Omg Omg Omg Omg NAHHHHH This Was SO Good, Definitely One Of My Favorites So Far!!!!

omg omg omg omg NAHHHHH this was SO good, definitely one of my favorites so far!!!!

otherworldly

pairing: alien!jisung x fem!reader

synopsis: You’ve been dating Jisung for while but something is bothering you. Being an over thinker, you assume that you’re the problem but Jisung assures you that isn’t the case at all.

Or Jisung has alien anatomy and is worried about being intimate with you.

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This fic is explicit. Minors do not interact. The warnings are under the cut.

warnings: minors dni!!, explicit, alien!jisung, monster fucking, jisung has tentacles, tentacle sex, unprotected sex, slight bulging, lots of cum like lots of it, jisung’s cum is an aphrodisiac, i’m not a monster expert pls don’t come for me TT, it’s just pure filth, p with a lil plot

You had been through every possibility under the sun.

As an overthinker, the explanations had ultimately ended up in you deciding that maybe Jisung just didn’t like you enough to be intimate with you. 

You frowned at this.

Your seven month anniversary with him was approaching soon. Seven months and Jisung had shown his love for you everyday since the two of you had gotten together. Even your friends agreed that the poor guy was just as lovesick for you as you were for him. 

You saw it, you felt it, so why was this the only conclusion floating around your head?

“I don’t know,” your best friend mumbles next to you as you finish airing your troubles out to him.

“Maybe his dick is small and he’s embarrassed.”

You shoot a glare in his direction at that. 

“I doubt it. It’s probably just me,” you mutter before grabbing another chicken leg.

“Hey,” Changbin scolds before turning fully in your direction. 

“I’m sure whatever it is has nothing to do with you. Talk to him. You have to keep in mind that he’s an alien. He probably can’t sense that he’s doing something wrong. Humans can’t even pick up on that shit half the time.” 

Changbin had a point. 

Jisung wasn’t like the rest of you. 

When you first met, he had trouble communicating with you. Things were much different on his planet than they were on earth—that much you were certain of.  There was a chance he hadn’t noticed anything wrong. 

Maybe his kind didn’t have sex or procreate in the same way that humans did. Maybe your advances really did fly over his head.

You weren’t sure.

You had never thought about it until now, assuming that there were probably similarities between his species and yours. After all, Jisung was a pretty convincing human.

The thoughts plague your head until the next time you see your boyfriend. However, once he swings open the door, you feel all the weight that you had been carrying this past week dissipate.

With the way Jisung was looking at you, how could you ever believe for even a millisecond that he didn’t love you as much as you loved him?

Jisung pulled you into his arms, tucking his face against your neck. A soft chitter left him, something he had only within the past few months allowed himself to do in front of you. Your heart pounded at the thought of him becoming comfortable enough with you to let his alien quirks show in front of you. 

But that was it. 

The chittering was about the only thing Jisung had shown you. Other than that, you had heard him speak in his native tongue a few times with your other alien friend Minho, but that was extremely rare. 

You hadn’t brought yourself to ask him why. 

But then your best friend's words echoed in your head.

As much as you hated to admit it, Changbin was right. Jisung wouldn’t know what was bothering you if you didn’t talk about it.

An hour or so had passed after arriving at his place. When you were cuddled up with him on the couch and your focus had started to drift from the film you were watching—you finally found the courage to ask him. 

“Ji, can I ask you something?”

Jisung looked a bit startled at the question, maybe even slightly nervous but nodded nonetheless. 

You take a deep breath, trying to think of a way to phrase the subject matter lightly. Instead, all that comes out in your nervousness is, “Why won’t you have sex with me?”

Jisung sputters and you feel your cheeks heat.

Alright, maybe you could have worded the question a little less bluntly.

“W-What?”

“Do you not want to? Do you not like me like that?”

Jisung’s eyes are wide as he quickly shakes his head. 

“N-No it’s not that at all!”

“Then…why?”

You feel frustrated. Not with Jisung, but with all the what ifs plaguing your mind—that have been plaguing your mind for the past week. To your relief Jisung notices this, suddenly looking less alarmed at the question and more somber.

Almost sad.

“It has nothing to do with you baby. Believe me I want to. I just—.”

Jisung stops himself. 

“What is it Ji? You can tell me.”

Jisung’s mouth opens and then closes, his nose scrunching slightly as he tries to find the right words.

“Keeping the glamor on—it takes a lot of energy. I don’t think I could keep it up if we were to be intimate and I don’t want to scare you.”

Your heartstrings tug at how sad Jisung looks.

“Glamor?”

Jisung motions towards himself, “I don’t actually look like this.”

You blink twice at the newfound information but remain quiet so he can continue.

“Also,” he continues, but not before averting his eyes. 

“I don’t exactly have the same anatomy as humans do. I—it’s different.”

“Ji,” you whisper his name before taking his hand into yours. 

“I’m not scared of you. And I don’t care that you aren’t built the same way as humans.”

Jisung’s gaze returns to yours, a frown tugging at the corner of his lips.

“But you haven’t seen me. The real me.”

You inhale deeply before lifting a hand to his cheek. 

“Would you be comfortable showing me?”

There’s a bit of hesitation. Jisung is scared and you’ll admit his reaction does make you a bit nervous, but you love Jisung for who he is—not for what he is. 

“I—I want to show you,” he starts as he leans into your touch. 

“But?”

You can tell he’s holding something back. 

“I don’t want this to change anything between us. After this I’ll never take my glamor off again. I promise I won’t I—.”

