Author’s Notes: It’s late at night, I’m sleep deprived, and I wanted to write some Space Fae fluff. Yes, there’s LGBT aliens in this. Sorry if it’s a little…meh, but I needed to write some sci-fi lesbians.
You could best describe me as an “exchange student.” Terra had always been a fascinating place for me, even as a young one. But, it was, even by the Terrans’ own accounts, a DeathWorld. A living crucible, that forged only the strongest and most adaptable beings into existence.
When I had told my parents that I wanted to go and live/study there, it was a bit of an uphill battle. I explained that I would be careful, that I would message them often, everything a parent wants to hear, but they just wouldn’t have it. Then I learned of a Federation sponsored program dedicated to studying Terra. I secretly applied to be one of the landing team behind my parents’ backs, then slipped away in the night.
Fast forward 3 Terran years, and I was living my dream of studying a DeathWorld. Everything was going right: I had a job as a “Journalist” reporting events to the humans, I had a living space, an identity that allowed me to blend in, and I was even pursuing further education on the side at the local “community college,” (a center of higher learning).
Yet for everything that was going right, there was still one major problem: Eva Hans.
Summary: MC has exciting news to tell Zen and the other RFA members. That is until the MC gets a shock from Zen. MC finds comfort in a close friend, Jumin Han.
Rating: M (language and adult themes)
Tags: Mystic Messenger, Jumin x MC, Zen x MC
Authors Note: Thank You for waiting! I have been struggling with balancing school and sleep and being a healthy young adult. Not only that I just needed to take a step back to become inspired to see where the next chapters are going. Don’t worry I have already written the next chapter and are currently editing that so it wont be 3 weeks of you guys waiting patiently for another chapter. I appreciate you guys so much and hope you keep reading the next chapters I have in store are going to be good.\ This chapter was such a fight meh sorry it sucks I might re-write this later on…
I could not think of a way to connect the story in the direction in which I wanted it to go.
I will be better at posting chapters I just need to somehow move on from this train wreck of a chapter before i get into fluffiness.
Grammar is not my strongest application so please do not rip me a new one. I’m desperately just trying to get this done before exhaustion hits.
“What about your new assistant she
isn’t the same plain one you had earlier. Her file from HR is very vague on her
job qualifications and experience level.”
“My assistant Ms. Kang is on vacation.
MC is my new assistant to fill in her place. I thought hiring a new assistant
will allow me flexibility for my hard working staff.” Jumin said with a blank
“How generous of Jumin. I enjoy a
kind man.” Sarah said and then glaring at me from across the table.
“Jumin is quite kind for taking me
in.” I said taking a sip of water.
“So you are living with Jumin?” Mr. Han asked
curiously and kindly.
“Currently yes. Until I get back on
“How improper!” Glam stated and I
looked down at my hands.
“Why in the world would he let you
live at his apartment?” I took another sip of water trying to avoid answering
the numerous questions. That’s when Jumin spoke up.
“Actually, MC is my lover.” I
slammed the cup down on the table and started choking on water. I pounded my
chest hard to cough up the water I just inhaled. I shot him a wide eyed look
and quickly looked at the horrified faces of Glam Choi and Sarah. Mr. Han
eyebrows were raised in surprise. What the hell did Jumin just do?
Guys I really appreciate the fact that you ask me stuff but…I think that there are people who need them more now so…please stop asking me questions for the time being! I have to answer these ones first XP !!! Show meh some mercy please XP
You’re watching some shitty show while Dane is reading ’50 Shades of Grey’.
“Daanneee. Talk to me! You’ve been reading that for hours now!” that’s all it took for him to shove the book on the coffee table and come up to you.
*A few minutes later*
You moaned loudly into Dane’s mouth as he suddenly picked you up, forcing your legs to wrap around his waist, and slammed you against the wall. You ignored the couple pictures that fell as you turned your head slightly, allowing him to reach deeper into your mouth.
Dane’s hands roamed quickly over your waist, breasts, back, and then ass. He squeezed it roughly, earning him a sharp moan. Your hands pulled violently at the buttons of his dress shirt, popping them as you went. You needed to touch his body now.
Supporting you against the wall, his hands traveled up your back to the zipper of your dress. His started unzipping it until it caught. He growled deeply and ripped the back of your dress open, exposing your perk nipples to him as it fell forward. He pulled the bodice further down and his mouth captured one of your nipples as his hand came up and pinched the other.
You saw stars as he bit down suddenly. Clawing at his back, you moaned out his name, begging for more.
