowly walks backwards towards your bed. Your noses smash against each other, breathing in just your own scents alone and you feel your mind becoming a mush from the sweetness as it is stronger than ever. Oh, only if you knew that he actually knows how much effect that has on you…

The back of your knees meets the bed, letting him push you down, falling onto the soft cushion. It makes you pull yourself away from him, but you can’t hide from the look in his eyes. He dreamed about this for so long — the glassiness in your vision, lips puffy from his, spit gathered around your chin like a silent mark. Han is shaking just from the thought of finally having you. You are a sight, a beautiful mess for him. He watches your chest moving wildly, your arousal making his head spin. His hand comes to cradle your face softly, leaning lightly into his touch, eyes fluttering. “I wanted you for so long — you don’t even know.” It is more of whisper and it shakes you from the inside.

“Then take me-“ Your own voice is so far away to your own ears, fingers twitching over the sheets from the shinning purple around his irises. That is the last permissions he needed, because you finally accepted the feelings deep inside you.

Your next breath is taken away from you, his lips landing in yours yet again, soft moan of pleasure leaving you as you are pushed to lay down. You both don’t separate from each other, bodies tangling together, while you shuffle up the bed to lay down on your pillows. His hands run over you — squeezing at your skin that felt like the softest silk. Your legs fall open, letting him in between them, hands grasping at his head to pull him even closer to you. You need him inside of you, you would let him eat his way to your heart — he already did, slowly and so suddenly, but it felt like the best feeling on this god forsaken planet. His teeth cage your bottom lip, sucking harshly, making blood rush to the surface.

His own action makes him whimper, the sound almost pathetic in a sense as it already makes his cock twitch. His hips don’t however press against you, even if you try to slightly graze against him. You don’t even know who has the upper hand right now, you are both just a tangle of limbs. Han separates his lips from yours, but you don’t pull him back, because he starts to lay kisses over your warm cheek. His moves are hurried, but they still hold the sweetness his scent radiates. His spit covered lips part, tongue poking at the thin skin of your neck. The sensation almost sends you over the edge, you only have the strength to take it, sighing at the small nibble as his teeth sink into you.

He sucks harshly right over the prominent vein in your neck, that jumps to the surface instantly. “Please-“ It is slurred, almost unheard from the ringing in your ears. He is pleading for what exactly you don’t know yet, slurping in your skin, drool coating you. “You are – fuck-“ Desperation is high in his words and movement, hands traveling over your stomach, till they stop under your breaths. You thought you would maybe be the one to plea — but, oh you are so wrong.

You feel a small shuffle under you, moan leaving him, silenced lightly by your own skin. He doesn’t stop — whimpers and whines rubbling inside his chest, his legs hooking under yours on purpose and then you feel it. His hips are rolling into your sheets, messily and almost with no rhythm — it is so sinful, eyes traveling down to watch his bottom half rubbing, humping into your bed, just right under your center. He is now just breathing into you, lost in the pleasure, chest pressed against yours. His imagination runs wild, trying to make the ache in his cock go away, but the way your thighs press against his sides, he can’t help but hiss as he feels himself leaking — already completely ruined.

He pleas again and again, ‘please’ so fast it is just a bunch of mumbles, head falling to rest on your collarbones, however it doesn’t stop him from licking at your sweat covered skin. “Talk to me-“ You breathe out, hand running over his head, hair a mess, but he only looks more good enough to eat.

A whimper rings in the air — already hot and stuffy. He doesn’t let up, hips slowing but only pressing harder into your bed, head rolling to the side to face you. His eyes are filled with unshead tears of pleasure, eyebrows pulled together, mouth open. The hands under your breasts dig into your ribs, but you don’t even feel the dull pain from his tight grip, too mesmerized by the sheer desperation on his face. His eyes seem to light up your dark room, so purple that you can’t even see his pupils. Though it doesn’t scare you, it only makes you needier, fingers unconsciously tugging at his strands.

His hands tug lightly at your t-shirt, feeling the heat of his touch even with the layer separating you. Han wets his lips at the thought that has been running through his head for so long. “Can I taste you, please?” His voice nearly cracks at the end and you feel your soft gasp getting stuck in your throat at his request. “I want to feel you — I will be good-“ His words make your whole body tingle, eyes widening at his yearning that seemed to be cage inside him for so long.