“Jisung,” you say his name firmly but softly. 

He shuts up, his wide but fearful eyes meeting yours. 

“Have a little faith in me, okay? I love you. This won’t change anything,” you whisper.

Jisung shakes slightly with nerves beneath your touch but ends up giving you a stiff nod. 

“Yeah, okay.”

You pull him into a soft kiss, pressing one more against the cute beauty mark on his cheek—one that you can’t help but wonder if it will remain even after he transforms. 

Jisung pulls away from you slightly before standing.

“Could you maybe close your eyes?”

You nod, giving him a reassuring smile before slipping your eyes shut. 

You can’t help but to feel nervous and anxious at seeing your boyfriend in his natural form for the first time. But you don’t find yourself scared at all—rather more excited than anything and grateful that he trusts you enough to show himself to you. 

A moment passes, then two and Jisung produces a soft chitter. 

At the sound, your eyes open and a gasp leaves you. 

He’s—he’s—.

He’s beautiful. 

You’re positive there isn’t a word in existence to describe Jisung’s beauty. 

His eyes are much darker, almost black and doubling in size to where the whites of his eyes are nearly impossible to see. 

His once brunette hair is now a shade of dark blue and slightly longer than it was before. 

There were flecks of light dancing beneath his skin, like electricity was running through his veins rather than blood. You notice a few markings on his now pale blue skin. His temples and his neck along with parts of his arms that you could see bore the intricate design. You were elated to see the beauty mark you loved so much was present even in his natural form.

Your gaze moved from his elongated fingers to the two short antennas protruding from the top of his head, which slightly curled downward as Jisung grew visibly nervous under your stare.

His beauty was so—otherworldly, literally.

You had never seen a more ethereal being in your life. 

You wanted to tell Jisung, but the words seemed to be lodged in your throat. 

“It’s weird right,” Jisung whispered.

Your eyes met his then, noticing the slight worry in his obsidian gaze. 

“No.”

Jisung seemed surprised at that, his forehead creasing slightly. 

“Ji you’re—I mean look at you! You’re beautiful,” you say breathlessly.

“I—really?”

You see bits of that sparkle again, this time fluttering amongst the tops of his cheeks. 

“Are you blushing?”

Jisung gapes at that before turning himself slightly away from you out of embarrassment.

“No I’m sorry—hey it’s okay,” you say as you stand, taking his hands into your own. 

“You really don’t mind? You aren’t freaked out?”

You shake your head, stepping into his space before looping your arms around his neck. Jisung tenses slightly but then relaxes as your fingers begin to play with the hairs at the end of his neck.

“You’re beautiful Ji.”

Another wave of electricity flows beneath his skin.

You don’t allow him to say anything, instead opting to press your lips against his. 

Jisung sighs against your lips as he pulls you closer and deepens the kiss. Heat spreads throughout your body when Jisung presses against you, his grip against your waist the only thing grounding you. 

When you slip your tongue between his lips Jisung is suddenly reeling back, so fast and sudden as if he’s been burned. 

“Jisu—.”

“Wait,” Jisung pants. 

“My—what we talked about before,” he says, barely above a whisper.

Your eyes widen in realization before you feel your own cheeks heating.

“We don’t have to talk about that today if you don’t want to.”

Jisung shakes his head, “It’s just. In this form everything is different. My tongue—it’s not the way it was before.”

Your brows furrow slightly, “What do you mean?”

Jisung takes a deep breath before opening his mouth and you’re taken aback by the sight.

Jisung’s tongue is a deep purple. You watch as it elongates and curls slightly past his chin. It ends about midway down his neck before it forks at the tip. 

It’s then that you notice Jisung has fangs as well.

At your silence, Jisung pulls his tongue back into his mouth looking dejected. 

“Y/n,” he starts slowly, “If this freaks you out I—I can’t show you the rest of me.”

You quickly shake yourself out of the haze the sight of his tongue had created in your head.

“No it’s not that I’m just—in awe I guess.”

Jisung pouts a little and your chest clenches. 

“Baby this is new for the both of us. I’m getting to see you for the first time. It’s not freaking me out, you're just—extraordinary.”

Your comment seems to ease Jisung’s previous worries as he steps closer to you. 

“Really?” 

“Really Ji. You’re different, yes, but I know you wouldn’t hurt me. So I have nothing to be freaked out about,” you whisper as you reach up to brush a strand of long blue hair that had fallen into his eyes. 

Jisung shudders under your touch, releasing a loud chitter—almost akin to a purr.

“Never,” he whispers.

With that you lean in to press a lingering kiss against his bottom lip. 

“Will you allow me to see the rest of you?”

Jisung nods, almost eagerly, before pressing his lips to yours once more. 

A giggle slips from you at his urgency but it’s soon replaced by a gasp when you feel his tongue prod at your lips. You open them slightly, allowing the wet appendage to lick into your mouth. It feels strange but not much different than the way his tongue usually feels. The way the forked tongue caresses yours has your knees weakening—forcing Jisung to keep you steady on your feet.

When you pull away his eyes are wide, ragged breaths slipping from him that match your own. 

“Bed—,” you don’t even get the words out before he’s lifting you. 

You yelp at the movement, still not used to his unnatural strength.

Jisung brings you to his room and lays you on the bed before crawling over you. His lips continue their attack on yours before trailing his kisses from your lips to your jaw and then down your neck. 

When Jisung nips at your neck, you whimper slightly at the pinch of his fang against your skin.

“Sorry,” Jisung mutters shyly.