He pulled you away from the wall, and stumbled with you down the hall to the bedroom. You were glad the door was ajar because Dane kicked it open and kicked it shut, his mouth never leaving yours. He threw you down onto the bed, but then walked over to the closet. You propped yourself up on your elbow, eyebrows furrowed as you watched him. Your confusion immediately vanished as he returned with one of his ties and a thin shirt.
Dane crawled back on top of you and slid you up the bed until you were near the headboard. He grabbed your hands, forcing them above your head and tied them to the headboard.
“Dane…. I want to touch you!” You whined.
Dane just smirked. He bent down next to your ear, speaking in his deep, seductive voice, “Oh well.” He then picked up the shirt and tied it over your eyes.
“DAANEE!” You pouted. He suddenly captured your lips.
“Shut up,” he chuckled against your lips, “you’re going to like it.” With that, he ripped the rest of your dress off and threw it to the side. You felt him get up and heard him undressing himself, so that when he was back on top of you, you could feel his member hitting your thigh. You moaned.
Dane straddled your hips and you could feel his member rub against your panties. He smacked your breast.
“Tell me how much you want it.” You moaned. He smacked it again, harder.
“Tell me how much you want it.” You moaned louder, moaning that you wanted it. He suddenly grabbed both of your breasts, kneading them roughly.
“Come on, baby! Tell me how much!” He growled, pinching your nipples hard.
“I FUCKING WANT IT FUCKING BAD, DANE!!” You screamed at him. He chuckled and ripped your panties off. However, you felt his weight leave the bed. After a few seconds, you called out to him.
All of a sudden you felt his face between your legs. You whimpered as you felt his tongue slide over your folds and flick over your clit. You bucked your hips, wanting more, but he pinned them down. His tongue finally slid between your folds and lapped at your entrance. You couldn’t help but try to buck your hips again, but they were firmly held in place. You tugged your bonded hands hard, feeling his tongue breach your entrance, continuing to lap up all your juices.
“You taste so fucking good, baby.” The vibrations from his voice against your womanhood sent your senses into overdrive. His name rolled off your tongue repeatedly as his tongue rubbed vigorously over your sensitive spot. You whimpered loudly as you came into his mouth. He hummed, sucking it all up, and tears were starting to run down your face in pleasure.
“Baby, please…. Please…. I need to touch you. I need to see you.” You begged him. Slowly, he removed his face from between your legs and climbed back up to your face.
You could taste yourself as he kissed you roughly, finally untying your wrists. You ripped the makeshift blindfold off and cupped his face, pushing hard back into the kiss. You pushed him onto his back and broke the kiss, reaching over to the bedside drawer to grab a condom. You ripped it open with your teeth and started slowly unrolling it over his swollen cock. He moaned and your name rolled off his tongue as you squeezed his base roughly.
You positioned yourself over his member and slammed yourself down. Pain wasn’t even an issue anymore; your senses completely overrode any pain with extreme pleasure.
“F-fuck!” Dane moaned. You were so tight it took all his energy not to cum right then.
Desperate for fulfillment, you started bouncing up and down on his cock, his hands grasped tightly on your hips. Soon, he was thrusting his hips up to meet you each time you came back down. The sound of slapping skin bounced off the walls of the room as each thrust became progressively faster and messy.
Finally, you hit your climax again. Your walls squeezed in on Dane as you screamed out his name. He was sent over the edge and he moaned out your name as he came. He pushed you onto your back again and finished riding out his orgasm.
After a few seconds to catch his breath, Dane pulled out and disposed of the condom. He laid back down and pulled you close.
“What the fuck was that?” You said, giggling.
He kissed the side of your head, chucking, “I’m sorry, I was just horny.”
“Well, if that’s the kind of sex I’m going to get when you’re desperately horny, then please baby, read this book every weekend” Smirking, you talked your way into sleep.
