`✦ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ fallen angel `✦ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹⋆✴︎˚｡⋆
⋆pairing: kang yeosang x f!reader
⋆synopsis: reader was abducted by alien!ateez, and is kept company by a quiet, brooding human who is just as much a prisoner as reader. coping day by day, reader and the mysterious prisoner become something neither of them see coming.
⋆ tags: MDNI!!, 18+, secret alien!yeosang, abducted!reader, angst, slowburn if you close one eye, smut, alien!ateez au, smut warnings under the tag!!
⋆ authors note: i am quite literally so unsure if i like this to be honest, but i love aliens, and yeosang is the most ethereal man on this earth, so i kind of had to. again, pls let me know thoughts and critiques if you have them! (pls be nice lol).
⋆ word count: 7.3k
⋆ smut tags: nipple play, yeosang eats kitty like no other, fingering, vulgar terminology, creampie, very very minor dom/sub dynamic!
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Somehow, you always knew you were bound for the cosmos. You were never sure why, never sure when, or even how, but you knew.
It was a Sunday when you woke up no longer in your bed, but on a cold, raised slab of metal. The air was brittle, and every breath you took felt like it crumbled as soon as it toppled down into your lungs. You didn’t open your eyes yet, like they were glued shut, but you listened to the humming coming from underneath you, the soft, constant woosh of something unknown, and your own breathing as it became doubled. When you breathed, you heard yourself gasp twice. When you exhaled, you exhaled double. Your breath shook in fear, sounding like a rattlesnake as it duplicated itself.
Your fingers grasped for the edge of the bed you lay on, inching down the shallow drop until you felt nothing at all. The lurch in your stomach catapulted your body up, finding yourself with eyes wide open, staring at the dim, metallic scene in front of you.
A long console that spanned the entire length of one side of the room gleamed with bioluminescent light, causing stripes of its reflection to cascade on the silver walls around it. You slipped off of the ‘bed,’ grimacing as the chill of the floor met your bare feet, and padded to the edge of the platform you seemed to have woken up on.
The room seemed to extend past it for ages, infinite. Its metallic walls went on forever; if there were any angles, you couldn’t see them. Turning around, you faced the bed you had woken from: It sat in the middle of a decently large, but certainly bare, platform. A curved wall backed the platform like a cradle, reflecting the lights and directing them towards the center of the platform.
Somehow, the air had become easier to breathe, but with every deep swallow of oxygen, your lungs ached, and you turned back towards the console. There was a part of you that feared what was past the edge of the platform, you could feel your heart thumping against your ribs like a caged animal the closer you got to the step off, but you could not stop your legs from barreling forward.
Whatever oxygen that you had sucked in prior to stepping off the platform was promptly knocked out of you as you hit a barrier you hadn’t seen prior. It pushed you backwards, rippling out in iridescent waves when you reached out again to touch it. It stung with every attempt to push past it. You would start with your hands touching the curved wall in the back, running with all your might and throwing yourself at the invisible barrier, but nothing changed. The barrier still rippled outwards, your lungs still ached, your feet were still bare and cold, and you were still trapped in a room that smelled like honey and bleach.
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The next time you saw another being, it was an hour after you had woken up. Your back slumped on the curved wall, you had laid your head on the cool surface at some point after giving up, willing yourself to sleep, but your brain was wide awake. Although your eyes were closed, when the bright white lights flickered on, they shot open with a sharp gasp. Scrambling to your feet, you stood against the curved wall, eying the now starkly lit room.
You heard murmurs from behind the endless silver wall on the other side of the console, although you couldn’t make out what was being said. A door, not previously there, slid open with a woosh, revealing two powerful, slender figures.
They stalked in, their eyes black as night. Inhuman.
“Wh-who are you?” Your voice wavered, pressing your back against the wall.
They didn’t respond, but continued to speak in front of you. You could barely hear them, but picked up random phrases: “home planet,” “the human.” You picked up one sentence in particular, causing a freezing chill to course through your body: “...Could operate…leave the human in the enclosure…will return to the subject with the variable…”
The two figures wore dark clothing, crisp and clean lines that outlined their extraterrestrial forms. One figure, shorter, with a sharp nose, seemed to order the other around. The second figure was taller, with wide shoulders and an unforgiving gaze.Their dark eyes would seemingly look over at you, or so you assumed, dragging their gazes across your form, then returning to conversation. They flitted around the room, their fingers dancing across the console against the wall, then finally left without another glance at your person.
The next time they entered, you were unsure of how much time had passed, but this time another figure was with them, being tugged behind them like a prisoner.