You shake your head before tangling your fingers in his hair and pulling him back to your neck. 

“More.”

Jisung complies, his lips attaching themself to your skin once more. You writhe beneath him as he marks your skin. A part of you hopes the marks turn a pretty purple like Jisung’s tongue.

When Jisung is satisfied he pulls back with a soft click. 

You smile before taking his face into your hands.

“It’s cute when you do that, you know?”

Jisung looks confused. 

“The noises you make when you’re happy.”

Jisung flushes at that. You let your thumb trace the tiny sparkles beneath his skin.

“I can’t believe you’re real,” you whisper. 

The emotion in your voice seems to affect Jisung as well, his features displaying nothing but the fondness and love he has for you. 

“I love you.”

It’s not the first time he’s said those three words to you, but it feels like it. 

“I love you Ji.”

With that, your lover kisses you again—much softer than your previous make out session. Your hands find their way from his cheeks to the hem of his shirt. 

When your fingertips brush against the soft skin of his stomach, Jisung pulls back slightly—disconnecting your lips. 

“Are you sure,” he whispers, giving you a chance to back out.

“I want this,” you assure him, feeling like you could cry, “I want you—all of you.”

Jisung nods before lifting off of his forearms to sit back—straddling your hips. 

He pulls his shirt over his head, exposing himself for the first time in front of you. You gasp at the sight of him, the way the glowing patterns on his neck connect to the ones on his chest. You can’t help but to gawk at how built your lover is, tracing the dips and curves of his chest and abdomen with your finger tips. 

You reach for his basketball shorts but Jisung stops you. 

“There's something I have to show you before you see—well,” Jisung is nervous again. 

You sit up, hands running comfortingly over Jisung’s pale blue thighs as you press a gentle kiss to his jaw, “Show me.”

Jisung seems more nervous than he had been previously and you can’t help but to wonder why.

Then that’s when you see it. 

A dark purple, almost black, slimy appendage creeps over his left shoulder. A movement to your right draws your attention—another one. They slip over your lover's shoulders, one dropping to lay across Jisung’s chest while the other reaches out towards you. You flinch slightly at the foreign feeling against your heated skin but soon relax in Jisung’s hold.

“They’re a little cold.”

Jisung releases a breath you didn’t realize he had been holding. 

“Can I—can I release them all?”

You nod as your fingers reach out to the one against his chest. It leans into your touch much like Jisung does.

They’re cute.

Two more join the two of you, this time coming from around his sides. 

“Wow,” you whisper in awe as you watch the tentacles move. 

“Wait a minute,” you say suddenly and both Jisung and his tentacles still.

“Is this why Minho asked me if I was into tentacles.”

You knew from the state of his cheeks that you were correct. 

“That sly sly man,” you huff, but there’s no mirth behind it. 

Jisung looks slightly embarrassed.

“So if you knew this turned me on, why were you so worried?”

Jisung released his bottom lip before speaking, “It’s one thing when it’s a fantasy. It’s another when it’s real.”

You hummed as your eyes focused back on the tentacles, absolutely fascinated.

“How many do you have? Is this all of them?”

Jisung shook his head, his eyes not meeting yours this time. 

“Then where…,” your question trails off. 

Jisung clears his throat before taking you by your shoulders and laying you back on the bed.

“I want to make love to you,” he whispers as his eyes trail from your lips to your eyes. 

You feel the way his tentacles drag against your skin—suddenly forgetting about your unanswered question as you nod eagerly.

“Please.”

That’s all it takes for Jisung to kiss you again, hands and tentacles everywhere. 

Jisung removes your shirt with help from one of the appendages. Once you are exposed Jisung’s mouth finds one of your nipples while a slimy tentacle finds the other.

“Fuck,” you whine as you arch into both of them. 

Jisung sucks in tandem with the tentacle, bringing you to the edge of bliss.

“Jisung,” you whimper his name as he rolls your bud between his teeth. 

Heat pools in your core at the sensation, causing you to buck your hips up against his. Jisung’s eyes don’t leave yours for one second. He observes the way your face contorts at the pleasure he’s giving you. 

You nearly cry when Jisung’s warm mouth leaves you.

“Let me taste you,” Jisung practically begs, a soft whine leaving his throat as he presses his face against your stomach, nuzzling slightly into it.

It’s only at the mention of him tasting you that you notice how sticky your thighs had become. 

“Fuck Ji—please just do something.”

Jisung slides down your front at the plea. He doesn’t waste any time removing your shorts along with your underwear. The skin of Jisung’s palms is hot against yours where he parts your legs.

A low vibration leaves him—a sound you haven’t heard before, but one that leaves your body tingling nonetheless. 

“You’re so wet.”

The observation comes out in disbelief. You’ll admit that the wetness between your thighs is a first. You’ve never been so ready and aching for someone in your life. 

“Ji—tongue please.”

Somehow his dark gaze turns even darker, his lids are heavy as his focus zeros in on your center. Two of his tentacles have taken the place of his hands; holding your legs spread open for him. 

The feeling makes you clench around nothing.

Jisung mumbles to himself—something in his own language that you’ve heard him utter once or twice before. 

You watch as his forked tongue drags across his lips before he inches closer. Your body tenses in anticipation at the feeling of his breath ghosting against your core.

Then, after what feels like ages, Jisung finally tastes you. 

The sound you let out is obscene. You feel your lover everywhere all at once; his hands gripping your waist as he devours you, two of his slimy tentacles restraining your legs, the third now wraps across your chest, it’s suckers continuing to abuse your nipples and the fourth you feel against your neck—slowly creeping up the side of your jaw.