Alrighty! I am mostly officially back, but still working 40hrs a week like a Real Adult though so. Will likely be sporadic b/c most nights I just want to lay and stare at a wall for 6hrs before going to sleep
Internship is sorta meh. Pay’s nice, and it’s easy work, and I work with p nice ppl. Downside is it’s dull AF, I’m literally copying and pasting for 8hrs a day, and I’m not learning anything to help me decide if working in the industry is something I want to do b/c I’m doing grunt work so
Yeah that lowkey sucks. And I also don’t have my grades back for my summer classes yet so I’m stressed about that which also sucks. But I’m getting paid and it’s easy work and while there’s a few dicks around there’s a few they’re ok, and! Roomie’s staying w/me for most of the summer so that’s fun and nice having a bff for the summer when I normally isolate myself so YAY
AND I MISSED THE ANNIVERSARY EVENT I GOT THE ZARYA SKIN IN A BOX ONE NIGHT WHEN I PLAYED AND NEVER BOUGHT A SKIN EVEN THOUGH I HAD COIN FOR IT LIKE @ MYSELF WHY DID U MESS THIS UP U HAD TIME!!!!!!!!
also I missed everyone if ur still following me u #rock :)
my friend buff asked for djwifi so here i am!!! really though this ship deserves more love, i love them so much
i finished at exactly midnight. why am i like this. also i start school again tomorrow so we’re going to see how this goes yikes
(unfortunately, nino is no longer considering the coconut)
Nino checks up and down the street, checking to make sure there’s no raging akuma headed his way before he crosses quickly and ducks inside the small café. He closes the door quickly before the icy air can blow inside and tugs his beanie down over his ears. He spots Alya sitting alone in the corner.
“Hey,” he says as he drops down into the seat across from her.
She looks up from her phone with a smile. “Hey! You found me.”
Nino snorts. “Wasn’t hard. This is your favorite post-attack hangout, after all.”
“You know me so well,” she teases. “It’s almost like you’re dating me. But it’s not post-attack for once.”
“Get sick of the cold?” Nino asks. He steals her drink and takes a sip, making a face at how bitter her coffee is. “Ew.”
Alya rolls her eyes. “Sorry I don’t like hot sugary milk. But yeah. The fight is long and cold and it’s getting too dark for it to actually be worth filming.” She sighs and rests her chin in her hand. “No point in videotaping mostly darkness.”
“Man, I’m sorry, Al.” He pushes her drink back toward her. “I’m sure whatever footage you got is great though. And if it makes you feel better, I can buy you a pastry.”
Dr. McHottie came in today and said some things that weren’t so great. Namely the “That’s interesting…” when the nurses told him that I was giving tattoo girl a massage. We’re not allowed to go into each others “sleeping spaces”
However, he did say something good.
He, with his lovely brunette student, asked why I “keep standing” and “stretching” and all of that… I explained how I want my weight gain to be intrinsically motivated, y’feel? Not b/c I need to “get a pass” Y’know? Get real fam. Get. Real. Also, how to some extent it may be the eating disorder voice.
Anyways, he said something along the lines of “You can more than one direction inside of you. I want to get better, meh, and no I want to recover. The question is which one will receive your motivation, effort, energy, action? Which one is more important to you?”
It wasn’t that exactly, but it was something along those lines. Something that motivated me to sit down, and not stand, because it’s an experiment and getting better is important to me.
Also, the dietitian came in and I am being boosted up. BOOSTED UP. For those of you that diddly don’t know, Boost is this ridiculous energy drink we consume if we can’t finish our foods here on the unit. I say it’s ridiculous because I’m pretty sure it has High Fructose Corn Syrup in it, which is pretty much devil tears according to everyone. It has three flavors, chocolate, strawberry, and vanilla but I think a more appropriate label would be awful, awfuller, and awfullest. I think it bugs be too because this is a definite path to weight gain… which is a real bummer but what can you do am I right? Or am I right?
Anyways, I was weighed this morning. Dr. McHottie wanted another weight, and I suppose I’m up, but I’m not “that up” and ya. That’s it pretty much. I need to gain.
I jousted for a bit around “Why a BMI of 20?” (It’s ideal for cognitive processing of therapy) and “How do you know I’m not at my set point?” (Blood sugar, no period, other factors. I thought maybe she would say “You don’t look it” but the dietitian didn’t probably because the staff here are trained in these things.) Anyways, boom bam stan. When the dietitian pointed out I had no trouble MAXING out my meal plan, but I was being wibbly nibbly about the Boost, and I couldn’t argue with the incongruities of my discriminatory attitudes towards calories and my drive to get better so I was like “Fahn.”
Oh. Ha your funny. That’s not how this works. She’s coming into the room and sitting by you. “Hotaka, I’m getting ready to make dinner,I need your help.” Her hand would carefully go to his shoulder,giving him a small shift. “Its time to get up,were you sleeping all day?”
No, see, he’s got a plan. Sorta.And it’s either going to end horribly or meh-ly but really now, what can be expected?At any rate.
He’ll emit some sort of whine and dedicate a moment to mustering energy, only to wiggle around and flop onto her lap. “Ceciiiliaaaa-”