The shorter figure led them to the console, pressing a variety of lights and buttons, glancing back at you every now and then. The figure with the unforgiving stare gripped the prisoner with frightening strength. He stepped forward, pulling the prisoner with him.
“Shall I feed the human, captain?”
The captain nodded shortly, “Yes, San, sure. Throw that one in there as well.” He gestured towards the prisoner who was still in shadow.
“Yes, sir.” The sharp featured figure wrangled the prisoner as he attempted to struggle out of the figure’s grip, “now, Yeosang, just make it easy for both of us.”
With the flick of a button on the console, the barrier flashed a light purple, and the prisoner was pushed through the barrier. He landed with force, folded over on the foot of the metal bed, its metal edge digging into his abdomen.
The man groaned in pain as two plates with unrecognizable slop were tossed through the barrier following him, before the light purple flashed back to nothing at all. You eyed the prisoner: his hair was pitch black and sprawled across his face, shrouding his features. His sculptured arms glistened in sweat, drawing your eyes down to his bound wrists.
“Go on then,” the captain barked as he and the other figure exited the room, “eat. Untie him for all I care.”
The door slid shut with a quiet thud, leaving the room with the mechanical hum you had heard before, and the panicked breathing from the prisoner, still bent over the bed.
“Are you…” Your brows curled upward in apprehensive worry, “are you alright?”
He said nothing.
“Can I untie you?” You whispered.
The man’s silence persisted, but he pulled his bound hands out from underneath his body, placing them on the bed for you. You crept forward, barely making noise as you leaned over the metal surface, reaching for his hands.
The man’s hands were large, well-defined and veiny, twitching under the pressure of the strange ties that bound him.
“I’m…um…” You let out a shaky breath, “I’m going to try and… uh… untie you. Okay?”
You waited a couple moments for an answer, but received none. With a sigh, you let your hands rest on his thumbs as you fumbled with the ties. The moment your skin touched the man, his body tensed, flinching away from your touch, before reluctantly letting your hands do their work.
“It’s alright,” your fingers were flying in and out of the strange loops created by your abductors, “I’m not going to hurt you…”
As you detangled the last of the bindings, his hands shot out from underneath yours, standing himself up and retreating to one of the walls surrounding the platform.
You watched him as he sat down, his long black hair still haphazardly thrown in front of his eyes. You could barely see his features, but reflections from the overhead light sparkled behind the strands of hair over his eyes every now and then.
Picking up the plates of slop that had been tossed in your cage, you brought one to him hesitantly. You held the plate in front of him, “here. We should probably eat.”
He looked up at you through the gaps in his sightline, then glanced at the plate in your hands. Without a word, he took the plate, and placed it next to him, leaning back on the wall and staring straight ahead, catatonic.
Your silence matched his as you returned to your spot on the curved wall with your plate of food. It smelled like the honey and bleach concoction that wafted through the room before the figures had entered, but as you spooned it into your mouth, the flavor warped and twisted on your tongue. It tasted like everything at once and nothing at all, and it dissipated from your mouth before you could savor it any more than necessary.
The lights dimmed in the room once more a number of hours after the prisoner had been brought in. He still hadn’t uttered a word, just stared at the air in front of him like it was speaking to him. You teetered in and out of consciousness for the rest of the day, dreaming of absolute nothingness and awaking to the same nothingness.
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You woke with the lights still golden and dim, covering the silver, metallic surfaces of the room in a bronze sheen. The man was standing at the edge of the platform, watching the room in front of him.
“That barrier will hurt you.” You muttered, sleepy.
He didn’t answer, but kept his back turned.
“Do you know what’s going on?” Your head fell ever so slightly to the side, feeling lethargic.
The man’s silence persisted, much to your frustration. Whether he was tired of listening to you speak, or if he had seen what he needed to see, was unclear, but he sat himself back down against the wall after glancing at you briefly.
“Who are you?” Your brows furrowed with fervor and you turned your head on his diagonal.
A heavy silence weighed the air down. One where all either of you could hear were your own short breaths. One that didn’t end for a long time.
The next time the lights turned on, the same sharp-eyed figure threw the plates of slop into the cage, snickering at the prisoner. He stalked across the edge of the cage, eying the prisoner, then you.
“Look at you two…” he whispered under his breath, “Ooooo, the Captain has been enjoying watching this.”
You choked on your breath quietly, barely audible, and you looked in the prisoner’s direction. He watched as the sharp-eyed man left the room once more, before releasing a shaky breath, glancing at you with reverence, and returning to his previous catatonic state.