Jisung’s tongue is like no other, making you see the stars—hell the entire galaxy.

He focuses on your throbbing clit at first, his forked tongue doing wonders before gently lapping at your lips and collecting your essence with every swipe.

Then you feel his fingers spread you wider before licking deep into you. 

You feel too far gone already.

Your mind trails back to earlier—to the length of his tongue. You wonder how far it could go? How deep could it reach within you?

The sounds Jisung makes as he eats you out only makes you wetter. It’s absolutely obscene. If it wasn’t for the wet sounds coming from between your thighs, it’s the way he grunts against your heat. As if bringing you pleasure in turn brought him pleasure. 

It isn’t long before you feel the tip of his tongue against the soft spot inside you.

“Fuck,” you cry out as your fingers find purchase in soft strands of blue hair.

Jisung physically shudders against your pussy when your fingers accidentally brush his antennas. 

Sensitive. Good to know.

When your head lolls to the side, your lips meet the tip of Jisung’s tentacle. Without thinking your mouth falls slack, just enough for the appendage to slither its way in.

A muffled moan leaves you and Jisung at the action. You can feel yourself getting closer and closer—

With a muffled cry you find your release, accidentally biting down on the appendage in your mouth, causing it to withdraw from your lips. You want to chase after it, missing the weight of it on your tongue but you feel too weak. 

Too fucked out to even think.

Jisung carefully removes himself from your core—face now shining with your essence. 

Your cheeks heat at the sight.

“Was that okay?”

You huff out a laugh at the unexpected question.

Jisung, who was currently sporting the remains of a very intense orgasm on his face, was asking if it was okay—if he was okay.

“Are you kidding? That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had in my life.”

Jisung looks more confident at the words and your heart swells. 

“Come here,” you reach out towards him, making small grabbing motions with your hands.

Jisung complies, making his way back into your arms—but not before wiping his face against his abandoned shirt.

You taste yourself on his lips when they finally meet. 

The kiss isn’t gentle by any means and both of your hands are everywhere, wanting to touch every inch of the other. Your hands make their way to the front of Jisung’s shorts—elated to touch him only to end up slightly confused. 

Where you’d assume Jisung’s dick to be there was—well, nothing? 

Jisung still shuddered as your palm grazed over a particular spot—mouth falling open in a silent moan.

The more you rubbed the more you started to feel a soft lump—or two?

“Ji where's your dick?”

Jisung huffs out something between a laugh and a moan before raising up. 

“It’s there it’s just—we’ll you’ll see.”

Jisung removes his shorts and underwear in one go. He looks at you and then back down at himself.

“Is it,” you start as you prop yourself up on your forearms.

“It’s inside.”

Jisung’s anatomy wasn’t at all what you had expected.

There, laying just a little ways below his pelvis, was a soft purple slit. It pulsed slightly, a slick, iridescent liquid coating it. 

Your mouth watered slightly at the sight. You would have pushed him to the bed and licked it up but something stopped you—a movement from inside the slit. 

Two small tentacles slivered out of it—looking almost identical to the bigger ones protruding from Jisung’s back. 

“You asked where the rest of them were,” Jisung voices, “I have seven in total.”

“Seven? You mean…”

Jisung nods, gulping nervously. 

A gasp catches in your throat as the seventh and final tentacle emerges. Although this one is shaped differently—much different.

It has ridges and is thicker than the others but shorter in length. The girth of it makes you gulp.

It looks more like a dick than you would have thought. It’s a pretty blue shade just like his skin but gradually becomes purple towards the head.

It’s monstrous and it has both your gut and pussy clenching with excitement.

You recall Changbin’s words, thinking he would eat them if he were to know the truth. 

Jisung wasn’t small, not in the slightest. 

You watch as that same pearly substance from before pool at the tip before dripping off and onto your stomach.

You reach out to scoop it up and bring it to your lips but Jisung stops you, a slight panic in his eyes. 

“Don’t—it’s an aphrodisiac. It’s much more potent when consumed orally.”

Your eyes widen. 

“Will it—how does it—,” you flush when you can’t find the proper words. 

Jisung smiles but it’s more of a smirk. 

You’re relieved that he’s feeling much more comfortable now. 

“It’s for mating—to help the process be more bearable.”

“Mating?”

Jisung hums before leaning down and pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

“I’ll tell you more about it later. But right now I really need to be in you.”

You nod hurriedly before grabbing the back of his head and bringing his lips to yours in a rushed but soft kiss.

“Please Ji.”

Jisung’s features grow slightly dark, sending a wave of excitement through your body. 

“So good,” he growls and you shiver, “Begging for me like this. You’re so fucking cute.” 

Your thighs press together at that. 

This side of Jisung was new, but definitely not unwelcomed.

“Don’t worry pretty,” he presses one final kiss to your lips. 

“I’ll give you what you want—what you’ve been fantasizing about.”

“What I’ve been fantasizing about.”

That’s when you feel it, one of the smaller tentacles snaking between your legs. Your body tenses at the foreign feeling despite your excitement.

“Relax baby—gotta prep you first.”

You listen to him, letting your legs fall open once more. The tentacle is cold against your heated core but it feels so good.

Its movements aren’t rushed by any means, taking its time rubbing between your lips, circling your clit—building up the intense heat inside you with its teasing touches before it finally prods at your entrance. 

You moan as you watch it disappear between your legs.

It’s slightly thicker than Jisung’s tongue but it doesn’t reach as far. 