“Fuck, okay-“ You don’t even breathe out your answer fully, before his hands come to pinch at the softness of your breasts. Han sighs longingly — like in relief, wrapping his hands around your tits, feeling your hardened nipples dig into the palms of his hands. You don’t look any better than him, head rolling back into your pillow at his touch. You chase it, arching your back into his greedy hands and seems to take him over the edge.

Your t-shirt is harshly being pulled down, the material almost tearing from the sheer force and you don’t even have the time to react, when his mouth immediately comes to suck at the newly exposed skin. Han moans, tongue licking at the sheer lace covering you and if he wouldn’t be so eager to taste you, he could have enjoy the view a bit longer. He slides your top under your tits, thumbs flickering over your buds, till he replaces one of them with his mouth. It is hot and wet — drooling on you again, as he sucks in your lightly covered skin. He can’t tear himself away from you, needing at your plushness, tongue running over you. You are overwhelmed with pleasure, legs twitching around his hips. You can’t feel anything, but his mouth, tongue and teeth digging into you.

His fingers then hook at the top of your bra, not even fully separating himself from you, like he was scared you would vanish any second. Han hears the small tearing sound, as he uncovers you, but that quickly is forgotten, no shame in him left. You don’t see it, but you feel the cold air licking at your slick covered skin, the sensation making you whimper softly. Han doesn’t know what to do with himself right now — his touch maybe is bringing you pleasure, but mostly he was being selfish. A drop of drool lands on your left nipple, blowing air into the spot, just to see you tremble. The lace seems to blend into your skin, that shines in the moonlight.

The hunger in him grows, but he can’t help himself — pushing his head right into the softest part of your skin, teeth sharp. It isn’t enough to break the skin, but it is enough for you to let out a small yelp of pain. The sensation is too weak against the pleasure you are receiving. Han lightly tugs at your skin, nipping, before releasing it with a wet pop! The blazing red spot is made for his eyes mostly, like a reminder he was there, before his hands travel to your hips. He can feel the heat coming from your center, fingers hooking around the waistband of your pants in a silent question. Your head rolls back to face him, there are no words said, because the look you give him is enough for him to know not to stop.

Lifting your hips, you help him slide your pants off, his eyes staring at the new revealed skin. You feel just a little bit self conscious, looking down your body, feeling your underwear stick to your center like a second skin, while he tosses away your clothes. Though you don’t feel cold, his touch and the feeling bubbling in your lower tummy enough for you — shivering only when his eyes go to your covered cunt. Your thighs quiver, closing a little in small embarrassment, but your move is stopped instantly, hands coming to your knees to spread you even more.

“Shit — you are dripping-“ You sigh, feeling blood rushing to your ears, when his fingers trail over the outline of your underwear. The light color and also your wetness isn’t enough for him to not see how your clit twitches at his subtle touch. Biting his bottom lip, he watches how his thumbs nearly disappear in your skin as he pressed them into the spot where your thigh meets your center. He can already feel your wetness leaking onto him, smearing it over you, before his eyes meet yours. “Can I?” He asks again, not knowing that he is asking for something way more deeper.

“Yeah-” You let out, but you are left surprised, when he suddenly goes to tug at the blanket thrown next to you. You just watch him in small confusion — Han slides down to your bed to lay on his stomach, throwing the piece of material over you and his head.

“Is this okay?” He asks you again, one hand on the blanket so you can still see him, while the other toys teasingly at the corner of your underwear. You don’t really take it as an insult or something, because you can really focus on his breath fanning over your center. With a small nod of your head, you see a flash of relief at his face before it disappear under the blanket, material tickling the skin of your stomach. Maybe you should have suspected something, before you would be left in a state of shock…

It so something about the way you can’t see him — only feel him, that makes this much more appealing. You are now hyper focused on everything he gives to you, head falling back to rest against your pillow, gasp escaping you, when you feel him for the first time licking into you. His tongue flattens over your lace covered pussy, feeling his moan vibrating against you. Han’s nose digs into you, inhaling sharply your smell of arousal — the move makes you squeal almost, never having someone do that to you. His hands hold you open, not moving them, it is his own teeth and mouth that tugs the flimsy piece of material away from your cunt.

You feel him breathing down on you for a moment, your eyes trailing over his covered figure briefly. “Tell me if it is too much.” He says, head empty as it is now only you what he is breathing in to his lungs.

“Sure — ha!”

Your hips twitch harshly, when he suddenly slides his tongue through your slit. The texture is mind blowing to you, eyes staring wide at your ceiling, body freezing for a moment. Han’s movements are fast, long muscle trailing your your labia — he kisses, sucks, slurps. He is everywhere to you and you nearly want to escape such painful pleasure. His soft lips come to wrap around your puffy clit, tip of his tongue poking at the hood of it to make you only tremble more. Even under the blanket you can hear the nasty sounds he makes against you, mouth opening wider to suck you all in.