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As the days went by, the routine stayed the same. The sharp-eyed being, San, would enter, turn the lights on, throw slop for you both, taunt the two of you, then leave. You’d eventually gather the plates and hand one to the prisoner, who would begrudgingly take it, but not without catching your eye behind his hair.
Between meals, you would sleep, look at the room beyond the barrier, talk at the prisoner quietly, hoping for an answer, hoping for a glimpse of his features. It was four days of quiet from the prisoner–four days of observing him silently–before you heard his voice for the first time.
The lights had been golden dim for hours, you had long finished talking at the man for the evening and you were on the teetering verge of sleep when you heard a dark, silky, covered voice come from the prisoner.
“My name is Yeosang.” His voice echoed around you, and slipped down your throat.
You said nothing, but you trained your eyes on him, the tips of your eyebrows curled up, and your eyes full of surprise. Your lips parted silently as you observed him. His hair still had not moved, you still could not see anything but his eyes, but he was staring at you.
“Yeosang…” You repeated in a hushed tone, “I’m Y/N.”
He nodded at you, curtly, but said nothing more.
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The next time he spoke, it was two days of silence later, and San had just left. The plates still strewn across the metal flooring, Yeosang got up from where he was sitting, and collected the plates.
He carefully sat next to you, not too close, and handed you your plate.
“Thank you.” You whispered to him, nervously sparing him a glance. His features were more obvious from this angle: you could almost see the straight slope of his nose, the sharpness of his jaw. The delicateness of his body blended with a floral aroma that drifted into your nostrils.
You turned to look at him. He smelled like jasmine. Yeosang smelled like jasmine and the faintest hint of cashmere and spice.
You resigned to eat in silence, until you were both scraping your plates clean. Looking at him as he stared out in front of him.
“Yeosang,” You started, and he turned to look at you, “Can I ask you something?”
He nodded.
“Do you have any idea what this place is?” You met his eye, then looked out at the ceiling past the barrier, “You were brought in by them, you must know something.”
Yeosang let a silence drift between the two of you, took a breath, and stared out at the ceiling too, “Yes. I do.”
A breath caught in your throat, “Okay…”
“They’re not from here. Not from… Earth,” He met your eye, gauging your reaction, but finding nothing, “They’re aliens, Y/N.”
You were silent, looking down at your hands, then at him. “I put that together…”
Yeosang continued, “They look human, but that’s how they get away with it.” He looked away, “They’re interested in researching you. That’s what I heard them speaking about when they found me.”
“Found you?”
“...Yes.” Yeosang seemed apprehensive to explain, as if he had said too much, “I’ll explain one day. If we make it that far.”
Your breath shuddered out of you, landing in the musty air. If we make it that far. Something about the dark, hushed quality of his voice as he said it made your heart rush, and your stomach tie itself in knots, unraveling like a butterfly unfurling its wings.
“Okay.” You whispered, barely audible.
“Okay.” You could feel his gaze on you, dragging from your furrowed brows, down to your quivering lip, to your exposed neck, then back to the ceiling, quiet.
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Even though Yeosang had begun speaking to you, he still maintained his brooding silence for as long as possible, only responding if he felt it absolutely necessary.
“I wonder what they want from us?” You mumbled the next evening as the golden dim lights began to fall on the room once more.
Yeosang merely grunted in response, shrugging his shoulders, and avoiding your eyes. He found that your eyes were somehow even more persuasive than your words could be. If he caught your gaze, it was like words were thrashing behind his closed lips, begging to be let out into the air. But, every now and then, your stare would find his eyes, and it would feel like a floodgate being broken.
“Yeosang, where are you from?”
“Far away.” He’d answered, too quickly.
“Do you remember what you were doing before they took you?”
“No.” Again, too quickly.
You looked away from him, frowning softly, “I think I was sleeping.”
Yeosang’s body relaxed as your gaze left him, leaving the room in silence once more. His quiet figure dripped in questions you wanted answers to. You craved him. You craved his answers, and the creamy baritone lilt he’d have when he did answer.
One evening, you woke to him laying his jacket on you as you slept. He gasped as your eyes fluttered open, staring into his starry pupils.
“I-I’m sorry,” Yeosang whispered, unable to draw his eyes away from you, “you were shivering.”
You shook your head, groggy, “No… It’s okay.
You grasped at his jacket, pulling it tighter around your arms. It smelled like him, and it was warm like him. Your words slurred together, still half-dreaming, “...smells like you. It's warm. Thank you.”