You’re practically panting when you notice the other smaller tentacle wrap itself around Jisung before giving a firm tug and then another. 

Jisung shudders at the movement. 

You’ve never seen anything hotter in your life—watching as it moves up and down him, the tip of the tentacle teasing his weeping and sensitive head. 

When you shift your gaze you find Jisung’s already on you. The intensity of his stare has you clenching around the tentacle buried deep within you. 

Your head falls back against the pillow, fingers reaching out to grip at anything you can as your back arches in indescribable pleasure.

That’s when you feel Jisung’s fingers between yours. The action has your heart fluttering. Even in the midst of the filthiest sex fantasy you’ve ever had being brought to life—Jisung is still so gentle and loving with you. 

“Can I add the other?”

You think you nod because in the next second you feel the other tentacle that had been wrapped around Jisung push into you. The feeling of them gliding next to each other inside you had you leaking so much. 

You were certain Jisung’s sheets were doomed.

A tingling sensation begins at your entrance and a slight unfamiliar heat spreads inside of you as the tentacles continue to penetrate you. 

“Ji,” you find your voice—almost embarrassed at how breathy and fucked out you sound.

“Yeah?”

“What’s—why does it feel—.”

You can’t finish. You’ve never felt so good in your life. The warmth inside you feels so—you can’t explain it.

“That’s the aphrodisiac. Does it feel good baby?”

You whine as the tentacles continue to stretch you, “Amazing. M’feels so good.”

Your body tenses on the brink of another orgasm, but this time it’s taken away from you.

A sting pricks at your eyes as Jisung retracts the tentacles. He shushes you as he positions his forearms next to your head once more, hovering over you. 

“Want you to come around me this time,” he groans before lining himself up with you. 

Jisung distracts you with his lips as his tip prods your entrance. 

A choked gasp leaves you at the feeling.

“Shhh baby—relax for me. Good girl.”

The praises make your brain fuzzy as his girth inches further inside you. 

Jisung is careful with his thrusts, pushing in a few inches before pulling out and repeating the motion. 

You’ve never felt so full in your life. 

Your lover doesn’t look any better. His eyes are squeezed shut—harsh pants leaving him as he presses inside you. 

“Baby?”

Jisung’s eyes open at the pet name, his black eyes meeting yours.

“S-So tight. Fuck you feel so good Y/n.”

“You too. So good—so big. Fuck I can feel you here,” you whimper as a weak hand comes to rest against your tummy. 

Jisung’s head hangs as a long moan leaves him, his hand coming to rest right next to yours. 

“Fuck,” he grunts, hips slowing their pace slightly, “I’m not hurting you am I?”

You shake your head, eyes heavy as Jisung continues to thrust inside you. 

“No—feels so fucking good. So full, so—.”

Your words trail off as your eyes roll into the back of your head.

You felt so fucking consumed by him. 

Jisung whimpers when you clench around him. Every now and again you find yourself giving it a squeeze, bringing him closer and closer to his release. 

“I’m close,” you call out as Jisung continues to hit right where you need him with every thrust. 

Jisung nods, muttering a soft,‘me too,’  before hiking one of your thighs over his forearm and changing the angle—fucking deeper into you. 

The room is filled with moans, whimpers and grunts as the two of you chase your highs together. 

One thing was certain, Jisung had ruined you in every way possible. 

“Fucking made for me,” he groans as his eyes focus in on where he disappears inside of you. 

“Taking me so well. Made just for me, mine—all mine.”

‘Yours,’ you wanted to say but all that left your mouth were obscene moans. 

You loved him. Fuck you love him so much. 

A continuous string of whimpers and pleas fall from your lips and Jisung obeys every single one. 

This felt right. He felt right. You had never felt more complete than in this moment. 

Jisung’s cock continues to abuse your hole, pulsing deep inside you with every thrust. 

Oh god how quickly you had become addicted to the delicious drag of his monstrous cock. 

Your arms wrap around his as he changes positions, allowing your thighs to slip around his waist as he presses his front to yours. His thrusts aren’t as fast, rather slow and deep. 

But it allows for you to feel him, every ridge and dip of his cock as he continues to fuck you.

“H-How do you say it Ji,” you whimper, arms clinging onto his shoulders.

“S-Say what?”

Your eyes meet his and you become overwhelmed.

“I love you Ji. How do you—how do you say it in your language.”

Your heart clenches you can see the glittery tears begin to pool in his eyes.

Jisung’s lips fall open and he speaks. The words are unfamiliar to you but you repeat them back to him as best as you can. 

The look on Jisung’s face tells you all you need to know. He echoes the words back at you before leaning down for a soft but passionate kiss.

“Got so lucky,” he whispers against your neck—hips never faltering in their movements to bring you to ecstasy.

“I-I think I’m the lucky one.”

Jisung’s hips begin to falter and you can feel he’s close.

“I’m gonna come. Fuck I need to pull out baby.”

Your legs wrap tighter around him—violently shaking your head. 

“Please Ji—want it.”

Jisung shakes his head, “It’s a lot. There might be too much.”

You refuse, profusely begging for him to give it to you. 

“Fuck, how can I resist you.”

Your lips meet, hotly panting against one another and Jisung fucks into you once—twice—and it’s when your hands brush against his antennas once again that he comes, long and hard. 

The feeling of him releasing deep within you prompts your orgasm. You’re shaking with your high, breathing heavily as Jisung fills you to the brim. You whimper at the feeling of your stomach expanding slightly with his load. It’s when you both feel it start to come out that Jisung pulls out of you—but not without a whine leaving the two of you. 