He is getting off to this…Your mind goes blank at the realization, fingers wrapping around your bedsheets to ground yourself. His teeth bump into your bundle of nerves, traveling lower to your hole — you don’t even know if it is your wetness that slowly drips down you or his drool. His thumbs come to either side of you, spreading you even more for him, smearing his face in your pussy. Was he even eating you out for your pleasure anymore? His hot mouth at your silent question comes to your clit again, mouth now open, but his rough tongue starts to flicker over you so sharply you nearly topple over the edge.

You feel like you are at your peak of pleasure already — it is never ending, burning. “Oh-“ Your lips fall apart, noises flying out of your mouth without any shame whatsoever, too drunk to even register how desperate you sound like. Han hums lowly into you, sucking lightly, drinking you all up. He can’t control himself anymore…His hips roll into your bed again, mimicking the smooth moves of his tongue. His whole face is covered in the mix of his spit and your juices, it is so much and he isn’t fast enough to slurp it all in, creating a puddle under you.

“You are so good-“ He mumbles, moving his head up and down with his movements, kissing your cunt sloppily. “So fucking sweet — fuck-“ A frown of pleasure stays on his face, tongue sliding over you again — from the sensitive skin under your cunt, all the way up your mound. Han breathing his heavy, but he doesn’t think anything would make him happier than suffocating between your shaking thighs around his head.

His words hit you — his drool on your tits cools, but the burn of his bite stays. His lips running over you don’t let up and you truly wonder if it is just him or the fact you were left to only feel what he is doing to you. One of his hands comes to replace his tongue with his thumb, circling of your slick covered clit. It is sharper, more precise and you can’t help, but let out a small sob. “Han…ohhh-“ You can only focus on his fingers coming to rub over your button right now, not noticing that his mouth is no longer sucking at you, but you do feel something — something way more different.

There is something long sliding over your slit — it is so slick, but it isn’t hot like his tongue. The bumps on his muscle are rough and small, familiar to you now, not so big and definitely not sucking you in. It comes to poke at your hole and you nearly jump away from such strange sensation. You are quiet for a moment, slowly realizing that it really isn’t something you ever felt before. Your head tilts down to his covered silhouette, noticing he is moving around, but his fingers are not nearly moving enough for that. “What-“ You breathe in loudly, sitting up, hand falling to the front of the blanket.

Your eyes widened even more when his hand that has been touching you comes to hold yours, but the sensation still stays. “No, don’t-“ He gasps out as well, voice filled with panic. “Just stay-“ You don’t, you can’t possibly as the thing slides just a bit inside you — it sparks fire in you, but you are too confused and shocked, pulling the blanket off from both of yours bodies.

You don’t know what you are seeing for a moment — too dark for you to see, only the his wide eyes shining at yours, but then as the sensation leaves your center you see it. Long tentacles, coming from the shadows. “Shit — this is…w-what?” You are left speechless, sitting up fully, moving away, but your eyes stay on the sight. You think you lost your mind for a second, but as the small dark spots in your vision clear, they are still there. “How?” You mumble, watching him quickly sit up as well.

They are four of them from what you can tell, the upper one’s longer, slick coating them each and every one of them, only outlining the suckers which you haven’t registered till now. Han is shocked just like you, mouth open, still shinning in your essence. He didn’t think — he should have told you this about himself maybe before touching you like that, but at the moment it felt right to him…”I am-“ He wants to apologize so badly, but this is him. This is the real him. “I should have told you — I wanted-“

“Where they there the whole time?”

You surprise him. You did move away from him, but it was mostly because you didn’t know what you were feeling. Maybe it is just this moment you are in, but you don’t feel any sense of fear — you should. Han digs his fingers into his thighs, head turning to one of the tentacles. There is now no reason for him to withdraw them, he already done it. “Yes.” He answers softly, frown falling on his face. “I just didn’t want you to figure them out like this…I wasn’t thinking-“ The shame he thought left him comes back, sending him in a state of distress.

You reminisce his words — he is different, but still you never thought like this. “Come here-“ Your own words leave you in disbelief, falling from your mouth sooner than you can even process them. Maybe you don’t know what are doing as well, but you know, you don’t want him to feel like this. Unwanted, pointed at — he is different, but he is still a person that deserves to be accepted. However it still sends your heart racing, watching the foreign things twitching at your demand.