Yeosang nodded quietly, and waited for your eyes to close once more before he sat himself against the wall. Not close to you, but you woke up to his arm outstretched in his sleep, inches away from your hair that was sprawled out around you.
There was a quiet peace that Yeosang brought that settled in you every time you inhaled his cashmere, jasmine scent. He was like an enigma… An enigma that you couldn’t get out of your head.
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Two nights later, you woke up to Yeosang sleeping on his side, back pressed up against the cold wall. He twitched, flinching from a dream. Your eyes were barely open, woken by his whimpers, but you kept an eye on him.
“Please…” He whimpered, “Leave them… just take me.”
With each word his head turned and flinched, causing his pitch black hair to fall away, revealing his furrowed brows, his lids squeezed shut, his distinctly clenched jaw, his softly defined lips, pursed in fear. In your dreamy state, you laid there as his nightmare subsided, then returned with a vengeance.
He let out a blood curdling scream, jumping up and finally letting his eyes shoot open, wide, terrified.
The terror on his face was palpable, honest, dripping down his sculpted jawline and down his exposed collarbone. His shirt hung off one shoulder, his black hair stuck to his temples with sweat, but his delicate face was contorted and bare to the world.
“Yeosang…” Your voice lilted, furrowing your brow and getting to your feet to meet him where he was leaning against the wall for support.
He stood there, panting, chest heaving up and down. His kind eyes were squeezed shut, mouth in a grimace and he braced himself on the wall.
“Yeosang, it’s alright,” Walking closer to him, you hesitantly reached out, lightly ghosting the skin on his bicep. You quieted your voice down farther, into a whisper, “It’s alright.”
His breath hitched as he felt your hand on him, opening his eyes and finally meeting your gaze head on.
Your right arm rested on his bicep, and you gently rubbed circles into his clammy skin. A silent gasp fell out of you as his left arm reached for your shoulder, pulling you closer to him. It was like a puzzle, where every place you touched him was exactly where you were supposed to fit. He held your shoulder, and in turn your hand found his left forearm. Yeosang’s touch felt unfamiliar, like a ghost, and you wondered if he was really even there at all.
His lips parted slightly, watching you as your eyes searched his face, getting to know its curves and edges and lines for the first time. Yeosang’s voice was quiet when he spoke, “... I’m sorry.”
“No,” You whispered, feeling closer to him by the second, “you’re okay. It’s okay.”
You watched as Yeosang’s eyes flitted across your face, before he gently dragged his palm up across the hot skin on your neck, underneath your jaw and around the back of your head. He pulled your forehead to his with reverence, closing his eyes and breathing as if he had a tremor in his lungs.
You let your hand creep up the back of his neck, through his long, dark hair, matching his hold on you. You breathed together. In. Like a puzzle piece. Out. Like you were always supposed to fit.
As his breaths got calmer, you whispered in a hushed tone, “Is this what you need?”
His head bobbed softly, a helpless, quiet whimper falling out of his throat.
“Would you like me to sit next to you, so you can fall asleep?” You opened your eyes and met his eyes that swam with turmoil, like Jupiter’s storm.
If he nodded any smaller, you weren’t sure if you would’ve known he had moved at all, but you broke apart, sitting down with your back against the wall and your knees propped up. Yeosang looked down at you, his eyes softer than you’d ever seen them.
“Thank you.” He carefully sat down, placing himself just barely close enough to your body that he could feel your body heat radiating across his skin.
As Yeosang sat down, you followed the details on his face, gazing through him, wondering about him. Who was he? Why is he here? Why am I here? You searched for answers in the slope of his nose, and in the soft pink birthmark that was like a halo around the corner of his eye.
You squeezed your eyes shut, resting your head on the wall.
“Try and sleep, Y/N,” He gazed at you with softened eyes, “I’ll be okay.”
You opened your eyes and met his stare, holding it with an intensity that neither of you understood, then felt his arm reach around you, gently placing his palm on the side of your head, and pulling you down so you were resting on his shoulder.
You slept peacefully, and woke to the scent of him swirling in your lungs.
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From then on, the two of you slept on each other’s shoulders, finding comfort in the other’s warmth. In their scent. In the sound of their breath. Every night, your hands would creep closer and closer, intertwining limbs, tucking heads in the crook of each other’s necks. What had been short-winded answers, and one-sided conversations before, were now hushed discussions, exploring each other’s minds, picking each other apart.