He’s still coming in thick spurts even then and you almost come again at the sight. 

After a few moments, once you both are covered in the glittery substance, he finally collapses on top of you. 

The two of you lie together, breathing harsh as you both try to grasp what just happened.

Jisung shifts his weight off of you and falls to your side.

Before you can complain, he’s pulling you against him and nuzzling his face into your neck. 

Jisung chitters happily and you feel content.

The two of you lay in silence for a while, Jisung chittering happily as you press soft kisses against his forehead, nose, lips—anywhere you can reach. He traces the marks on your skin with his fingers—both those he had produced and the suction marks from his tentacles. Those which had wrapped tightly around you, keeping you secured and safe against your lover.

A little while later Jisung reluctantly pulls himself away from you, retracting his tentacles to your disappointment and wandering off to the bathroom in search of something to clean the both of you. 

Jisung is gentle during the cleanup, wiping your sensitive areas carefully and pressing gentle kisses to your skin—whispering about how good you were for him and how lucky he was to have you. 

You could only watch him with a sleepy smile, still feeling the after affects of your intense love making session. 

Afterwards, Jisung dresses you both before crawling back into bed with you and snuggling up to you once more. 

You play with Jisung’s hair, giggling when his antennas brush against your jaw.

As you take in your lover's alien features, a thought crosses your mind.

“Hey Ji,” you whisper softly, careful not to be too loud in case the man has already fallen asleep on your chest.

Jisung lets out a low hum, it’s sleepy but indicates that he’s still awake. 

“The glamor—,” you start and Jisung's body instantly tenses.

He sits up suddenly, eyes finding yours—instantly wide awake at the mention of his camouflage.

“What about it?”

The question comes out nervously, causing you to frown.

“I just wanted to know if it’s difficult to keep it on?”

Jisung deflates, looking like a kicked puppy.

“I’ll put it back on,” he says quietly before trying to shift out of your hold.

“No Ji,” you quickly stop him. 

“That’s not what I meant baby. I don’t want you to put it back on.”

Jisung looks confused as he meets your gaze, “You don’t?”

He seems surprised and that makes you sad. 

“No it’s just—you said earlier that it takes a lot of energy to keep it on?”

Jisung nods in confirmation. 

“Then promise me when we’re together that you’ll take it off. I want you to be comfortable around me.”

Jisung’s eyes light up.

“You really mean that? It doesn’t bother you?” 

You huff out a laugh in disbelief, “If it bothered me would I have let you fuck me just now?” 

Jisung’s eyes widen, his cheeks lighting up in a pretty blush.

Cute.

“N-No, I don’t suppose you would have.”

You snort at that.

“You’re a dork you know that?”

“Your dork,” he echoes back.

You hum at that before pulling your lover into a soft kiss.

Your dork, your alien, your person.

Your everything.

That’s it!! Thank you all for reading. Thinking about turning this into a mini series but let me know what you think on @linosnoot or in the comments!

Special thanks to all of the authors of the monster fics I’ve read for inspiring me to write this! 🤍

Please remember to reblog and leave a comment if you like this so that others can enjoy it as well! Even two words would be enough to make my day <3! Enjoy!

GOD FR I ABSOLUTELY L O V E THIS SONG SFM.

WAHHHH THIS IS SO GOOD GOD DAMN

UGHDHDDHDH YESSS FOR ME IT'S THE MESSY KINDA CURLY LONG HAIR OH MY GODDD i need to run my fingers through it and pull on it.

OKAY SO IM JOINING IN THE GOTH HANNIE PARTY!!!

Odd paint job right? WRONG!

Imagine painting your nails with bf Hannie.

"Annnnnd Done!" He exclaimed

"Baby, you missed two nails"

"No I didnt"

"Yes you did!"

"Is it missing if it's on purpose?"

"Why would you do it on purpo---OH!!!!"

GOTH HANNIE PARTY!!!! 🥳🥳🥳

"How did you- what- why-?"

"What? You expect me to be knuckle deep inside of you with toxic chemicals?" Jisung laughs at your spluttering, waving his hand in order for the paint to dry faster, "I know you love me, Doll, but I love that pussy too much to mess it up - with nail polish, I mean."

You roll your eyes, a rush of heat washing over you and a bemused smile tugging at your lips, "You're lucky you're cute, you know that?"

omg i am HERE for the wonho as ken agenda!!!

WONHO AS KEN FROM BARBIE (2023)

loml frrr :((

just when i thought he couldn't get any cuter?? for @yongbonk 💙

nuh uh, there was no reason for this to be so amazing!!!! oh my fucking god, one of the best monster!skz fics i’ve ever read!!

Sing for me {K.S.M}

Mute Siren! Seungmin x Hard of Hearing! Reader

Every year you force yourself to visit the lake, a few weeks away from the loud, screetching city. You remember the way the water glimmer under the moonlight, the way you always wokeup to gifts on the rocks along the shore. You always wondered who or what left them, until you saw him. Eyes brighter than obsidian stone and scales flittering with hues of blue and purple.

WARNINGS: pet names, reader is female presenting, fear of dark waters, implied cannibalism(jokingly) mutual masturbation, monster fucking if you squint?

AUTHORS NOTES: use of sign language will be Bolded, as a person who is hard of hearing, this fic holds a special place to me, so please be kind. Also HUGE HUGE thank you to @sweetracha for aiding me in in writing the smut for this fic. I have a lot going on IRL and hit a slumo but i know how much you guys wanted this so, we tried! Be kind! Fighting!