The frown on his face softens a little, but there is still hesitation in him. Though he could never bring himself to not listen to you — he likes you maybe too much. Your kindness is not surprising to him, but your strong sense of will is. Like before, you let him show you what he is like and you didn’t back away at the end, just like now. He crawls up your body slowly, giving you the time to pull back if you wanted to, but your arms only come to his chest, gripping at him. “You are not scared?” He can’t help but ask, your eyes on the tentacles coming from the lower part of his back, still carefully tugged away from your reach.

“Should I?” You say, eyes flickering to his, naked chest still rising heavily. The sight before you makes the tip of your fingers tingle and you hope you won’t regret your own curiosity. “Do you control them?”

His cheeks dust pink, because he knows you are asking him if he touched you with them on his own behalf. “Yes.” He whispers, hands gripping at your waist.

“Can I touch them?”

His mouth falls open, seeing your face turn into wonder. “You sure?” His heart stops when you send him a small smile, nodding at his question. His pupils expand just from your expression, moving one of his tentacles closer to you. His breathing shatters, the purple, long limb twitching away on an instinct as you extend your hand. There is only wonder and curiosity — pondering if him making his tentacles shows is a some sort of form of arousal or if it is just him accidentally letting his guard down. However he did touch you with it and it was for sure on purpose…

Your fingers come to touch the slippery, slick surface of the outside, eyes flickering momentarily at him trying to see any form of pain or discomfort. He only blinks at you hasily, bottom lip tucked between his teeth. It moves smoothly, like a snake and as you look closer you notice small specks and lines in lighter hue decorating the length of it. It reminds you of his eyes — vibrant purple watching you carefully, body still hovering on top of yours. The tentacle is thicker at the bottom, tip slimmer and pointer. The underside of it has suckers, eyes widening in amazement as they seem retract, like they wanted to stick to something. You hum is long, tips of your fingers running up the limb, before you come to wrap your hand gently around it. “Hm — it’s soft.” You mumble under your breath, thumb coming to middle of one of the sucker and it instantly wraps around your digit, accidentally squeezing your hand at the gesture.

“Fuck-“ Flies out his mouth, head hanging low, hair covering his face. Your grip goes to loosen, but when you feel him shiver, your mind expands.

“You feel that?” You ask, eyebrows furrowing, squeezing shortly to prove something to yourself and then you only hear a pathetic whimper ring in the air. “How does it feel?” Your voice is hazier, eyes flickering from the sucker wrapping around your thumb to him.

Han’s hands that are supporting his weight start to tremble, gasping when he lifts his head up — you are teasing him, you…you who was firstly scared of from the existence of him alone. You realize yourself way too quickly, that he is truly controlling every move of it, that it is part of his body, that it makes him fucking whine. “Good-“ He responds firstly, but then he almost jumps out of his skin, when your hand slides down the limb in a perfect stroke. “Holy shit — you are crazy.” He breathes out a short laugh of disbelief, watching his tentacle twitch as you start to move your hand up and down.

You are mesmerized by him, eyes shinning in delight. “You like it though.” You say. The tip of it comes to wrap around wrist, but it doesn’t stop you, more or so the closer you get to the base of it, the more his chest start to tighten. The other ones curl up as well, the suckers tightening over nothing, while the ones you are holding come to wrap around your skin. They stick to you almost painfully, but you can tell he is trying his best not hurt you — even if he is shaking, like a complete mess. You wonder what purpose they hold…you wonder what would happened if you didn’t stop him.

Crying out Han’s body betrays him, chest falling on top yours. “I-I do-“ He nods, hair ticking your nose, making you caress the top of his head. Your touch sends shiver up his spine, back arching and at that you notice how the tentacles are coming from underneath his shirt that has ridden up. However you are the one to gasp next when you firstly see his hips rolling, before you feel his covered cock rutting against you. Just that touch seemed to awake the heat in your lower tummy and your sound isn’t missed. Han lifts himself up as best as he can, watching your face scrunch up with pleasure when he rolls his hips into yours again. He can still taste your sweetness on his tongue, feeling your hand stilling at the slightest of graze of his cock over your pussy. “Will you let me touch you?” He asks and you almost grumble at him for asking you such a question, but then you realize what he meant. “With them?”

Looking back at your hand, still around the tentacle, you can’t help but feel curious and anxious at the same time. “Will it hurt?” You wonder out loud, staring at the thick base, but with his hand turning you towards him you are given a look of reinsurance.