On a night where you had been quietly talking about nothing and everything, Yeosang turned to you with a look in his eyes that you couldn’t place, and held it for a long, long time. It was as if time had stopped altogether. He watched as your brows pushed together into a soft pout, watched your lips part, then pressed together, your top lip slipping over your bottom lip nervously, and letting it drag back into a pursed line.
“Y/N,”
Your fingers slipped in between Yeosang’s in response, letting him hold them, rubbing his thumb across your skin. He opened his mouth to speak, but your gaze stopped him in his tracks. Color and feeling twirled around in your iris, shooting out and meeting his stare like a firework.
The amber of the dimmed lights shed the both of you in gold, drawing you closer, agonizingly slow, lips parting. You almost didn’t notice when your lips brushed his, sighing into his touch with a quiet relief.
Yeosang’s hand crept up your arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake, landing underneath your jaw. He pulled you closer, maneuvering your lips closer to his to deepen the silent, sweet brush.
Your lips moved around each other, your hands resting on his thigh, and his on your neck.
“Yeosang…” You breathed into his mouth.
“Shhh,” He pressed his forehead to yours, lightly biting your lip and slipping his tongue between your teeth. You let out a breath-like moan and he swallowed it, furrowing his brow in passion.
Your bodies moved together like waves and sand, the tide taking you from being sat, to his hand guiding your head to the ground. He kissed you with a fever, like he had been starving and you were the first morsel of food he’d seen in months.
Laying your head down softly, he redirected his hands path: They dove underneath the hemline of your shirt, feeling the bare skin above your waist. You shuddered at his touch, pressing into his chest softly, before slipping your own hands underneath his shirt. Your fingertips grazed over his sculpted abdomen, curling around his waist like he would disappear if you breathed wrong.
“Y/N,” He took your lips in a kiss, then pulled back, “I want to survive this,” he kissed you again, “with you.” Yeosang’s lips began tucking kisses down your jawline, in the neatest crooks of your neck and down your chest.
“I do too, Yeosang. With you.” You took his head in your hands gently, pulling him up. His eyes met yours, and you let a silence fall.
In the silence, you carefully peeled off your top, keeping your eyes on him, then slipped your fingers underneath his shirt again, and pulled it up and off of him.
Yeosang’s eyes drifted across your bare chest with eyes that sparkled.
“You…” He took a deep breath, lips parted, “you are so…” He dragged his hand from his forehead down to his chin and continued in a whisper, closer to your lips this time, “...you’re like an angel.”
All thoughts of wherever you were had been pushed to the back of your head. Your skin screamed for the feeling of Yeosang’s bare skin on yours, and you shivered when Yeosang’s hand snuck down your waist, gripping the side of your ass gently, but with intention.
“W-what if they come in?” You murmured into his neck as his lips wrapped around your ear lobe.
“We’ll just have to be quick,” He whispered into your ear, his dark honey voice blowing chills across your entire body. You pressed into him with a quiet whine, your chest sensitive, craving more of him. Craving all of him.
Yeosang pulled back, taking in the sight of you once more. You guided his head down towards you again, crashing your lips on his and pressing sickening kisses to his own trembling lips. Your bodies pressed together, moving against each other, hands roaming like birds in the sky, searching for food.
With every path his fingers traced on your skin, you let out shakier and shakier breaths, culminating in a deep gasp as his fingertips grazed the tips of your chest, cold, yet on fire in lust.
“--Nn…” Your mouth was pressed into the top of Yeosang’s head as he dipped farther down your chest, kissing around your sensitive nipples, and lightly nudging them with his hot tongue. Your lips first parted, exhaling into his dark hair, then, still slightly ajar, pressed into his head, placing moaning, sensual kisses across his head.
Yeosang groaned into your skin, rutting into your lower abdomen, and dragging his pulling bulge across your burning skin. You reached down to his stomach, letting your palm slip down and under his pants. His cock glided into your hand, and you wrapped your fingers around him with a shaky grasp. As you began to move your fist up and down his erection, he released a guttural moan into your skin.
“Y/N,” Yeosang’s breath caught in his throat, “...you… oh, god. That feels good. You… feel good.”
He gazed up at you from his position on your chest, and you could feel his cock get harder in your hand as your expressions twisted and contorted in pleasure. He nearly bit into your skin as he snuck his hand down underneath your pants, sinking his long fingers into your wet cunt, causing your back to arch up into his touch gently.
“Y-Yeosang…” Your hand squeezed his cock, rubbing your thumb over his leaking head and dragging the sticky pre-cum across his length. With one finger, he caressed the entrance to your dripping cunt with sweetness, slowly pressing in and curling his middle finger inwards. The fingertip dragged against your gummy cunt, throwing a gasp out of your lungs, “Mm, no, no, no,” You whimpered, unable to stop your body from fucking itself on his fingers as he added another one, “No, Yeo-Yeosang, I want you. You.” You whined.