May 16, 2023

On the first official day of your vacation, the drive to the lake house fuzzes your brain with nostalgia. Memories of warm summer air and early 2000s music flood you with a warmth only this place could. Upon the few miles left, the asphalt turned to gravel and stone, the car shaking over every bump. Your eyes light up at the sight of the house, just as cozy as you remembered.

Once things were unpacked, you changed into your bathing suit and rushed to the lake. Eyes gleamed as the sun slowly set, casting the most beautiful gold hour glow across the water. you lay on the dock, feet dangling into the water, the smell of moss and dandelions filling your senses. Everything seemed perfect, but you couldn't help the memories return to you. Blue and purple scales fill the void behind your eyes, hands subconsciously removing your hearing aid, and the muffled silence fills you

As soon as he heard the loud, obnoxious car beating against the stones he knew. The way his heart picked up, caused a strange sense of familiarity to fill him. The human, his human. The one he grew with, ever since he was a pup, he was fond of you. How you learned to walk, swim, the strange shrilling sound you made when you smiled. How different you grew compared to him. Humans were so odd, so curious. But the strangest thing he found, burned into his brain was how your cheeks became so red when he left you gifts. Moss and cat-tailed crowns, the small twined shinies he made a necklace out of for you. He loved it, how the shrilling noise turned to a soft hum when your face got red.

He saw you, the newer you. Pretty, oh how you were so pretty! So simple and soft, no need for glimmering or chirping. His eyes were barely visible over the water, obsidian orbs observing you as he swam closer, but never past the logs by the bank. What did you take out of your ear? Humans are...detachable? He could hear it, the hum of whatever it was. What was it? He had to know, maybe it was broken? He could fix it! Anything for his human.

Slowly he slinked through the water, eyes between your frame and that small, annoying humming thing. What was it??? He was scared and anxious, he's never been so close to you before, and you smelled...different. Seungmin pouted, brows furrowed as he carefully reached for the object ringing in his ears. But you stirred, causing the poor boy to panic and hide. The splashing water woke you so abruptly but you saw him, his tail glimmering under the now inky black water.

So, he is real?

You had been sorting through these boxes for hours, the dry stuffy heat making you sweat. You know there in here! You remember every small trinket it made you..he made you. Finally finding them, tucked away inside the small backpack you used as a child. Each piece brought back warm memories, he was real. You gather a few of them in your hands, rushing from the cabin back onto the lake's shore. You didn't know how you were gonna bring him closer but you were determined to see him, really see him this time.

The sun beat down against you as you carefully walked into the water. Your eyes scanned the water's horizon, searching, silently pleading. But soon, across the lake you caught a glimpse of his head, the smile on your face couldn't be contained. Holding up the small pile of trinkets, almost as a peace offering.

Seungmin saw you, his head tilted to the left..then the right. What were you doing? Did you no longer need help in the water? Or was the sun making you less scared? You always cried when your friends tried to make you swim at night, but he never let anything hurt you, nothing in these waters could. He made sure of it, his eyes caught onto the trinkets, HIS trinkets. Were you returning them..? Did you no longer love them? No more red cheeks and hums? He waited, before hearing you call to him "I see you! Please...come closer! I won't hurt you!"

Closer? Do you...want him closer? Slowly Seungmin swam towards you, why was he nervous? Why did his chest feel so heavy, like he'd sink if he stopped moving closer. He found himself behind the log, peering at you; with furrowed brows and pink hues across his cheeks. He looked ethereal, majestic and so apprehensive. Clawed, webbed hands held onto the piece of soaked wood, his head cocked to one side.

Slowly you approached him, holding out the necklace he made you "It's okay...im- I remember you.." you smiled at him, hoping to translate the comfort you felt onto him. Seungmin hummed, a low chirping noise. Cute, oh he was so cute "Do you..understand me?" you should have asked that sooner but with how quickly he nodded, the bubbling feeling of excitement roared through you "Perfect! Im Y/n..do you...have a name?" you hoped there would be a way for you both to communicate, maybe he spoke? Maybe he could read and write? The possibilities were endless until you saw him open and close his mouth a few times, only small chirped whimpers followed. A clawed finger pointed to his neck, with a low head shake. He couldn't speak? Excitement soared through you, just ever so slightly. "do you remember seeing this?" your hands moved slowly, watching a golden glimmer rush over his eyes, he lunged towards you, nodding with so much excitement. So he had been around the entire time..your whole life...

Seungmin watched your hands move, getting the confidence to pull himself up onto the log, iridescent tail swaying in the water him. He was beautiful, milky skin blended into the deep black scales on his waist. His hands webbed and clawed though they looked so delicate, the same black and purple-hued scales showed across his chest and cheeks. Your eyes flowed him, every curve and dip of his entire being entranced you. "Seungmin" he tried to mimic you, though each letter was a little muffled from the shape of his hand "Seungmin? That's your name? It's pretty!"

You talked until the sun began to say its final goodbyes, as the hours passed you and Seungmin got closer, memories spoken, smiles shared. The siren got to see your rosy cheeks and soft hums up close, his eyes never leaving you as you spoke to him. But all good things must come to an end, the slowly built anxiety came to you as light from the water disappeared, though you wouldn't let it stop you from learning more "so...you eating fish, isn't that like..cannibalism?" the shrilling noise followed your question, making Seungmin smile with you, his own chirps cascading in the silence of the lake "no, well..yes? I only eat catfish and sunfish tho" seungmin was slow to sign back but you loved it, watching how his hands moved. Seungmin knew what was to follow in the comfortable silence, taking a risk with his next question "can i take you swimming?"