He shakes his head softly. “No, I promise.” And you do trust him — after everything, you know there is no danger when it comes to him.

“Okay.”

Han nods his head yet again, like he is telling himself that this alright as well. He sits up, limb expanding back, pulling out of your hold, while you lay your hands by your head. You don’t know what to do with them, but to his pleasure he is thankful you let him touch you freely. Shuffling down your bed a little, he sits at the back of his knees, hands coming to hold your legs apart — you don’t even have the strength to feel embarrassed by the leakage on your sheets, pooling right under your ass. You are not the only one eager it seems. The one you have been holding, which was the one you were the most familiar with slides down the middle of your body.

The texture is almost slimy, leaving small trail behind as the tip goes back between your thighs like before, but now it is different — now you can enjoy the view as well. You have seen things like these before, but you never thought you would ever come even close to it, let alone experience the real thing. The tentacle acts just the same as his fingers, running firstly over your slit, feeling it harden against you. A moan leaves you, silently begging him to continue and to your delight he does. You are still so sensitive from his mouth and tongue, chasing the feeling of pleasure, hips pushing closer to it.

Han gives you a look, when he moves to your hole, tip just barely there. You admire is dedication of making you feel comfortable, but you are too close to the edge already not to send him a glare. There isn’t even any emotion behind it, eyes just piercing through his, not looking away, even as he slides the tip into you. You stiffen…you have come to realize that being with him comes with a change, but simply you have never felt something like that inside you before. It isn’t hard like a cock or one of the toys you hide under your bed — it is only shape like it in a sense, but it is wet, long, like a tongue. Though you were sure he wouldn’t be able to reach the sweet spot in you so quickly…

You arch into it, however not letting your sight of the tentacle slowly sliding into you. Your moan is so loud, that it shakes the room, hand flying to grasp his. The limb goes deeper, your walls squeezing around it, relief and pleasure washing over you. You are losing your mind from how fast it reaches your cervix, goosebumps rising all over your skin when the tip pokes at it. “Fuck, that’s-“ Mind blowing simply, feeling how the suckers come to latch onto the skin of your inner thighs, while it starts to curl up inside you. “So good–“ Your mouth falls open, finally looking up to his face and your sounds of pleasure stop at his expression — he is enjoying this as well, lips parting and then closing, staring down at his tentacle moving inside you. “More please.” You whisper and it almost falls to deaf ears, but the sting of your nails piercing into his hand makes him turn to you.

“You-“ He is speechless, but the heavy sigh he has been holding finally falls from his lips.

“Yes! Stop asking, please-“ You whine out, sending him such a sweet look full of need.

The other tentacles come to your view again — quickly, trying to keep with their movements, but they are swift as a whip. The one on the other side of the one inside you, travels to your cunt as well, but this one…this one turns to lay one of the suckers right over your clit. “Hm!” You squeal at the sensation, almost closing your legs if it wasn’t for his tight grip, because it instantly comes to suck at your puffy bundle nerves, its rim wrapping around it. You cry out, as it seems to fit perfectly and in your delirious state you only can breathe out choked sighs while the other ones — slimmer, faster wrap around your harden nipples.

You are in shock, body tensed up, but it still shakes wildly under him. Your eyes roll back inside your head from all the other sensations. The one inside you starts to thrust, each time the base becoming thicker and thicker, stretching you out. The other one sucks even harder on your clit, sending shockwaves down your body — the other two tugging meanly at your red nipples, tips of them poking at your peaks. You can’t keep up with him, ears ringing from the nasty wet noises coming from your cunt and the tentacles. Han’s eyes are wide, trying to take in the full picture of you taking him all in — it is better than he imagined. You are covered in purple, the color so beautiful against your shade of skin, watching your stomach contract, whimpering himself from everything you are experiencing.

There is no part of you that is left untouched, letting him wrap you in his long limbs. “Cum for me, please — it is too much-“ Han whines out, like he is the one in your place, but you can’t forget about the fact that he does feel everything as well. He feels the drag of his tentacle inside your warm cunt, he does feel and see how your nipples swell around his limbs, he feels every single twitch of your clit latched with one of his suckers. You have taken so much of him already, your hole is basically swallowing up every new inch he gives you, unconsciously the tip sliding over the opening of your cervix, length pressing just right over the softest spot inside you.