“Be patient.” Yeosang’s voice was firm, sending a jolt of warmth through your cunt. He smirked, “Oh? Did you like that?”
The lewd sound of his fingers fucking into you squelched and echoed across the room in response.
“Mm… mmhmm,” You whine, lips pressed together in pleasure.
“You’re gonna let me taste you, right, angel?”
“Uh-huh,” Words were choking in the back of your throat, leaving you virtually speechless.
“That’s right, angel.” With one swift motion, Yeosang removed his fingers from your dripping hole, but quickly replaced them with his wet tongue. He dragged a long, flat line from your fluttering hole up to your sensitive clit, wrapping his lips around your clit gently and sucking. His tongue lay flat against your sensitive skin as his lips outlined the shape of your core, over and over again. Every suck and sloppy kiss pressed into you pushed a fire through your abdomen, curling and winding around you like a fuse.
“Yeah?” Yeosang murmured into your wet cunt, “do you like that, angel? You want more?”
You nodded furiously, letting out a whimpering, “Mm…!”
His fingers returned to your glistening cunt, driving deep inside of you and feverishly fucking your cunt while he ravaged your clit. Your lips parted, unable to keep them closed anymore, letting your moans become open whines, full-voiced moans that filled his ears and drove him onward. Yeosang’s lips crept into a smirk on your cunt, rubbing his nose between your wet folds and throwing his tongue along the outline of your hole, then moving back up to your clit to wrap his lips around it, tweaking it in his lips and dragging his teeth ever so slightly across its body.
With a choked cry, you shook underneath his touch as the fuse curled around you and broke loose. His strong arm held your hips down as you squirmed with overstimulation, his tongue diving in and out of your hole, still rubbing the tip of his nose across your over sensitive clit. You cried out, your knees trapping his head between you, but he pulled your legs apart, and pulled himself up to press a sloppy, wet, you-flavored kiss to your lips.
You desperately felt for the waistline of his pants, dragging them down and letting his aching cock bounce up and fall onto your pelvis. As you tasted yourself on his tongue, he pressed his cock on your skin, dragging himself up and down your abdomen. You gasped into his mouth as the head of his cock slipped between your wet lips, brushing firmly against your clit and touching the entrance to your canal.
Your hands gripped his neck, pulling him closer to you, and you pushed your pelvis up to meet his, aching to be filled, aching to be found by him. Yeosang’s soft lips smiled into your skin and his brows furrowed softly as his thumb found your clit, rubbing soft circles. His cock dragged across your sensitive cunt over and over again until, without warning, it slipped past the entrance to your tight hole and sunk deep into your canal. You groaned loudly, mouth wide open and eyes rolled back in pleasure.
“Mm…” Yeosang grunted as he pushed the head of his cock deeper inside you, “Is that okay? Are you okay?”
“Mm.” You mumbled, “Good. So good.”
“I’m gonna go all the way now, okay?” His eyes were softer now as he watched you nod. It was like the wind was knocked out of you as he finally bottomed out inside you, cock pressing up against your cervix. You could almost feel the ridges under the head pushing against your tight canal, stretching you. With every twitch of his cock, your cunt fluttered, pressing up onto his length, aching to be filled more, deeper, harder.
Yeosang’s hands drifted into your hair, burying his fingers and gently holding your head in his hands. He kissed you, so softly you could barely register it, then he began to move inside you. Still pressing soft kisses on your lips as he pushed and pulled, groaning from the sight of you twisting and turning quietly underneath him.
You leaned forward, bracing yourself up with one hand, and leaned your forehead on his. It felt like a lifetime of writhing heaven before Yeosang’s hands slipped to the small of your back, one hand reaching farther, supporting your waist. He rolled on his back, pulling you with him, and you let out a surprised moan, sinking back down on his cock as he continued to fuck into you.
“Feels good?” He stared up into your eyes, and you saw so many things in his: Fire, passion, the dark brown of his iris, a soft stare, something more, something unknown, but there nonetheless.
You nodded, throwing your head back as you rocked back and forth on his cock, “Mmh.”
Your insides writhed and twisted, curling around your abdomen like a sharp, warm wind. Yeosang’s lips were parted, matching your own lips, and quiet, desperate moans spilled out of his throat. He took your left hand in his, placing it on his heart without breaking eye contact.