It caught you off guard enough that your eyes widened before sighing, causing the siren to mock the sound. Offering his hand to you "please?" how could you say no? His hand was cold and silky, letting him guide you deeper into the water. Seungmin was stronger than he looked, holding you close to his chest, his arm wrapped around your waist. You hoped he couldn't see the blush on your skin "seungmin?" you broke the silence, wrapping your arms around his neck as you floated with him. The siren stared at you, then at how close you were to him, the faintest hint of pink dusted his scaled cheekbones. "please dont let go.." the siren shook his head, pulling you closer, his obsidian orbs looked between your eyes then your lips then back again. It's like your body reacted on its own, soon your lips connected, one hand finding the hair on the nape of his neck while the other roamed down his chest.

The soft chirping noise erupted from his throat, webbed hands moved from your waist to your bottom, carefully wrapping your legs around his hips. When you pulled away seungmin huffed and whined, it was cute. He looked at you with a pleading look, tapping your thighs to signal for you to lock your legs. With his now free hand, seungmin spoke "more..? More..please..please?" you nodded, capturing his lips once again, this time with more vigor, your body reacting on its own, grinding against him. But you felt something begin to grow against you, it was cold, almost freezing against your burning clothed core. You broke the kiss, much to Seungmin's displeasure, there was a small slit where his pelvic area was, a small, iridescent appendage was slowly slipping through the slits folds. Glowing in shades of blue and purple, you couldn't look away, slowly moving your hand down the siren's chest, hia breath hitched the closer you got. "is this your...?" the question came out closer to a whisper but the siren heard you, his free hand taking yours, letting it rest against the nub "n-no...its not.." you hummed in response, gently stroking the glowing nub. The siren gripped your hips, a sharp shrilling noise broke through his throat, his face buried into your neck. you kept stroking him before slowly pulling your bathing suit bottoms to the side, you wanted to feel him, even if it wasn't the most ideal shape. You slowly ground your core against him, his claws sunk into the fatty flesh of your ass, making only what you would assume as blissful erotic noises. The feeling was euphoric, cold and slick even under the water, you kept your pace, whimpering softy against him before leaving gentle love bites along his neck. Each roll of your hips brought more of the siren to you. Soon you felt a soft prodding against you, pulling away just enough to see between you, you saw it. Long, glowing apendage slithering out from inside the same slit the nub came from. It looked so smooth, almost tongue shaped with a small budging knot at its base. Seungmin became shy under your heated gaze, chriling to bring youtlr attention back to him. "i-is that..." under any other circumstance you werw confident, but seeing him, his cock in all itw glory made your head spin. The siren nodded, taking his lip between his teeth, he bucked his hips up towards your cunt , whining. He looked so pretty, gemstone eyes blown out with need and flushed cheeks, so soft...so pliant.

Without any hesitation you tugged on the ties to yout bottoms, taking them off fully before looking the siren in his eyes "want it....want you...please..." you pulled him closer, rolling your hips against him to emphasize your words. Seungmin didnt need to be tokd twice, wrapping his arms securely around your waist the siren eased into you. His whole body shuttered at the feeling if your warm walls wrapping around him, his mouth agape to match yours. The noises that followed while seungmin begane thrusting into you almost sounded like whimpers. Each thrust and roll of his hips sent what felt like white fire to your core, the duel stimulation from the iridescent nub rubbing your clit and the way his cock stretched you full made you light headed.

Seungmin began to get lost in the feeling, you could tell by his eyes., now deep like the ocean he once came from. You weren't much better either, you've never experienced a love this sweet before.

A webbed hand came behind your wet locks and pulled you in closer. He needed to feel all of you. The siren whined and whimpered as you felt a pull on your top, he was asking for it off.

You followed his silent pleas and removed the last article of clothing separating you two. Now he cradled your bare chests together as he nestled your head in his neck. It felt so nautral, so bare, so primal, so right.

His thrust became deeper, reaching inside you to what felt like strokes against your heart. You could feel him, every inch of silky porcelain skin against yours, you matched each if his thrust with a roll of your hips. The coil in your gut told you how soon release was coming, like a hive mind both yours and the sirens handa came in between you, the intimacy setting fire to your skin. Your hand rubbed and stroked the nug which only swelled with each touch, causing a shrieking like whimper to escape seungmins throat. His own webbed hand reaching down to rub your clit, careful of his nails. The slow, firm circles he rubbed against you caused you to grind against him harder, your own moans echoed against the sound of rolling waters.

It was like a tsunami hit you both, seungmin pulling you closer as you both hit release, there was a unfamiliar coolness pooling inside you. You pulled the siren intona deep kiss, all teeth and tongue as he chirped, his body stilling. He looked at you, with the softest puppy eyes before gliding though the water to bring you back to the log, his grip never lessened until your body touched land.

There was a confortable silence around you, placing small kisses to his cheeks, nose and lips before he finally broke it "stay...?" the question stung, you wanted to, deeply you did. But the reality facing how large of a move it woild be grounded you. "i..i cant stay forever..." your eyes stung with the beginning of tears, but before they could fall seungmin kissed you, resting his forhead to yours. "stay...for a while..?" your head shookba solid yes, pulling away to let him slip out of you, the giggle that flowed made the siren blush. Oh how he loved that noise, a sweet melody better than any sing his kind could sing. "yeah...stay for a while..."