You are becoming a babbling mess, series of pleas and moans filling up your room, tears leaving your eyes as you blink them open. Your nails dig into his hand, but none of you feels it. Then as you look down your body, the sight simply is the thing that hurls you over the edge. “Cumming-“ You cry out, back arching. “Please — oh, my-“ You are saying bunch of nonsense, but to him they are the most filthy sound he ever heard. Your tummy contracts, the burning sensation of everything he is doing to you, too good not to make you completely leave in shakes, feeling the first spark of your peak.

White is all you see, low hum filling your head, whole body arching off the bed from the seemingly non stopping waves of pleasure. You become hyper focus on everything — how the tentacle inside you twitches as your walls tighten, how the one on your clit doesn’t let up, making your orgasm extend and how the ones around your nipples tug a little too harshly from your trembling movements. You feel yourself leaking around his limb, creating a messy white ring at the base, dripping down to your already ruined sheets. Your breathing is uneven, but after a moment you feel your muscles spasming, before your grip on his hand and sheets become limp.

You are on the bring of overstimulation, a small whimper different from the others, making him finally let up on your spent body. However your desire and hunger stays, taking a deep breath of his scent into your lungs. When the tentacle slides out of you a loud, slick noise is heard, walls squeezing around nothing now, trying to unconsciously suck him back in. You feel how you are left stretched out and surprisingly it sends a tingle of delicious pleasure through you. Han can’t quite seem to catch his breath as well, pulling away from your clit — red and swollen, just like your nipples and the red, blotchy spot on your breast. He travels his eyes over you, marveling at the sight infront of him in a small silence, while his cock presses painful against his pants.

Small humms and sighs leave you, eyes carefully blinking open, vision still filled with sparks of colors. You feel the small soreness in your core, but you also feel so empty — suddenly Han comes to your view, sweat coating his hairline, while his face controls in concern. “Shit — you okay?” You nearly laugh at him, you really do. Though you still appreciate his concern, drinking up his sweet gesture, hands falling to his warm cheeks.

Even when you lean to land a small kiss at his puckered lips, the look on his face doesn’t melt away, but when you start to circle your thumbs over his cheekbones it melts. “Yeah-“ Your scratchy voice makes him breathe out a sigh, licking at his lips so the taste of your lingers for a little longer. You both gave yourselves a whiplash from how fast your position changed — you are the one begging now. You pull his head closer to you, noses rubbing against each other. “Need you now, please-“ You mumble softly against his lips and he can’t help but groan into you.

“Fuck–“ He curses from your words and tone, the feeling of your slick juices on his tentacles coming to contact with the cold air. You hum sweetly at his bad word, kissing him sloppily, making him feel your neediness. “Want me to fuck you, hm?” He says into your mouth, smacking his lips against yours.

“Fuck, yes–“ You breathe out, pulling him into a heated kiss with your hand in his hair, while the other grasp at his muscular shoulder.

“You are still shaking.” He states the obvious, pulling away a little, hands on your hips.

“I don’t care.” You say back, rolling your eyes lightly, hissing lightly, when you see him open his mouth again. “Shut up.”

“Of course.”

He separates himself from you, tugging hurriedly his t-shirt over his head — it is little clumsy, because his tentacles are in the way, making them momentarily retreat, but not disappear. There is no need anymore, you have excepted him. Just like he wanted. Your eyes slide over his chest and exposed skin, which you have dreamed about, finally at your reach. He slides off the bed for a moment, just to take his pants off, the sound of his zipper coming undone loud to the both of you. Your breathing stops, eyes on his lower half, heart picking up speed the more he exposed himself to you, till you see the smooth skin of his base. He is looking at you, as he finally takes his pants off, cock immediately slapping against his stomach.

He is big — long, thicker at the base, just like his tentacles, tip flushed, hissing the moment cold air hits him. However the thing that leaves you stunned the most is his cum…it’s shinning purple. You could have guessed that, but your mind has been too occupied till now. “So pretty.” You, whisper biting your lip. Your words make Han choke, pink dusting his cheeks and you grow slightly amused at the thought of his blush being purple.

He crawls back up your body, precum smearing over you in the process and your eyes widened at the feeling and sight. It is thicker than his blood, but it seems like it doesn’t die down in its light — seemingly glowing more when it comes in contact with your skin. The thing you also didn’t notice till now is that his base is smooth, just one thick bump in replacement of two. “I don’t think, I will last long.” He says sheepishly, hands coming to rest on either side of your head. His cock falls onto your lower stomach, making the familiar desire in your grow, even if you are already overstimulated beyond your limit.