“This is yours.” Yeosang rocked up into you with one powerful thrust, rolling his hips down to bring them back up with an even more forceful thrust. A guttural moan burst from your mouth, and you trained your eyes on the ceiling, letting your head fall, resting.
“M-mine…?” You barely breathed out.
“Yours. I-I’m…” His eyes flitted around, “I’m not sure where to cum.”
“Me.” You let your head fall forward, catching the soft look that his eyes carried, “Yeosang, p-please.”
“Are you sure?”
You nodded, and with one long, dragging push of his cock, an almost explosive orgasm spilled from your, clenching around his cock with a vengeance. You pressed your lips together, some sort of attempt to muffle your whimpers, but they spilled out despite it all, leaving a long, broken hum in the air.
It floated around the room, driving Yeosang on, and his rocking became less sensual, harder. Your moans and whimpers became soundless gasps as he pulled you down to his chest, bringing your foreheads to touch again. His hands slid down to your ass, getting leverage to fuck into you even more. It felt like you were floating, his length barely even pulling back an inch before he would slam back into your cunt.
His guttural moans flew in and out of your ears, becoming whinier, needier, the longer he drilled up into you. Silently, still gasping, you reached back, slipping your fingers down his balls, and cupping them softly. You squeezed gently, kneading them as Yeosang’s moans became guttural and broken.
With one passionate, breathtaking thrust, he spilled himself inside of you, rutting into you as his hands returned to the back of your head, pulling you in for a sloppy, tongue-filled kiss. Your sensitive cunt tightened around his cock as he pumped you full of cum, and he gasped into your mouth.
“We’ll m-make it out, Yeosang,” You spoke quietly, but did not let the tone reach the point of hushed, “together.”
Yeosang stared at you with a desperate look on his face, like he was searching your soul for any other way out. Like your skin held the instructions on what to do, what to say to your captors. After a long silence, filled with his heavy gaze, he pressed his forehead to yours, “Together.”
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The stark white lights flickered on on a morning sometime afterwards, Yeosang gone from the space beside you, where you had fallen asleep entangled in his embrace.
In a panic, you scrambled to your feet, storming to the edge of the platform to see the Captain.
“Where is he?” You pushed your finger towards the strange figure.
“Where is…” He raised his eyebrow, “... who?”
“Yeosang.” Your voice wavered, shaking.
“He served his time. He did the necessary research, and beings from our planet do not feel the need to do… extra… work.” The being let the word fall out of his mouth like vomit.
“... what?” Your frown deepened, and a breath was stolen from you.
“What do you mean, what?” The Captain spat out the last word like it was mold.
“Yeosang… is human…” Your gaze flitted across the floor, as if you were searching for answers in the reflective shine, “...is he not?”
“He is not.” The Captain muttered, nonchalantly, “Yeosang’s task was to enter your enclosure, and learn about you…” His eyes darted towards you, “...to learn about… humans.”
You were silent; the Captain filled your silence with a loud scoff, “don’t worry, we’ll bring him in to say goodbye.”
The floor held your emotionless stare, gluing you to the spot.
“He will see you tomorrow, human.” The strange figure exited swiftly without a second glance, and you were left alone.
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You didn’t sleep. You barely blinked. You didn’t eat the food that was thrown into your cage. Your stomach growled like an animal. Tears poked at you like needles, but you swallowed them down over, and over, and over, and over again.
When the lights eventually flickered on, and Yeosang stood there quietly with the Captain, you did not look at him. Even through the barrier, you could recognize his breathing pattern, the way he sighed.
“Y/N.” You heard his deep, warm voice ring out like a haunting siren.
Looking up, your lips parted. His hair was still as long and dark as before, but it had been parted, neatly styled and wavy. He wore a dark grey bomber jacket with a black tank top. You could see slivers of the shoulder you had found comfort and safety in. You could almost smell the scent of cashmere and jasmine that always lingered in his hair.
You let a tear drop, finally.
“What?” Your brow was pressed far down your face, your eyes filled with tears, lips quivering in frustration.
“I’ve come to take you home.”
The volume of your silence hurt his ears.
“Home?” Your voice came out like a hoarse whisper.
“Home,” Yeosang took a deep breath before continuing.
A lengthy silence followed. You felt empty, hollow. What was the point? The thought of him made you feel like crumbling. All of a sudden, the air felt brittle again. You breathed in as well as you could, but all that came out was a choked sob.
You faced the Captain, opening your mouth to speak, but he spoke first.
“I will leave the two of you alone.” And he disappeared out the door, as if he was never there.
Yeosang stared at you, lips shaking ever so slightly, but he pressed them together before opening his mouth to speak, “Y/N–”
“So what was it?” You faced the ground, confused, angry.
His voice was quiet, “what was what?”
“What do you think?” You whispered. “What happened to you wanting to make it out together? Huh?”
Yeosang’s hands were clasped together, his thumb nervously brushing across the back of his index finger, “I… am free to do what I want… now.”
“And… what?” Your lips pull into a sarcastic smile, a tear dripping down your cheek. You roughly wiped it off with the heel of your palm, “you want to follow me back? You lied to me, Yeosang. I was so scared. I was so scared, but you made me feel…” You let out another sob, turning away from him and resting your hands on the raised metal surface you had woken up on that first day. “You made me feel better. Safer.”
“I know.” His voice was like quiet silver, dripping slowly and carefully out of his throat.
“So, then what? I let an alien follow me home?” You swiveled around sharply, taking your hands off of the cool metal bed.
“I’m sorry. I meant it when I attempted to tell you they had captured me too,” He shifted from foot to foot, “because they did capture me. I’m not…” He sounded anguished, clearing his throat before continuing, “...I am a prisoner of war. They are letting me leave with you, because they will kill me if I ever return to my home planet.”
You took his words in, letting them churn around your head like cement being mixed. Yeosang gazed at you, his expression pained. His eyes wandered your body: saw the places where your shirt was hastily thrown back over your head after the night before, where dark reds and purples had begun to bloom across your neck and chest. Yeosang’s lips parted silently, and he drew in a shaky breath.
Your voice trembled slightly, “Then… What happens if you don’t follow me home? Where would you go?”
He took a deep breath, letting a soft, barely audible, crackling whimper topple out of his mouth, “I-I don’t know. But, whatever data they had me collecting… it doesn’t change anything that I said.”
You were silent again, and you squeezed your fists together, “What data did they have you collecting? What was my purpose?” You spat out the last word.
The sound of Yeosang’s lips peeling apart as he breathed in shortly echoed in your ears, “Human compassion.” He could barely look at you, opting for the ceiling above you to focus on, but as he continued, Yeosang took a deep breath, and met your gaze with intention. “They wanted to understand why your people cared for others they didn’t even know.”
You stared at him blankly, eyes glazed over and almost frozen.
“Compassion…” Yeosang trailed off, turning his back to you and walking to the blinking console, “that is a trait that our species learns. Only if they are shown it, otherwise we do not have a concept of it.”
You watched as his fingers danced across the twinkling surface, turning to look at you once more when the barrier turned a barely visible green.
“What did you do?”
“I turned it off. All you have to do is leave the room.” Yeosang’s hand glided through the air as he gestured towards the door, “If you want me with you, I will go. My heart is yours. I meant that.” You followed his gesture to the door, finally noticing the circular gap in the wall indicating the frame of the exit.
“But… if you don’t want me, th-then…” He gulped, inhaling shakily, “...then I will find what is left of my life somewhere else.”
Yeosang’s eyes were trained on the floor, but drifted upwards, meeting your pitying eyes, and swimming in them. His gaze begged you to come to him, to let his hands touch your skin again.
You stepped forward hesitantly, letting your outstretched hand push through the barrier first. When nothing happened, you fully stepped past the barrier with a nervous whimper. The stark white lights were brighter on the other side, everything was. The twinkling, blinking console shone brighter, the silver was somehow more reflective, and Yeosang’s eyes had stars in them that you had never seen before.
Without thinking, you moved closer to his nervous body, now only a foot away from the warm comfort of his body heat, the smell of his hair, the soft brush of his skin on yours. You met his eyes with reverence.
“...Let me prove it to you, angel.” Yeosang whispered, his voice choking on the last word. Your head fell an inch to the side, and you pulled your lips into a shape between agape and closed, “I would fall from the grace of my species to be with you”
Your lips quivered, and your breath had never felt weaker when you finally responded, barely a whisper, “Come with me.”
He inhaled a sharp gasp, gluing his lips together, “... Are you sure?”
You nodded, at first avoiding his stare, but Yeosang’s gaze pulled you like a magnet, and your voice wooshed around him like a gentle wind, “My fallen angel,” you whispered to him.
He held out his palm, and you took it, hesitating at first, but letting the longing in your eyes drip like molasses. Yeosang’s fingers relaxed around yours like a relieved breath.
“Let’s go.” Yeosang brought you closer to him, and you melted into his touch. “Let’s go.” You whispered, following his lead out the room. Free.
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