The glowing tip is just at your belly button and you grow thankful for him fucking you with his tentacle first — they now lazily swirl around you both, making you feel all too safer from the outside world. “Just give it to me, baby.” You say, the nickname makes his lips part, before they crashed to yours yet again.

Your kiss is messy as before, your hands running down his chest, while one of his comes to expose you more to him — you are still wearing clothes somehow, but you know that they will be too ruined to be worn ever again. While his hand tugs your t-shirt up your stomach, yours slides down his hard stomach to his cock. Both of you moan at the feeling, your hand wrapping around him, thumb circling over his tip, smearing him in his cum. You are both slick and ready, no need to wet his cock when your pussy is still leaking from your orgasm. You guide him and he lets you, hips rolling into your hand, chasing your softness.

His tip is thick, even after everything he did, it still is a delicious stretch. Your hand leaves him, Han leaning his weight on his hands, making your head sink into your tear stained pillow deeper. You are so soft and warm — his cock slowly penetrates your stretched out cunt, losing his mind immediately when your walls come to wrap around him. “Fuck, you feel so good.” You moan in acknowledgment, nails digging into his back from the small burn. However you can’t stop watching him — the face he makes, when his cock disappears inside you, seeing from the corner of your eyes the tentacles twitching around your bodies.

His cock slides almost all the way into you, tip kissing your cervix, but now it is harsher, even deeper, thicker base brushing over your spot. Han opens his eyes, when he finally sinks fully into you — looking at his slick coating your thighs, muscles twitching, before he trails his eyes over the rest of your body. You are making him speechless simply by existing. He lets you get use to him, but his hips start to roll against you still. When you don’t do anything to stop him, he doesn’t simply. The drag of his cock is too good, length sliding out of you, before snapping his hips back. “Oh, yeah-“ You choke a little, as he starts to move, feeling every inch and every single veins of his cock pushing into you.

“Big-“ Your eyes glimmer with tears, but that only seems to make him go faster. Your simple word goes immediately into his head, making him grow visible confidence, letting himself become loose more and more. The room fills with the sounds of skin slapping against skin — your pussy squelching loudly, making you whimper in small embarrassment.

He leans to press his naked chest against yours, feeling your nipples poking at his own. He wanted this for so long…His thrust become almost mean. Hard, fast, tip poking at your cervix, as the more your grip tightens, feeling you on the edge of breaking the skin of his back with your nails. His warning rings in your head — you are not so sure yourself if you are going to able to last for long. Your thighs wrap around his hips, ankles hooking under his back to pull him closer to you. You breathe in each other’s sounds of euphoria, watching his eyes glowing from your state. His mouth is open, lips slick from saliva. His smooth pelvis perfectly rubs at your painfully used clit, each time he pulls his cock from your cunt — just perfectly, enough the feel a spark of the right pleasure.

He can’t take his eyes off you — looking down at your tits, bouncing with each rut of his hips. The spot which he left on you is turning purple, just like the color of his whole true being. He decided himself that he never wants to see you in any other hue than this. With being so focused on you and at the feeling of your cunt eagerly sucking him in, a small drop of drool lands on your skin. His eyes grow wide for a second, looking at the drop of slick on your sternum, though you only tugs head to you. You don’t stop your sighs of delight, though they momentarily become softer when you blink at him lazily, before your mouth opens wider.

Shock pierces him, looking into your eyes in small hesitation, but you only show him commitment, with your actions. So — Han leans over to hover over your body, angling his mouth with yours before he spits onto your tongue. The drop of drool lands on the pink muscle, letting him look at glide down your tongue a little longer, before you swallow it, drunken smile stretching over your lips. However your small sweet expression is quickly wiped away from your lips — becoming a crying mess, when his hips snap into yours faster and deeper. Han is now the one grinning, though you can’t see it with your blurry vision, only feeling how he goes to swipe his own tongue over your softer one, drinking in your high pitched whimpers. He is basically drilling his cock into you, ruining you for anyone else — there won’t be. Permanently creating a perfect mold of his cock in your cunt, going deeper, you not thinking that was even possible. You feel his throat opening, like he wanted to say something, but then his own move surprises him.

One of his tentacles lightly licks at your shoulder, poking you and he again did that without his will, purely on an instinct. Your head rolls to the direction of it, mind too empty, just so full of pleasure and his cock to think about what you are doing — you grasp it, your warm hand tightening, before you make him completely shatter in his rhythm, when your tongue comes to slide against the length of it. He almost growls, when you turn back at him, mouth closing around the tip. “You are so perfect-“ His hands smooths down your hair almost lovingly, but it couldn’t be said the same for the rough drags of his cock. Your grip loosens just because he is now pressing down the tentacle on your tongue. Every sound you make, he can feel vibrating against him, nearly choking when the tip meets the back of your throat. “I’m close-“ He says, gasping at the upcoming feeling spreading inside his body. “I’m so close, baby-“

He is almost sobbing, matching your tear stained gaze. You pull him out of your mouth a little, sucking lightly in the process. “Give it to me, please-“ Your skin is hot to touch, sweat making you stick to his body, wetness coating your inner thighs. The tingling sensation in you is making it hard to breathe, hands sliding over his back to atleast try to ground yourself, though you only seem to shake.

Your words hit him — expression darkening for a split second, but you are not quick enough to catch it. His other three tentacles wrap around arms, suckers latching on to you, making you gasp in surprise. “Fuck, you want it?” His voice is strained, sitting up to his knees to make his cock hit your spot dead on. “You want me to fill your pussy, hm?” You have never heard him use this tone before, so demanding. It makes your whole body cover in goosebumps, whimpering around the purple limb in your mouth, while the others tighten around you.

“Han-“ You nearly choke again.

“You want it?“ He hums, mimicking you, when you nod your head pathetically fast. “Fuck — say it.” You only can feel the way his cocks swells inside you — your clit burning, body shivering. You don’t even notice the pressure on your arms disappearing.

“I want it, Han. Please — cum inside-“ His breathing becomes faster, cock dragging against you in long, hard strokes. “Please, please, please-“ You don’t even care how pathetic you sound, blinking away your tears, only now noticing the two tentacles sliding up your thighs. “Han!” Your eyes grow wide, back arching when they suddenly slide into you, stretching you beyond your limits.

Han coos at you softly, watching his tentacles disappearing inside your cunt, thrust slowing to slow harsh humps, but you can’t even tell the difference right now. It burns — enough for you to screw your eyes shut, but the euphoria reaching it hands out to you is too good to stop. “Shhh, it’s okay. Take it, baby…” He slurs, his purple limbs coming to either side your cervix. Your sob is small, mostly filled with pleasure, legs tightening around his back, grazing over the very base of the tentacles. He cries out at the touch, ruts becoming sloppy, but that doesn’t even matter, when your head rolls into your pillow as you hit the peak of your pleasure.

“That’s it — such a good girl.”

Whimpering, the tentacle slips out of your mouth, curling suddenly and you realize immediately why, when he snap his hips into yours for the last time. The ones inside you split you open literally, the base of his cock sliding into you. It feels like he is in your throat, head lazily rolling down to rest against your chest — gasping at seeing your tummy bulging. You can see the outline of his cock in your stomach, feel every pump of his hot cum filling you. The purple limbs coming from his back twitch, feeling their pointy tip spreading you so his slick would stay. Han is a mess, hand shaking next to your head, while the other comes to rest against your stomach.

The pressure is good — way too good, for something so sinful. It is like you can feel his cock growing soft, but then you realize it is just his base that you learned holds his warm cum. You are so fucking full, you cry weekly as you let him pump every last bit inside you. You wanted it, you still feel your pussy squeezing him at him and his limbs desperately. It is the best and the most nastiest thing imaginable. “Too much-“ You mumble and that seems to snap him back into reality, eyes traveling to yours, before he slowly pulls out. It is firstly is tentacles, slick from your juices and glowing from his. You find your strength to sit up to watch his cock popping out of your cunt, his fluorescent cum instantly leaking out of your puffy, used hole. He is mesmerized just like you by the sight, breathing heavily, sitting up as well to take a better look at you.

Your body lays limply under his, chest heaving and cunt still clenching over every leak of his cum. It stains your sheets, yours and even his skin, like a mark — feeling the small red, tender spots from his suckers, running all the way up your arms. Your eyes are barely open, but they are on his, not leaving, even when he goes to lie his body on top of your to press a longing kiss at your lips, full of lust and sweetness which he always had for you. There is no turning back...Han wanted you from the moment, he saw you sitting on your porch and you were too blind to see the darkness in the glow in his eyes every time you were near him. He couldn’t get enough of you — everything you did called to him. Your smile, your voice, your body. He finally has you where he wished you to be — right with him.

He can’t wait to finally take you away from this horrible place — just like he intended…

Trending Blogs

Recently Viewed Blogs

"I've been visited by the Angel of music."